Man drops dead from eating meat
Back in the early 1900s, Mukunda Lal Gosh – more famously known as Paramahansa Yogananda – was undergoing a deep spiritual transformation under the watchful eye of his Guru, Sri Yukteswar Giri. Today, more than 100 years later, all of his stories and teachings are directly applicable to living today.
Many incredible stories are shared in his famous book ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ which point to the absolute science of yoga and the extraordinary ability to know not only the potential outcome of one’s own life and health, but the outcome of the lives of others. Indeed, because of his extraordinary powers of insight, Yogananda considered Sri Yukteswar as Jnanavatar, or “Incarnation of Wisdom”.
Today, the immense popularity of yoga is self-evident all of the world as yoga has become ubiquitous – but many seem to have lost the true understanding of it. Much more than doing exercise or even a breathing technique, a true yogi will be able to develop immense powers of concentration and be able to keep his or her eyes on ‘God’ in meditation, achieving liberation from suffering.
If ‘liberation from suffering’ sounds buddhist, it is… they share the same root. Buddhism came out of the advanced teachings of yoga.
Paramahansa Yogananda shared with the world his ‘fast track to God’ through Kriya Yoga and his school, the Self-Realization Fellowship, continues to share his immense work and teachings with all genuine seekers who apply to gain the blessings of such knowledge.
With the upsurge of interest in veganism today, and with people understanding the link between ill health and eating copious amounts of meat, it seems prudent to share this powerful story from his classic book.
Whilst not all meat eaters will suddenly ‘drop dead’, there is much truth to this story, conveniently ignored by those who slumber… heavy meat eaters would be wise to understand exactly what it is they are putting into their bodies – eating factory-bred chickens and their eggs, for example, are rife with diseases of all kinds due to the ignorance of man in raising them. We cannot treat animals with such disdain and disloyalty and expect no consequences.
“Because you and my son think so highly of Swami Sri Yukteswar, I will take a look at him.” The tone of voice used by Dr. Narayan Chunder Roy implied that he was humoring the whim of half-wits. I concealed my indignation, in the best traditions of the proselyter.
My companion, a veterinary surgeon, was a confirmed agnostic. His young son Santosh had implored me to take an interest in his father. So far my invaluable aid had been a bit on the invisible side.
Dr. Roy accompanied me the following day to the Serampore hermitage. After Master had granted him a brief interview, marked for the most part by stoic silence on both sides, the visitor brusquely departed.
“Why bring a dead man to the ashram?” Sri Yukteswar looked at me inquiringly as soon as the door had closed on the Calcutta skeptic.
“Sir! The doctor is very much alive!”
“But in a short time he will be dead.”
I was shocked. “Sir, this will be a terrible blow to his son. Santosh yet hopes for time to change his father’s materialistic views. I beseech you, Master, to help the man.”
“Very well; for your sake.” My guru’s face was impassive.
“The proud horse doctor is far gone in diabetes, although he does not know it. In fifteen days he will take to his bed. The physicians will give him up for lost; his natural time to leave this earth is six weeks from today. Due to your intercession, however, on that date he will recover. But there is one condition. You must get him to wear an astrological bangle; he will doubtless object as violently as one of his horses before an operation!” Master chuckled.
After a silence, during which I wondered how Santosh and I could best employ the arts of cajolery on the recalcitrant doctor, Sri Yukteswar made further disclosures.
“As soon as the man gets well, advise him not to eat meat. He will not heed this counsel, however, and in six months, just as he is feeling at his best, he will drop dead. Even that six-month extension of life is granted him only because of your plea.”
The following day I suggested to Santosh that he order an armlet at the jeweler’s. It was ready in a week, but Dr. Roy refused to put it on.
“I am in the best of health. You will never impress me with these astrological superstitions.” The doctor glanced at me belligerently.
I recalled with amusement that Master had justifiably compared the man to a balky horse. Another seven days passed; the doctor, suddenly ill, meekly consented to wear the bangle. Two weeks later the physician in attendance told me that his patient’s case was hopeless. He supplied harrowing details of the ravages inflicted by diabetes.
I shook my head. “My guru has said that, after a sickness lasting one month, Dr. Roy will be well.”
The physician stared at me incredulously. But he sought me out a fortnight later, with an apologetic air.
“Dr. Roy has made a complete recovery!” he exclaimed. “It is the most amazing case in my experience. Never before have I seen a dying man show such an inexplicable comeback. Your guru must indeed be a healing prophet!”
After one interview with Dr. Roy, during which I repeated Sri Yukteswar’s advice about a meatless diet, I did not see the man again for six months. He stopped for a chat one evening as I sat on the piazza of my family home on Gurpar Road.
“Tell your teacher that by eating meat frequently, I have wholly regained my strength. His unscientific ideas on diet have not influenced me.” It was true that Dr. Roy looked a picture of health.
But the next day Santosh came running to me from his home on the next block. “This morning Father dropped dead!”
This case was one of my strangest experiences with Master. He healed the rebellious veterinary surgeon in spite of his disbelief, and extended the man’s natural term on earth by six months, just because of my earnest supplication. Sri Yukteswar was boundless in his kindness when confronted by the urgent prayer of a devotee.