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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
\n<\/br><\/br><\/div>\n
\n
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Book One. The Book of Beginnings<\/p>\n

Canto I <\/a> Canto II<\/a> Canto III<\/a> Canto IV<\/a>
\nCanto V<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n\n\n\n
<\/td>\n\n
\n


\nBook One: Canto 4<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Secret Knowledge<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT>
\n
As Aswapathy stood on the high peak
\nof existence still higher peaks came into his ken. For the vistas of
\nthe Infinite are endless and what man achieves by way of ascent is
\nonly a promise of greater conquests in store. Aswapathy came to see
\nand realise that the present state of limitation and death is not the
\npermanent condition of earth-life. States of freedom and immortality
\nawait discovery by man. Whether he is conscious of it or not, his
\nbeing steadily grows towards them in the stress of the evolutionary
\nlabour to which he is subject. At times man is aware of this growth,
\nat times he experiences in himself descents of supernal Light, Power,
\nPeace and sees his own little ego-bound life dissolve.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan grows conscious of a
\nvaster Self in himself which is not involved in the life-movement,
\nbut watches all from its base behind the veil of nature in ignorance.
\nThere is the key to the riddle of existence, there the fount of
\ndelight without which none could live.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWithout this perception,
\nworld-existence appears to lack meaning and direction; no definite
\nknowledge of its character is possible. Only the movement is seen to
\nbe real, a movement carried on by an incessant urge from within. And
\nyet, the earth does not feel left alone in her labour. She senses and
\nbecomes aware of mighty Puissances in the Cosmos helping and drawing
\nher upward by their very presence and their irresistible action. The
\nearth-mind seeks and aspires for the Verities of Knowledge, Power and
\nBliss which are in the keeping of these Gods above, however much they
\nmight appear to be out of reach to the terrestrial spirit toiling
\nbelow.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn fact it is the action of
\nthese Powers from behind the surfaces of life that determines the
\ncourse of outer circumstances. Man is not normally aware of this
\ninner working in himself and in the Cosmos. But the impulsion from
\nwithin and the lead from above goes on till the purpose of the
\nearth-movement is achieved, till the earth-life flowers into a divine
\nexistence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe present state of the
\nevolving Consciousness on earth is intermediate; it marks a stage
\nthat has moved away from the original Inconscience at the base but is
\nyet far from the plenary Super-conscience at the summit of existence
\ninto which it is to grow. Consequently all the operations of this
\nConsciousness are imperfect. However there is a constant pressure on
\nthis Consciousness to develop and expand from both the ends of
\nexistence-Material Nature and Spiritual Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThrough all the
\nvicissitudes of lives, there is a Light that leads, a Might that
\npulls, a Bliss that sustains. The Will of the creative Godhead works
\nat each moment of Time, at every level of world-existence towards the
\ndestined manifestation of the Divine in the terrestrial universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Early
\nApproaches<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nearly approaches to the Infinite
Are sunrise splendours on a
\nmarvellous verge
While lingers yet unseen the glorious sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen one takes to yoga, the
\nPath that leads to God, one gets many experiences. These experiences
\nmay be of ebullient joy or coursings of unusual force or descents of
\nsolid peace or visions of colours, images and the like. They are not
\nto be mistaken for realisations, much less the goal. They are only
\npreliminary experiences that result from the opening up of faculties
\nthitherto latent but activised and set into operation by the workings
\nof the Yoga-Power. The subtler vision or audition or the senses of
\nthe subtle-physical being become active and the consciousness becomes
\naware of new ranges of experience. All of these are the first
\nindications, the promise of greater realities that await the
\naspirant. The Sun of Truth is far, not yet arisen in the skies of the
\nbeing of the seeker; only the distant rays of his Dawn appear in
\ntheir brightening hues.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Epic
\nClimb<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nthe epic climb
Of human soul from its flat earthly state
To
\nthe discovery of a greater self <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe drab material condition
\nin which the human soul finds itself in life on earth is not its
\npermanent state. It is only a stage in its development upwards. The
\nsoul is a growing entity in evolution, ever increasing in its power
\nand consciousness, developing its personality in Nature. Starting
\nfrom its base in the physical organisation of the body, it develops
\ninto embodiment in life, then in mind, and then proceeds further to
\nfind and grow into its spiritual personality which is its real and
\neternal self. The movement is one of progressive ascent from the
\nawaking of the human soul involved in the material encasement to its
\ndiscovery and realisation of its secret self on the spiritual heights
\nof its being. This self is its own higher term.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis World<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nworld is a beginning and a base
Where Life and Mind erect their
\nstructured dreams;
An unborn Power must build reality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis material world
\norganised on the basis of Matter is not the whole truth of existence.
\nIt is only a base, an indispensable firm foundation on which other
\nPowers like Life and Mind manifest and establish their own
\norganisations with some degree of stability. But these do not prove
\nto be lasting. The real, enduring edifice is to be built by a Power
\ngreater than Life or Mind, a Power of the Spirit that seeks to
\nmanifest on earth the Divine Consci-ousness which is labouring to
\nemerge from its veiled depths and shape a new creation of the Eternal
\nTruth on this terrestrial ground.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Our
\nForgotten Vastnesses<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndeathbound littleness is not all we are:
Immortal our forgotten
\nvastnesses
Await discovery in our summit selves;
Unmeasured
\nbreadths and depths of being are ours. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is a being limited in
\nconsciousness, limited in power. The range of his awareness is
\ndetermined by his physical senses; the duration of his life is at the
\nmercy of death and the agents of death: accident, disease, decay. But
\nthat is so only as long as he is content to confine himself to his
\nsurface being. If he takes steps to deepen and. enlarge his
\nawareness, he finds large tracts of consciousness opening to him.
\nThey are, he finds, parts of his own being of which he had remained
\nignorant in his out-turned vision. These ranges of consciousness are
\nunlimited; above they extend into the infinites of the Spirit where
\ndeath holds no sway. Around and below, the consciousness spreads as
\nwide and as deep as he can extend himself. Man external is shut out
\nfrom his own larger being: the spiritual, the subliminal and the
\nsubconscious.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nAltitudes (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNeighbours
\nof Heaven are Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s altitudes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature is not all
\nignorance, governed entirely by limitation, incapacity and death.
\nThat may be true to a certain extent of a part of her, the lower
\nNature. But there is a higher part of the same Nature, the Para
\nPrakriti, where these elements do not exist as determinants any more.
\nThis Higher Nature reveals more and more of the characteristics of
\nthe Infinite Spirit as man ascends her altitudes. There on the
\nsummits he breathes strong winds of Power, beholds immensities of
\nKnowledge and floats on the bosom of Joy. He is on the threshold of
\nthe Kingdom of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nAltitudes (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nthese high-peaked dominions sealed to our search
Too far from
\nsurface Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s postal routes,
Too lofty for our mortal lives
\nto breathe,
Deep in us a forgotten kinship points <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe normal walks of life
\nwith their petty life-movements, limited mental lights, all confined
\nwithin the narrow bounds of the laws of material nature are
\npractically shut out from the summits of the higher Nature where
\nreign great powers of light and joy in unbelievable freedom and
\nimmensity. The gulf is too vast between them, and human nature, as it
\nis, cannot adjust itself to those conditions. And yet there is always
\nan aspiration in man to reach those heights. That is because deep in
\nhis being there are levels of consciousness which have affinity to
\nthe heights. Man lives mostly on the superficies of his being and is
\nunaware of these greater states of consciousness within himself which
\ncan link him with the supernal peaks of Nature if only they are
\nactivised and brought forward in his life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Growth
\nTowards Light<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nwhen we fail to look into our souls
Or lie embedded in earthly
\nconsciousness,
Still have we parts that grow towards the Light, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is a complex being in
\nevolution. He has many parts though he is normally conscious of only
\nthe surface exterior of himself. Whether he is aware of them or not,
\nall of them grow in consciousness drawing in their own way from the
\nexperiences gathered by the frontal being. Indeed, if the outer man
\nis conscious of his inner parts and cultivates them in the way of the
\nLight and Truth, they all grow quicker. But even if he does not do
\nso, due to his engrossment in material interests, the inner Purusha
\nsees to it that they i.e. the subtle-physical being, the vital being,
\nthe emotional being, the mental person, register their own
\ndevelopment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Eldoradoes
\nof Splendour<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nare there luminous tracts and heavens serene
And Eldoradoes of
\nsplendour and ecstasy
And temples to the Godhead none can see. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nExtrovert that he is, man
\nsees everywhere around him ignorance, obscurity, limitation,
\nsuffering and death. If he were to turn his gaze inward he would
\nbecome aware of regions of his being which are not subject to these
\nlimiting and darkening agents in creation but are bright with the
\nlight of Knowledge, expanses where reign supreme Happiness and Peace.
\nThere are veritable Kingdoms of unearthly Splendour and Bliss even as
\nthere are parts within that rise spontaneously towards the Divine.
\nThis is the glorious heritage that awaits man, should he but turn to
\nit freeing himself from his self-constricting preoccupations on the
\nsuperficies of his being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Miraculous
\nEscape<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nsometimes, when our sight is turned within,
Earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ignorant
\nveil is lifted from our eyes;
There is a short miraculous escape.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe doors of the body, says
\nthe Upanishad, are set outwards; therefore man habitually gazes
\noutward and not at the Self within; hardly a wise man turns his eyes
\ninward and beholds the Self.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOccasionally the sight of
\nman withdraws from its external field of the senses and looks inward.
\nThe usual veil of ignorance that shrouds the faculties absorbed in
\nthe objects of the material world is lifted for a while and man gets
\na swift, though brief, entry into the splendorous worlds within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Narrow
\nFringe<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nnarrow fringe of clamped experience
We leave behind meted to us
\nas life,
Our little walks, our insufficient reach. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat is offered to man by
\nmaterial Nature as his field of experience is a very narrow strip of
\nlife bounded on all sides. His knowledge is enveloped by Ignorance,
\nhis power restricted by limitations, his life surrounded by death,
\nhis instruments of the senses restricted in their range and imperfect
\nin their operations. But behind this constricted exterior there are
\nlarger expanses of being and on gaining entry into them, the sphere
\nof experience widens for man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nGreat Lonely Hours<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nsouls can visit in great lonely hours
Still regions of
\nimperishable Light,
All-seeing eagle-peaks of silent Power
And
\nmoon-flame oceans of swift fathomless Bliss
And calm immensities
\nof spirit Space. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is possible for the
\nbeing of man, when its attention is not held captive by external
\ninterests, to turn inward and direct its faculties to the exploration
\nof the inner regions of his consciousness. And during these periods
\nof gathered meditation he may enter into domains of Light without
\nshadow, intensities of Power without excitement, states of Bliss
\nwithout limit, ever-extending Vasts of undisturbable Calm. He can
\nexperience them all because they are parts of his own being though
\ninaccessible in conditions of Ignorance. To withdraw the interests
\nfrom the outer world of sense-objects, to gather all the threads of
\nconsciousness and plunge inward into the depths of the soul, and to
\nsoar upward into the heights of the Spirit, is the yogic way of
\nattaining to these veiled kingdoms of Light, Power, Bliss and Calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe unfolding process of the Self
Sometimes the inexpressible
\nMystery
Elects a human vessel of descent. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world is a progressive
\nmanifestation of the Spirit. The Divine Consciousness seeks to
\nestablish and express itself in an ever increasing measure and there
\nis a continuous pressure from the higher planes of existence\u00e2\u0080\u0094nearer
\nto the plenary Home of the manifesting Truth\u00e2\u0080\u0094on the
\nearth-atmosphere. The verities of the Divine Consciousness seek
\nembodiment and the supreme Intelligence governing the whole movement
\nis ever on the lookout for vessels which are ready, or can be made
\nready, to receive and hold the descents of these truths. The choice
\nis made from above by the Divine Spirit. Not by individual claims of
\nknowledge, power or merit is the choice decided but by the Grace that
\nelects. To him whom He chooses, the Self bares his body, says the
\nUpanishad.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nbreath comes down from a supernal air,
A presence is borne, a
\nguiding Light awakes,
A stillness falls upon the instruments:
\n
Fixed sometimes like a marble monument,
Stone-calm, the body
\nis a pedestal
Supporting a figure of eternal Peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere comes, at times, a
\nwaft of fresh air from the heights above the terrestrial plains and
\nwith that new breath one becomes aware of a Presence within and
\naround oneself; some luminous guidance becomes active. The restless
\ninstruments of nature feel a quietude stealing over them and they
\nbecome still and relaxed. As this settling of peace on the being
\ndeepens, the body becomes like an immovable stone, undisturbable; a
\ncold granite-like feeling comes over it. The whole of the being, the
\nlife-energies, the emotions, the thought-activities of the mind – all
\nof them are stamped with this peace and stand, as it were, supported
\nby the solid base of the physical body which itself has become a
\nconcrete form of the unnameable Peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr a
\nrevealing Force sweeps blazing in;
Out of some vast superior
\ncontinent
Knowledge breaks through trailing its radiant seas,
\n
And Nature trembles with the power, the flame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr, may be, it is a
\nluminous Force that comes down bringing with it a new enlightenment.
\nFrom the higher domains where knowing is not a result of intellection
\nbut a spontaneous action of some supernormal faculties, knowledge
\nsails into the consciousness of the being filling it with
\nillumination and felicity. This manifestation of the Power of higher
\nKnowledge often sets up a vibratory movement in the physical nature
\nwhich is accustomed to the workings of the mind at a lower key. It
\ntakes time for it to adjust itself to the movement of the greater
\nPower, the burning of the increasing light of Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngreater Personality sometimes
Possesses us which yet we know is
\nours: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne becomes conscious of
\nthe displacement of one’s habitual ego-bound, limited, working self
\nby a new personality which begins to make itself felt and acts. This
\npersonality is not altogether foreign to oneself. Somewhere there is
\na strong recognition that this personality is also one’s own. In the
\nprocess of the involution and formation of nature one has lost touch
\nwith this higher self and remained stationed in the lower self. In
\nthe unfoldment of the Spirit this hidden Person comes into his own
\nand assumes control over the instrumental nature, from time to time,
\nuntil the being is ready for this permanent assumption.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr we
\nadore the Master of our souls. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr, the Divine Lord reveals
\nhimself and draws one’s spontaneous adoration. He may reveal himself
\nin a form familiar to one’s conception or in any other form; or he
\nmay make himself felt as some supreme Love or Power or any other
\nVerity natural to him. In either case his presence is unmistakable
\nand the soul flows to him in devotion, worship and surrender. There
\nis an intimate communion between the human and the Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Descent
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nthe small bodily ego thins and falls;
No more insisting on its
\nseparate self,
Losing the punctilio of its separate birth,
It
\nleaves us one with Nature and with God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the being is pervaded
\nby the influx of Peace or Knowledge of the spiritual heights or
\npossessed by the greater self or brought into the presence of the
\nDivine Lord, the ego individuality identified with the body dwindles
\nand is no more in a position to insist upon maintaining its distinct
\nseparateness from all. With the breaking down of these walls of
\nisolation, man enters into a free relation with Nature and with God,
\nwith both of whom he realises his common oneness. He does not need
\nany further to guard his precarious self-existence from the movements
\nof universal Nature. He does not feel any more the natural gulf
\nbetween the finite self and the infinite God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Meditation
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nmoments when the inner lamps are lit
And the life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cherished
\nguests are left outside,
Our spirit sits alone and speaks to its
\ngulfs. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is normally preoccupied
\nwith his life-interests and his consciousness is ever turned outward
\nattending to the call of the senses, the incessant pulls of desire
\nand the constant flow of thoughts. Occasionally, he is drawn inward,
\nthe main part of his consciousness looks within suspending for the
\ntime being its outward activities. The inner parts of the being come
\nto life and one communes, undistracted, with these profounder depths
\nof the soul. One goes into meditation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Meditation
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwider consciousness opens then its doors;
Invading from spiritual
\nsilences
A ray of the timeless Glory stoops awhile
To commune
\nwith our seized illumined clay
And leaves its huge white stamp
\nupon our lives. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs one goes deep into
\nmeditation and communion with inner depths, one enters into the
\nsubliminal consciousness which is behind the normal waking
\nconsciousness, wider, freer and more powerful. When the being is
\npoised in this state of consciousness, the range of its awareness and
\nreach is automatically extended and contact is effected with the
\nhigher altitudes of the Spirit. There comes down a breath from the
\nEternal and, however brief its duration, its touch upon the being
\nexposed to its uplifting action produces a permanent effect on the
\nperson and his nature. The experience leaves an indelible impression.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Signals
\nof Eternity (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe oblivious field of mortal mind,
Revealed to the closed
\nprophet eyes of trance
Or in some deep internal solitude
\n
Witnessed by a strange immaterial sense,
The signals of
\neternity appear. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is normally conscious
\nof only a limited surface front of his mind. But when he withdraws
\nhimself into a deep contemplation or meditation, the deeper inward
\nsight opens and reveals to him tracts of the mind that had remained
\nveiled so long. He becomes aware of the larger and deeper ranges of
\nthe mind. So also when he enters into the depths of the heart and
\nstays there undisturbed, he finds subtler sense-faculties other than
\nthe usual physical senses opening up in his being. And in either
\nstate break upon him new phenomena that signalise a different,
\ntimeless order of the Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Signals
\nof Eternity (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ntruth mind could not know unveils its face,
We hear what mortal
\nears have never heard,
We feel what earthly sense has never felt,
\n
We love what common hearts repel and dread; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat the mind normally
\nknows is only a fragment of truth constructed by its reasoning. In
\nthe action of the higher consciousness upon the mind, however, the
\ntruths begin to reveal themselves without mental labour, in quick
\nlightning flashes – as the Upanishad puts it\u00e2\u0080\u0094or in a steady
\nemergence. And the truths so self-revealed are whole.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSo also there are moments
\nof inspiration which pour knowledge in words, sound-forms that are
\nnot fashioned by human faculties. The Word comes reverberating out of
\nthe silences of the Infinite, loaded with bright content.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe senses too thrill to
\ncontacts which are normally beyond the scope of their physical
\noperation. The concrete calm, peace, joy or power that come on their
\nown hold the senses captive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe springs of divine Love
\nare struck and the heart goes out to meet all in the universe, even
\nwhat is usually feared and avoided by the limited ego-centred being.
\nFor this Love sees behind the appearances and recognises what is
\nstruggling to express itself through movements that have taken wrong
\nor perverted forms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Signals
\nof Eternity (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nminds hush to a bright Omniscient;
A Voice calls from the
\nchambers of the soul;
We meet the ecstasy of the Godhead\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\ntouch
In golden privacies of immortal fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe activities of the mind
\nslow down and come to a standstill. The mind falls silent in the
\npresence of a vast luminous Knowledge that breaks upon it. In that
\nsilence is heard the call of the soul, the call that is normally
\ndrowned in the loud clamour of the senses, desire and ego. There in
\nthe depths of the being, lit by the flame of aspiration, one is
\nflooded by the irrepressible bliss that flows from the touch of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Larger
\nSelf<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n… a
\nlarger self
That lives within us by ourselves unseen; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are two selves in
\nman. One is the outer, the desire-self active on the surface being
\nsubject to the limitations of the senses and revolving round the ego.
\nThe other is the deeper and truer self behind the exterior
\npersonality; this self is not confined to the physical-vital-mental
\ncomplex projected on the surface but has a consciousness that is
\nsubliminal and enters into the universal around and the spiritual
\nabove. This larger self is concealed by the veils of ignorance, ego
\nand division from the waking consciousness, but it is always there
\nactive in its own way, supporting and guiding the evolution of the
\nbeing from within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Holier
\nInfluence<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\nsometimes a holier influence comes,
A tide of mightier surgings
\nbears our lives
And a diviner Presence moves the soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the usual course of life
\nman is involved in action and reaction arising from common situations
\nin life based upon impulsions of ego, desire and self-aggrandisement.
