Please Help to Make Sense of an Untimely Death of My Child

I can understand the pain that such an event causes and no amount of explanations can suffice because the heart strings that are attached to someone as dear as one’s child feel completely at loss when the person leaves suddenly and abruptly. However, it is equally true that the soul can take such a drastic route if it feels or senses intuitively that it must evolve further and the present circumstances and the constitution of nature does not support the further experience it needs. This is the reason that the Mother and Sri Aurobindo gave for some such early departures especially in a letter to Dilip Kumar Roy when he asked him about the premature passing away of a young singer Uma Bose.

My experience with some such departures does indicate something similar. In any case we have to accept that each is a unique journey with its own needs and ground of experiences to cover.

We can only turn to Their Grace to heal and help, and to Savitri for guidance.

But few can look beyond the present state
Or overleap this matted hedge of sense.

All that transpires on earth and all beyond
Are parts of an illimitable plan
The One keeps in his heart and knows alone.

Our outward happenings have their seed within,
And even this random Fate that imitates Chance,
This mass of unintelligible results,
Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
The laws of the Unknown create the known.

The events that shape the appearance of our lives
Are a cipher of subliminal quiverings
Which rarely we surprise or vaguely feel,
Are an outcome of suppressed realities
That hardly rise into material day:
They are born from the spirit’s sun of hidden powers
Digging a tunnel through emergency.

But who shall pierce into the cryptic gulf
And learn what deep necessity of the soul
Determined casual deed and consequence?

Absorbed in a routine of daily acts,
Our eyes are fixed on an external scene;
We hear the crash of the wheels of Circumstance
And wonder at the hidden cause of things.

Yet a foreseeing Knowledge might be ours,
If we could take our spirit’s stand within,
If we could hear the muffled daemon voice.

With prayers and Her Love
Alok