After leaving the body the soul goes to the psychic world crossing through the mental and vital domains. Thence it rests for a while depending upon the experiences that it must assimilate and the future it must prepare for.
Into creation’s centre he had come.
Just as there is the individual centre where the soul resides so too creation too has its centre where the World-Soul dwells. Aswapati has reached this space.
Silence of the starting point
The spirit wandering from state to state
Finds here the silence of its starting-point
In the formless force and the still fixity
And brooding passion of the world of Soul.
The centre of creation is a wonderful space where the soul returns from its wanderings during life. Here is the silence before the world-play began, the space where the formless force that has built the worlds is brooding in the still passion before the game of games began.
Made and remade
All that is made and once again unmade,
The calm persistent vision of the One
Inevitably re-makes, it lives anew:
Forces and lives and beings and ideas
Are taken into the stillness for a while;
There they remould their purpose and their drift,
Recast their nature and re-form their shape.
In this stillness forces and beings and lives and ideas return to reorient and remould in the calm and persistent vision of the One. They recover and remould their purpose and the drift in the heart of the One and recast their nature and reform their shape so as to suit the evolutionary needs of the future.
Changing ever grow
Ever they change and changing ever grow,
And passing through a fruitful stage of death
And after long reconstituting sleep
Resume their place in the process of the Gods
Until their work in cosmic Time is done.
The outer form and personality changes and grows through the changing circumstances. The period of death is in fact a stage fruitful sleep during which the soul reconstitutes itself and prepares to participate once again in the great adventure of life and the process of the Gods working in the depths of creation. The soul itself is like a god that must continue its journey through birth and death and rebirth until the cosmic work is done and creation wakes up to the Light and Beauty and Bliss hidden within it.
Here was the fashioning chamber of the worlds.
Here was the chamber where our future lives are fashioned and the broad blueprints laid down.
An interval was left twixt act and act,
Twixt birth and birth, twixt dream and waking dream,
A pause that gave new strength to do and be.
This interval between birth and birth is like the time between two dreams. Death is but a brief pause and not the end of life. This pause is needed for the soul to recover its strength and continue with the great adventure of life.
Beyond were regions of delight and peace,
Mute birthplaces of light and hope and love,
And cradles of heavenly rapture and repose.
The psychic world is not the apex of creation. Creation rises endlessly. Beyond these depths and heights to which our soul returns or climbs there are domains of peace and delight where light and hope and love are silently born and heavenly rapture and repose come together to cradle the newborn forces of creation.
The secret process and purpose of death and rebirth have been thereby revealed here in some of the proceeding passages.