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Welcome to the summary of Paramahansa Yogananda’s spiritual classic, Autobiography of a Yogi. This remarkable memoir chronicles the life of a modern-day saint, detailing his quest for enlightenment and his encounters with spiritual masters across India. Yogananda's purpose was to introduce the ancient science of Kriya Yoga to the West, revealing the underlying unity of all true religions. Written with profound wisdom and disarming wit, the narrative serves as a portal into the world of miracles and self-realization, inviting readers to explore the limitless potential of the human spirit and the universal path to God-communion.
A Yogi's Spiritual Journey & The Science of Self-Realization
From the unplumbed depths of my earliest recollections, my life has been a romance of seeking God. The story of this search is not mine alone, but that of every soul that has ever felt the poignant ache of separation from its Divine Source. In these pages, I have endeavored not merely to recount the outward events of a single human life, but to chart the inner geography of the soul’s pilgrimage back to Spirit. It is a tale that bridges the immemorial wisdom of the East with the inquisitive, scientific spirit of the West, demonstrating that the path to Self-realization is not a matter of blind faith, but a definite, scientific methodology—a sacred science that has been preserved for millennia in the secluded sanctums of India. The ultimate truths are universal. As the honey from various flowers tastes the same, so the nectar of wisdom from the hearts of all true prophets and scriptures is one and the same Divine sweetness. My purpose in the West was to reveal the underlying unity between the original teachings of Jesus Christ and the pristine yoga tenets of Bhagavan Krishna, and to present a practical technique for attaining direct, personal experience of God. This ancient science, known as Kriya Yoga, is the 'airplane route' to the Infinite, a swift and efficacious means by which the earnest seeker may vastly accelerate their spiritual evolution and discover the Kingdom of God that lies, ever-present but oft-forgotten, within their own consciousness.
Early Life & Spiritual Seeking
My earthly sojourn began as Mukunda Lal Ghosh in the town of Gorakhpur in northern India. Even before the world of men could imprint its prosaic realities upon my mind, I was adrift in a sea of inner visions. Faces of illumined saints and bearded yogis would float before my inner sight, their luminous eyes promising a future tryst. A strange, otherworldly homesickness possessed me; I yearned for the snow-capped Himalayas as a lost child yearns for its mother, convinced that only in their silent, towering presence could I find the God who seemed so distant in the clamor of the plains. My boyish heart was a whirlwind of spiritual fervor, leading me on numerous, and often comical, escapades to flee my familial bonds for a hermit's freedom. Each attempt, however, was lovingly but firmly thwarted by my elder brother Ananta, who seemed appointed by a higher power to keep my fledgling wings from a premature and ill-prepared flight. A mysterious amulet, given to me by a visiting swami with the prophecy that it would protect me for some years and then vanish at the moment I was to meet my destined guru, was my constant companion. It served as a tangible link to the unseen world of saints that beckoned me onward.
The most profound and heart-rending event of my youth was the passing of my beloved mother. One afternoon in Calcutta, while I stood on the balcony of our home, I had a vision of her in a far-off city, her form ethereal, her voice conveying a message of farewell. A telegram soon confirmed the devastating truth: she had departed from the mortal coil. The world turned to ashes in my mouth. My grief was a bottomless abyss, but from its darkest depths arose a yet more powerful resolve. The love I had felt for my mother, so cruelly severed by death, was transformed into an all-consuming love for the Eternal Mother of the Universe. My prayer was no longer merely for a glimpse of God, but for a union with the Divine Beloved who could never be snatched away by the hand of time. This fiery ordeal tempered my soul, burning away the dross of lesser attachments and focusing my life’s quest with an unswerving intensity. I would find God, and in Him, I would find my imperishable Mother and the answer to the cruel enigma of life and death.
