Ananda Visits SRF Shrines

During the week of October 7-11, twenty-six Ananda members from the Pacific Northwest visited the places in southern California where Paramhansa (Paramahansa) Yogananda lived and taught. Prior to the years of the pandemic, such pilgrimages were common every few years. In fact, the week before our group traveled, another such group from Ananda in the San Francisco Bay Area visited as well.

Mt Washington

Our stops were as follows: Self-Realization Meditation Gardens in Encinitas; SRF International Headquarters on Mt. Washington in Los Angeles; Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale; SRF Hollywood Temple; and SRF Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades. We stayed two nights at the Biltmore Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. This is the sight where Paramhansa Yogananda left his body on March 7, 1952, in a crowded banquet hall in honor of the newly appointed ambassador from India to the United States.

In addition, we had meditations in Encinitas at the Temple of Joy owned by Casey Hughes. 

The SRF shrines are beautifully maintained and enveloped in meditative silence and peace. The outdoor gardens that surround these locations are exquisitely beautiful. The monastics (monks and nuns plus volunteers) who curate these shrines are generally very calm, kind, and inward. The buildings, though aging, appear to be immaculately maintained. In short, these shrines are a Disneyland of divine consciousness for a meditator and follower (disciple) of Yogananda.

Encinitas bluff

We were privileged to take turns in small groups going upstairs to the third-floor rooms where Yogananda lived at Mt. Washington, overlooking downtown Los Angeles. The atmosphere is deeply hushed, and the sense of timelessness and transcendence is as tangible as Yogananda’s overstuffed chair draped with his ochre-colored shawl. His adjacent bedroom also vibrates with his presence and emits an aura of simplicity and peace. The downstairs chapel—site of kriya initiations, meditations, and ceremonies where Yogananda experienced God and various saints—drew us like a giant magnet to sit and meditate.

SRF Hollywood Church

When so deeply committed to maintaining these shrines, the task is not unlike operating a museum. The atmosphere is hushed. Indeed, any loud talking or group activity is generally nipped in the bud by the nearest docent or monastic. Even sitting on the floor in one of the chapels (as is common with meditators) is not allowed. This is not surprising since thousands visit these places every year and without clear oversight (aka rules) visitors would likely create disruptions and attract attention to themselves by practicing yoga exercises out on the lawns, expressing excessive devotional postures, chanting aloud and so on in time, if not monitored and even suppressed, create a very un-museum like atmosphere. 

Lake Shrine

This kind of strict control blends harmoniously with traditional monastic attitudes such as obedience, silence, and humility. The monastics are all neatly attired: monks in simple high-collar short-sleeved shirts; and nuns in yellow saris.

We were privileged to watch a silent video of Yogananda conducting the dedication ceremonies at the Hollywood Temple (August 30, 1942). In that video, one could see the energetic, creative, and dynamic way Yogananda related to the public at large. At that location, he started a Mushroom Burger stand and held Indian cultural events, and in Encinitas, he experimented with what he called a “world brotherhood colony” as a pilot program for future intentional communities, he had a carrot juice processing plant, and a small farm, among other how-to enterprises to provide support for the work and for the residents. He created many vegetarian recipes, shared healing techniques, and spoke on topics such as material success, leadership, social justice, politics, marriage, and child-raising to mention just a few. The mission of preservation began some years after Yogananda’s passing in 1952 and after the passing of his non-monastic male successors. While SRF also conducts public teaching, retreats, and outreach, none of that comes even close to matching Yogananda’s expansive energy and consciousness. Most notably, then, SRF has embraced the Vishnu or preserving aspect of creativity and has done a wonderful job of that. 

We visited Forest Lawn Cemetary in nearby Glendale and chanted and meditated in front of where Yogananda's body is interred. We also stayed two nights at the grand hotel the Biltmore where Yogananda left his body on March 7, 1952 at a banquet he held in honor of the newly appointed ambassador from India to America.

Biltmore Hotel 
Where Yogananda
left his body

 

Yogananda's crypt

Ananda, by contrast, is more akin to the spirit of Yogananda during those dynamic years of his life of constant travel, creativity, and outreach. Ananda was founded by Swami Kriyananda who came to Yogananda in 1948 and was accepted by Yogananda into the ashram as a monk in their very first meeting at the Hollywood Church. Within a year the young “Rev. Walter” (as Yogananda addressed Swami Kriyananda) was giving kriya initiation and was given the position of head monk (even though many of the monks were twice as old as Kriyananda (22 years old in 1948), and was giving classes and Sunday Services at both Hollywood Church and the San Diego SRF Church. By the late 1950s, Kriyananda was on the SRF board of directors.