\nHe moves in the limited circle of his petty self. Occasionally,
\nhowever, he is moved by greater impulses\u00e2\u0080\u0094idealistic or
\nspiritual\u00e2\u0080\u0094and he breaks out of his small rounds; he allows himself
\nto be carried by larger forces into movements that go beyond his
\nimmediate interests. These are the moments of self-expansion and
\nself-upliftment which prepare the way for the liberation of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Something
\nBreaks<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nthrough the earthly coverings something breaks,
A grace and
\nbeauty of spiritual light,
The murmuring tongue of a celestial
\nfire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is not only from above
\nthat a change comes about. It comes from within too. For behind the
\ncrust of material coverings thick in obscurity and inertia, behind
\nthe turbidities of the desire-infested flowings of life, behind the
\nsense-dominated movements of emotions and thoughts, there are regions
\nof the inner being leading to the soul within. They are the natural
\nsource of all upward aspiration, of godly light, urges for beauty and
\nharmony in expression, of all the finer movements that uplift the
\nconsciousness of man. They are normally smothered in the smoke of the
\nego-centred activities of the nature and can hardly reach the surface
\nbeing. But at times, due to the pressure of the soul, these powers
\nbreak through the crust and light up the being. The inner aspiration
\nfinds articulation. Nachiketas comes to life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Ourself
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOurself
\nand a high stranger whom we feel,
It is and acts unseen as if it
\nwere not;
It follows the line of sempiternal birth,
Yet seems
\nto perish with its mortal frame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is on the rare occasions
\nwhen there is a breakthrough in the being from within that man
\nbecomes aware of something in him that is at his centre yet untouched
\nby the movements of his surface-life. He becomes aware of his self,
\nhis deeper soul that lives on its own carrying and using the complex
\nof his physical-vital-mental personality for its own purpose, in
\nfulfilment of its own truth. This soul may appear to cease with the
\ndeath of the physical body, but in reality it continues its career
\ntaking on other bodies in subsequent births in order to work out the
\nmission with which it has been charged by the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Ourself
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssured
\nof the Apocalypse to be,
It reckons not the moments and the
\nhours;
Great, patient, calm it sees the centuries pass,
Awaiting
\nthe slow miracle of our change
In the sure deliberate process of
\nworld-force
And the long march of all-revealing Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis self is in possession
\nof the truth that has sought embodiment and the sure knowledge of its
\neventual manifestation. It is not involved in the movement in Time
\nthrough which the process is worked out, though it witnesses the
\ndevelopment with its innate immutable look. It watches – and by its
\nvery watching promotes – the slow evolution of the embodying form,
\nstep by step, in the field of Time and Space under the stress of the
\ncosmic forces that are at work to effectuate the Will of the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Ourself
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nSilence overhead, an inner Voice,
A living image seated in the
\nheart,
An unwalled wideness and a fathomless point,
The truth
\nof all these cryptic shows in space,
The Real towards which our
\nstrivings move,
The secret grandiose meaning of our lives. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis self, the divine
\nInhabitant in man, reveals itself in various ways. It may be a
\nSilence looming over his life – in action or in inaction,\u00e2\u0080\u0094a
\npregnant Silence that is at the back of every movement; or, from
\nwithin an audible voice that speaks and guides; or an entity in the
\nheart visible to the inturned eye. This self is not limited by the
\ncorporeality of the body; it is illimitable in its consciousness and
\nextends wide. It cannot be physically pinned down, because though it
\nis huger than the hugest, mahato mah\u00c4\u00aby\u00c4\u0081n, it is also finer than the
\nfinest, anoran\u00c4\u00aby\u00c4\u0081n. It cannot be fathomed in its depths. This self
\nholds in itself the truth which all movements in life seek to
\nexpress. It is the divine goal towards which all life-journeyings
\nmove. It is this self that lends eternal significance to the life and
\nevolution of Man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Ourself
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntreasure of honey in the combs of God,
A Splendour burning in a
\ntenebrous cloak,
It is our glory of the flame of God,
Our
\ngolden fountain of the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delight,
An immortality cowled
\nin the cape of death,
The shape of our unborn divinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis self is the true
\norigin of all sweetness experienced by man, it is the source of
\nlife-honey, the madhu that leavens all existence. It is an undimmed
\nlustre, bh\u00c4\u0081, that shines for ever behind all the multiple
\nobscurities that veil it in front and around. This light is the
\nindividual delegate of the Light of Lights, jyoti\u00c8\u0099\u00c4\u0081mjyotih. In this
\nself lies the source of the delight of existence, the Ananda that
\nkeeps all creation moving and growing. This self does not die with
\nthe death of the body that encases it; behind and. through the
\nprocess of life that is death, it goes on unrolling itself, affirming
\nits immortality of consciousness across all vicissitudes of formative
\nexistence. The divinity that seeks to express itself through the
\nindividual formation that is man shapes itself as the self at the
\ncore of his being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Ourself
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nguards for us our fate in depths within
Where sleeps the eternal
\nseed of transient things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach individual comes to
\nlife with a load, of destiny, a definite purpose chosen by the soul
\nto be worked out in that embodiment. This will governs from within
\nthe developments in life, influences the circumstances and urges all
\nmovements in the direction chosen by it. This determination which
\ndecides the course of life and fulfils itself through all its
\nvicissitudes proceeds from the depths of the being, the soul-level,
\nand is normally veiled from the surface awareness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Key<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\nwe bear in us a magic key
Concealed in life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hermetic
\nenvelope. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEvery life is a conundrum.
\nThe problems and struggles that beset the existence of man are
\nbewildering in their profusion and he is at a loss to understand
\ntheir course, much, less to find a way out. But all the while, the
\nkey to unlock this riddle of life set in circumstances of
\ncontradiction lies within himself, concealed in the depths of his
\nbeing, behind all the convolutions of his physical, vital and mental
\nnature. The soul at the centre of the being holds the key to life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Witness<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nburning witness in the sanctuary
Regards through Time and the
\nblind walls of Form;
A timeless Light is in his hidden eyes;
He
\nsees the secret things no words can speak
And knows the goal of
\nthe unconscious world
And the heart of the mystery of the
\njourneying years. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind all
\nmovement\u00e2\u0080\u0094individual and universal\u00e2\u0080\u0094there is an unmoved Witness
\nthat regards everything that takes place in this field of Time and
\nSpace. This regard is conscious, luminous with a knowledge that no
\nveil can obscure. It knows the burthen of the movement, the direction
\nin which it is set to work and the goal towards which all is led. It
\nis this regarding consciousness within -prajn\u00c4\u0081- that compels in the
\nact of its look each form and movement to conform to the truth with
\nwhich it is charged in its journey.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Screened<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nall is screened, subliminal, mystical;
It needs the intuitive
\nheart, the inward turn,
It needs the power of a spiritual gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe true significance of
\nthings lies behind their surface. The meaning, direction and goal of
\nthe world-movement are not patent to the normal sense-led eye. These
\ntruths are beyond the range of the waking mind and escape the grasp
\nof logical reason. They reveal themselves to those who turn their
\nconsciousness inward, withholding it from its usual extrovert
\nmovement, and seek to know. These truths can only be intuited in the
\nheart, not reasoned out in the mind. The veils that cover them can be
\npenetrated only by the power of the spiritual eye, not by the
\nsuperficial searchings of physical sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dubious
\nCourse<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…to
\nour waking mind\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small moment look
A goalless voyage seems our
\ndubious course
Some Chance has settled or hazarded some Will,
Or
\na Necessity without aim or cause
Unwillingly compelled to emerge
\nand be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRegarded by the fragment of
\nconsciosuness that is the waking mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094a regard that is always
\nlimited to the time-moment before it\u00e2\u0080\u0094the world-movement seems to be
\ndevoid of purpose or direction. The movement seems to have been
\ninitiated by some freak Chance in the cosmos or thrown up by some
\nWill or compelled by some blind Necessity in Nature to come into
\noperation. All seems an involuntary, mechanical movement without any
\nsignificance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dense
\nField<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis dense field where nothing is plain or sure,
Our very being
\nseems to us questionable,
Our life a vague experiment, the soul
\n
A flickering light in a strange ignorant world,
The earth a
\nbrute mechanic accident,
A net of death in which by chance we
\nlive. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo a superficial and
\nlimited view of the mind, the whole world-movement appears to be
\nobscure without anything certain or clear about its process or aim.
\nAll is tentative; even one’s own existence seems to be so precarious
\nas to raise doubts about the fact of its being alive. Life appears to
\nbe little more than an experiment and the soul a feeble light that
\ncomes into being in a hostile dark world with the birth of the body
\nand gets extinguished with its dissolution. The earth looks like an
\naccident that has somehow come to be, a mechanism without any
\nconsciousness of its own, a field of obscurity and determinism where
\ndeath is the rule and life an exception.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unknown
\nto Unknown<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwe have learned appears a doubtful guess,
The achievement done a
\npassage or a phase
Whose further end is hidden from our sight,
A
\nchance happening or a fortuitous fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of the unknown we move
\nto the unknown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere does not seem to be
\ncertainty about anything in this world. What is acquired and
\ncherished as definite knowledge at one stage comes to be shaken by
\nsubsequent developments and all that one learns passes under the
\nshadow of doubt. So, too, things that are done in the field of
\nexecution have no finality about them; they prove to be no more than
\nmilestones in transition from one phase to another in a journey whose
\nend is ever veiled from the human eye. All appears to be a play of
\nchance or of some incalculable fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNone knows the origin of
\nthis world-movement, from where and when it has commenced; neither
\ndoes one know where all this is leading to. There is only an
\nuncertain knowledge of the present that has come to be on the surge
\nof an unknown past and which is fast merging into a future beyond
\nhuman ken.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unsolved<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver
\nsurround our brief existence here
Grey shadows of unanswered
\nquestionings;
The dark Inconscient\u00e2\u0080\u0099s signless mysteries
Stand
\nup unsolved behind Fate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s starting line; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHuman life is constantly
\npursued by a big question mark. Whence has it come? What for? Where
\ndoes it end? These and many allied questionings that confront the
\nmind are never answered to satisfaction. There is always a cloud of
\ndoubt overhanging the explanations attempted by the limited
\nintelligence. Furthermore, at the very start of the life-movement
\nthere is the obscurity of the Inconscient casting its ominous shadow
\nover all existence that emerges from its dense mass, defying all
\nprobings to unravel its pregnant mysteries.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Aspiration
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\naspiration in the Night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s profound,
Seed of a perishing body
\nand half-lit mind,
Uplifts its lonely tongue of conscious fire
\n
Towards an undying Light for ever lost. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd yet in the depths of
\nthe inconscient darknesses there burns a light, a flame of
\nconsciousness which aspires to grow and reach out to the parent Light
\nof the Supreme Consciousness from which it is derived. For the Divine
\nConsciousness, which descended from its supernal heights to manifest
\nitself in Creation, underwent a progressive densification in its
\ndescent until at the nadir of its involution it well nigh lost itself
\nin an apparent self-denial. All became non-sentience, inconscient.
\nBut in the bosom of this inconscience, a ray of the inextinguishable
\nLight remained and that burns for ever. That is the source of all
\nupward movement. It seeks to grow and urges all movements in the
\ndirection chosen by it. This determination which decides the course
\nof life and fulfils itself through all its vicissitudes proceeds from
\nthe depths of the being, the soul-level, and is normally veiled from
\nthe surface awareness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Key<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\nwe bear in us a magic key
Concealed in life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hermetic
\nenvelope. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEvery life is a conundrum.
\nThe problems and struggles that beset the existence of man are
\nbewildering in their profusion and he is at a loss to understand
\ntheir course, much, less to find a way out. But all the while, the
\nkey to unlock this riddle of life set in circumstances of
\ncontradiction lies within himself, concealed in the depths of his
\nbeing, behind all the convolutions of his physical, vital and mental
\nnature. The soul at the centre of the being holds the key to life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Witness<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nburning witness in the sanctuary
Regards through Time and the
\nblind walls of Form;
A timeless Light is in his hidden eyes;
He
\nsees the secret things no words can speak
And knows the goal of
\nthe unconscious world
And the heart of the mystery of the
\njourneying years. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind all
\nmovement\u00e2\u0080\u0094individual and universal\u00e2\u0080\u0094there is an unmoved Witness
\nthat regards everything that takes place in this field of Time and
\nSpace. This regard is conscious, luminous with a knowledge that no
\nveil can obscure. It knows the burthen of the movement, the direction
\nin which it is set to work and the goal towards which all is led. It
\nis this regarding consciousness within -prajn\u00c4\u0081- that compels in the
\nact of its look each form and movement to conform to the truth with
\nwhich it is charged in its journey.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Screened<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nall is screened, subliminal, mystical;
It needs the intuitive
\nheart, the inward turn,
It needs the power of a spiritual gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe true significance of
\nthings lies behind their surface. The meaning, direction and goal of
\nthe world-movement are not patent to the normal sense-led eye. These
\ntruths are beyond the range of the waking mind and escape the grasp
\nof logical reason. They reveal themselves to those who turn their
\nconsciousness inward, withholding it from its usual extrovert
\nmovement, and seek to know. These truths can only be intuited in the
\nheart, not reasoned out in the mind. The veils that cover them can be
\npenetrated only by the power of the spiritual eye, not by the
\nsuperficial searchings of physical sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dubious
\nCourse<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…to
\nour waking mind\u00e2\u0080\u0099s small moment look
A goalless voyage seems our
\ndubious course
Some Chance has settled or hazarded some Will,
Or
\na Necessity without aim or cause
Unwillingly compelled to emerge
\nand be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRegarded by the fragment of
\nconsciosuness that is the waking mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094a regard that is always
\nlimited to the time-moment before it\u00e2\u0080\u0094the world-movement seems to be
\ndevoid of purpose or direction. The movement seems to have been
\ninitiated by some freak Chance in the cosmos or thrown up by some
\nWill or compelled by some blind Necessity in Nature to come into
\noperation. All seems an involuntary, mechanical movement without any
\nsignificance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dense
\nField<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis dense field where nothing is plain or sure,
Our very being
\nseems to us questionable,
Our life a vague experiment, the soul
\n
A flickering light in a strange ignorant world,
The earth a
\nbrute mechanic accident,
A net of death in which by chance we
\nlive. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo a superficial and
\nlimited view of the mind, the whole world-movement appears to be
\nobscure without anything certain or clear about its process or aim.
\nAll is tentative; even one’s own existence seems to be so precarious
\nas to raise doubts about the fact of its being alive. Life appears to
\nbe little more than an experiment and the soul a feeble light that
\ncomes into being in a hostile dark world with the birth of the body
\nand gets extinguished with its dissolution. The earth looks like an
\naccident that has somehow come to be, a mechanism without any
\nconsciousness of its own, a field of obscurity and determinism where
\ndeath is the rule and life an exception.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unknown
\nto Unknown<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwe have learned appears a doubtful guess,
The achievement done a
\npassage or a phase
Whose further end is hidden from our sight,
A
\nchance happening or a fortuitous fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of the unknown we move
\nto the unknown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere does not seem to be
\ncertainty about anything in this world. What is acquired and
\ncherished as definite knowledge at one stage comes to be shaken by
\nsubsequent developments and all that one learns passes under the
\nshadow of doubt. So, too, things that are done in the field of
\nexecution have no finality about them; they prove to be no more than
\nmilestones in transition from one phase to another in a journey whose
\nend is ever veiled from the human eye. All appears to be a play of
\nchance or of some incalculable fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNone knows the origin of
\nthis world-movement, from where and when it has commenced; neither
\ndoes one know where all this is leading to. There is only an
\nuncertain knowledge of the present that has come to be on the surge
\nof an unknown past and which is fast merging into a future beyond
\nhuman ken.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unsolved<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver
\nsurround our brief existence here
Grey shadows of unanswered
\nquestionings;
The dark Inconscient\u00e2\u0080\u0099s signless mysteries
Stand
\nup unsolved behind Fate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s starting line; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHuman life is constantly
\npursued by a big question mark. Whence has it come? What for? Where
\ndoes it end? These and many allied questionings that confront the
\nmind are never answered to satisfaction. There is always a cloud of
\ndoubt overhanging the explanations attempted by the limited
\nintelligence. Furthermore, at the very start of the life-movement
\nthere is the obscurity of the Inconscient casting its ominous shadow
\nover all existence that emerges from its dense mass, defying all
\nprobings to unravel its pregnant mysteries.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Aspiration
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\naspiration in the Night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s profound,
Seed of a perishing body
\nand half-lit mind,
Uplifts its lonely tongue of conscious fire
\n
Towards an undying Light for ever lost. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd yet in the depths of
\nthe inconscient darknesses there burns a light, a flame of
\nconsciousness which aspires to grow and reach out to the parent Light
\nof the Supreme Consciousness from which it is derived. For the Divine
\nConsciousness, which descended from its supernal heights to manifest
\nitself in Creation, underwent a progressive densification in its
\ndescent until at the nadir of its involution it well nigh lost itself
\nin an apparent self-denial. All became non-sentience, inconscient.