The Guru-Disciple Relationship
The search for a divinely-appointed preceptor, a guru, is the most critical phase of a seeker’s journey. I visited countless saints and sages, sitting at the feet of many a holy man, yet my soul remained unsatisfied. My heart recognized their piety but did not feel the magnetic pull of the master-disciple bond, a sacred covenant written across lifetimes. Then, one fateful day in a crowded Benares market, my restless wandering came to an end. As if guided by an invisible hand, I turned into a narrow lane and there, standing quietly, was a Christlike figure whose face I had seen countless times in my visions. My feet froze to the ground; a torrent of blissful recognition flooded my being. I knew him at once. Bowing at his feet, I wept with a joy born of reunion. 'O my own, you have come at last!' he uttered, his voice thick with celestial affection. It was my master, Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri. The lost amulet, which had vanished from my arm only the day before, had fulfilled its prophecy. I had come home.
Life in my guru’s Serampore hermitage was no bed of roses; it was, rather, a furnace of spiritual discipline designed to incinerate the ego. Sri Yukteswar was a Jnanavatar, an incarnation of wisdom. His love was profound, but his training was ruthlessly exacting. He would dissect my every motive, exposing hidden vanities and subconscious attachments with the precision of a master surgeon. A misplaced word, a flicker of pride, an ounce of laziness—nothing escaped his penetrating gaze. 'The world is your greatest enemy,' he would say, 'not for what it is, but for what it makes you think you are.' He taught me to see the cosmic motion picture of maya (cosmic delusion) for what it was: a play of light and shadow, and to seek the one unmoving Consciousness behind it all. He expounded on the immutable law of karma, the intricate web of cause and effect that binds the soul to the wheel of reincarnation. He illuminated the hidden harmonies between the Christian Bible and the Hindu scriptures, revealing them not as rival doctrines, but as different expressions of the one eternal truth, the Sanatan Dharma. My years with him were a constant storm of intellectual and spiritual tests, but through it all, his unconditional love was the anchor that held me fast, transforming a rebellious boy into a disciple fit to receive the sacred trust of Kriya Yoga.
The Science of Kriya Yoga
The spiritual path need not be a haphazard, uncertain trek traversed over countless incarnations. Sri Yukteswar, and the line of masters before him, offered a key—a definitive science for unraveling the knots of human bondage. This is the science of Kriya Yoga, a supreme technique of life-force control (pranayama) that was lost to humanity for long centuries during the dark ages of materialism and revived in modern times by an immortal master, Mahavatar Babaji. This deathless guru, who still retains a physical form in the remote Himalayas, is the fountainhead of the Kriya dispensation in this age. It was he who initiated the great Lahiri Mahasaya, a humble, married householder in Benares, who then disseminated the technique widely, proving that the highest spiritual attainments were not reserved for cave-dwelling ascetics but were accessible to all sincere souls engaged in the world. Lahiri Mahasaya, a veritable 'Yogi-Christ' of modern India, was in turn the guru of my own master, the sagacious Swami Sri Yukteswar. Thus, this sacred river of knowledge flowed in an unbroken, sanctified stream to me, with the divine commission to carry its life-giving waters to the thirsty souls of the West.
Kriya Yoga is a psychophysiological method. The ordinary man’s life force, or prana, is directed outward, inextricably entangled with the five senses, keeping his consciousness bound to the phenomenal world of sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. The Kriya Yogi, through a specific technique, learns to calm the ceaseless restlessness of the breath. By stilling the breath, he stills the heart; by stilling the heart, he is able to consciously and scientifically disconnect the life-current from the senses and reverse its flow, directing it inward and upward through the subtle spinal centers (chakras) to the brain. This interiorization of consciousness calms the sensory storms that cloud the mind. The yogi discovers that his body is a dynamo of cosmic energy, and his spine is the altar where the finite ego can be offered into the fire of the Infinite Spirit. The technique itself is simple, yet its effects are profound. Each Kriya, taking less than a minute to perform, produces a spiritual evolution equivalent to a year of natural soul-unfoldment. It is a direct method for burning up the seeds of past karma stored in the subconscious, thus liberating the devotee from the chains of his own making. By its practice, one moves beyond theoretical speculation and enters into a state of direct, personal communion with God—the blissful, silent state of samadhi.
