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He had chosen as his place of earthly abode the holy city of Puri, whither multitudes of pious Hindus, representative of every province of India, come daily on pilgrimage to the famed Temple of Jagannath, “Lord of the World.” It was at Puri that Sri Yukteswar closed his mortal eyes, in 1936, to the scenes of this transitory state of being and passed on, knowing that his incarnation had been carried to a triumphant completion. My thanks are due also to Miss Ruth Zahn for preparation of the index, to Mr. Richard Wright for permission to use extracts from his Indian travel diary, and to Dr. He was one of the great masters who are India’s sole remaining wealth.
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