It’s Convocation Eve, the Saturday night before the annual, weeklong Self-Realization Fellowship World Convocation commences at the Westin Bonaventure Hotel in Los Angeles. Arriving at the Westin always feels like a homecoming, like I’ve stumbled upon an oasis of peace, love and devotion hidden away among six-lane freeways and towering skyscrapers.
At a meeting for volunteers, an SRF monastic who has been in the order for more than fifty years, related the story of how he came to the organization. He had shown up a few minutes late for his first service in the small chapel inside the SRF International Headquarters atop Mount Washington in Los Angeles. The first thing he saw was devotees pranaming. His first thought was, “This is weird.” Yet at the same time, he felt a deep peace and gratitude that manifested in his thoughts as, I’m home. Thank God, I’m finally home.
It’s a story I could relate to, given my own experience with this path. I’ve personally heard some incredibly dramatic stories from a number of other devotees about how they came upon SRF. Click here to read some wonderful stories from early disciples of Paramahansa Yogananda about how they first encountered his book, Autobiography of a Yogi. I especially like the last three stories.
May you be fortunate enough to find a path of your own that feels like home.
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