I wonder why even simple tales of Sri Yukteswar and sometimes of Paramahansa Yogananda affect me in ways I cannot decipher. I feel my heart contracting with some emotion while tears inexplicably form in my eyes. I wonder why.
I used to find the (most used) image of Babaji a bit off-putting and scary. But now, he is in my meditations and I find both strength and comfort in his presence.
I wonder what it all means.