Swami Kriyananda took seriously the thundering call to action by Yogananda on that day in July 1949 at a Beverly Hills garden party for the establishment of world brotherhood colonies which he predicted would someday spread like wildfire. Swami Kriyananda was the only one out of nearly 800 people in attendance that day who later established such a community.

So, in contrast to the SRF mission of preservation (Vishnu-like), Ananda’s mission is the “Brahma-like” aspect of the outflowing creative force (Holy Spirit or Aum vibration).

The group’s visit to Casey Hughes’ “Temple of Joy” in Encinitas was primarily for the purpose of finding a place for group meditation and chanting. Casey’s is the “Shiva-like” energy of dissolving outward forms of organization to affirm the universal aspects of Yogananda’s mission in seeing in all faith-forms the central and sole reality of God. Casey’s Temple of Light seeks to honor all forms of worship and practice.

These three represent what is taught in India and by Yogananda as the three faces of the Holy Spirit, or Divine Mother as the creative vibration that makes possible and visible all creation and consciousness. One aspect brings into manifestation the forms of creation; another, preserves those forms; yet another dissolves them. None can exist without the other.

 Yogananda called his temples “churches of all religions” but unsurprisingly few people understood his intention in using that phrase. He didn’t mean that each faith tradition would be practiced there; nor yet that his was a syncretization of all faith traditions. Rather, the practice of meditation, and especially advanced forms of meditation such as the Kriya Yoga he brought to the public, works directly on our consciousness through the vehicle of breath and life force to reunite with soul force with the goal to achieve God-realization: the very purpose of our creation. Such upliftment and the goal of Self-realization is the “religion” underlying all faith traditions.

Each of these three expressions were beautifully expressed by Yogananda during his life. His years of “barnstorming” around the country, his printed lessons in meditation and yoga philosophy, and his writings represent his Brahma aspect. His cultivation of celebrities and “influencers” and his promotion of cross-cultural appreciation and racial integration were part of his socio-political activism.

At the same time, he established in southern California his headquarters and later branch churches and a monastic order of monks and nuns to be the nucleus of his organization in his Vishna-aspect.

His Shiva-aspect was his insistence on the universality of the teachings of Sanaatan Dharma and the practice of Kriya Yoga for all sincere people and as the “religion” of the dawning new age (of “Dwapara Yuga”). 

Casey's Temple of Joy

There has been and perhaps always will be some tension between these three aspects. However, even when one aspect appears more dominant than another, all three aspects must be nurtured at least to some degree for the specific expression to maintain its integrity and attunement to Yogananda’s vibration and mission. Too much Brahma becomes restless and scattered. Too much Vishnu becomes rigid. Too much Shiva loses vitality and identity. Thus, SRF has tried to energize a lay order emphasizing community. Ananda has established a religious order, and Casey’s Temple of Light strives to maintain harmonious relations with the other two and with many other spiritual paths!

In our group’s pilgrimage I could see that some members of the group resonated more with one or the other aspect. SRF’s expression is so neat and beautifully maintained as to seem perfect, even if, people being people, one imagines that behind closed doors are the usual challenges inherent in a rigidly controlled way of life. Ananda is fun-loving, inclusive, and creative but the individual discipline, inwardness, and dignity needed for attunement and the practice of meditation might seem lacking to some people. Casey’s Temple of Light mission seems free from all limitations imposed by self-definition but compared to SRF or Ananda is limited to few people. It is free and open to all (wonderful) but carried (mostly I assume) by Casey and his partner alone.

All in all, our group had a deeply blessed experience and all are grateful for those devotees who greeted and hosted us at each location as representatives of our guru, Paramhansa Yogananda. May we each keep marching on the “only path there is” (inward and upward) in our own unique way.

         

Our Visit to the Shrines of Paramhansa Yogananda in Los Angeles!

Last week a group of Ananda members from Seattle flew to southern California to tour the places where Paramhansa Yogananda lived and taught and where, also, our founder, Swami Kriyananda came to live during the last three plus years of Yogananda's life and for another eight or nine years after that.

