The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
bright eyes and olive skin, attired in a black suit wearing
at all times a brilliant red turban, this is Swami Rama.
This is the man from India now in Portland. Not a man
from India. Men from India not infrequently reach this
port. But seldom if ever has one of such learning, such
broad human sympathies, such unselfish motives carried
here.
For more than two weeks Swami Rama has been in
Portland quietly conducting classes and speaking before
audiences and congregations of all kinds and
denominations for the Women's Club, Bishop Scott
Academy, the Y.M.C.A., the Unitarian Church, the
Spiritualists, the Christian Union and others. For his
philosophy is broad enough to embrace all beliefs. It is
very like a great blanket, large enough to cover every
human creed and leave room for many more to creep
beneath its warmth. Swami, therefore, does not stop to
consider "Is the doctrine of this Church or organisation
consistent with any creed?" No, he cheerfully consents
to speak wherever asked and when he discovers that this
leads to a multiplicity of conflicting engagements he
patiently and with a contrite heart proceeds, with the aid
of a few practical friends with whom he is blessed, to
straighten things out and to make up for his blunders by
speaking morning, afternoon and evening, every day if
necessary. Whenever and wherever he has addressed an
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