\nBut in the bosom of this inconscience, a ray of the inextinguishable
\nLight remained and that burns for ever. That is the source of all
\nupward movement. It seeks to grow and urges all from below to open
\nand grow upward. The physical body, the life-force, the mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094however
\ntransitory they may appear to be\u00e2\u0080\u0094are all formations that are put
\nout by a cosmic movement that has this ray of light, this tongue of
\nFire, in its womb ever pressing for larger and larger expression.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Aspiration
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\nit hears, sole echo of its call,
The dim reply in man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nunknowing heart
And meets, not understanding why it came
Or
\nfor what reason is the suffering here,
God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sanction to the
\nparadox of life
And the riddle of the Immortal\u00e2\u0080\u0099s birth in Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis aspiration prodding
\nfrom below the inconscient depths finds articulate expression in the
\nheart of man. Man is the only creature on earth who consciously
\naspires to grow and embodies the earth’s aspiration for evolutionary
\nprogression. Man may not know the full significance of the labour in
\nwhich he is involved, but he responds to the urge in Nature to move
\nforward. This insistent and unsatisfied call from below is responded
\nto, as it were, by the sanction of the Supreme from above to this
\nvast game of life which abounds in challenging contradictions like
\nthe Eternal manifesting in Time, the Immortal assuming the mask of
\nDeath. And thus, though it is not aware of the cause or the process
\nof the Movement, the aspiration forms one end of it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlong
\na path of aeons serpentine
In the coiled blackness of her
\nnescient course
The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth is not just a
\nlifeless formation of Matter. She is an entity with a consciousness
\nof her own, a conscient Form of the Spirit, providing a field for the
\nmanifestation of the Divine’s Will that she carries in her womb as
\nthe seed of Evolution. The course taken by the Earth-Spirit to work
\nout and embody the evolution of the Truth within is slow, uneven and
\ndifficult because of the conditions of inconscience, obscurity and
\ninertia in which the movement initially takes place and for long has
\nto proceed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nBeing is in her whom she hopes to know,
A Word speaks to her
\nheart she cannot hear,
A Fate compels whose form she cannot see. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth entity is
\nensouled by a Being that is yet concealed within her depths and can
\nbe known only as it reveals itself in the course of its
\nmanifestation. The Earth has a heart that houses her soul; but she
\nhas still to develop her powers of subtle audition which can listen
\nto that soul. So too she has yet to develop a vision that can
\nperceive the lines of the Truth with which she is loaded, as they
\nemerge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth carries in
\nherself the Being who manifests in her, the Truth that is being
\nexpressed and also the Will that works it out, though the means for
\nthis manifestation are not yet fully evolved.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher unconscious orbit through the Void
Out of her mindless depths
\nshe strives to rise,
A perilous life her gain, a struggling joy; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe first rounds of the
\nEarth-movement in evolution are wholly unconscious, mechanical,
\nrepetitive, in an environment that is blank, devoid of any overt
\nIntelligence. She spins through the gulfs of the inconscient and
\ntries to rise upward in the scale of Existence. Her first capital
\ngain in this effort is the outbreak of life in her bosom, a joy of
\nlife that she has to struggle to guard and hold in its precarious
\nexistence against all that seeks to engulf and extinguish it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nThought that can conceive but hardly knows
Arises slowly in her
\nand creates
The idea, the speech that labels more than it lights;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfter the birth of Life
\nfrom her womb, the Earth delivers of her labours the Mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094a still
\nhigher power of consciousness formulated in the faculty of thinking,
\ncognition. This faculty of thought tries to grasp, to understand, but
\ncannot come to know the truth of things. It creates a mental
\nconception, an idea-form of the truths that it seeks for. It goes on
\nto formulate words expressive of its ideation, words that really do
\nnot deliver the contents but only describe them from the outside.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntrembling gladness that is less than bliss
Invades from all this
\nbeauty that must die. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith all her struggles,
\nfalterings, and disappointments, the Earth pushes on. For she
\nbreathes an air of felicity, however thin and fugitive; there is a
\nflow of universal joy from the life-movement and its workings which
\nsteps up the endeavour. The joy may be tenuous, the formations of
\nharmony, beauty power and the life which promote this gladness may be
\nimpermanent inasmuch as they have constantly to yield place to more
\nand more meaningful manifestations. But there is always a joy of life
\nwhich sustains <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlarmed
\nby the sorrow dragging at her feet
And conscious of the high
\nthings not yet won,
Ever she nurses in her sleepless breast
An
\ninward urge that takes from her rest and peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth-movement is
\nweighed down by inertia at its base. The obscurity and thick density
\nof its inconscient layers constantly pull it back. The
\nunconsciousness that pervades below is felt as an ache. But Earth is
\nnot discouraged, she does not resign herself to the state of
\nimmobility that drags from below. Something in her is aware of the
\ndirection and goal of the movement and keeps up her effort to forge
\nahead. Her aspiration is a force that does not rest till its
\nobjectives are reached. The Earth is alive with this motive-force
\nfrom within and knows no rest till her purpose is achieved.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(VII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIgnorant
\nand weary and invincible
She seeks through the soul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s war and
\nquivering pain
The pure perfection her marred nature needs,
A
\nbreath of Godhead on her stone and mire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat then is the objective
\nof the Earth-movement? Though she is enveloped by a primeval
\nIgnorance, handicapped by limitations on her force of effectuation,
\nEarth does not give up her effort. She exerts herself and through a
\nprocess of struggle and imposition of her inner will on the play of
\nforces in the universe, she seeks to win for her imperfect creations
\nthe perfection of the Divine Being who is her objective. The
\nEarth-soul puts out its will in order to make its embodying Nature
\nwhole and perfect in the mould of the creative Divine at the head of
\nthe universal movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(VIII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nfaith she craves that can survive defeat,
The sureness of a love
\nthat knows not death,
The radiance of a truth for ever sure. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth-being seeks to
\nperfect its means for attaining its difficult objective. She tries to
\nbuild up faith, a strong faith in her destiny which is not
\ndiscouraged by the vicissitudes of the upward struggle. A faith of
\nthis kind that is not weakened by adverse happenings on the path is
\nitself a power that ensures success and the Earth-Mother strives to
\nimplant that faith in her creatures Similarly, she seeks to develop
\nthe power of love, love that is self-existent, not dependent on
\nexternal circumstances. For a love that is so dependent can only last
\nas long as it is fed from the outside. The love that the Earth-Mother
\naims at is the love based on the rock of the Self, love that is sure
\nof its steps, love that unites and leads all to the source of Love –
\nthe Divine. Furthermore, the Earth-being feels out for a Truth that
\nis certain, a Truth that lights up the way with its shadowless
\nradiance. Many are the partial truths and half-truths that spring to
\nlife and claim her allegiance, but they prove to be limited and are
\ndiscarded. What the Earth-being searches for is a total Truth whose
\nrays of lustre are never dimmed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(IX)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlight grows in her, she assumes a voice,
Her state she learns to
\nread and the act she has done,
But the one needed truth eludes
\nher grasp,
Herself and all of which she is the sign. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSlowly, consciousness
\nawakes in the Earth-being and she begins to become aware of things –
\nboth subjectively and objectively. She is able to divine her own
\nstates of being and follow the lines of her active energies –
\nenergies that seem to act mechanically, without any overt
\nintelligence guiding them. She is able to articulate in an increasing
\nmanner the will that is instinct in her. But she is yet unable to
\ngrasp the full significance of her own existence and that of the
\nuniverse of which she is a significant centre. For the earth holds
\nthe key to the riddle of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(X)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\ninarticulate whisper drives her steps
Of which she feels the
\nforce but not the sense; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough the Earth-being is
\nnot fully self-aware yet, she feels some vague impulsion from within
\nthat guides her course. She has no means of knowing the significance
\nof that prompting though she experiences the self-effectuating power
\nthat is released into action by it. The meaning reveals itself as the
\nconsciousness in her being grows in the evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(XI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA few
\nrare intimations come as guides,
Immense divining flashes cleave
\nher brain,
And sometimes in her hours of dream and muse
The
\ntruth that she has missed looks out on her
As if far off and yet
\nwithin her soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVague promptings are the
\ngeneral feature as long as the Earth-being is still to develop a
\nconsciousness that is overtly self-aware. But there are high moments
\nwhen the guiding intimations break upon her in revealing luminosity.
\nThey light up large tracts of the course ahead and make their own
\nmeaning clear to the Earth-mind. And it is during such peak hours of
\ncontemplation that the Earth-being senses the Truth for which she has
\nbeen seeking; she feels herself in the presence of that Truth which
\nappears to be both outside and inside of her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(XII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nchange comes near that flees from her surmise
And, ever
\npostponed, compels attempt and hope,
Yet seems too great for
\nmortal hope to dare. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow and again the
\nEarth-evolution seems to be on the verge of a new development, but
\nthings fall back at the crucial moment and once again the seemingly
\nold rounds have got to be done once again before conditions are ready
\nfor another attempt. The evolutionary movement tries to seize every
\nopportunity to forge ahead, but is thrown back where the preparation
\nis not complete. But development and change are inevitable and that
\nis why the hope and with it the attempt is ever renewed in spite of
\nrepeated failures and disappointments.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\n(XIII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nvision meets her of supernal Powers
That draw her as if mighty
\nkinsmen lost
Approaching with estranged great luminous gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nis she moved to all that she is not
And stretches arms to what
\nwas never hers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth is not left alone
\nto fight her battle. There are great cosmic Powers who are charged by
\nthe creative Divine with the furtherance of the Manifestation and
\nthey are always active, beckoning to the Earth-Spirit to rise up.
\nThey are endowed with celestial puissances of Strength, Knowledge
\nDelight and there is a kinship between them and the aspiring
\nEarth\u00e2\u0080\u0094all being formulations of the one supreme Divinity\u00e2\u0080\u0094and when
\nthey come nearer, the Earth is moved to soar up to the heights nearer
\ntheirs. They exercise a powerful pull with their advent into the
\nearth-atmosphere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\nPrays (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOutstretching
\narms to the unconscious Void,
Passionate she prays to invisible
\nforms of Gods
Soliciting from dumb Fate and toiling Time
What
\nmost she needs, what most exceeds her scope, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth feels a void
\naround her and, unable to sense the consciousness vibrating there,
\nshe stretches out her arms in an invocatory movement. She feels the
\npresence of helpful Gods, though she does not always see them in the
\nabsence of a developed sight that can grasp their forms, and she
\nprays to them with fervor for the powers that she lacks.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe is aware of a
\ndetermining Will and an effectuating Process that unrolls itself in
\nterms of Time and seeks from them what she is most in need of but
\nwhat lies beyond her extent range.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\nPrays (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nMind unvisited by illusion\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gleams,
A Will expressive of
\nsoul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deity,
A Strength not forced to stumble by its speed,
A
\nJoy that drags not sorrow as its shade. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth-being has indeed
\na sort of a mind, but the mind is severely limited in its capacities.
\nRooted in ignorance, it is misled by every streak of brightness and
\nleaps at it as the truth, it mistakes false lights for true ones. The
\nEarth struggles to develop, and prays to the Spirit for a Mind that
\nis not thus subject to error.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer will is vitiated by
\ninterferences of many kinds\u00e2\u0080\u0094life-impulsions, forces of desire
\netc.\u00e2\u0080\u0094and functions largely as an instrument of her nether
\nimpulsions. She prays for a Will that serves only the soul within,
\nprojects only the choice of the inner being that is divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSimilarly the strength that
\nshe has developed is still unsteady, unable to withstand the shock of
\nthe battling forces that build up the, evolution; it tends to
\nflounder whenever it seeks to exceed itself. Her joy too is always
\nfollowed on its heels by sorrow. It cannot last long partly because
\nthe base to support it is not strong enough and there is an
\nexhaustion and a reaction. The Earth-being struggles to develop a
\nStrength that is firm and powerful, a joy that sustains itself
\nwithout being overcome by its opposite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nClaim (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthese she yearns and feels them destined hers:
Heaven\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nprivilege she claims as her own right. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth seeks for what
\nare natural possessions of the Heavens: Mind lit by Truth, Will
\nundeviating, Strength undeflecting, Joy undiminishing. She aspires
\nfor them because there is a faith in her that they are to be hers.
\nShe has only to work for them through evolutionary struggle and
\ndevelopment and in the fullness of time they will be her rightful
\npossessions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nClaim (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nJust
\nis her claim the all-witnessing Gods approve,
Clear in a greater
\nlight than reason owns:
Our intuitions are its title-deeds;
Our
\nsouls accept what our blind thoughts refuse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe claim of Earth for an
\ninfallible Mind, a Truth-Will, an unconquerable Strength and an
\neternal Joy has the sanction of the Gods, the cosmic Powers governing
\nthe universal movement. The objectives may appear to be unrealisable
\nto the logical reason of the thinking mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094But to a larger
\nconsciousness they are seen to be perfectly practical, The intimate
\nglimpses that are vouchsafed to man\u00e2\u0080\u0094son of Earth\u00e2\u0080\u0094confirm that
\nthese Verities are within the reach of the Earth, in fact they belong
\nto her and are only waiting to be reclaimed by her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe mind of man acting
\nbehind the veils of ignorance may deny credence to these
\npossibilities, but the soul within him is certain of their inevitable
\nmanifestation on earth and sustains her claim on them. The soul is
\nalways a surer guide than the mind for it is ever in contact with the
\ndivine Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Chimeras<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nwinged chimeras are Truth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s steeds in Heaven,
The impossible
\nGod\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sign of things to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat the Earth-being
\nconceives as possible is a reflection of a truth in the higher
\nregions of existence preparing to manifest in the universe. It is
\nbecause certain possibilities in the creative Truth take a definite
\ncourse in the subtler domains towards their realisation n the field
\nof evolution here that the Earth is moved to prepare the ground for
\nthem by the processing Faculties of dream, imagination and thought.
\nThings may appear to be impossible of achievement; but the very fact
\nthat the human imagination or thought dwells upon them again and
\nagain is a sure sign that what is considered not possible is on its
\nway to realisation. The appearance of an impossibility on the horizon
\nof man acts as a challenge to his concealed spirit which Springs into
\naction to render the impossible possible, thereby functioning as an
\neffective instrumentation for the higher Will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Hedge
\nof Sense<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nfew can look beyond the present state
Or overleap this matted
\nhedge of sense. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor most it is the present
\nthat is all that matters. They are so much occupied with fulfilling
\nthe immediate demands and desires of their life that they neither
\nlook back to the past that has made their present what it is and
\nlearn the lesson, nor do they look ahead to the future that lies
\nbefore them, – the future that can give a perspective for the proper
\nand fit utilisation of the present. Lost in the fleeting present they
\nfail to prepare themselves for the future that beckons.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven of the present they
\nare not aware in a full measure. For man normally looks at things
\nand. takes his experience through the physical senses which have,
\nafter all, a limited range and there too their action is constantly
\nvitiated by desire, ego and ignorance. The senses, as has been said,
\nare liars. They are inadequate as instruments. And yet they form, as
\nit were, a fence around the being of man enclosing it in their
\nhabitual limitations. Only those who make a conscious effort to
\ntranscend the workings of these senses can enter into a wider
\nexistence; and they are few.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Illimitable
\nPlan<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthat transpires on earth and all beyond
Are parts of an
\nillimitable plan
The One keeps in his heart and knows alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis creation is of one
\npiece. The various constituting planes of existence [1] and. their
\nworlds are not disparate units unconnected with one another, but are
\nparts of one whole, inter-connected, inter-communing. All are the
\nworkings of the one Truth in manifestation whose entire process is
\nbeyond the understanding of the human mind but is fully pre-visioned
\nand held in seed-form in the creative Real-Idea, the Self-Existent
\nwho orders objects according to their truth-nature from years
\nsempitemal. Ail is governed by the one Law which unfolds the One
\ndivine Truth in becoming.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n[1] Planes of Matter, Life,
\nMind, Supermind, absolute Bliss, Consciousness and Existence, with
\nthe worlds that are formed on these different planes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Seed
\nWithin<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\noutward happenings have their seed within,
And even this random
\nFate that imitates Chance,
This mass of unintelligible results,
\n
Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
The laws of
\nthe Unknown create the known. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe way that things happen
\nin this world is often most bewildering. Things do not at all seem to
\nbe governed by any understandable Law. Often the very reverse of what
\nwe would expect according . to the canons of Law and Order takes
\nplace, leading one to believe that all is the work of a haphazard
\nChance and it is vain to look for some basis of order in life. This,
\nhowever, is only an appearance. The key to the truth of things lies
\nwithin; the outer is always determined by the inner. The
\nlife-movement of every being, the working of every force is
\nultimately governed by the truth that seeks to manifest in that form
\nor movement. In the process of the working out of this truth\u00e2\u0080\u0094not
\nvisible to the outer eye\u00e2\u0080\u0094many possibilities may intervene and give
\nthe appearance of a meandering course, but in the long run, the will
\nof the soul within prevails. All that takes place is realised to be
\nthe result of inner impulsions which follow the order of the
\nmanifesting truths.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Events<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nevents that shape the appearance of our lives
Are a cipher of
\nsubliminal quiverings
Which rarely we surprise or vaguely feel,
\n
Are an outcome of suppressed realities
That hardly rise into
\nmaterial day:
They are born from the spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sun of hidden
\npowers
Digging a tunnel through emergency. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen are normally conscious
\nonly of movements on the surface level of their being. But there are
\nranges of being, larger and deeper, of which they are hardly aware –
\nat most they may feel them vaguely – and yet it is the movements in
\nthese parts that really determine the shape of their lives. All that
\nhappens in life gives a clue to the willings and drives that
\noriginate on these subliminal levels of the being. The outer measures
\nthe inner, says the Upanishad.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMany of the impulsions that
\nseethe in the subliminal parts of the being cannot get across the
\nbarriers of inertia and mechanical routine into the outer parts and
\nfind expression in life. Pushed by the will of the soul within, they
\nwork unseen, create tense situations, break through in moments of
\ncrises and effectuate themselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Casual
\nDeed<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…who
\nshall pierce into the cryptic gulf
And learn what deep necessity
\nof the soul
Determined casual deed and consequence? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a big gulf between
\nthe surface awareness in which man normally lives and the deeper
\nranges of the subliminal being whence events in his life are
\ndetermined. What happens may at times appear to be accidental,
\nwithout any definable cause. But as a rule there are no such chance
\nhappenings in the economy of Providence. Deep in the being of man
\nthere is the central soul which determines what experience it shall
\nhave through its instruments of mind, life and body and this
\nimperative is ultimately found to be at the back of all experiences
\nin life. What the soul needs and demands for its evolution works
\nitself out through all instrumentations. One has to learn to delve
\ninto the depths of one’s being, reach the centre of the soul to
\nunderstand the true significance of events in one’s life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Hidden
\nCause<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsorbed
\nin a routine of daily acts,
Our eyes are fixed on an external
\nscene;
We hear the crash of the wheels of Circumstance
And
\nwonder at the hidden cause of things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe doors of the senses are
\nturned outward, says the Upanishad. Man is habitually extrovert in
\nhis consciousness and is preoccupied with the details of his
\nday-to-day external life. His eyes, his thought of his general
\nmovements are always turned to what goes on outside of him in the
\nworld around. When things take unexpected turns when precipitations
\ntake place beyond human calculations, there is surprise, dismay,
\nbewilderment at the turn of events and man begins to speculate on
\ntheir possible cause which is not apparent to the intelligence of the
\nhuman mind. The cause is always behind the veil of the external march
\nof events.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Foreknowledge
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n… a
\nforeseeing Knowledge might be ours,
If we could take our spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nstand within,
If we could hear the muffled daemon voice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe existing limits of
\nmental knowledge are not final. It is possible to extend the range of
\none’s knowledge and know beforehand what is still in the realm of the
\nfuture. For that it is necessary to shift one’s centre of
\nconsciousness from the surface, outward poise to a deeper stand
\nnearer the soul. New faculties come into action at that level of the
\nbeing and the area of one’s awareness expands. There is besides an
\ninner voice of the soul that can be heard when one listens to it in
\nthe inner chamber. Normally it is lost in the tumult of desires,
\nego-clamour and mental preferences; at times the cunning vital even
\nimitates this inner voice and misguides. But when the being is
\nsufficiently purified and the consciousness turned inwards, this
\nvoice of truth may be heard and acted upon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Foreknowledge
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nToo
\nseldom is the shadow of what must come
Cast in an instant on the
\nsecret sense
Which feels the shock of the invisible, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat takes place on this
\nearth is worked out first on the subtler planes of the cosmic
\nexistence. Things are decided above and then precipitated below. And
\nas this part of the process takes place on planes beyond the reach of
\nthe physical senses, men are not normally aware of what is going to
\nhappen. But there are some whose senstivity is more developed and
\nthey feel the impact of the subtler forces in the cosmos. These are
\nthe ones who get sudden intimations of the events in preparation,
\nTheir inner sense is open to the vibrations of the inner worlds and
\nat times the workings on those subtler planes are reflected in it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Foreknowledge
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nseldom in the few who answer give
The mighty process of the
\ncosmic Will
Communicates its image to our sight,
Identifying
\nthe world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind with ours. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot all, however, of those
\nto whom this prevision is extended respond to it in their
\nconsciousness and action. Either they do not take it seriously and
\ntreat it as part of imagination or they fail to follow it up. But to
\nthe few who receive the intimation in their being and mobilise their
\nenergies in that direction, the Will that is at work reveals its
\nbearings. For the moment, the individual mind that is chosen shares
\nwith the universal Mind the Knowledge and the Strength that flow to
\nit from the directing Will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Our
\nRange (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nrange is fixed within the crowded arc
Of what we observe and
\ntouch and thought can guess
And rarely dawns the light of the
\nUnknown
Waking in us the prophet and the seer. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe extent of man’s
\nawareness is confined to the range of his senses which dart upon the
\nobjects that ceaselessly come before them, contact them and report
\nback to his mind; it may be extended a little more by the faculties
\nof his mind viz. thought, imagination etc., but only a little more.
\nHis sight is shut up in this small segment of experience and is
\nclosed to what is outside it. The rays of the knowledge beyond this
\nlimited field which light up the front of the future that is coming,
\nget normally no entry in the domain of his active awareness. Only a
\nfew whose subtler faculties are awake are fortunate enough to receive
\nthis light which gives them a preview of the course of the future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Our
\nRange (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\noutward and the immediate are our field,
The dead past is our
\nbackground and support;
Mind keeps the soul prisoner, we are
\nslaves to our acts;
We cannot free our gaze to reach wisdom\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nsun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is preoccupied with the
\ndemands made upon him by his day-to-day life which is usually
\noriented externally, and mostly filled with interests of the moment.
\nHis movements and tendencies are largely governed by the drive of his
\npast activities. Essentially a mental being, man is led by his mind,
\nand his soul waits behind the veil of the mental-vital complex.
\nCarried by the force of his vital energies, man acts helplessly and
\nis involved in his doings. All told he is completely lost in external
\nactivity – most of it involuntary – and he is unable to turn his
\nsight upward to the liberating Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInheritor
\nof the brief animal mind,
Man, still a child in Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mighty
\nhands,
In the succession of the moments lives; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is a mental being, but
\nthe mind with which he is born is not yet developed in the full
\nsense. It still carries the rudimentary character of its nature when
\nit was first embodied in the animal. Man has to develop a self-aware
\nand self-effective mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan is still not a being
\nwho has come into his own. He is, for the most part, a creature in
\nthe movement of Nature, subject to the play of forces that
\nconstitutes a significant part of her process. He lives from moment
\nto moment in the flux of time, unable to draw consciously upon his
\npast, incapable of visioning and shaping his future. He is never
\ncertain of the next moment; his is a precarious existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo a
\nchanging present is his narrow right;
His memory stares back at a
\nphantom past,
The future flees before him as he moves;
He
\nsees imagined garments, not a face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe limited consciousness
\nof man has a limited vision, a limited range. He holds to the
\nimmediate present which is real to him by its urgency of demands on
\nhis energies, though even that little strip of time that is called
\nthe present, is not constant. It goes on changing, no two moments are
\nthe same. The past is no more real to him, however urgent it might
\nhave been when it was current; only memory carries impressions of
\nthis fast receding past. The future is like a horizon, it moves away
\neven as he advances towards it; for the moment he touches it, it
\nbecomes the present.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan is lost in the fleeting
\ncurrent of time. He can be sure of nothing. What man visions is not
\nthe truth of things but only their forms and he cannot be sure even
\nof these, for what he sees is often in terms of his own imagination.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmed
\nwith a limited precarious strength,
He saves his fruits of work
\nfrom adverse chance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan finds himself in a
\nworld that is hostile to him. From all sides, universal forces rush
\nupon him\u00e2\u0080\u0094directly or indirectly through individualised formations.
