But now the Light supreme is far away:
Our conscious life obeys the Inconscient's laws;
To ignorant purposes and blind desires
Our hearts are moved by an ambiguous force;
Even our mind's conquests wear a battered crown.
....A little life wearing the flesh for robe,
A little mind winged through wide space to run.
It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,
Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.
A FIXED and narrow power with rigid forms,
He saw the empire of the little life,
An unhappy corner in eternity.
It lived upon the margin of the Idea
Protected by Ignorance as in a shell.
Narad, the heavenly sage, has been blessed with the ability of seeing the scroll of fate. This foresight is a mixed boon since it can see and hear the far approaching feet of pain even as the individual is rejoicing in the present moment. He circles around the truth that is appearing before his eyes...
Pranab Kumar Bhattacharya, a yogi of rare caliber affectionately known as Dada (elder brother in Bengali), was among the chosen ones, called by the Divine Mother when the time drew near to start the work on the body and prepare it for the physical transformation....
Even as Narada, the demi-god is received at Aswapati’s palace, as he sings to them the glories of Heaven-love brooding in the depths of pain, Savitri arrives to her father’s home. There she is met with the seer-gaze of the yogi-King, who discovers in his daughter a marvelous change by the touch of love.
... With a book in his lap and his back towards me, he opened both his hands upwards and started chanting Mantras. They were The Mother’s Prayers in French: ‘Seigneur! Toi a Toi …’, complete prayers. And all the time both his hands were sending waves of his aspiration upwards…