[Listen to Asha read this story]

Two days before she died of cancer, Marilyn was lying in bed barely moving or talking. Most of the time she seemed to be asleep.

A dear friend came to say good-bye. She sat very close to Marilyn. There was no one else in the room. A few minutes passed; it seemed Marilyn didn’t even know she was there. Then suddenly Marilyn opened her eyes and gazed at her friend.

Slowly and deliberately she said, “Swamiji is so attuned to each one of us.”

“He is?” the friend replied. It had not occurred to her that his sensitive awareness was so expanded.

For a moment longer, Marilyn looked at her friend then she closed her eyes, and said nothing more.

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