\nThe shock of these forces, physical, vital and mental, is constant
\nand his own being which has to front their impact represents only a
\nlimited concentration of force which eventually goes under. However,
\nas long as he lasts, he uses his little strength to guard his own
\nlife and its experiences from being completely engulfed by adverse
\nelements that bear the appearance of Chance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstruggling ignorance is his wisdom\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan has a certain
\ndiscriminative perception. But at every step this power is befogged
\nby his mind’s native ignorance which always creates confusion. This
\nignorance is in search of the truth of things but goes about it in
\nthe wrong way; it takes many a meandering course and almost always
\nquestions and distorts the deeper intimations that man receives from
\nhis being. The rays of wisdom from his soul are dimmed and refracted
\nby the opacities of the ubiquitous ignorance in which his surface
\nself is steeped.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nwaits to see the consequence of his acts,
He waits to weigh the
\ncertitude of his thoughts,
He knows not what he shall achieve or
\nwhen; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan acts under the
\ncompulsion of events or the impulsion of his own thoughts or desires,
\nbut he does not know and cannot foresee with any accuracy the results
\nof his actions. His faculties of knowledge are too limited for that
\npurpose. He has to wait on events to see the consequence of his
\nactions. Similarly, he receives thought-forces from his environment
\nand gives form to them; he allows the thinking activity of his mind
\nto shape thoughts; but he is not sure how far all these thoughts are
\ntrue. He has to wait for developments to confirm or contradict his
\nthoughts. Nor is man definite of his goal. How much of his objective
\nwill be achieved and when is a question that is ever in the
\nbackground of his mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nknows not whether at last he shall survive,
Or end like the
\nmastodon and the sloth
And perish from the earth where he was
\nking. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmong the many
\nuncertainties that plague the mind of man is one of the continuity of
\nhis species. There have been many creatures that were built up by
\nevolutionary Nature across the ages and later cast aside as useless
\nfor her purpose as they grew too huge or too slow-moving to serve her
\nends. What is the fate man is going to meet with in this cosmic
\nmovement? No doubt, at present, he represents the crown of
\nevolutionary labour and rules over a large domain of physical Nature
\nby virtue of his developed intelligence. But will his future
\ndevelopment be in consonance with the evolutionary purpose of Nature
\nor will it get out of harmony with it and run the risk of being
\ndiscarded? He does not know.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\n(VII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nignorant of the meaning of his life,
He is ignorant of his high
\nand splendid fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Ignorance in which man
\nis steeped is manysided; it affects each of his faculties in
\noperation. He is unable to see what is the real purpose of his life,
\nwhere all the complex movement in which he is involved is leading.
\nDoes it have a goal at all, does it have a real significance? His
\nmind cannot say with certitude; for each conclusion it arrives at
\nproves inadequate in the light of subsequent events. He is Dften
\ninclined to dismiss all ideas of a goal as illusory and tends to
\nregard the end of life in death. But there is a purpose in life.
\nThere is a glorious future awaiting man who treads the path laid down
\nby evolutionary [Nature, a path which, starting from its beginnings
\nin the apparent Nescience of Matter, is leading towards the heights
\nof the Spirit. Man is being developed by Nature in’ order that he may
\nembody and manifest this Spirit at the head of all Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Immortals<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\nthe Immortals on their deathless heights
Dwelling beyond the
\nwalls of Time and Space,
Masters of living, free from the bonds
\nof Thought,
Who are overseers of Fate and Chance and Will
And
\nexperts of the theorem of world-need,
Can see the Idea, the Might
\nthat change Time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s course,
Come maned with light from
\nundiscovered worlds, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey who can see the
\nmeaning, the goal and the course of life are beings other than the
\ncreatures who are involved and blinded in the world-movement. They
\nare the great Gods emanated by the Supreme Divine for purposes of His
\nself-manifestation; they exist and function in their own realms, sve
\ndame, high and beyond the domains of Time, Space, Death and the
\nconstricting Mind of man-They are not subject to the currents of the
\nlife- movement below, but direct it from above, watching the workings
\nof the Process through the constituent elements of fate, chance and
\nwill. They regard the development of creation and know at each step
\nits precise need and how to meet it. They know the Truth in the Idea
\nthat seeks to manifest and the Power of that Truth to effectuate
\nitself, changing if need be the course taken by the world-movement in
\nTime. For the course taken below may not always correspond to the
\ncourse envisaged due to the intervention of the intermediate forces
\nat play in the cosmos. Coming down to the actual field of action,
\naglow with the Light of the consciousness proper to the realms of its
\norigin – realms not accessible to man who has not yet developed the
\nnecessary states of consciousness to be able to contact and commune
\nwith them – they watch this power at work.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Superhuman
\nRider<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHear,
\nwhile the world toils on with its deep blind heart,
The galloping
\nhooves of the unforeseen event,
Bearing the superhuman rider,
\nnear
And, impassive to earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s din and startled cry,
Return
\nto the silence of the hills of God;
As lightning leaps, as
\nthunder sweeps, they pass
And leave their mark on the trampled
\nbreast of Life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe great Gods see behind
\nthe appearances, hear the occult reports of things about to
\nprecipitate themselves into the open. The world and its creatures are
\nlost in their mechanical labour. Suddenly there bursts on the scene
\nsome mighty apocalypse of Force, of Fury, that executes, in a trice,
\nits purpose of demolition and elimination of all resistance to the
\ncosmic Movement onwards, and before the peoples have recovered from
\nthe shock of the event, the Rider from Beyond, the Time-Purusha, has
\ngone back to the ineffable heights of the Creative Being. Only the
\neffects of the visit remain and work to further the progress of the
\nworld-movement on the intended lines.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Gods from on high are
\naware of the pre-parings of these mighty interventions and the course
\nthey pursue.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>World-Creators<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthe world the world-creators stand,
In the phenomenon see its
\nmystic source. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe powers that create and
\nfashion this world in accordance with the Truth with which they are
\ncharged, are not involved, lost in the world-movement. They stand
\nabove, governing, shaping, directing the growing world-complex. They
\nknow precisely what takes place and why. They are not misled by
\nappearances of phenomena; each event is seen by them as developing
\nfrom its veiled cause which they perceive undeceived by apparent
\nsequences on the surface.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Deceiving
\nOutward Play<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nheed not the deceiving outward play,
They turn not to the
\nmoment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s busy tramp,
But listen with the still patience of the
\nUnborn
For the slow footsteps of far Destiny
Approaching
\nthrough huge distances of Time,
Unmarked by the eye that sees
\neffect and cause,
Unheard mid the clamour of the human plane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe surface happenings are
\napt to mislead as to their causes and results. A vision confined to
\nthe crowded hour of the phenomenon cannot grasp the full significance
\nof the whole movement. Those that guide, the world-creators, do not
\nlet themselves be blinded by these local or temporary factors. They
\nare aware that there is a determining truth at the heart of things
\nand they tune themselves to it, undeflected in their attention by the
\nrush of forces that battle with each other to effectuate themselves,
\nimtired by the long time taken by the determinant to emerge from the
\ndepths of the manifesting Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unheard
\nSounds<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttentive
\nto an unseen Truth they seize
A sound as of invisible augur
\nwings,
Voices of an unplumbed significance,
Mutterings that
\nbrood in the core of Matter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe attention of these
\ncreators is always focussed behind the outward phenomena for they
\nknow that all is governed by factors that operate behind the veil, by
\nthe conditions of the truth that is emerging to manifest. Their ears
\nare turned to these inner domains and they are quick to hear the
\nleast movements of new advents; they are alert to the vibrations that
\ngather and steadily prepare to formulate themselves from below the
\ncrust of the inconscience of Matter. For even in what appears to be
\ndevoid of consciousness and movement, there goes on an action of the
\ncreative Force, incessant and purposive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Profound
\nAudition<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe heart\u00e2\u0080\u0099s profound audition they can catch
The murmurs lost
\nby life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s uncaring ear,
A prophet-speech in thought\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nomniscient trance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese subtle, meaningful
\nsounds are not caught by any one lost in the rushing movement of
\nlife-energies. They can be heard only in the silences of the heart
\nfrom where all disturbing movements of the mind and life-forces are
\nshut out. They can also be grasped on the peaks of the mind where
\nthought, freed from its involvements in the movements of the physical
\nsenses and the currents of life-energies, is gathered in a
\nconcentration that reflects an all-seeing knowledge from above; there
\nthe significant sounds arrange themselves in a pattern that
\nforeshadows what is to happen.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Bliss
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthe illusion of the hopes that pass,
Behind the appearance and
\nthe overt act,
Behind the clock-work chance and vague surmise,
\n
Amid the wrestle of force, the trampling feet,
Across the
\ntriumph, fighting and despair,
They watch the Bliss for which
\nearth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart has cried, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife in the world is full
\nof vicissitudes. Hopes are raised, many are dashed to pieces and even
\nthose that are fulfilled in some way prove to be illusory in their
\nresults. Things appear in one way, but in truth they are realised to
\nbe quite different. Actions that are visible often conceal subtler
\nactivities that lead to different results. If regularity and
\nprecision mark the life-movement in some respects, in others it is
\nindeterminacy that prevails. All over the world there is a clash of
\ninterests, war of forces, struggle to exist; victories are turned
\ninto defeats. But life continues its march in spite of all these.
\nThat is because behind, below and above this Movement there is a
\nDivine Bliss that pervades like ether, supports every step, every
\nbreath, and makes possible the existence and the evolution of the
\nworld-life. All creatures seek for this Bliss in life overtly, the
\nBliss that sustains all covertly.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Bliss
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe long road which cannot see its end
Winding undetected through
\nthe sceptic days
And to meet it guide the unheedful moving world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Bliss, this Delight of
\nExistence is the goal of all life-effort. The way to reach it may be
\nlong, chequered; it may seem to disappear altogether into the woods
\nof disappointments and griefs and give rise to the doubt whether
\nthere is such a goal of Joy \\ at all. But there is this destination
\nof Bliss and the Path that leads to it. The great Gods guide the
\nworld along this route however blind it may be in its steps.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Masked
\nTranscendent Mounts<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nwill the masked Transcendent mount his throne. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\ndarkness deepens strangling the earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s breast
And man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\ncorporeal mind is the only lamp,
As a thief\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in the night
\nshall be the covert tread
Of one who steps unseen into his house.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being who is
\nconcealed in the obscurities of Matter is slowly emerging and growing
\nbehind the veil; outwardly all is opaque, dense with Ignorance and
\nInertia and the severely limited physical mind of man the only
\nguiding light. And yet, the hidden divinity forges ahead, helped by
\nthe missioned Powers from above, and will not rest till it reaches
\nits rightful home, sve dame, in the intensities of Satchidananda.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\nGrowing Divine (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nVoice ill-heard shall speak, the soul obey,
A power into mind\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\ninner chamber steal,
A charm and sweetness open life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s closed
\ndoors
And beauty conquer the resisting world,
The truth-light
\ncapture Nature by surprise,
A stealth of God compel the heart to
\nbliss
And earth grow unexpectedly divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the concealed Divine
\nBeing grows into its own stature and establishes in the process a
\nbridge between the heights of the Spirit and the depths of Matter, a
\ncomplete change is bound to come over the earth-Nature. The command
\nfrom Above -little heard by the senses labouring under the load of
\nIgnorance at present – will secure the ascent of the soul; the
\nsubliminal regions of the mind will be slowly filled with an
\nirresistible power from on high dissolving the veils of Ignorance;
\nlife will be leavened with the honey flowing through the opened
\nchannels of the psychic being and a divine Beauty will replace all
\nugliness in the world. The Light of the manifesting Truth will dispel
\nall darkness of Ignorance and Falsehood and the Delight of the Divine
\nBeing will seep into the heart of mar melting it into its waves of
\nBliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuddenly the Earth-Nature
\nwill find itself transmuted into a divine Super-Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\nGrowing Divine (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nMatter shall be lit the spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s glow,
In body and body kindled
\nthe sacred birth;
Night shall awake to the anthem of the stars,
\n
The days become a happy pilgrim march,
Our will a force of
\nthe Eternal\u00e2\u0080\u0099s power,
And thought the rays of a spiritual sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this transformation of
\nthe Earth-Nature, Matter will cease to be divorced from the Spirit;
\non the other hand it will be animated by the living breath of the
\nSpirit, made bright with its lustre. Each form, each body will be
\nastir with the flame of the divine. Agni. All states of
\nunconsciousness will be lit with flashes of consciousness. Life will
\nbecome a continuous growth from height to height instead of being the
\nchequered course of ups and downs that it is. Man’s will, will be no
\nmore an impulsion of ignorant desire but a radiation of the
\nirresistible Power of the Divine; his thought no more an exercise of
\nignorance seeking for knowledge, but a steady outpouring of the Light
\nof the Sun of Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth
\nGrowing Divine (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA few
\nshall see what none yet understands;
God shall grow up while the
\nwise men talk and sleep;
For man shall not know the coming till
\nits hour
And belief shall be not till the work is done. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHuman mind, as it is,
\ncannot envisage this possibility. But at least a few of those that
\ndare and attempt will live to see this realisation of the agelong
\ndream of the divinisation of life. Men may pride themselves in their
\nsuperior learning and discount all possibility of change in Nature;
\nthey may argue and debate all through their lives letting precious
\ntime pass. But all the while the divine element in the creation goes
\non increasing behind the veil – behind in order to assure itself
\nfreedom of growth uninterrupted by the physical mind – till one day
\nthe Divine Spirit steps forward it plenary Manifestation. Only then
\nwill the sceptic believe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nconsciousness that knows not its own truth,
A vagrant hunter of
\nmisleading dawns,
Between the being\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dark and luminous ends
\n
Moves here in a half-light that seems the whole: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe consciousness that is
\nactive in the present stage A the evolution of the earth is that of
\nthe human mind. This mind is a half-developed faculty of the evolving
\nconsciousness and it is aware neither of its real origin nor of the
\nlimited nature of its characteristic function which is to perceive in
\nfragments and proceed from part to part, as if they were separate
\nwholes, in search of Knowledge. It mistakes twilights for real light
\nand pursues gleams and flashes in a vain bid to seize the denary
\nradiance of the Reality. Standing in the middle between its base in
\nthe Inconscience below and its summits in the Superconscience above,
\nthe mind is it best a half-light that claims to be entire, an
\ngnorance that pretends to be Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\ninterregnum in Reality
Cuts off the integral Thought, the total
\nPower; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe stage of this mental
\nconsciousness is really of the nature of an interval between the
\nspell of complete Inconscience at the beginning of things in this
\nmaterial universe and the reign of a free, completely manifest
\nconsciousness that is inevitably at the peak of this evolutionary
\ndevelopment. Because of its limited and limiting character, the mind
\ncuts up the integrality of the movement of Truth in Idea, in Thought,
\nand handles Knowledge piecemeal; similarly all Power gets fragmented
\nwhen touched by the mental or mind-governed instrument. Totality is
\nforeign to the outlook of the mental intelligence and everything that
\nit handles or expresses is weakened by its characteristic operation
\nof segmentation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\ncircles or stands in a vague interspace,
Doubtful of its
\nbeginning and its close,
Or runs upon a road that has no end; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mind turns round and
\nround itself; it cannot arrive at any definite Knowledge. The field
\nof its normal workings has neither the determination of Matter that
\nlies at its one end nor the certainty of the Spirit at the other; it
\nis yet an unformed and unshaped passage between, the two. In its
\nuncertain groupings, the mind is not sure of its foundation nor of
\nits goal; it doubts everything. By its very constitution, the mind,
\nas it is, is unable to fix upon certainties. It spends itself upon
\nthe road of Thought, led relentlessly along the path of its own
\nlimited logic, without reaching any destination.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFar
\nfrom the original Dusk, the final Flame
In some huge void
\nInconscience it lives,
Like a thought persisting in a wide
\nemptiness. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mental consciousness,
\nthough far from its obscure beginnings, is yet distant from the stage
\nof the luminous truth-consciousness it is intended to grow into. It
\nis still in the grip and domain of the Inconscience from which it has
\nemerged. It is like a little point of light that burns in an area of
\ndarkness and semi-darkness, like a purposeful thought that insists on
\ncontinuing amidst a barren expanse.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if
\nan unintelligible phrase
Suggested a million renderings to the
\nMind,
It lends a purport to the random world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the mind cannot
\nunderstand the meaning of a word or set of words, it begins to
\nconceive of many possible meanings in a haphazard way. Innumerable
\nideas float in the mind-stuff. Similarly the mind is unable to make
\nout the precise significance of this world-movement. Endless
\npossibilities present themselves. The mind runs with one possibility
\nat one moment and with another at the next. To it anything seems
\nplausible and each plausible is supported by it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nconjecture leaning upon doubtful proofs,
A message misunderstood,
\na thought confused
Missing its aim is all that it can speak
Or
\na fragment of the universal word. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat the mind expresses is
\nas unsatisfactory, inadequate and even wrong as what it conceives. It
\nconjectures upon the undependable data supplied by the senses or
\nbuilds upon imagination based on illegitimate extension of
\nexperience; it does receive messages from on high through faculties
\nlike inspiration, intuition etc. but it misunderstands them or
\nunderstands them only partially; similarly when a new idea sails into
\nits horizon, it mentalises it in haste and in the process often fails
\nto grasp its truth. And naturally when it proceeds to put into
\nexpression what it so faultily conceives, the result is none too
\nsatisfactory; at its best it is only a partial presentation of the
\ntruth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mind
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nleaves two giant letters void of sense
While without sanction
\nturns the middle sign
Carrying an enigmatic universe,
As if a
\npresent without future or past
Repeating the same revolution\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nwhirl
Turned on its axis in its own Inane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mind tends to concern
\nitself with the present constitution of the universe in Ignorance as
\nif it were all, self-existent, constant. It loses sight of the
\nbeginnings of the Creation in the Inconscient and its evolutionary
\ngoal\u00e2\u0080\u0094the Superconscient. It gazes only at the middle state that is,
\nin truth, a link between the two and derives its significance from
\nthe two; out of their living context, the universe is a puzzle. When
\nthe present alone is concentrated upon – as done by the mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094to the
\nexclusion of the past that has made it and the future that is formed
\nby it, it looks like a meaningless whirl without issue.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Meaning
\nof Creation (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nis the meaning of creation veiled;
For without context reads the
\ncosmic page:
Its signs stare at us like an unknown script,
As
\nif appeared screened by a foreign tongue
Or code of splendour
\nsigns without a key
A portion of a parable sublime. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis creation is a
\nsignificant part of the Divine Manifestation. But when it is seen
\nthrough the narrow and half-opened eyes of the human mind, its
\nmeaning is obscured. It is studied as if it were a whole, but in a
\nreality it is shorn of its background and total perspective. When so
\nlooked at, the creation is a bewildering complex the zig-zag patterns
\nof which appear striking and splendid to the eye but baffling to the
\nintelligence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Meaning
\nof Creation (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwears to the perishable creature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes
The grandeur of a
\nuseless miracle;
Wasting itself that it may last awhile,
A
\nriver that can never find its sea,
It runs through life and death
\non an edge of Time;
A fire in the Night is its mighty action\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nblaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo the human mind encased
\nin a body that is transitory and served by senses that are limited in
\ntheir scope, this creation with its pulsating life and articulate
\nconsciousness in the midst of a general obscurity and pervasive
\nDeath, appears to be a constant miracle though the meaning of its
\nexistence is not clear. There is an incessant flow of movement
\nthrough the vicissitudes of life and death, but what is the
\ndestination of this movement? Has it an end at all? It appears like a
\ntemporary outburst of fire in the midst of an oppressive Darkness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Deepest
\nNeed (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis our deepest need to join once more
What now is parted,
\nopposite and twain,
Remote in sovereign spheres that never meet
\n
Or fronting like far poles of Night and Day. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe two terms that
\nconstitute this Creation Soul and Nature, Spirit and Matter, are not
\ntwo opposites. They are two ends of the same Truth; the Spirit is the
\nInhabitant of Matter, Matter is the the robe of the Spirit. They are
\nboth poises of the same Reality though in the dynamics of the
\nManifestation they appear to be different and alien to each other
\nlike light and darkness. This separation of the two aspects by the
\nintervening Ignorance is the cause of all disharmony and conflict. To
\nrestore their unity is the key to the problem of existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Deepest
\nNeed (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWe
\nmust fill the immense lacuna we have made,
Re-wed the closed
\nfinite\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lonely consonant
With the open vowels of Infinity,
A
\nhyphen must connect Matter and Mind,
The narrow isthmus of the
\nascending soul: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan has shut himself within
\nthe formula of the finite and separated himself from the Infinite
\nwith which in truth he is one in his deepest being. He has to forge
\nin himself the link that unites the finite to the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd this he can only do by
\nbreaking the self-made walls of his ego and dissipating by Knowledge
\nthe veils of Ignorance which have separated in his consciousness the
\ntruth of Matter which constitutes his physical base from the truth of
\nthe Mind which makes him what he is. Both are in fact formulations of
\nthe one Consciousness that is manifesting in him, of the Soul that is
\ngrowing within him. This gulf between Matter and Mind must be bridged
\nfor the upward journey of the inner being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Deepest
\nNeed (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWe
\nmust renew the secret bond in things,
Our hearts recall the lost
\ndivine Idea,
Reconstitute the perfect word, unite
The Alpha
\nand the Omega in one sound;
Then shall the Spirit and Nature be
\nat one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a oneness that
\nholds together the Many in this Creation. The sense of this unity is
\nlost to the mind in ignorance. This truth of oneness must be
\nrecovered. The natural way to do it is-to concentrate in the depths
\nof the heart where the fact-of unity is more readily experienced than
\nin the mind. In the heart, man must dwell with the will to recover
\nthe divine-derived truth of oneness clothed in a conceptual form now
\nlost to the surface awareness. Thus shall creation\u00e2\u0080\u0094and all that
\nconstitutes it\u00e2\u0080\u0094be restored to its full integer in the unity of
\nNature and Spirit which are the two ends,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the beginning and the
\nfinale – the twin aspects of the same Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Two
\nEnds<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTwo
\nare the ends of the mysterious plan. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis whole Creation is not
\na product of chance nor a figment of a gigantic imagination. It is a
\ndeliberate creation. Basing it and governing it there is a Plan. That
\nPlan may not be intelligible to the incomplete mind of man, but to
\nthe deeper sense it reveals itself as a vision and a working out of a
\nsupreme Truth. Of this unfolding Plan, Matter from which all emerges
\ninto life is one end and Spirit towards which all moves is another.
