Savitri Class in Hindi with Alok Pandey
Savitri Book Three: The Book of Divine Mother, Canto Three : The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
Aswapati has performed the final act of Sacrifice, the last offering into the Fire of aspiration that has carried him thus far. He has offered the refugee instincts chasing them from the dark subconscient domains. He has plucked the very roots of desire and offered his life at the altar of the Divine Mother. Thus could he prepare within him the seat fit for the gods. Thus could he be ready to enter into the house of the Lord.
As a result of this offering, he undergoes a tremendous change. His beings becomes vast, void of the limiting boundaries of the ego-self, freed from the prison of desire. He begins to enter into the consciousness of all around him and feel others as part of his own life. His individual sacrifice, yagna, becomes a universal sacrifice, world-yagna. This new phase of his journey is supported by the Transcendent’s Peace and Calm.
A last and mightiest transformation came.
His soul was all in front like a great sea
Flooding the mind and body with its waves;
His being, spread to embrace the universe,
United the within and the without
To make of life a cosmic harmony,
An empire of the immanent Divine.
In this tremendous universality
Not only his soul-nature and mind-sense
Included every soul and mind in his,
But even the life of flesh and nerve was changed
And grew one flesh and nerve with all that lives;
He felt the joy of others as his joy,
He bore the grief of others as his grief;
His universal sympathy upbore,
Immense like ocean, the creation’s load
As earth upbears all beings’ sacrifice,
Thrilled with the hidden Transcendent’s joy and peace.
Division ends and oneness now prevails in Aswapati’s being. He is identified with the One Consciousness that has built the worlds. He becomes one with the Creator as well as all creation.
There was no more division’s endless scroll;
One grew the Spirit’s secret unity,
All Nature felt again the single bliss.
There was no cleavage between soul and soul,
There was no barrier between world and God.
Overpowered were form and memory’s limiting line;
The covering mind was seized and torn apart;
It was dissolved and now no more could be,
The one Consciousness that made the world was seen;
All now was luminosity and force.
Abolished in its last thin fainting trace
The circle of the little self was gone;
The separate being could no more be felt;
It disappeared and knew itself no more,
Lost in the spirit’s wide identity.
His nature grew a movement of the All,
Exploring itself to find that all was He,
His soul was a delegation of the All
That turned from itself to join the one Supreme.
Thus transcending the human state, Aswapati prepares for the great Descent that can transform the world. His individual being fulfilled, he now awaits the collective fulfillment.
Transcended was the human formula;
Man’s heart that had obscured the Inviolable
Assumed the mighty beating of a god’s;
His seeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows;
His life was a flow of the universal life.
He stood fulfilled on the world’s highest line
Awaiting the ascent beyond the world,
Awaiting the descent the world to save.
In that state of Divine Nothingness, free and immaculate, seated upon earthly seat as Splendour from Beyond, Aswapati dwelt in the Peace of the Omnipotent. He entered the trance of the Infinity.
A Splendour and a Symbol wrapped the earth,
Serene epiphanies looked and hallowed vasts
Surrounded, wise infinitudes were close
And bright remotenesses leaned near and kin.
Sense failed in that tremendous lucency;
Ephemeral voices from his hearing fell
And Thought potent no more sank large and pale
Like a tired god into mysterious seas.
The robes of mortal thinking were cast down
Leaving his knowledge bare to absolute sight;
Fate’s driving ceased and Nature’s sleepless spur:
The athlete heavings of the will were stilled
In the Omnipotent’s unmoving peace.
Life in his members lay down vast and mute;
Naked, unwalled, unterrified it bore
The immense regard of Immortality.
The last movement died and all at once grew still.
A weight that was the unseen Transcendent’s hand
Laid on his limbs the Spirit’s measureless seal,
Infinity swallowed him into shoreless trance.[Savitri: 318 – 320]
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