Our trip began in Encinitas where Yogananda wrote (most of) his now famous life story, “Autobiography of a Yogi.” Here, on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, are beautiful meditation gardens, the Hermitage itself, and staff and guest quarters. This was the location of Yogananda’s experiment with what he called a “world brotherhood colony:” where people of all walks of life, races, religions, monastic or householder would learn to live and work together. In his time, he grew vegetables and fruits and had a vegetarian café along the Pacific Coast Highway.

We meditated and enjoyed the vibrations of the residue of the many hours of samadhi enjoyed by Master and his most advanced disciple, Rajarshi Janakananda.

We also swam at “Swami’s beach” (the actual name of the state park/beach below the bluffs; so named by the surfers, residents, and fishermen of Encinitas for whom a great love for Master was felt) and ate at the nearby (and now privately owned) Swami’s café.

In Encinitas we chanted and meditated at the local Ananda center on the property of Casey Hughes. Casey, who has traveled to India some forty times so far this life, had designed and constructed a lovely outdoor meditation shrine which he had commissioned and constructed in Bali. It was then disassembled and packed into a shipping container and sent to Encinitas where it was reconstructed.

In honor of the pilgrimages led by Swami Kriyananda (years ago) that included a visit to Disneyland, we spent a day there, too. Imagine 30+ adults with no children roaming around Disneyland muttering, “Gee, it IS a small world after all!”

We proceeded to the famous Forest Lawn cemetery in Glendale where the body of Yogananda is interred. This is a popular sacred spot for thousands of pilgrims from around the world. Meditating and chanting in the great halls of Forest Lawn where the Master’s body lies is a special experience. (There are also many famous Hollywood celebrities interred there.)
  

One may easily discover that although Yogananda’s spirit may be omnipresent, his human remains continue to pulse an undying beacon of superconsciousness calling us, too, home to eternal bliss.

Next we visited the SRF Hollywood Temple on Sunset Boulevard. This is where Swamiji met Yogananda on September 12, 1948 and was accepted as his disciple. At various times both Yogananda and Swamiji gave Sunday Services, classes and meditations in the simple but elegant chapel. There one sees two pulpits: one for the resident minister and another for a visiting minister. He called it the “Church of All Religions.” The grounds are lovely beyond imagination: simple yet astral in beauty. We chanted and meditated in the chapel and were hosted by Brother Pranavananda.

Our next stop was Yogananda’s headquarters atop Mt. Washington: a short distance from downtown LA. As a young monk in India it was this building (and the Encinitas hermitage and the school at Ranchi) that he saw repeatedly in visions. We were escorted up three flights of stairs to the apartments of the Master. Words cannot describe the powerful vibrations of utter stillness. It is like walking into the “Vacuum of Eternity,” another world saturated with stillness and divinity hushed but latently infinite.

On the first floor of Mt. Washington, we meditated in the chapel where Yogananda gave kriya initiations, classes, and led meditations. Here too the residue of cosmic consciousness lingers like a “worm hole” into eternity. (One cannot adequately describe the blessing of sacred places where divinity has appeared. It’s not a matter of religion or belief, but experience. Nor is it confined to any one culture or time.)  

Outside in the Temple of Leaves we sat and meditated where Yogananda sometimes gave outdoor classes and where Swamiji and the monks would meditate together. Many of our pilgrims reported their deepest experience here, sitting there under the lovely pepper tree. 

We stayed three nights at the Biltmore Hotel, a structure of such phenomenal artistry and beauty that it stands alone like a time capsule to the days when Yogananda first came to Los Angeles and lived in the Biltmore (before Mt. Washington was purchased). It was here in what is now the lobby of the hotel that he left his body on March 7, 1952. (The occasion was a banquet in honor of the newly appointed ambassador to the United States from India.) Reading (as he once predicted in contemplating the end of his life) his poem, "My India," he dropped gently to the floor, leaving his body, as he said he would, by stopping his heart at the appointed time that he was summoned “home” by God.

While the former banquet hall is now the lobby, the staff at the Biltmore are familiar with the story and the fact that people come year round (but especially in March), to sit calmly with eyes closed near the beautiful Italian artwork before which Yogananda spoke. (You can see parts of the wall piece in the well known picture of Yogananda which is called “The Last Smile.”)

We were guided and ably assisted by the Ananda Center in LA leaders, Narayan and Dharmadevi Romano. They befriended everyone and charmed us with their sweet and focused presence.