Miracles & Yogic Powers (Siddhis)
The Western mind, conditioned by a materialistic worldview, often dismisses as 'miracles' any event that contravenes its current, limited understanding of natural law. Yet, the great masters of India demonstrate that such phenomena are not violations of law, but manifestations of subtler, higher laws of Spirit. A miracle is not an effect without a cause; it is an effect of a cause that is not understood. A savage viewing an airplane for the first time would deem it a miracle, whereas a man of science understands the aerodynamic principles that make flight possible. Similarly, a yogi who has unified his consciousness with the Cosmic Consciousness can operate from a center of causality, effortlessly manipulating the subtle energies that crystallize into what we call matter. During my quest, I was blessed to witness many such 'miracles.' I met Gandha Baba, the 'Perfume Saint,' who could, by a simple request, cause any flower’s fragrance, or even disagreeable odors, to emanate from his hand. I saw Nagendra Nath Bhaduri, the 'Levitating Saint,' who would sit in the lotus posture several feet above the ground. I learned of the 'Tiger Swami,' who had fought and subdued tigers with his bare hands before a spiritual awakening led him to renounce all violence. These events were not mere displays of power (siddhis), which the true masters shun, but were living demonstrations of the infinite potential of the mind when it is attuned to the will of God.
The most stupendous and personally significant of these experiences occurred months after my beloved guru had shed his physical form. While I was deep in meditation in a Bombay hotel, a light of unearthly brilliance filled my room. Within it, the form of my resurrected master, Swami Sri Yukteswar, materialized before me—in flesh and blood! He was as tangible and real as he had been in Serampore. With ineffable love, he embraced me. 'As prophets are sent on earth to help men work out their physical karma,' he explained, 'so I have been directed by God to serve on an astral planet as a savior.' For hours, he discoursed on the nature of the afterlife, explaining the subtle laws of the astral and causal spheres, the process of reincarnation, and the ultimate destiny of all souls. This divine visitation was no dream; it was a glorious affirmation that life is eternal and that the bonds of divine love are never broken by the little event men call death. It was God's seal of approval upon the truths my guru had taught me, a final, unassailable proof of the soul's immortality.
Mission in the West & Encounters with Spiritual Luminaries
The day I was to leave for America was steeped in a bittersweet sorrow. To leave my guru and my homeland was a cross, but Sri Yukteswar’s command was clear. 'The West is high in material and intellectual attainments,' he had said long ago, 'but is wanting in spiritual understanding. It is God's will that you play a role in teaching mankind the art of balancing the material with the spiritual.' In 1920, I sailed for Boston, a lone monk with a message, to address the International Congress of Religious Liberals on 'The Science of Religion.' That first address, delivered to a people so different from my own, was received with an enthusiasm that bespoke a deep, underlying spiritual hunger in the heart of the New World. It was the beginning of my life's mission. To create a lasting vessel for these sacred teachings, I founded the Self-Realization Fellowship (SRF). For many years, I traveled the length and breadth of America, lecturing in its greatest auditoriums—from New York's Carnegie Hall to the Los Angeles Philharmonic—to vast, attentive crowds. I spoke of the yoga of balanced living, of meditation as a tool for inner peace, and of the universal truths that unite all faiths in a single family under God.
My path, both in India and the West, was graced by encounters with many of the most remarkable souls of the age. I had the privilege of meeting Mahatma Gandhi and discussing with him the spiritual underpinnings of his non-violent revolution. I communed with the poet Rabindranath Tagore, a man whose heart flowed with divine beauty. I visited holy women of astonishing power, such as the bliss-intoxicated Ananda Moyi Ma, and Giri Bala, a yogini who had lived for over fifty years without taking any food or drink, subsisting on cosmic energy alone. In the West, my encounters were no less remarkable. I sought out Luther Burbank, the great horticulturist, whom I called 'The American Saint.' In his gentle communion with the hidden life in plants, I saw a profound, unconscious yoga. In Bavaria, I visited the Catholic mystic, Therese Neumann of Konnersreuth, who bore the bleeding stigmata of Christ and, like Giri Bala, lived only on the consecrated Eucharist. In her, I saw a powerful testament to the truth that devotion, in any faith, can produce divine phenomena. These meetings with saints, scientists, and leaders of every creed confirmed the verity my guru had instilled in me: that Truth is one, though men call it by many names.
