The Infinite Mother: Chapter 45

A woman in an open automobile with hands small and feet small and a face like a child's, yet something in the air around her feels infinite and ancient beyond measure. Ananda Moyi Ma, the 'Joy-Permeated Mother' of Bengal, her disciples press toward her like flowers turning toward light. An encounter Yogananda didn't plan for, brought to him through his niece with a simple introduction to a reputation that spreads like light spreads through water. Quiet. Persistent. Transformative. He recognizes her immediately as a being of exceptional spiritual attainment and power.