On Saturday we visited the famous Lake Shrine which sits in a hillside bowl on a tight curve near where Sunset Boulevard ends at the Pacific Coast Highway. This incredibly beautiful property has as its visual centerpiece a small lake. On it is a houseboat used for meditation and a reconstructed Dutch windmill used as a chapel. The most beautiful grounds and hillsides surround the lake. Ashes of Mahatma Gandhi lie in a sarcophagus (the only ones outside India) and special shrine by the lake. Much more could be said. Thousands come here: some as devotees, some as neighbors, many, attracted like bees to the nectar of peace in a peaceless world.

We were welcomed warmly with the divine smile of Brother Achalananda, once a brother and junior monk to Swami Kriyananda (who as the head monk at the time, accepted Achalananda into the monastery sometime after Yogananda's passing). In two segments (because we couldn't all fit), he chanted and meditated with our group in the houseboat. 

Later, he regaled us with stories at the Lake Shrine temple (built high above the lake) and also commented with kindness and understanding in regards to Swami Kriyananda. It was a special moment for those who were there.

Those of us who were blessed to travel together to these holy places share an unforgettable memory and grace which is ours to meditate upon, nurture, and share.

May the blessings we have received radiate outward in waves of peace!

Nayaswami Hriman

What is "Mahasamadhi" and Are Miracles Real?

Today, Saturday March 7, is the 63rd anniversary of the day that Paramhansa Yogananda (author of the now famous life story: "Autobiography of a Yogi") "left his body" (died) at a banquet at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles in the presence of a large gathering to honor the newly appointed ambassador to the United States from India.

The term used (Sanskrit) is "mahasamadhi" - the Great Samadhi. This describes the conscious exit from the body by a saint. Samadhi is a term that refers to the ultimate state of God consciousness, a state of oneness with God (and, by extension, all creation which is a manifestation of God's consciousness).

You may rightly ask: "Many people die consciously, so how does this differ?" Yes, it's true many people die a peaceful and otherwise conscious death and they are not necessarily considered great saints. Since we are talking in terms of consciousness it is not so easy to observe by outer signs. By definition, the act of dying entails no necessary physical movements. So, to a degree the designation of an act of "mahasamadhi" is, at least to a casual observer, a statement of belief.

Since Yogananda ("PY") lived in recent times and until the death of Ananda's founder in 2013, Swami Kriyananda ("SK"), we personally knew someone who was present at PY's death in 1952, we can take his mahasamadhi as our example. At the moment PY slipped to the floor while reciting his poem, "My India," SK had his head down writing down PY's words as he addressed the gathering at the Biltmore Hotel. SK said he knew instantly however that PY had exited his body. In SK's own autobiography, "The New Path," he describes numerous instances in the preceding days, weeks, months and even years that PY dropped hints of the nature of his exit.

Among the hints that he gave was his statement that he would go by a heart attack (stopping his heart, that is; something he demonstrated repeatedly publicly, though temporarily, of course); another was that he would leave his body while reciting his poem, "My India." And on and on like that. But these are but hints. The real essence of the appellation of mahasamadhi comes not only in the striking manner of death but more importantly in the power of his life.

I occasionally come across a student at our Ananda center who, while enjoying the practice of yoga and meditation, is resistant to the idea of miracles. Such folks object to the stories in "Autobiography of a Yogi" wherein saints materialize from nowhere, or bi-locate, cure the sick or raise the dead. And, in some way, who can argue?

SK, at age 22, had similar reservations; so did I, at age 26. For many of us, we simply put such things on a mental shelf to be dealt with later as we continued to enjoy the stories, wisdom, humor and inspiration of what surely must be one of the greatest spiritual classics of the modern era.

Now, mind you: I have no intention of convincing anyone that miracles happen. In fact, I would direct your attention to that chapter in the "Autobiography" ("AY") called "The Law of Miracles." As excellent a discourse on miracles you will not find anywhere! Bar none!

It has been well said by others wiser than me that "Either everything is a miracle, or nothing is a miracle." The one defense I would offer in favor of what we call miracles is simply that: what we call miracles are phenomenon that we simply do not yet have an explanation for! Most of what passes for our daily use in technology would be shockingly miraculous in prior centuries. And, we've only just begun to explore nature and the cosmos! I am long past fussing over how it is possible for Jesus Christ to resurrect his body from the portals of death and any other similar miracle. Whether he did so as a matter of fact, is, for me, secondary, to the possibility that it can be done.

