Aswapati is now one with the great Gods. His consciousness has grown immeasurably vast. The crawl of the finite mind is closing and entering into the Infinite. One more step and he would be in the Supermind.
Marchings of the World-Force
In that high realm where no untruth can come,
Where all are different and all is one,
In the Impersonal’s ocean without shore
The Person in the World-Spirit anchored rode;
It thrilled with the mighty marchings of World-Force,
Its acts were the comrades of God’s infinite peace.
It is the realm that borders on the world of Truth. No untruth can enter here. Here there is the synthesis of the One and the Many. Here is the vast Impersonality of the Divine Consciousness as well as His Divine Personality anchored in the World-Spirit. Here he experienced the march of the World-Force moving towards the great Unfolding of the Divine. This marching was however a movement of perfect and infinite peace.
An adjunct glory and a symbol self,
The body was delivered to the soul,—
An immortal point of power, a block of poise
In a cosmicity’s wide formless surge,
A conscious edge of the Transcendent’s might
Carving perfection from a bright world-stuff,
It figured in it a universe’s sense.
Here the body is experienced as a symbol of the soul thereby sharing its glory as an adjunct self. Combining power and poise in the vas cosmic consciousness surging out of the formless, this was the conscious edge of the Transcendent’s might turning towards the cosmos. It is here that the secret sense of the universe which is the carving of perfection out of the world-stuff is seen and known.
Single weft of consciousness
There consciousness was a close and single weft;
The far and near were one in spirit-space,
The moments there were pregnant with all time.
There all the different strands of consciousness joined in a single weft bringing the near and the far in a single spirit-space. Each moment there held within itself the possibilities of all time.
The superconscient’s screen
The superconscient’s screen was ripped by thought,
Idea rotated symphonies of sight,
Sight was a flame-throw from identity;
Life was a marvellous journey of the spirit,
Feeling a wave from the universal Bliss.
The Overmind is like a screen covering the Superconscient. Here the screen is ripped off and ideas are plastic and synthetic. Sight was a flame-throw from identity. Such was the closeness felt with all things. Life was experienced as a marvellous journey of the spirit and feelings as waves of the universal Bliss.
In the kingdom of the Spirit’s power and light,
As if one who arrived out of infinity’s womb
He came new-born, infant and limitless
And grew in the wisdom of the timeless Child;
He was a vast that soon became a Sun.
Aswapati seems to be new born out of the womb of the Infinite ending the journey on a finite basis. He is now like a newborn child, infant and limitless. He grew in the wisdom of the timeless Child of this new consciousness. He was a vast that was on the verge of becoming one with the supramental sun.
Aswapati is now about to enter the kingdoms of the Supermind and is consequently experiencing the transfiguring touch.