\nEverything functions between these two terms. Matter and Spirit,
\nNature and Soul, Rayi and Pr\u00c4\u0081na.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nPotencies (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe wide signless ether of the Self,
In the unchanging Silence
\nwhite and nude,
Aloof, resplendent like gold dazzling suns
\n
Veiled by the Ray no mortal eye can bear,
The Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s free
\nand absolute potencies
Burn in the solitude of the thoughts of
\nGod. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove the workings of
\nNature characterised by incessant change of form, clashes of forces
\nand multitude of movements struggling to actualise several
\npossibilities, there is the immutable region of the Self which is
\ninfinite, illimitable, formless. There in the Silence of the Self the
\nnative Powers of the Spirit reign in absolute freedom, without having
\nto limit or veil themselves to suit the conditions of the
\nmanifestation as in the lower hemis-phere. They are like the
\nsplendours of the original Sun of Truth whose concealing overmental
\nlid, hiranmaya P\u00c4\u0081tra, is itself beyond the capacity of the normal
\nhuman eye to behold. These Powers are manifest in their fullness in
\nthe transcendences of the creative Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nPotencies (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nrapture and a radiance and a hush
Delivered from the approach of
\nwounded hearts,
Denied to the Idea that looks at grief,
Remote
\nfrom the Force that cries out in its pain,
In his inalienable
\nbliss they live. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese Powers of Light and
\nStrength, have their native habitation on the heights of the Spirit
\nthat abound in the causeless, natural Bliss of Ananda Brahman, the
\nDelight-Being. In the unspeakable Peace that reigns there, they are
\nbeyond the turmoil and the anguish of the lower worlds labouring in
\nIgnorance. They are inaccessible to the Mind that is turned towards
\nthe phenomenon of grief and sorrow; they are far above the evolving
\nForce in Nature that is subjected to unbearable blows of pain in its
\nstruggle to emerge out of the primitive belts of Inconscience and
\nIgnorance on Earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nPotencies (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmaculate
\nin self-knowledge and self-power,
Calm they repose on the eternal
\nWill. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese Powers are by no
\nmeans mere streams of the Infinite. They are individualised
\npersonalities of the Supreme with a distinctive consciousness and
\nForce. Deficient in neither, they are fully aware of the purpose for
\nwhich they are manifest, the truth they carry in themselves and the
\nprecise dynamism with which they are endowed to effectuate that
\ntruth. But they do not exercise any choice of their own. They ever
\nwait upon the will of the Supreme Creative Being and move according
\nto its impulsions. All serve the One Divine Will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nPotencies (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\nhis law they count and him obey;
They have no goal to reach, no
\naim to serve. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese Powers are emanations
\nof the Creative Being for purposes of the manifestation. They are
\ngoverne by the Truth-Will that bases the manifestation and they
\nfunction to serve this Will, the Truth in action, Ritam. They have no
\nindividual wills or desires of their own to fulfil. They are aware of
\nthe One Truth that actuates them and to participate in working it out
\non the lines laid by the Creator is all their object in existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\npotencies\u00e2\u0080\u0094their Duty (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImplacable
\nin their timeless purity,
All barter or bribe of worship they
\nrefuse; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo serve the Truth and its
\nLaw, Satyam, Ritam, is the only aim of these Powers; they are
\nnaturally pure and they ever adhere to the Law of their Being,
\ny\u00c4\u0081th\u00c4\u0081tathyatah. They cannot be diverted from this their sole
\nintention and no inducement – human or other – can move them to
\nchange or stray from their path. They may and do accept the
\nself-offering, the dedication of man and respond to it in the way of
\nthe truth that actuates, them; but all action that seeks its own
\nobject away from the governing Divine Will is rejected by them. Most
\nof the human worship of the Gods is of this kind: it aims at
\nindividual advancement in the way of ignorance and tries to obtain
\nthe assent of the higher Powers by a motivated laudation or worship
\nor sacrifice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\npotencies\u00e2\u0080\u0094their Purity (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnmoved
\nby cry of revolt and ignorant prayer
They reckon not our virtue
\nand our sin,
They bend not to the voices that implore,
They
\nhold no traffic with error and its reign: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Powers of the Creative
\nSpirit are not deflected from their high purpose by pleadings,
\nsupplications or even by the threats of challenge that follow the
\nnon-fulfilment of hopes in this world of ignorance. Claims of human
\nvirtue for special consideration at their hands are as irrelevant to
\nthem as the imprecations of the moralist on those that deviate from
\nman-made ethics. On no account do they permit any factors in the
\nlower worlds of ignorance in the shadow of error and falsehood to
\ninfluence or interfere with their natural movements of truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit’
\nS Potencies\u00e2\u0080\u0094their Guardians<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nare guardians of the silence of the Truth,
They are keepers of
\nthe immutable decree. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll movements of these
\nPowers centre round the Truth of which they are the custodians in its
\nstage of self-gathering for manifestation. The firm Law of Truth,
\nsatyadharma, basing the entire creative Movement, which is the
\nself-rendering of the Will of the Supreme, is in their keeping.
\nNothing contrary to the Truth they are charged with touches them in
\nany form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nPotencies\u00e2\u0080\u0094their Might<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndeep surrender is their source of might, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe strength upon which
\nthese Powers base their functionings is not their own. It is the
\nmight of the Great Godhead, mahat asuratvam, of whom they are so many
\nemations. The Powers do not solely depend upon the force
\nindividualised in their personalities but lay themselves open to the
\nbasic Strength of the creative Godhead by the unfailing process of
\nutter surrender. By this unreserved surrender to the Source of
\nStrength they come into identity with It and the Strength flows into
\nand through them unchecked, undeflected.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nPotencies-their Knowledge<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstill identity their way to know, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTheir knowledge is not
\narrived at by any mental process of ratiocination. They do not
\nproceed through the sense-instrumentation to contact the object of
\nknowledge nor do they depend upon the conceptual and interpretative
\nreason to acquire the knowledge. Their way is the real and the only
\nway to gain complete, direct knowledge: they enter into identity with
\nthe object in their quieted, stilled consciousness. By so doing they
\nbecome one in the consciousness with the contents of the object and a
\nfull, direct knowledge of it is obtained.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit’s
\nPotencies\u00e2\u0080\u0094their Action<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMotionless
\nis their action like a sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe process of their action
\nis also unique. There is no hectic movement, no restless motion in
\nit. Their action is based upon a great stability of base, it proceeds
\nin profound calm and achieves in Silence. Just as there is no
\nphysical movement in sleep and yet work goes on within its spell of
\nimmobility, so also with these Powers action is not attended by
\nvisible movement. And that is why it is more effective, more certain
\nof results. There is no dissipation of energies.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Impartial
\nEyes<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\npeace, regarding the trouble beneath the stars,
Deathless,
\nwatching the works of Death and Chance,
Immobile, seeing the
\nmillenniums pass,
Untouched while the long map of Fate unrolls,
\n
They look on our struggle with impartial eyes,
And yet
\nwithout them cosmos could not be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese Powers of the Supreme
\nare not involved in the cosmic Movement. They are stationed in the
\nsolid peace of the Spirit above though they see the troubled movement
\nin the worlds below; themselves above the rule of Death, they study
\nthe processes of inevitable death and. apparently fortuitous chance
\nin struggling life; they do not move from their position, but they
\nwitness the rapid march of Time; the creative Will effectuates itself
\nthrough the workings of a meaningful Destiny while these Powers stand
\naloof; they do not put their weight on any side, but watch with an
\nequal vision. They are thus not caught up in the flux of the cosmos.
\nBut on that account they are not redundant. In fact the cosmic
\nMovement would not be possible without them. Their very presence
\nlends significance and direction to the world-progression.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Upholders<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpervious
\nto desire and doom and hope,
Their station of inviolable might
\n
Moveless upholds the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s enormous task,
Its ignorance
\nis by their knowledge lit,
Its yearning lasts by their
\nindifference. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is because their
\nStrength is beyond the vicissitudes of the world’s hopes and
\ndisappointments and impregnable in its status that it can effectively
\nbase the gigantic movement of the cosmos. It is the light of their
\nknowledge that shows the way to the world groping in ignorance. It is
\nthe permissive assent in their attitude above concern that makes
\npossible the continuing urge and aspiration for progress in the
\nevolving world below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Surpass<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nthe height draws the low ever to climb,
As the breadths draw the
\nsmall to adventure vast,
Their aloofness drives man to surpass
\nhimself. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough the great Powers of
\nthe Supreme thus stand far above the realms of the worlds in
\nIgnorance, their very being exercises a compelling influence on life
\nbelow. Their existence in the fullness of their might and their
\nknowledge exerts an incessant pressure on the lower bounded creation
\nto grow and to rise to the freer summits above. What is unattained
\nalways attracts labour to attain; the heights ever beckon those below
\nto climb up to them, the large always moves the little to enlarge
\nitself and break out of its smallness. Similarly the transcendence of
\nthese Powers shows to man the possibility of attaining to a status
\nabove the existing boundaries of his being and nature and inspires
\nhim to leap beyond the confines of his mundane existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\nHeaves<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\npassion heaves to wed the eternal calm,
Our dwarf-search mind to
\nmeet the Omniscient\u00e2\u0080\u0099s force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe restless senses of man
\nwho is constantly engaged in his effort of self-affirmation and
\nself-aggrandizement envy, as it were, the imperturbable calm that
\nthey glimpse on the summits and they surge thereward to unite with
\nthat calm which endures for ever, unlike their own nature that knows
\nno rest caught as it is in the whirling movement of time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSimilarly the human mind is
\nseverely limited on all sides and for all its feeble attempts to
\ndiscover the Reality, a few fleeting glimpses is all that it can get.
\nThat is why this small mind strives to link itself with the larger
\nMind that knows All, to grow into it and assume the vision and power
\nof its knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Pain
\nand Tears<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcquiescing
\nin the wisdom that made hell
And the harsh utility of death and
\ntears,
Acquiescing in the gradual steps of Time,
Careless
\nthey seem of the grief that stings the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart,
Careless
\nof the pain that rends its body and life; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world is full of
\nstruggle and suffering, grief and tears, pain and death. At every
\nstep, life is faced with destruction, adversity and trial. That is so
\nbecause all here is striving to grow out of an original inconscience
\nand obscurity towards Consciousness and Light. Necessarily the path
\nis not smooth, the transitions are rugged. None can stay without
\nmoving, without growing in this vast movement. There is a continuous
\npressure on each from the concealed evolutionary nisus to move
\nforward and in the measure in which one resists this push or fails to
\nmove at the required pace, there is imbalance, resistance, disharmony
\nand consequent suffering: physical pain and mental affliction. These
\nfactors keep up the pressure and force man to move forward. Without
\nthis goad to impel him to go further, without the compulsion of pain
\nand suffering which forces him to progress and get beyond the causes
\nof the malady, man would not grow. This is the wisdom in Nature that
\npermits the whip of pain and grief to keep up the evolutionary
\nprogression of the World. Time is the route of this gradual
\nprogression and life renews itself at every significant juncture
\nthrough the process of death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Powers above know this
\nrole and utility of pain and suffering in the cosmic evolution and
\nhence do not interfere with their operations; they stand as if
\nunconcerned but always Watchful.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Above
\nGood and Evil<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\njoy and sorrow is that grandeur\u00e2\u0080\u0099s walk:
They have no portion in
\nthe good that dies,
Mute, pure, they share not in the evil done;
\n
Else might their strength be marred and could not save. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Gods are above the good
\nand the evil with which the world of men abounds. The little good
\nthat men strive to do is seen to wither away before the ample evil,
\nanrstasya bhureh, that they perpetrate in this field of Ignorance and
\nFalsehood. Joy always drags sorrow in its wake. But the higher Powers
\nare not touched by these dualities that are a product of an
\nintermediate step in the cosmic evolution: the emergent human
\nmentality. They stand above both good and evil and do not participate
\nin this dialogue. And that is their strength. Because they are
\nuntouched, uninfluenced by the elements of good and evil, they have
\nthe power to save men from the consequences of their good and evil,
\nwhen the Grace so moves them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven among the humans, it
\nis a verifiable experience that he who detaches himself from these
\ndualities and stands aloof from them, is not only himself unaffected
\nby their currents in the environment, but acquires the power to
\nmodify their action on others, to help others rise above their
\noperations.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nImmortal Sees (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlive
\nto the truth that dwells in God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s extremes,
Awake to a motion
\nof all-seeing Force,
The slow venture of the long ambiguous years
\n
And the unexpected good from woeful deeds,
The immortal sees
\nnot as we vainly see. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen look on the superficies
\nof things and miss their truth. The Divine is always aware of their
\ndeeper meaning and sees things differently, regards them in their
\npurposeful perspective; Where men see only warring opposites, the
\nDivine perceives complementaries of a developing truth; where men
\ntense only a brute energy at work, the Divine watches an omniscient
\nForce, a self-aware and all-aware Power in operation; where the human
\neye sees only a meaningless stretch of aeons in the Cosmic Movement,
\nthe higher vision traces a definite purpose. The Divine oversees the
\nfrequent upsetting of the precarious balance of good and evil erected
\nby the human ethical sense: good arises at times from what s
\ncondemned as evil and bad issues from what is lauded as good.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nImmortal Sees (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nlooks on hidden aspects and screened powers,
He knows the law and
\nnatural line of things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine is conscious of
\nthe Truth that underlies all this movement of life in the world, of
\nthe Will effectuating that Truth in a faultless working which
\nformulates itself as the Law of things that determines the direction
\nand the pace at which they shall move. He sees the much that is
\noccult in this creation, behind and beyond what is apparent to the
\nphysical eye and sees also the forces and beings that are in action
\nbehind the surface.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nWaits<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUndriven
\nby a brief life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s will to act,
Unharassed by the spur of pity
\nand fear,
He makes no haste to untie the cosmic knot
Or the
\nworld\u00e2\u0080\u0099s torn jarring heart to reconcile. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nTime he waits for the Eternal\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hour. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are many factors in
\nthis world that goad man to precipitate action unmindful of time and
\nconsequence. Life is brief in its span and man makes haste to exert
\nhimself as much as he can in the fulfilment of his life-desires. He
\ndoes not get even a brief respite to reflect over the course of his
\nactions, he plunges headlong into the stream of his impulsions.
\nFurther, he cannot take right decisions because he is often subjected
\nto the influences and considerations of false pity and baseless
\nfears. The pity and the fear that overcome him are mostly wrong
\nreactions, perversions of the egoy and they have no basis in truth.
\nThe Divine is untouched by these eddies of Ignorance and Falsehood.
\nHe is hurried by nothing and he acts in the right time, \u00c5\u0097tuth\u00c4\u0081.
\nWhether it is the question of resolving the cosmic Problem of
\nIgnorance, Pain and Evil or of restoring the sundered unity of Matter
\nand Spirit, Earth and Heaven, the Divine respects the Law of Time in
\nwhich the Eternal’s Manifestation is taking place and awaits the hour
\npredetermined in the Creative Idea of the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Secret
\nAid<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet a
\nspiritual secret aid is there;
While a tardy Evolution\u00e2\u0080\u0099s coils
\nwind on
And Nature hews her way through adamant
A divine
\nintervention thrones above. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature pursues her quest
\nacross the myriad obstructions that face her at every step. She has
\nto hew her virgin way through unknown tracts by tentative gropings,
\nby experiments, by manoeu-vrings. Her advance is marked by many
\nsetbacks and is slow. But she is not left alone. All the while there
\nis a flow of help from above. The Divine’s aid comes unobtrusively
\nbut effectively. The march of Nature becomes possible because of this
\nconstant action of the Divine Consciousness which takes the form of
\nan incessant urge from below and a pull that draws upwards. The help
\nfrom above sustaining the effort enables it to withstand opposition
\nand surmount the barriers with its support and strength. In times of
\ncrisis at decisive junctures the Divine’s action takes the form of a
\nswift intervention.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Not
\nAbandoned<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlive
\nin a dead rotating universe
We whirl not here upon a casual globe
\n
Abandoned to a task beyond our force; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppearances are misleading.
\nThis universe looks like a huge mechanism, without any life or
\nconsciousness of its own, ever circling on its own axis. There does
\nnot seem to be any meaning, any definite purpose in this incessant
\nmovement which goes on on a globe that has somehow come to be. And
\nman, a conscious, living, solitary creature against this unconscious
\nmass of lifeless background, seems to be fighting a losing battle in
\nwanting to affirm himself against the tide of mechanical Nature, in
\ntrying to find and give a direction to his life. But in truth, it is
\nnot so. The universe is there on purpose. Nature is conscious in her
\nown way and her movement has a direction and a goal. Man is her
\nhighest instrument in achieving her mission and in the task he is
\nentrusted with, he is not alone. He is backed up by a mighty Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Outstretched
\nHand<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nthrough the tangled anarchy called Fate
And through the
\nbitterness of death and fall
An outstretched Hand is felt upon
\nour lives. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCircumstances and events In
\nlife do not lend themselves to be always anticipated and
\nregulated-They come upon man in bewildering rapidity and complexity
\nleaving him helpless and dazed; he calls it destiny which cannot be
\nescaped. Further, however much he may strive and hold himself in
\nharness in the battle of life, he is tripped by factors over which he
\nhas no control, he is overcome by death whether he has fulfilled his
\ntask or not. But man is able to go through all these chequered phases
\nand confused happenings in life because he feels supported and guided
\nby some superhuman Help.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Near
\nUs<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is
\nnear us in unnumbered bodies and births; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Hand that helps
\nis there with man not only in his present embodiment but throughout
\nhis journey across innumerable births. For the present life is only a
\nchapter in the long epic of his soul. The soul changes its forms
\naccording to the needs and conditions of its growth, and physical
\nbirth and death are the process of its development All through its
\nevolutionary career, the soul is guided by the Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Immortality<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nits unshaken grasp it keeps for us safe
The one inevitable
\nsupreme result
No will can take away and no doom change,
The
\ncrown of conscious Immortality,
The godhead promised to our
\nstruggling souls
When first man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart dared death and
\nsuffered life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe soul is always immortal
\nin its essence. To realise this immortality in embodiment, to achieve
\nit in nature was the possibility, the challenge that the soul posed
\nto itself and set out to actualise with the sanction of the Supreme.
