Every individual is an infinity in himself, a concealed godhead, an eternal portion of the supreme Divine. Every jiva represents a particular phase, a particular mode of the cosmic play, and in and through every one the divine Mother is unfolding the infinite universe
Thus we are revealed the difficulty and the danger and yet the inevitability of evolution and the Wisdom that uses all, even our resistance, for a greater perfection.
In the death tremendous hour when Sri Aurobindo withdraws leaving the Mother in our hearts and Savitri in our hands, the Mother formally inaugurates the Sri Aurobindo memorial as a university center in his Name. Soon thereafter there is going to be the Supramental manifestation.
Death remains unconvinced. He now brings in the gospel of the materialist, who denies all that is high and deep and labels it as hallucinations dreamed by a material mind. He is unable to distinguish between process and Reality, the instrumental means and the Force that uses it.
Nothing must be attempted for ourselves as a separate existence; nothing done for others, whether neighbours, friends, family, country or mankind or other creatures merely because they are connected with our personal life and thought and sentiment or because the ego takes a preferential interest in their welfare.
The little Mind is tied to little things:
Its sense is but the spirit’s outward touch,
Half-waked in a world of dark Inconscience;
It feels out for its beings and its forms
Like one left fumbling in the ignorant Night.
This talk is based on a passage from Savitri pp. 323 – 325, where Aswapati is shown the secret plans of the Supreme that the Divine Mother has hidden in Her heart.
Life emerges with difficulty in matter. Its evolution has been led by desire which is a construct of ignorance. This must change into a conscious aspiration for the True and the Eternal, for then only can life find the infinite Bliss that it is really seeking for.
A weekly sharing on Savitri by Dr Alok Pandey (an audio recording in English).
I am much troubled by the frequency of mechanical thoughts.
Reject always without getting disturbed by the recurrences.
Ah, to get over being a grown-up, responsible, anxious, apprehensive, calculating, important, ‘wise’, was a relief — a real relief. And to be a simple little child, sure and safe in the Mother’s lap, an entire comfort.
… He found the occult cave, the mystic door
Near to the well of vision in the soul,
And entered where the Wings of Glory brood
In the sunlit space where all is for ever known.
The mighty perish in their might;
The slain survive the slayer.
Ascending from the soil where creep our days,
Earth’s consciousness may marry with the Sun,
Our mortal life ride on the spirit’s wings,
Our finite thoughts commune with the Infinite.