To Sister Nivedita SAN FRANCISCO, 26th May, 1900.
DEAR NIVEDITA,
All blessings on you. Don't despond in the least. Shri wah Guru! Shri wah Guru! You come of the blood of a Kshatriya. Our yellow garb is the robe of death on the field of battle. DEATH FOR THE CAUSE IS OUR GOAL, NOT SUCCESS. Shri wah Guru! . . .
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Black and thick are the folds of sinister fate. But I am the master. I raise my hand, and lo, they vanish! All this is nonsense. And fear? I am the FEAR OF FEAR, the TERROR OF TERROR, I AM THE FEARLESS secondless One, I am the Rule of destiny, the Wiper-out of fact. Shri wah Guru! Steady, child, don't be bought by gold or anything else, and we win!
- Swami Vivekananda
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BLESSINGS TO NIVEDITA
The mother's heart, the hero's will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before --
Be thou to India's future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.
With the blessings of Vivekananda
Written to Sister Nivedita
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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