\nThe being entered the adventure of this becoming, took on the
\nconditions of life and death in the field of evolution in order to
\nbuild and embody in it the Truth of Immortality-This high objective
\nis constantly held before it by the guiding Divine through all the
\nvicissitudes of the journey and its fulfilment is assured.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Lord<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne
\nwho has shaped this world is ever its lord: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine has not simply
\ncreated this universe and left it to itself to work out its fate.
\nAfter creating this, says the ancient text, He entered this. He is
\nstationed within this creation, within all that constitutes the
\ncreation, as the guiding Intelligence, Prajn\u00c4\u0081. He not only guides
\nfrom within, but he also oversees from above; He presides over its
\ncareer. In every way the Creator is identified with His creation in
\nHis varying statuses and He leads it on the course determined by
\nHimself. He is the Master throughout.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Errors<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nerrors are his steps upon the way; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nError is not falsehood, a
\ndeliberate retrograde step. Error is an incomplete knowledge, a
\nmovement that falls short of the right due to some incapacity,
\nlimitation. Thus errors are steps towards right knowledge, right
\naction. They are tentative exercises of the evolving spirit in its
\ngrowth from ignorance to knowledge; they are road-marks in the
\njourney of progress.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nWorks<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nworks through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives,
He works
\nthrough the hard breath of battle and toil,
He works through our
\nsins and sorrows and our tears,
His knowledge overrules our
\nnescience; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven what appears contrary
\nto the elements of progress is utilised by the Cosmic Providence for
\nforging the growth of man. All the ups and downs of day-to-day life,
\nall the struggles of the developing being against the resistance of
\ninert and ignorant Nature, within and without, all the deviations
\nfrom the norms of the truth and the right and their consequences –
\nall these are used as so many resistance exercises for the
\ndevelopment of the evolving soul by the presiding Spirit. In fact the
\nharder path is found more conducive to quicker progress than the
\nsmoother and pleasanter one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan may not know, in his
\nignorance and lack of adequate consciousness, how to utilise the
\ndifficult situations for his progress, but the Intelligence seated
\nwithin turns the tide in favour of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mighty
\nGuidance<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhatever
\nthe appearance we must bear,
Whatever our strong ills and present
\nfate,
When nothing we can see but drift and bale,
A mighty
\nGuidance leads us still through all. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe circumstances that mark
\nthe outer life of man may give the appearance of irremediable
\ndisharmony, endless sorrow, a maze of chaos. He may seem to be a
\nhelpless creature subject to forces over which he has no control.
\nYet, the truth is otherwise. For the powerful Hand of God is there
\nall the while helping man to withstand the rigours of life and
\nguiding him to grow by experience and emerge into a brighter future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>After
\nDivision, Oneness<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfter
\nwe have served this great divided world
God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bliss and oneness
\nare our inborn right. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world is shot with
\ndivision through and through. There is the great wall of separateness
\ncaused by Ignorance between form and form creature and creature. Each
\nfeels separate from the others. Then in each being itself, there are
\ndivisions of consciousness, divisions of energy. Over and above there
\nis the glaring division between Matter and Mind, not to speak of the
\nSpirit. It is man’s . task to toil in this field of division and heal
\nthe hiatus, first within himself and then extend the operation beyond
\nhis physical form. This is possible because the union, the oneness of
\nwhat is apparently divided is a fact at a deeper level of existence.
\nAnd man as a conscious being has it within his reach to realise this
\noneness once he has attained to a sufficient level of maturity in the
\nevolutionary development. With that oneness comes the realisation of
\nunion with the Divine in whom all are one; with that union comes the
\ninnate Delight of the Divine Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Date
\nis Fixed<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndate is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown,
An anniversary of
\nthe Birth sublime:
Our soul shall justify its chequered walk,
\n
All will come near that now is naught or far. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis creation is not an
\naimless movement leading to a blind alley. It is a purposive project
\nwith a direction and a goal set by the Creator whose Intelligence,
\nthough unfathomable by the little reason of the human mind, oversees
\nand informs the entire movement. This Prajn\u00c4\u0081, the all-seeing Wisdom,
\ndetermines the curves and the rounds of each individual world within
\nthe universal, the term of each effort and the juncture of each fresh
\nrevelation of the manifesting Godhead. In the fullness of this
\nexecution, the meaning of the slow growth and apparently meandering
\ncourse of the human soul involved in this movement will be clear. All
\nthat is needed for the completion of the task but is now missing or
\nappears too distant for attainment will become a reality, close and
\nconcrete.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mights
\nshall Act<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\ncalm and distant Mights shall act at last. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe great Gods that are
\nbiding their time will move into open action at the destined hour.
\nTill the appointed time they wait as if unconcerned, aloof, in their
\nhigh station above the human firmament. But all the while their
\nindirect, veiled action of support and sure guidance continues
\nuninterruptedly. It is for an open, direct and decisive intervention
\nthat they have to wait for the proper time, the right juncture in the
\nevolutionary career of the world. When the Cosmic Spirit has prepared
\nthe necessary conditions in which these Higher Powers can act without
\nthe risk of disintegration that is inevitable if the field is exposed
\nto their supernatural charge before it is strong enough to bear it,
\nand when the presiding Divinity gives the sanction, then these mighty
\nPowers will come into operation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Fill
\nthe Abyss<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmovably
\nready for their destined task,
The ever-wise compassionate
\nBrilliances
Await the sound of the Incarnate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice
To
\nleap and bridge the chasms of Ignorance
And heal the hollow
\nyearning gulfs of Life
And fill the abyss that is the universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough these luminous
\nPowers are far above this world of movement and immutable in their
\nstatus, they are always poised to swing into action at the call of
\nthe Presiding Spirit leading the manifestation. When they are
\nsummoned, they will come with all their timeless knowledge to
\ndisplace the ruling Ignorance, with all their Love to meet and fulfil
\nthe unsatisfied wants of Life labouring on earth; they will come to
\nheal the multiple divisions that mar the face of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mystery
\nof the Deeps (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nmeanwhile at the Spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s opposite pole
In the mystery of the
\ndeeps that God has built
For his abode below the Thinker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nsight, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the meanwhile\u00e2\u0080\u0094till the
\nGreater Powers from the summits come into their plenary action\u00e2\u0080\u0094the
\nForce of Consciousness, Shakti, commissioned to work out the divine
\nIntention in this field of manifestation, goes on with its mighty
\nlabour. It starts its work in the depths of Matter which in their
\ninconscience are the very opposite of the Conscious Spirit that seeks
\nto manifest. This belt of subterranean darkness and inconscience is
\nunfathomable to the human mind. And yet here too the Spirit abides.
\nIt is its first station in the evolutionary Journey.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mystery
\nof the Deeps (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis compromise of a stark absolute Truth
With the Light that
\ndwells near the dark end of things, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things in this material
\ncreation have two ends: one of the Light of the Spirit and the other
\nof its negation\u00e2\u0080\u0094the darkness of the Inconscience of Matter. All
\nmovement proceeds between these two termini. But even in the
\nobscurity of dense Matter there is a veiled light of consciousness
\ntempered to the conditions of that field. The present world
\nrepresents a meeting ground, a compromise between the Truth as it is
\nin its plenary Consciousness above and the hidden flame of its
\nconsciousness burning in the layers of the Inconscient below. It is a
\ntransitional station.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mystery
\nof the Deeps (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis tragi-comedy of divine disguise,
This long far seeking for
\njoy ever near, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world is a Play, a
\nlil\u00c4\u0081, of God. He has put out himself in the form of this creation,
\nhis One Being has become the Many, The Many are seeking for the One
\nthrough all the circumstances of life, -this is the tragi-comedy of
\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0094not knowing that they are themselves, each of them, that One.
\nEach one is in search of happiness, joy, and the activities of life
\nare all directed towards attaining it from the objects in the world
\nwhile all the time the real, imperishable Bliss is there within each
\nbeing, making life possible at all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mystery
\nof the Deeps (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe grandiose dream of which the world is made,
In this gold dome
\non a black dragon base, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world is a product of
\na Real-Idea that has arisen in the Being of the Supreme, a scheme
\nthat is being unfolded as the Manifestation proceeds. Its origin, its
\nscope and its culmination are all pre-conceived in the
\nSeer-Consciousness and the execution is according to that magnificent
\nPlan of manifesting the unity that is divine in terms of an endless
\nmultiplicity. The earth-creation bases itself on a material
\nfoundation that is inconscient\u00e2\u0080\u0094a dark Inconscience that is, with
\nits shadowy wings, spread far and wide. But as its edifice rises in
\nthe course of evolution, there come into view its brighter summits of
\nConsciousness and light and Beauty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nconscious Force that acts in Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s breast, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo all appearances the
\noperations of Nature are mechanical. All looks like the movement of a
\nbrute, dumb Energy whose repetitive turns may-give the illusion of an
\norder, a direction. Nature is essentially material and life and mind
\nare but the results of its workings. Even consciousness is an
\nepi-phenomenon of the processes of blind Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll this, however, is only
\nthe apparent, first look of things. There is an intelligence in
\nNature, a Consciousness that is alive though hidden in the workings
\nof its Force, <\/FONT>dev\u00c4\u0081tma\u00c5\u009baktim
\nsvagunaih nig\u00c5\u00abdh\u00c4\u0081m<\/I><\/FONT>. The
\nForce that acts in Nature is a power of this Consciousness held at
\nits core. It is this Consciousness within that lends meaning and
\ndirection to the activities of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndark-robed labourer in the cosmic scheme
Carrying clay images of
\nunborn gods, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Force that acts in
\nNature is an active Force, executing its task in the building of the
\ncosmic edifice in several ways. It organises, impels, activates,
\nbrings into the open what lies concealed and is ever at work in
\nfurthering this evolutionary manifestation. This Force is instinct
\nwith the burthen of the whole movement and carries all its
\npotentialities in their first tentative forms. It is conscious of its
\npurpose, aware of the direction of its processes, it is an
\nIntelligence. But on the surface of it, it appears inconscient,
\nobscure and mechanical.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nExecutrix
\nof the inevitable Idea <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things in creation\u00e2\u0080\u0094like
\nthe creation itself\u00e2\u0080\u0094have at their root a basic Idea that has
\nimpelled them into manifestation. A perception in the Real moves into
\nIdea, the Real-Idea, and this truth in the originating Idea propels
\nand governs\u00e2\u0080\u0094through whatever processes\u00e2\u0080\u0094, the particular movement
\nof becoming that is set into motion to work out its intention. Thus
\nin all things, behind all their apparently chequered careers, there
\nis a governing Truth-Idea insistent upon fulfilling itself. The
\nConscious Force that is at work in Nature executes the Will in this
\nSeed-Idea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHampered,
\nenveloped by the hoops of Fate, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe task to be executed is
\nclear to the Force. The Will at the back of the movement will not be
\ndenied. But the actual working out has to be effected through several
\nprocesses, each one of which has its own laws, its own determinisms.
\nMany factors, arising from the very conditions of inconscience and
\nignorance in which the purpose is to be effectuated intervene in the
\ncourse of the execution and the steps of the effecting Power are
\nmarked by destruction, delay and struggle.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPatient
\ntrustee of slow eternal Time,
Absolves from hour to hour her
\nsecret charge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Shakti is indeed
\nirresistible. Neither obstacles nor sufferings can prevent her from
\nachieving what she intends in the manner she chooses. But here in the
\ncosmic scheme, it is the Will of the Eternal who is manifesting
\nhimself in Time that she executes. She bides the right hour for every
\neffectuation according to the Law of progressive manifestation. She
\nmay appear slow to the human intelligence but in truth she acts,
\nfulfilling the task she is entrusted with, at the just moment; she
\nneither hurries nor delays.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Conscious
\nForce (VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nshe foresees in masked imperative depths; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Force carries in
\nitself consciously the truth or truths that are to be projected into
\nmanifestation. The lines on which the execution is to proceed are
\nalso fore-visaged in its tranced consciousness which appears
\noutwardly inconscient. In these profounds is held the compelling
\nvision of what is to be effected and how.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dumb
\nIntention<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ndumb intention of the unconscious gulfs
Answers to a will that
\nsees upon the heights, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe purpose that is
\nenergised by this Force in the depths of the inconscient terrains of
\nMatter is not something fortuitous and independent. It is a
\nreflection, a projection in the lower depths of the cosmic Being of a
\nTruth-Will at the head of creation. This Will not only initiates the
\ncosmos into movement but oversees from its station above and presides
\nover all the subsequent operations. It casts itself into the womb of
\nNature as the seed-intention and governs all from below and within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>First
\nSyllable<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nthe evolving Word\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first syllable
Ponderous, brute-sensed,
\ncontains its luminous close, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe beginning contains the
\npromise of the culmination. The first term of this creation may be
\ndense, mechanical, inconscient; but it is an evolving factor and
\nholds in itself the seed of all the developments that are to ensue.
\nThe inconscient contains in its womb the first stir that is to grow
\neventually into omniscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Portent<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPrivy
\nto a summit victory\u00e2\u0080\u0099s vast descent
And the portent of the
\nsoul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s immense uprise. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe evolving entity is
\nsecretly and potently aware, in spite of all the apparent density of
\nunconsciousness, of the process of its ultimate fulfilment: a massive
\ndownflow of the Spirit following the break-up of the last bather of
\nIgnorance to the ascent from below and in result a free winging of
\nthe Soul into the infinities of the Eternal. Its vibrations are the
\nfirst stir of the ascent in the making.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>One<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nhere where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the
\nsole transcendent One:
Only by him they are, his breath is their
\nlife; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere on this scene of
\nfragmentation, every form is separated from all the rest; there is
\ndivision between form and form, a multigraded division that shuts off
\neach from the other. Each individual unit seems to pursue its own
\nway, alone. But that is only an appearance. The many are there
\nbecause of the One that has formulated himself in their forms. It is
\nbecause of this One Divine who, though himself transcendent, puts out
\nthese Many from his own being, constitutes them as their substance,
\nvivifies them as their life, is awake in them as their consciousness
\nthat all live and move.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unseen
\nPresence<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nunseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe substance of which all
\nis made, upon which all is based in this physical universe is Matter
\nwhose characteristic nature is inconscience and obscurity. And yet
\nout of this dense Matter a living creation and conscient forms
\nemerge. That is because there is a Consciousness, a living Spirit
\nthat is at work on and in Matter. Naturally this Agent is not visible
\nto the physical eye but his workings are unmistakable. Brute Matter
\nis taken up, given form and energised into a purposeful evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nplaymate in the mighty Mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s game,
One came upon the dubious
\nwhirling globe
To hide from her pursuit in force and form. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Cosmos is verily a Play
\nof the Purusha and his Shakti. All is her effort, her manifestation
\nof the endless possibilities in his Being. Nothing is stationary.
\nEverything is on the move; the universe, and the individual universes
\nin it are, as it were, the playthings of the Eternal Power that is
\nthe Mother of All. But she is not alone. He of whom she is the
\nSpouse, the One of whom she is the Puissance, is also in the vast
\ngame. He seems to hide himself in each of the million forms and
\nforces that people the universe and all life is indeed an effort on
\nthe part of the Shakti, the Prakriti, to discover and unveil the
\nPurusha in every form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsecret spirit in the Inconscient\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sleep,
A shapeless Energy, a
\nvoiceless Word,
He was here before the elements could emerge,
\n
Before there was light of mind or life could breathe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Soul, the Conscient
\nSpirit, is not a product of the workings of physical Nature. The
\nConscious One has been there from the very beginning of the Creation
\nhere as the inmost soul, the subtlest element of consciousness. He is
\nthe Conscious Spirit in the sleep of the pervading Inconscience, e\u00c8\u0099a
\nsupte\u00c8\u0099u j\u00c4\u0081garti, the potent womb of all that comes to be. He is
\nprior to the manifestation of Matter, of Life, of Mind. In fact all
\nof them have come into being because of the presence and pressure of
\nthis Conscious Spirit in the depths of the Cosmic Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAccomplice
\nof her cosmic huge pretence,
His semblances he turns to real
\nshapes
And makes the symbol equal with the truth:
He gives to
\nhis timeless thoughts a form in Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMaya erects a whole world
\nof finites out of the Infinite, rolls out the Cosmic Play for the
\ndelectation of the Lord of All who supports her action and by his
\nmasterful participation invests everything with truth-significance.
\nAll appearances and forms have a meaning and a purpose because they
\nare, ultimately, becomings of his Being. All is perceived and
\nconceived in his eternal Truth-Idea and then poured out for
\nmanifestation in Time. That is why every form turns out to be the
\nformation of a truth in the being of the Real.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe substance, he the self of things; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUltimately, it is the
\nDivine Purusha, the Supreme Lord, who is everything. All is derived
\nfrom his Being and worked out in accordance with his Will. He is the
\nmaterial cause of all because it is out of the limitless substance of
\nhis Being that all evolution is fashioned. He is not merely the
\nsubstance, but also the supporting self, the basic ground of each
\nbecoming. And everything is real because he is in it as its
\nindestructible self. The Purusha is also the Atman.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>She<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\nhas forged from him her works of skill and might:
She wraps him
\nin the magic of her moods
And makes of his myriad truths her
\ncountless dreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMaya draws upon the
\ninfinite Being of the Lord for all the displays of her cunning and of
\nher strength in the growing manifestation. Now she creates, now she
\nmaintains, now destroys but all the while, he, for whose enjoyment
\nshe exerts herself, is concealed by her behind the veil of her
\nchanging movements. Though he is there covered by her, it is the
\nendless possibilities and potentialities held in his being that go to
\nform the springs of her adventures. Every activity of Maya has its
\nseed in some truth in the Lord.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Immortal
\nChild<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nMaster of being has come close to her,
An immortal child born in
\nthe fugitive years. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Lord does not remain
\nabove, aloof from all this movement engendered by Maya – his own self
\npower. He follows her in the adventure in Time and in each form, each
\nmovement, he is there manifest to her as the Soul, the divine Infant
\ndelivering himself to her tending.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMany are the poises taken
\nby the Supreme Being and his Power, Shakti, in the course of their
\nPlay, but always they are inseparable in truth,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nChase<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nobjects wrought, in the persons she conceives,
Dreaming she
\nchases her idea of him,
And catches here a look and there a gest:
\n
Ever he repeats in them his ceaseless births. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is his truth-seeings
\nthat she, Maya, seeks to realise. In all forms, animate or inanimate,
\nof her creation, she strives to express some truth of his vision,
\nsome idea of his conception, however imperfect or incomplete be the
\nexecution at the moment. Her effort is continuous and aims at as
\nfaithful and whole a rendering as the conditions permit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Repeated
\nBirths<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver
\nhe repeats in them his ceaseless births. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine manifests the
\nuniverse out of his own Being\u00e2\u0080\u0094he comes to birth as the Universe, as
\nthe All. But that is not the whole story. In each individual form in
\nthe universe he takes birth as the Soul and builds his manifestation;
\nthat is his second birth – as the Individual. In each individual form
\nis repeated the birth of the Infinite in the Finite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nMaker is the Made<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe Maker and the world he made, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe vision and he is the seer;
He is himself the actor and the
\nact,
He is himself the knower and the known,
He is himself
\nthe dreamer and the dream. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world is not different
\nfrom Him who has created it. The Divine is not merely the efficient
\ncause of the world, he is also the material cause. He creates it out
\nof his own Being and dwells in it. His relations with the world do
\nnot cease with its creation; in fact he constitutes himself as the
\nworld.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe world is a living
\nrepresentation of a truth visioned in his Consciousness. He it is who
\nas the actor puts out the act of Manifestation; he it is who as the
\nKnower comprehends the world as none other than himself; he it is who
\nboth provides the stuff for the Dream of the universe in his, Being
\nand enjoys it in experience. He is the sole origin and himself the
\nobject of all vision, action, knowledge and experience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Two
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nare Two who are One and play in many worlds; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Supreme Reality, the
\nDivine is One. But for purposes of manifestation, the Wonder-Plan of
\nDelight, the One becomes the Two. It takes one poise as the Existent
\nand another poise as Consciousness. They are not really two different
\nrealities but the same Reality in two self-aspectings. The
\nConsciousness is the Power of the One who exists; it is inseparable
\nfrom him whose self-ware-ness it is. This biune reality is the
\ndynamic basis of all manifestation; it reproduces itself at different
\nlevels of creation as Brahman-Maya, Ishwara-Shakti, Purusha-Prakriti.