Core Philosophical Concepts & Later Years
The myriad experiences of my life, the teachings of my guru, and the sacred science of Kriya all point to a few fundamental and powerful truths that form the bedrock of perennial philosophy. The first and ultimate of these is Self-realization: the direct, intuitive experience that one’s true Self, the Atman, is, and has always been, one with the omnipresent Spirit, or Brahman. Man is not a fragile mortal body, doomed to decay; he is a deathless soul, a spark of the Divine Fire, temporarily cloaked in flesh. The purpose of human life is to re-awaken to this forgotten divinity. This realization is the final goal of all religions. The paths may vary, but the destination is the same. The original precepts of Jesus and Krishna, of Buddha and Shankara, all lead the sincere aspirant to the same mountaintop of God-union. The universe in which we live is governed by the unerring law of karma—as you sow, so shall you reap. Our present circumstances are the harvest of seeds planted by our actions in this and in previous lives. This law is not punitive, but educational, guiding us through the lessons of experience over a long pilgrimage of reincarnations, until we learn to act in harmony with divine law. And the very fabric of this material cosmos, with its bewildering diversity and its pairs of opposites—pleasure and pain, life and death—is maya, the grand illusion. It is the cosmic veil of delusion that makes the one Indivisible Spirit appear as the many. The yogi’s task is to pierce this veil through meditation, to see beyond the flickering shadows on the wall of creation to the one eternal Light that projects them.
A final trip to India in 1935 brought my journey full circle. It was a joy beyond words to once more sit at the feet of my master, Sri Yukteswar. During that blessed visit, he bestowed upon me the highest monastic title of my order, Paramahansa, meaning 'supreme swan'—a symbol for the soul that can discriminate between the Real (Spirit) and the unreal (matter). It was our last meeting in the flesh.
Mahasamadhi & Enduring Legacy
On March 7, 1952, in Los Angeles, California, my work on the earthly plane came to its foreseen conclusion. Having finished a short speech in honor of the Ambassador of India, I lifted my eyes to the Kutastha center, the point between the eyebrows, and consciously and willingly departed from my body. This is known among yogis as mahasamadhi, the great and final union, a yogi’s conscious exit from the mortal encasement at the moment of death, a liberation he has earned through self-mastery. The body, having served its purpose as a temple for the soul’s journey, is left behind as one would leave a worn-out garment. Yet, the work itself does not end. The legacy of Kriya Yoga and the universal teachings of Self-Realization are not contained within a single form or a single lifetime. They are carried on through the worldwide organization of Self-Realization Fellowship/Yogoda Satsanga Society of India, and through the instrumentality of this book, which was written for one reason: that you, the reader, might feel the stirrings of your own soul's quest for the Infinite. The love of God is the most thrilling romance of all. May you, by the application of the scientific methods of yoga described herein, discover for yourself the inexhaustible treasure of peace, joy, and wisdom that is your own eternal birthright.
Yogananda’s journey culminates in the successful establishment of the Self-Realization Fellowship, ensuring his teachings would endure. His life concludes not with death, but with a conscious exit from the body—a mahasamadhi—powerfully demonstrating the yogic mastery he described. This final act is a testament to the soul's liberation and the ultimate goal of the spiritual path. The book’s enduring impact is its role as a bridge between Eastern mysticism and Western seekers, making ancient truths about meditation and God-realization accessible to all. It remains a profound invitation to experience one’s own divine nature directly, confirming that the kingdom of God is indeed within. We hope this summary was enlightening. Please like and subscribe for more content like this, and we will see you for the next episode.