Across the Atlantic: Chapter 37 (Part 1 of 2)

The ship cuts through the Atlantic, and Yogananda stands at the rail unable to speak,gripped by a silence he has never known before. Not sickness, not unwillingness. Terror. Pure, crystalline terror. The man who has spent years dialoguing with gurus and saints cannot string together a single English sentence. Hours until Boston. Hours until the International Congress of Religions. He's been commissioned with a task he doesn't fully understand: to bring an ancient Eastern science to a Western world that has no framework for receiving it. Everything depends on finding his voice. Everything depends on learning to trust a guidance he cannot see but absolutely feels in his being.