\nAll World-play is a working out of their respective relations.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Two
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nKnowledge and Ignorance they have spoken and met
And light and
\ndarkness are their eyes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 interchange. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Two, the Being and the
\nPower, carry their interplay through all the states of existence, in
\nall conditions of the manifestation. Both are at work in the belt of
\nKnowledge as also in the belt of Ignorance. Also, one presides from
\nhis status in Knowledge while the other functions in the limitations
\nof Ignorance; the interaction of the two works, out the evolution of
\nthe world from the obscurities of Matter to the luminosities of the
\nSpirit. Light and darkness are circumstances of their play, each
\nacting on the other\u00e2\u0080\u0094light entering where darkness is and darkness
\nreceding with the advent of light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Two
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\npleasure and pain are their wrestle and embrace,
Our deeds, our
\nhopes are intimate to their tale;
They are married secretly in
\nour thought and life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Play of the Two Cosmic
\nActors is enacted on the stage of life. The vicissitudes in the lives
\nof men and creatures are circumstances of their game. The joys and
\ngriefs of the world are like sparring partners that build the
\nstrength and sap of life with their combat. All the actions, all the
\nthoughts and all the aspirations of men are so many points in the
\ndeveloping graph of the story of their weaving. All of these prove to
\nbe significant as products and byproducts of the interplay of the
\nTwo, Purusha-Prakriti, Soul-Nature in the individual and in the
\nuniverse. For behind all appearances there is this fact of dual
\noperation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Endless
\nMasquerade<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nuniverse is an endless masquerade:
For nothing here is utterly
\nwhat it seems, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat is seen in this
\nuniverse is not the whole truth of it. All is a surface appearance of
\nwhat truly exists behind the veil of apparent form. What is observed
\nby the physical eye, what is experienced by the physical senses, is
\nnot. indeed, false but it is not the entire truth of things. The real
\ntruth of each works behind the appearance, strives to express itself
\nmore and more through the changing forms it devises to suit its
\ndeveloping stresses. That is why the world presents the appearance of
\na marked play, the real characters acting under disguise.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Dream-Fact<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is
\na dream-fact vision of a truth
Which but for the dream would not
\nbe wholly true, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe universe is a fact
\nbecause it is a projection of a truth that has been visualised and
\nbrooded upon, tapas tatv\u00c4\u0081 , in the Consciousness of the Creative
\nDivine. The universe holds itself together amidst all conditions of
\nfalsehood, ignorance, disintegration and death because of this
\ntruth-content which itself has been given shape and dynamised in the
\nconceptual Consciousness of the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Significant
\nPhenomenon<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nphenomenon stands out significant
Against dim backgrounds of
\neternity; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe phenomenon of the
\nuniverse may appear to be void of real meaning because of its
\nfleeting nature, its transitoriness. But in truth it is meaningful
\nbecause it is structured\u00e2\u0080\u00a2 out of a Reality that is Eternal and
\nevery movement, every form in it is supported by a permanent Self
\nbehind it, however veiled it might be to the eye shrouded in
\nignorance. Time is a circumstance, not the essential nature of the
\nBecoming that is the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Misleading<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWe
\naccept its face and pass by all it means;
A part is seen, we take
\nit for the whole. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe real significance of
\nthe universe is missed because men look only at appearances without
\npausing to see their background, their foreground, their inner
\ncontent. What little is seen through the clipped vision of the
\nlimited mind is taken to be the entire fact. This superficial seizing
\nof things and partial vision of the life-movement naturally mislead
\nus into a wrong and false reading of the meaning and purpose of the
\nworld.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Play
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nhave they made their play with us for roles:
Author and actor
\nwith himself as scene,
He moves there as the Soul, as Nature she.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus the Divine is the
\nauthor of this Cosmic Play: he has conceived the Plot and sown the
\nseed-script in the Real-Idea. He has projected himself and woven this
\nscene of his manifestation from out of his own Being. And it is he
\nagain who is the One Actor playing the roles of the Many that we are.
\nOur personalities are only the masks of the real Player. He is the
\nreal Centre, the Soul of each and of all, the Purusha; it is his own
\nPower, himself as Power, that figures as Nature, Prakriti, to form
\nthe Duality for purposes of the Play.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Play
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\non the earth where we must fill our parts,
We know not how shall
\nrun the drama\u00e2\u0080\u0099s course;
Our uttered sentences veil in their
\nthought. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen flit across the stage,
\nplaying their parts, speaking their scripts, but they are aware of
\nnothing more than what is allotted to each of them. They are ignorant
\nof the Plot and of the direction in which the Play proceeds. Words
\nare spoken as prescribed and heard as articulated, but the deeper
\nmeaning behind is lost.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Held
\nBack<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nmighty plan she holds back from our sight:
She has concealed her
\nglory and her bliss
And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her
\nheart. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe, the Power that enacts
\nthe Play, does not lay pen the plot all at once. She develops it
\nthrough circumstances and time exposing only as much as the limited
\nvision and intelligence of man can grasp. This is why the world
\npresents a misleading appearance: life is marked with calamities, ups
\nand downs, evil and suffering predominate, struggle and blind
\nmechanical action and reaction feature the course of evolution. All
\nthis, however, is only an incomplete picture. To an observing eye
\nwhich can perceive below the surface movement, the existence of a
\ndivine Compassion, Intelligence, Delight, basing and guiding the
\nwhole progression is unmistakable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Darkened
\nLittle<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf
\nall the marvel and beauty that are hers
Only a darkened little we
\ncan feel. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeauty and Wonder are the
\ninnate feature of the manifestation worked out by the Shakti. Man
\nmisses them because he lacks the perspective and detachment; to
\nobserve them. He is too much tied up with himself, his own little ego
\nand its interest, and he regards everything as it affects his
\nimmediate personal segment. His sight is clipped and curtained by a
\nself-centred ignorance and very little of the true significance of
\nlife is perceived by him; what he experiences is only a shadowy bit,
\nsuch as his limited falsifying senses render.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Diminished
\nGodhead<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\ntoo wears a diminished Godhead here,
He has forsaken his
\nomnipotence,
His calm he has foregone and infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs the Divine Shakti has
\nlimited herself in her expression and acts, within certain
\nself-imposed confines in this world, so the Divine Lord also
\nexpresses himself within the terms and conditions of this
\nmanifestation growing from Inconscience through Ignorance. Infinite
\nthough he is in reality, he appears here in and as the finite. Though
\nhis Power to effectuate himself and his will is boundless, he accepts
\nhere the limitations of imperfect life and works his way through
\nthem. He puts behind his innate status in Peace and throws himself
\ninto the movement of the energies of Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nknows her only, he has forgotten himself;
To her he abandons all
\nto make her great. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the conditions of the
\nWorld-Play the Lord’ assumes the poise of a silent Witness and
\npermits the Power, the Shakti, to execute the Plan as she wills. He
\nassents to all that she does; he does not exercise his will and is
\ncontent to reflect hers. All activity appears to originate from her,
\nall initiative . and movement proceed from her who dominates the
\nscene.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nhopes in her to find himself anew,
Incarnate, wedding his
\ninfinity\u00e2\u0080\u0099s peace
To her creative passion\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ecstasy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe takes the static poise,
\noffering himself as the basic immutable foundation on which She
\nexecutes her Cosmic Dance of manifestation. In the conjunction of
\nthis basis of silent, unshakable peace and this play of delight of
\nthe creative Power, the Divine comes to birth in this Manifestation;
\nthe Divine emerges in Form with a view to manifesting his Glory
\nwithin the conditions of his Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\npossessor of the earth and heavens,
He leaves to her the cosmic
\nmanagement
And watches all, the Witness of her scene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is indeed the Lord of
\nAll. All the seven Earths with their Heavens are his habitations. All
\nderives from him and rests upon his Will. And yet he chooses to
\nassume an inactive status, charging his executive Power with the task
\nof building up the Manifestation. He does not, however, turn away
\nfrom the scene; his look is always turned on the Manifestation and.
\nall the workings of the Power pass under his observation, obtaining
\nhis sanction in the process.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsupernumerary on her stage,
He speaks no words or hides behind
\nthe wings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the cast of the Play
\nenacted by her on the cosmic stage, he makes himself a redundant
\nfigure. He does not appear on the stage in any role, he does not
\nparticipate in the dialogue. Whatever part he has, he is content to
\nact it behind the scene. From his unseen position he makes the play
\npossible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\ntakes birth in her world, waits on her will,
Divines her
\nenigmatic gesture\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sense,
The fluctuating chance turns of her
\nmood,
Works out her meanings she seems not to know
And serves
\nher secret purpose in long Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Soul comes to birth and
\ngrows in this world which is fashioned by Nature. It is her executive
\nWill that effects all creation, maintenance and dissolution. To the
\nonlooker many of her postures may appear ambiguous, many of her
\ntenative movements erratic, but the Soul is aware of the direction,
\nthe purpose served by all that Nature executes, though the surface
\nintelligence may be ignorant of it. The Soul knows and participates
\nin his own way in effectuating the inner Purpose in time, however
\nlong it may appear to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\none too great for him he worships her;
He adores her as his
\nregent of desire,
He yields to her as the mover of his will,
He
\nburns the incense of his nights and days
Offering his life, a
\nsplendour of sacrifice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn their poise of Shiva and
\nShakti, the Shakti assumes a dominant position and Shiva is supine.
\nAll initiation, all strength and power, all greatness are vested in
\nher; she is empowered to work out the supreme Will in manifestation.
\nShiva offers his Being and all that it connotes as support and
\nsustenance to her in her workings in Time. His is the primal
\nsacrifice that has made this Creation possible. It is the archetype
\nof all forms of sacrifice that engender progression in the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (VII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nrapt solicitor for her love and grace,
His bliss in her to him is
\nhis whole world: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe World-Game is a
\ncontinual feast of Delight offered by the Shakti to her spouse. She
\nputs out the truths from the Eternal. She executes them for him who
\nis her partner. He looks to her, for to him all is she.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (VIII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\ngrows through her in all his being\u00e2\u0080\u0099s powers;
He reads by her
\nGod\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hidden aim in things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is through her exertion
\nthat his being develops; she manifests what is latent in his being
\nand enables his expansion as and in this Creation. The purpose of all
\nthis movement becomes patent to him as her workings take shape.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nPower and Knowledge
\nincrease in this Manifestation by the action of the Shakti.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (IX)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr, a
\ncourtier in her countless retinue,
Content to be with her and
\nfeel her near
He makes the most of the little that she gives
And
\nall she does drapes with his own delight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature evolves many
\nprinciples of existence into forms\u00e2\u0080\u0094subtle and gross\u00e2\u0080\u0094for purposes
\nof the Manifestation and the Soul takes up a position as if he were
\none of these. The Soul follows Nature in every movement, draws the
\nessence of every experience in life and experiences the rasa, the
\nenjoyment, of each from his status. It is this delight of the Soul
\nthat supports all existence\u00e2\u0080\u0094in its origin, maintenance and change.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (X)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nglance can make his whole day wonderful,
A word from her lips
\nwith happiness wings the hours. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife becomes meaningful and
\nprogresses towards its goal to the extent that there is communion
\nbetween Nature and the Soul. Nature, executive Nature, refers to the
\nSoul within, communicates her workings to the Soul who responds with
\nthe delight of the movement of progression.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis evolutionary
\nManifestation proceeds on this close, active relation between Soul
\nand Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (XI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nleans on her for all he does and is:
He builds on her largesses
\nhis proud fortunate days
And trails his peacock-plumaged joy of
\nlife
And suns in the glory of her passing smile. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Soul depends upon his
\nPower, the many-tiered Nature, for experience on which he grows. He
\ndepends upon her for the execution of his will. On her toils and the
\nfruits of these toils he feeds. In her field and on the crest of her
\nactivity, his essential delight of existence takes shape and
\nformulates itself in diverse ways\u00e2\u0080\u0094appropriate to the conditions in
\nwhich it expresses itself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (XII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a
\nthousand ways he serves her royal needs;
He makes the hours pivot
\naround her will,
Makes all reflect her whims;… <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Soul passively supports
\nNature in certain poises and actively collaborates with her in some
\nothers. In the execution of the Cosmic Purpose, Nature receives an
\nall-sided help from the Soul. His Will, his power of being are
\nconstantly active in innumerable ways furthering her workings. He
\ncasts the flow of time in accordance with her pace. He exerts himself
\nto see that all in this field of manifestation is supple and
\nresponsive to the stresses of the effectuating Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (XIII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nall is their play:
This whole wide world is only he and she. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus all Cosmos is a field
\nfor the common play of Soul and Nature. All movement here is effected
\nby these two protagonists of the divine manifestation. In whatever
\nform, in whatever condition, all in the world reveals only this
\ndouble Presence in mutuality of action. The Two form the stage, make
\nthe cast and enact their meaningful Play.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nTwo who are One<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the knot that ties together the stars:
The Two who are one are
\nthe secret of all power,
The Two who are one are the might and
\nright in things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe and She, the Two that
\nconduct this World-Play are not two different realities. They are in
\nfact one: the Existent and his Power of Consciousness-Force or rather
\nthe Existent as Consciousness-Force, the Shiva and Shakti who are one
\nin reality though they poise themselves as two for purposes of the
\nmanifestation. It is this double status of the One Divine that
\nprovides the lever on which the whole creative activity moves. It is
\nthe basic source of the Right, \u00c5\u0097tam, the Truth-Law that governs the
\nmanifestation, and of the Might, mahat, that executes and guards it.
\nTogether they build up the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsoul, silent, supports the world and her,
His acts are her
\ncommandment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s registers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs Shiva, the Divine
\nprovides the stable ground and support for the manifestation. He is
\nimmutable in this poise of foundation and does not project himself
\ninto the active movement. His self-chosen function is to upbear the
\nactivity of the Shakti, reflect and hold her doings, perceive and
\nrecord the play of her will in his silent, passive being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHappy,
\ninert he lies beneath her feet:
His breast he offers for her
\ncosmic dance
Of which our lives are the quivering theatre,
And
\nnone could bear but for his strength within,
Yet none would leave
\nbecause of his delight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world-play is enacted
\nby Kali, the Shakti, in the form of a Cosmic Dance, a gigantic whirl
\nof her Energies. For this creative display of her powers, Shiva, the
\nstatic partner, provides the stage on his immovable body. His willing
\nperson is the ground on which her feet stamp the steps. He supports
\nthe world-dance with his will of assent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis Dance of Kali is
\nenacted not only on the universal stage, but also on the stage of
\neach individual life. Each one is able to withstand the pressure of
\nher movement because of the strength of Shiva that is individuated in
\nhim and supports the corresponding kinesis. And in spite of all its
\nstresses, none is willing to withdraw from the play because each
\ntastes something of the bliss that the Shiva within derives from it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nworks, his thoughts have been devised by her,
His being is a
\nmirror vast of hers: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has no initiative of his
\nown. He is content to be moved by her, to reflect faithfully her
\nmoods and her willings. What he seems to think, what he seems to act,
\nall of it proceeds from her consciousness and will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nActive,
\ninspired by her he speaks and moves;
His deeds obey her heart\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nunspoken demands: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has his active side, no
\ndoubt, but the impulsion comes from her. He expresses in word and act
\nwhat she impels him to express. He divines her intentions and her
\nrequirements and all that he does is in fulfilment of them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPassive,
\nhe bears the impacts of the world
As if her touches shaping his
\nsoul and life: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo Shiva the whole universe
\nis nothing else than a mighty movement of the Shakti. He receives all
\nthe contacts from the world without resistance, he lets them into
\nhimself as specific workings of the Shakti to mould his growth in the
\nfigure of her design.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\njourney through the days is her sun-march;
He runs upon her
\nroads; hers is his course. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven the direction in which
\nhe moves is laid down by her. She builds the way, she leads the path;
\nthe goal of his journey is the fulfilment of her objective. All his
\nmovements are conducted by her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(VII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwitness and student of her joy and dole,
A partner in her evil
\nand her good,
He has consented to her passionate ways,
He is
\ndriven by her sweet and dreadful force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has assented to her will
\nand he faithfully follows up this compliance in whatever sphere he
\nappears, in whatever poise of his being. Now as a witness of her
\nunceasing swing of dualities, now as an acolyte carrying out her
\ncommands, now as a companion in the vicissitudes of her processes,
\nnow as a creature subject to her enticing and tempestuous will, he is
\never her ready second.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shiva-Shakti
\n(VIII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsanctioning name initials all her works;
His silence is his
\nsignature to her deeds; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that she does carries
\nhis sanction overtly or covertly, each act of hers carries his
\nauthenticating stamp. Whatever is effected by her in the executive
\nprocess receives the imprimatur of his acceptance either through an
\nactive move or a steady regard of his consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nDrama<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe execution of her drama\u00e2\u0080\u0099s scheme,
In her fancies of the
\nmoment and its mood, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the World-Play conducted
\nby the Shakti there is a definite scheme, a purpose of divine
\nmanifestation. All is within the frame-work designed by her for the
\neffectuation of this purpose. Within those broad lines of execution,
\nshe as Nature experiments according to the working of circumstances,
\nthe appearance, of factors\u00e2\u0080\u0094changed or new. Her own impulsions vary
\nleading her to launch upon unexpected courses of action.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nMarvel-weft<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe march of this obvious ordinary world
Where all is deep and
\nstrange to the eyes that see
And Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s common forms are
\nmarvel-wefts, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world looks common and
\nmatter-of-fact to the superficial sight; it has for it the appearance
\nof a mechanical creation of a brute material Energy. But to the eye
\nthat looks beyond the surface, a deeper movement reveals itself
\nbehind the flow of things and events. Every happening has a
\nsignificance, every moment brings in a new factor. Nothing is really
\nmechanical, nothing a casual product. In each movement, in each form
\nthat we see in life, there is the executive Nature at work designing
\nand shaping it for a specific purpose; each form is a wonder
\ntestifying to the amazing skill of the creative Intelligence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\nthrough his witness sight and motion of might
Unrolls the
\nmaterial of her cosmic Act, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis very status of
\nregarding her actions as a witness is put to capital use by the
\nShakti. Through that regard issue a continuous sanction and a
\nspontaneous direction of consciousness. From him also issues the
\npotency that is inherent in the self-aware consciousness of his
\nbeing. The Shakti works out the Cosmic Purpose drawing upon all those
\ncollaborative means.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nhappenings that exalt and smite the soul,
Her force that moves,
\nher powers that save and slay, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe myraid workings of the
\nShakti strike the beings that are involved in them, according to
\ntheir stage of development and their need for growth. Some of the
\nevents fill men with exultation, some have the effect of depressing
\ntheir vital exuberance. Some of the powers of the Shakti act to save
\na life that can serve a purpose while others terminate a career which
\neither disserves or has become useless for the evolutionary
\nprogression. Each of her acts has a meaning which may be missed at
\nthe moment of its occurrence but its significance reveals itself in
\ntime. It is the Shakti that moves all, at every level, in every
\nsphere, to participate in the world-movement conducted by her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nWord that in the silence speaks to our hearts, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe moves each one to take
\npart in her great activity; she moves in each one in many ways
\nforming and guiding the individual progression. It is possible for
\nman to awaken to her Presence in him and commune with her. The word
\nthat she speaks, however, is not of the human kind audible in the
\nhuman way. One has to withdraw one’s consciousness from surface
\ninvolvement and listen to the inner silence in the deeper recesses of
\nthe being; there one hears the intimation, the word instinct with
\nKnowledge and the Power to actualise that Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nsilence that transcends the summit Word, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe communicates not
\nthrough the Word alone. There are other ways also by which she
\ntransmits her Will and her power and makes her consciousness act in
\nthe individual. Beyond the highest formulations of the loaded Word,
\nsupporting the expressive movement, there is her being of Silence -a
\nsilence not of the vacuous physical kind, but a gathered condition of
\npregnant Peace and Power from which issues all manifestation of word
\nand action. She makes this Silence accessible to the individual if he
\nturns to it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nheights and depths to which our spirit moves, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Shakti that manifests
\nall is omnipresent. She extends herself manifold; her being envelops
\nthe universe from all sides, vertically, horizontally, in depth, in
\nfact in all dimensions. Man is normally aware of only the superficies
\nof her material extension. But his inner consciousness, the spirit
\nwithin, constantly heaves to the altitudes and. the profounds of her
\nself-extension and it is this contact behind the veil that is the
\nreal source of man’s higher and nobler movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nevents that weave the texture of our lives <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen think that they fashion
\ntheir lives as they choose and each one is the architect of his own
\ncareer. While this is true in a limited sense,\u00e2\u0080\u0094and that too in the
\ncase of those who have arrived at a stage of sufficient
\nself-awareness and self-direction\u00e2\u0080\u0094the larger truth is that the
\npattern and course of the lives of men is generally determined by the
\ncharacter of the creative movement of the Cosmic Power of which men
\nare a part.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nCosmic Act (VII)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nall by which we find or lose ourselves,
Things sweet and bitter,
\nmagnificent and mean,
Things terrible and beautiful and divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe feeders of life in this
\nworld are not of one kind. Experiences, contacts, actions and
\nreactions of various types build up the life-experience, positive and
\nnegative. Things may be hard and difficult, and yet promote progress,
\nsreyas; they may be attractive and pleasant, preyas, and yet incline
\nthe being downwards, Movements of life and mind may be impelled by
\nhigher impulses or lower, leading the soul onwards or otherwise.
