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There was the opportunity and it remained with me to satisfy
myself as to the correctness of the statements contained in the
books about anatomy and man's inner organs. Ridding myself
of the books which I laid near by. and talcmg off my clothes, I
resolutely entered the river and soon broughi the dead body
out and laid it on the shore. I then proceeded to cut it open
with a large knife in t he best manner I could. I took out and
examined the kamal (the heart) and cutting it from the navel
to the ribs, and a portion of the head and neck, I carefully
examined and compared them with the descriptions in the
books. Finding they did not tally at all. I tore the books to
pieces and threw them into the river after the corpse. From
that time gradually I came to the conclusion that with the
exception of the Vedas, Upanishadas, Patanjali and Sankhya,
all other works upon science and Yoga were false. Having
lingered for some time on the banks of the Ganges, I arrived
next at Furrukhabad ; when having passed Sreenjeeram I was
just entering Cawnpur by the road east of the cantonment, the
samvat year of 1912 (1855 A.0.) was completed.
Practice of Yoga
During the following five months, I visited many a place
between Cawnpur and Allahabad. In the beginning of Bhad-
rapad, I arrived at Mirzapur where I stopped for a month or
so near the shrine of Vindiachal Asooljee ; and arriving at
Benares in the early part of Ashwin, I took my quarters in the
cave (at the confluence of the Buruna and the Ganges) which
then beloaged to Bhumanand Saraswati. There, I met with
Kakaram, Rajarazn and other Shastrees, but stopped there
only twelve days and renewed my travels after what I sought
for. It was at the shrine of Durga-Kohn in Chandalgurh,
where I passed ten days. I left off eatiag rice altogether, and
living but on milk I gave myself up entirely to the study of
Yoga which I practised night and day.
Frauds of Idolatry
Unfortunately, 1 got this time into the habit of using
bhang, a strong narcotic leaf, and at times felt quite intoxicated
with its effect. Once after leaving the temple, I came to a
small village near Chandalgurh where by chance I met an
attendant of mine of former days. On the other side of the
village, and at some distance from it stood
a
Shivalaya (a