Bro. Anandmoy :-

Then my first spiritual tests came. I could not keep my new discovery of Yoganandaji's book to myself. I showed it to one of the older residents who was a cousin of mine. She told me that she had read the Autobiography of a Yogi and had given it to Mrs. Wright, who was an admirer of the Russian mystic Gurjieff, and she had said that Paramahansaji's book was very badly written, that the English was terrible, and that its writer, therefore, could not be of any value either. But that could not shake me. I could not judge the quality of the English in the book, of course, but I thought, so what if it is badly written. The main thing is that he knows what he is talking about.

One of the students had come from Ceylon. I showed the book to him. He looked through it and when he saw that Paramahansaji has a center in Hollywood, he laughed and said, “Oh, no! Don't get involved with him. He is in Hollywood, he must be a fake. He is just after the money of the movie people. Besides, no true yogi would come to America anyway!" That too did not disturb me. I sent for the Master's written Lessons, eager to learn how to meditate.

Then I showed the book to another student, an American. He read a few lines and exclaimed, "Oh, what excellent English!" Then he handed the book back to me and said, "Well, I do not want to read it, I am not interested in this sort of thing." I could not believe it - that anyone could be so indifferent, or tear the book down out of jealousy like Mrs. Wright. So I kept my newly-found treasure to myself and concentrated on my own efforts.

Some months later, after I had learned a little more English, I made a trip to Los Angeles to see the Master. As I entered the grounds at Mother Center I was over-awed by the vibrations of peace. I rang the doorbell at the main entrance of the administration building. An elderly lady came to greet me, (Sister Revati, as I later found out) and showed me around. First the chapel - there was nobody in it to my great surprise. Then the printing department, which was on the other side of the main hall – and which did not interest me at all - after all, I had come to see the Master. And then she led me through the main office.