Getting back to "mahasamadhi," did PY choose that moment or was that moment chosen for him? According to the theology of oneness that he and others in the Vedantic lineages have professed, a liberated soul who returns to human form is an "avatar." Avatara is the descent into a human body of a soul that has, as Jesus said of himself, become "one with the Father." "Self-realization" is a term now used for that state of consciousness. As God can be both infinite and infinitesimal, so God-consciousness now permanently resident in the vehicle of a unique and eternal soul can incarnate into human form. Not a puppet or a divinely-created automaton, but a soul, like you and I. In such a one, however, his consciousness is united to God's infinite consciousness. Such a soul comes to play a part on earth, like you and I, but the part he plays is not compelled by ignorance and attachment, but is guided by divine impulse even as filtered through the unique qualities and past tendencies of that soul.

Thus the question of whether PY committed an act of spiritual suicide (as someone once asked me) or whether God "took him out" is a non-question. Such a one would easily have, or be given, glimpses of his final exit and, like many people on earth, might have an inkling for the timing of it. There is no separate "ego" to decide such a thing apart from the divine mind.

As all action creates reaction ("karma"), the action of a Self-realized soul accrues to the benefit of others but nonetheless follows certain patterns appropriate to itself. In PY's life work, it was entirely fitting that he leave this world speaking, as he predicted that he would, of "my India and my America" and, in the presence of the ambassador from India! Like a great story or play, his end was as fitting and appropriate as any inspired ending should have been. In God there are no coincidences, only God "choosing to remain anonymous."

PY was a public figure a part of whose public mission was to highlight and bring together the best of east and west. He taught that soon America and India would lead the world in their respective contributions to the evolution of human consciousness: the one in the discovery of natural laws, efficiency and individual liberties, and the other in the science of mind (yoga) leading to the true freedom and happiness born of direct, personal perception of our true Self.

During his life, PY demonstrated to those close to him that could enter, at will, the state of oneness (samadhi). During the last years of his life, he was in seclusion much more than before and close disciples experienced or perceived that during such times he would be in an elevated state of consciousness and oblivious to his own body and the world around him.

Adding to that his predictions of his exit from this world, it is the custom among yogis to label the death of such a one a conscious act and the final great-samadhi (for that lifetime). With the power to unite his consciousness (confined in the physical form) with the consciousness of Infinity, such a one could enter that state and permanently (rather than temporarily) exit the body. This, at least, is one way of describing what is said to have taken place.

Of course, it can't be proved in an objective sense. It is an article of faith. Faith, however, is not the same as the more tentative hypothesis inherent in mere belief. The faith of his disciples rested in their actual experience of PY as a human being in daily life. To those close to him, PY demonstrated that he knew their every thought. That proof and impact of that accrued only to those individuals. It can be described but not proven to anyone else.

The so-called miracles of saints are only rarely demonstrated on a large public scale. But even when it does happen, those people die off soon enough and nothing is left but their testimony. Whether to one or a handful of close disciples (who witness, say, the raising of a person from death), or whether a group of diners being given full glasses of carrot juice from a small half-filled pitcher, it inevitably comes down to someone's personal experience and testimony.

God, it is said, does not win devotees by performing circus stunts. God has and is everything. We have only our love to give or withhold--for eternity if we choose.

SK suggested that we, at Ananda, use the occasion of PY's mahasamadhi to honor the life, teachings and consciousness of great saints in every tradition, east and west, past and present. Self-realized saints (we use the term "masters" -- having achieved Self-mastery) are, in effect, God incarnate. They demonstrate that we, too, are God incarnate but still mostly asleep. It is the purpose of creation that we awaken. Simply to "die and go to heaven" and to turn our backs on the creation as a sham, is not the divine intention. The creation is beautiful to the extent God who is the creation awakens to become Self-aware.

It is, therefore, in the fitness of things that souls do, in fact, by self-effort and the power of grace, achieve Self-realization while in human form. In this way, then, God speaks and teaches others and gives upliftment and hope to those who "have ears to hear and eyes to see." To honor such living examples is to honor ourselves, our souls and all souls. Too many sects have abandoned the devotion to God through the saints (especially the true masters.....many others are but saints still "in-the-making"). Thus, we take this day to pay such tribute in song, prayer, chanting and inner communion (in meditation).

Blessings to all this sacred special day!

Nayaswami Hriman