\nThings may have a severe appearance or beautiful, but they are all
\ndivine in their essence, part of the Process of the manifestation of
\nthe Cosmic Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nEmpire (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nempire in the cosmos she has built, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis universe is not a
\nproduct of chance that has come into being fortuitously and is
\ncareering at random. It is an ordered creation of worlds brought into
\nbeing by the Shakti, sustained by her and ruled by her. It is she
\nthat has produced the universe from the infmite potentiality of the
\nDivine Being, given it shape in accordance with the truth to be
\nmanifested and with which she is charged. All here proceeds according
\nto her will and in the moulds fixed by her. She is the creative and
\nalso the ruling Intelligence of old, prajn\u00c4\u0081 pras\u00c5\u0097t\u00c4\u0081 pur\u00c4\u0081ni.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nEmpire (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\ngoverned by her subtle and mighty laws. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Cosmic Power, Shakti,
\ndoes not act on any caprice. She is seized with the Truth that is to
\nbe manifested and all her action is a working out of this Seed-Idea.
\nShe has the vision of the order she is striving to evolve and she
\nlays down the large lines on which the creative movement is to
\nproceed. These are the great Laws that govern the world-progression.
\nThey may not be patent in the crisscross of the operating forces on
\nthe surface of life, but they are there established and active behind
\nthe gross physical veil. The cosmic Soul, the Purusha, is subject to
\nthese Laws of Truth set by the Shakti, the effectuating Nature, for
\nthe governance of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nEmpire (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nconsciousness is a babe upon her knees,
Her endless space is the
\nplayground of his thoughts, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvolved in this
\nworld-movement of evolutionary progression, the Soul-Consciousness is
\nat first submerged in the depths of Inconscience. Then gradually it
\nawakes to self-awareness and emerges slowly upwards along the steps
\nforged by Nature, like an infant led by its mother. It is Nature that
\nprovides the canvas on which the Soul-Consciousness etches its
\ntentative essayings. Nature plays the Mother to the Soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nEmpire (IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nbeing a field of her vast experiment; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature does not proceed in
\none set line of advance limiting herself to a narrow field of
\ndetermination. Her course is splendid and leisurely, her field is
\nvast and she delights in the progression of her manifestation. She
\nbuilds, she breaks, she casts off, she forms anew constantly and
\nevolves newer and newer forms in her creation. The Soul, the Purusha
\nprovides an unlimited field for this Nature-movement in the endless
\nunrolling of the infinitude of his being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nEmpire (V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\nbinds to knowledge of the shapes of Time
And the creative error
\nof limiting mind
And chance that wears the rigid face of fate
\n
And her sport of death and pain and Nescience,
His changed
\nand struggling immortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough immortal in his
\nintrinsic nature, the soul that descends into evolution accepts
\ncertain self-limitations for the purposes of the adventure; his overt
\nconsciousness is limited, his nature of immortality is veiled by the
\nprocess of change, decay and death. This soul in his changing vesture
\nand modifying circumstance is further handicapped by Nature with
\ncertain other meaningful confinements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThough eternal in his
\nbeing, the soul is obliged to think, see and act in terms of fleeting
\nTime; though omniscient with an inherent knowledge, true and
\ninfallible, he is made to progress towards manifest knowledge through
\nthe stumblings and errors [1] of a mind that divides and limits;
\nthough instinct with infinite freedom in his real self, he is pushed
\nto accept the frame-work of hard determination of forces behind which
\nthere is a constant play of the unpredictable. In all ways the soul
\nis forced by Nature to forget his own inalienable character of
\nImmortality, Bliss and Consciousness and to participate in Nature’s
\ngame of pain, nescience, and death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n[1] The errors of this
\nmind, however, are not products of falsehood; they are steps towards
\nthe truth, tentative gropings that educate the faculties to feel out,
\nto exert and grow in the direction of true knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nSoul and Substance<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsoul is a subtle atom in a mass,
His substance a material for her
\nworks. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Purusha projects
\nhimself in this evolution as a tiny dot, as it were, which, in the
\ncourse of its development, grows into a subtly perceptible form\u00e2\u0080\u0094of
\nthe size of a man’s thumb, says the Upanishad. This form is enveloped
\nby thick coatings of matter, vitality, mind etc. and is imperceptible
\nto the physical eye. These substances that are gathered round this
\ngrowing soul form the instrumentations for life-experience and
\ngrowth. Nature in evolution works upon and through these substances
\nof varying grades for the effectuation of her purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nJourney<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nspirit survives amid the death of things,
He climbs to eternity
\nthrough being\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gaps,
He is carried by her from Night to
\ndeathless Light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this world of constant
\nchange and decay of forms, the bodies die but the soul survives. The
\nsoul is deathless and passes from state to state, from form to form.
\nThe career of this evolving being is not cut asunder by the end of
\nhis form. He takes on another form when he chooses, but during this
\ninterval between the discarding of one form and the assumption of
\nanother, he continues his labour by assimilating the gains of the
\npast and preparing himself for the greater gains of the future. The
\nascent Godward is kept up through the process may change from
\ncondition to condition.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFrom the beginnings of his
\nemergence in the Nescience of Matter to the Light immortal on the
\nSuperconscient summits of Existence, the evolving being is borne by
\nthe Nature-Power at work.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nSurrender<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ngrand surrender is his free-will\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gift,
His pure transcendent
\nforce submits to hers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis subjection of the
\nPurusha to the Shakti, however, is not a helpless condition imposed
\nupon him. It is a disposition of himself-done entirely by his own
\nunfettered will in order to enjoy the delight of manifestation
\nthrough a poise that is initially of his own choice. His self-force
\nis pristine and beyond all limitations of the cosmic formula, and yet
\nhe subordinates it voluntarily to the workings of the Shakti for
\npurposes of the manifestation and progression of the Cosmos. The
\nworld-movement proceeds on this interaction between the two.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mystery<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe mystery of her cosmic ignorance, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBoth the Purusha and the
\nShakti are Divine; they are omniscient, their knowledge is as
\ninfallible as their will is omnipotent. Yet, the Cosmos that is
\nevolved by them is characterised by a native Ignorance and its brood
\nof limitations of many kinds. How this Ignorance has come to be in a
\nmanifestation that has originated in a Real-Idea in the
\nTruth-Consciousness of the Eternal, how this shadow of
\nunconsciousness could intervene in this universe that is a
\nself-formulation of the supreme Consciousness-Force of the Divine
\nBeing, is a mystery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Riddle<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe insoluble riddle of her play, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world-game that is
\nbeing played by the Shakti in her ebullience of delight poses a
\nriddle at every step, at every level. How have the Many come to be
\nwhere, in truth, there is only One Reality? How has Nescience come
\ninto being in this field created and worked upon by a Power of the
\nSupreme Consciousness ? How have arisen pain and death in the bosom
\nof the eternally Blissful? What is the law of life, if there is one?
\nIs it Free-Will or the Determination of a Master-Will or the forge of
\nKarma? The riddles are endless and defy solution by the reasoning
\nmind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Creature<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncreature made of perishable stuff,
In the pattern she has set for
\nhim he moves,
He thinks with her thoughts, with her trouble his
\nbosom heaves;
He seems the thing that she would have him seem,
\n
He is whatever her artist will can make. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe evolving Purusha is
\nencased in a living body which starts dying from the moment it is
\nborn. Nature prepares the field and the instrumentation for his
\nlife-experience. He is so much identified with Nature that his mind
\nreflects and gives shape to such movements as are initiated by her;
\nhis emotions and feelings respond to her impulsions; his
\nlife-formation follows the lines drawn by her rhythmic will. He
\ngrows, as it were, in the mould of his Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>To
\nFreedom she Moves him<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nshe drives him on her fancy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s roads,
At play with him as with
\nher child or slave,
To freedom and the Eternal\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mastery
And
\nimmortality\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stand above the world,
She moves her seeming
\npuppet of an hour. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature seems to play with
\nthe Purusha as she likes, goading him in the direction of her whims,
\npushing him about according to her moods. But that is only an
\nappearance. Nature is all the while purposive in her movements. All
\nher operations with the Purusha are aimed at promoting the growth of
\nthe being towards freedom from the rule of all non-self, at gaining
\ntranscendency and mastery over the flow of Time to which creatures
\nare subject, at establishing the status of immortality above the
\ndeath-bound world of Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>She
\nSpurs him<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nin his mortal session in body\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house
An aimless traveller
\nbetween birth and death,
Ephemeral dreaming of immortality,
To
\nreign she spurs him. … <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Purusha in evolution
\ninhabits the human physical body only for a while, till death
\novertakes it; and this life-journey is also so meandering as to
\nappear almost aimless, tossed in all directions by circumstances. Yet
\nthough so conditioned in time and circumstances – eking out a
\nprecarious existence in an environment that threatens to devour him
\nat every moment – he still aspires to transcend all limitations and
\ndeath, to become immortal. That is because in spite of all
\nappearances that point to the subordination of the Purusha to Nature,
\nshe secretly inspires him to raise himself above the first state of
\nsubjection and assume control and direction over his own
\nlife-progression and the environment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\ntakes up<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n…
\nHe takes up her powers;
He has harnessed her to the yoke of her
\nown law. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the process of this
\nassumption of rulership, the Purusha draws upon the potencies of the
\nNature-Power and utilises them for his expressive growth-He awakes to
\nthe truth that determines the operation of his companion Nature and
\nhe sets the workings of her forces in tune with the requirements of
\nthat truth. He begins to direct the movements of Nature at the
\nconscious levels.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>A
\nCrown<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nface of human thought puts on a crown. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe developing soul, the
\nPurusha within, comes into his own with the organisation of the
\nthinking mind. He becomes self-aware, acquires the power of
\nself-direction. Man, the mental being ensouled by this Purusha,
\nstands erect liberated into the first freedom of choice; and he
\nbecomes the king of the field of evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nWill<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeld
\nin her leash, bound to her veiled caprice,
He studies her ways if
\nso he may prevail
Even for an hour and she work out his will; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough endowed with the
\nfaculty of the conscious mind that enables him to rise above the hold
\nof Nature under proper conditions, the soul is still dogged by
\nelements like vitality, the material body etc. that continue to be in
\nsubjection to Nature-Thus he is constantly held back and is under the
\npressure of the will of Nature. Yet he uses the power of mental
\ndiscrimination to probe into the methods of Nature so that he may
\nutilise them for his own purpose, however subtly, however briefly. He
\nworks through the instrumentation of Nature by an apparent attunement
\ninducing her to execute his will as her own.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>She
\nFeigns<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nmakes of her his moment passion\u00e2\u0080\u0099s serf:
To obey she feigns, she
\nfollows her creature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lead:
For him she was made, lives only
\nfor his use. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus does the soul, the
\nPurusha, get Nature to fulfill his own impulsions which are swift and
\nintense coming as they do from his imperative will. In executing hi:
\nwill, Nature appears to follow and obey her owl subject; she plays
\nthe role of a subordinate and seem to put herself always at his
\nservice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Yet
\nher Slave<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nconquering her, then is he most her slave;
He is her dependent,
\nall his means are hers;
Nothing without her he can, she rules him
\nstill. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis again proves to be
\nonly an appearance. For even when he makes Nature carry out his will,
\nit is Nature that wins. He has not only to obtain her consent but to
\ndepend upon her energies and her faculties to execute his will. He
\ncan move only through her. Even though he has attained a degree of
\ntranscendence with the development of the mental faculties, Nature
\nstill dominates by virtue of the indispensability of her means.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Face
\nof Deity<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nlast he wakes to a memory of Self:
He sees within the face of
\ndeity,
The Godhead breaks out through the human mould: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the evolutionary
\ndevelopment reaches certain maturity, the individual becomes aware of
\nthe, true core of his Self within. The knowledge of this Self of his,
\nso far concealed behind the many veils of Ignorance, arises into his
\nawareness. He sees that within there is a God-head of whom he is a
\nprojection in the manifestation that is in progression. The divinity
\nembedded in man comes into articulate expression.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nMate<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nhighest heights she unmasks and is his mate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the Purusha, the soul,
\ncomes to realise his true, inner character\u00e2\u0080\u0094a specific formation of
\nthe one, free Self- then Nature too begins to show her true
\nsignificance. She unveils her workings on the higher altitudes of
\nexistence\u00e2\u0080\u0094however much concealed in the mechanics of the Process
\nthey, may be at the lower levels\u00e2\u0080\u0094and reveals herself as but a
\ncompanion of the Soul, not his ruler.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Robot<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTill
\nthen he is a plaything in her game;
Her seeming regent, yet her
\nfancy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s toy,
A living robot moved by her energy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s springs,
\n
He acts as in the movements of a dream,
An automaton stepping
\nin the grooves of Fate,
He stumbles on driven by her whip of
\nForce: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTill this moment of
\nawakening to the reality of his own Self and assuming his rightful
\nposition in the world-game as a partner of Nature, the soul plays a
\nsubordinate role. Nature moves him at will. It is only in appearance
\nthat he is the master of his own actions; actually and to all effects
\nhe functions as a puppet in her hands; it is her energies that
\nactivate him and he moves and acts helplessly under their pressure,
\ngoverned by the determination of the operative forces. He is pushed
\naround by Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nForce<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nthought labours, a bullock in Time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fields;
His will he thinks
\nhis own, is shaped in her forge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan imagines that the
\nfaculty of thinking with which he is endowed makes him the master of
\nNature. Actually his thought, such as it is, is only an imperfect
\ntoiler in quest of knowledge and the power it yields, and it is tied
\nto an unimaginable extent by the chains of Nature. Its direction,
\nspeed, output are governed by the triple Nature on which it is based.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSimilarly he thinks his
\nwill is a power of his own which he can wield as he chooses. But this
\nwill too is built up and shaped by the labours of Nature in
\nevolution; the character of the will and its strength are largely
\nwhat has been formed by the stress of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nWill<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObedient
\nto World-Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dumb control,
Driven by his own formidable
\nPower,
His chosen partner in a titan game
Her will he has
\nmade the master of his fate,
Her whim the dispenser of his
\npleasure and pain; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUniversal Nature exercises
\nher own indirect, yet effectively real, control over the course of
\nthe individual soul in its life-evolution. Besides this, the soul has
\nto bear the impact of the forces of his own nature. He is driven on
\nthe roads of life by this nature who is supposed to be his companion
\nin the world-play but in actuality turns out to be a despot who wills
\nwhat course he shall follow and who decides according to her moods
\nwhether he shall have the joy of life or its grief. And that position
\nshe has been able to assume because of his initial assent to her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Her
\nRegal Power<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nhas sold himself into her regal power
For any blow or boon that
\nshe may choose: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn surrendering the
\ninitiative to her, in submitting himself to her Will, the only return
\nhe seeks is what she may choose to give him. The return may be
\npleasurable or it may be painful in the common run of life, but he
\nreceives it in the spirit of the game.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Bliss
\nof Experience (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nin what is suffering to our sense,
He feels the sweetness of her
\nmastering touch,
In all experience meets her blissful hands; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan receives contacts from
\nthe universe through the senses. The senses are very limited in their
\nrange – governed as they are by the too physical nature of their
\ninstrumental organs – and they react to impacts in a superficial way
\nand this becomes a habit. As one shifts the centre of one’s
\nconsciousness from the sense-dominated surface being and goes deeper
\ntowards the soul within, the reactions are found to undergo changes.
\nThat is because the soul is not affected by what is painful to the
\nsenses nor excited by what is pleasurable to them. The soul takes the
\nrasa of essential delight from all experiences and as one approaches
\nthe soul-level, one sees and feels this truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe soul draws the joy and
\nbliss of each experience brought to him by Nature though it may be
\nexperienced by the outer senses as pain or suffering. To him each
\nimpact of life is an occasion to feel the touch of delight from the
\nfulfilling and dominating Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Bliss
\nof Experience (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nhis heart he bears the happiness of her tread
And the surprise of
\nher arrival\u00e2\u0080\u0099s joy
In each event and every moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is vigilant and greets
\neach experience in life, every event in the flow of Time as an
\nopportunity to meet Nature through her workings and to derive joy
\nfrom the contact. His being stands ever exposed to receive the
\ndelight of her touch through the thousand circumstances thrown up by
\nher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nRejoices in Her<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nshe can do is marvellous in his sight:
He revels in her, a
\nswimmer in her sea,
A tireless amateur of her world-delight,
He
\nrejoices in her every thought and act
And gives consent to all
\nthat she can wish;
Whatever she desires he wills to be: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Soul, the Purusha, is
\nnot an indifferent witness to the doings of Nature, Prakriti. He is
\nclosely identified with her and takes active interest and joy in her
\nworkings at all the levels of existence, body, life, mind and others.
\nHe throws himself with gusto into the current of her pouring energies
\nand draws ceaseless delight from their workings. He assents readily
\nto her willings and participates without reserve in her various
\nactivities.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>His
\nEndless Birth<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSpirit, the innumerable One
He has left behind his lone eternity,
\n
He is an endless birth in endless Time,
Her finite\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nmultitude in an infinite space. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit, the Soul is
\nindeed essentially one. But he is a One that has become the Many
\nwithout ever ceasing to be the One basically. In embarking upon this
\nWorld-Play, he has assumed the role of the Many, leaving his oneness
\nin the background. The Eternal is pouring himself in Time without
\nend; the Infinite Being casts himself into innumerable becomings that
\nconstitute the teeming finites in charge of Nature in this indefinite
\nextension that is Space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn becoming the many in the
\nfield of manifestation, the one subjects himself to the rule and
\nregulation of Nature at work.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Hide
\nand Seek<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmaster of existence lurks in us
And plays at hide and seek with
\nhis own Force;
In Nature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s instrument loiters secret God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach individual existence
\nis the play-field for the game of the Lord and his Self-Power who
\nbetween them both put forth the Delight of manifestation. Both are
\nalways present in every vibration though the presence of the Purusha
\nmay be obscured by the activity of the Prakriti. Whether he is
\nperceived or not, the divine Purusha is ever there behind whatever
\nveils there may be of the executive Prakriti; the Prakriti is, in
\nfact, an instrument for the effectuation of the Will of the Purusha.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nField<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nImmanent lives in man as in his house;
He has made the universe
\nhis pastime\u00e2\u0080\u0099s field,
A vast gymnasium of his works of might. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Purusha fills
\nall with his Being. He does not merely create and leave the creation
\nto itself; creating, says the Upanishad, He enters into it. This
\nImmanent Purusha dwells in man as his individual station. He embraces
\nthe universe as his rightful field for the play of his will for
\nmanifestation-The universe provides the arena for the display of his
\nemerging powers as also for the revelations of greater statures of
\nhimself in the evolution in progress.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nAccepts Contraries (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll-knowing
\nhe accepts our darkened state,
Divine, wears shapes of animal or
\nman;
Eternal, he assents to Fate and Time,
Immortal, dallies
\nwith mortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being who has
\nchosen to manifest on his material Earth has accepted the conditions
\nhere though they are totally contrary to his innate nature.
\nOmniscient, he consents to be in a state of obscurity, Ignorance;
\ndivine, he puts on Infra-divine forms of various types e.g. animal,
\nhuman etc. in the course of this evolution; beyond Time, utterly free
\nin his infinity, he lets himself be measured in terms of Time and
\nbound by the determination of cosmic forces; immortal in being and
\nconsciousness, he plays with the circumstances of decay and death on
\nthe earth-scene.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nAccepts Contraries (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAll-Conscious ventured into Ignorance,
The All-Blissful bore to
\nbe insensible. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being is
\nself-aware and all-aware. His is a natural state of complete
\nKnowledge of Oneness; but here on Earth, for purposes of evolutionary
\nmanifestation, he has risked taking on a state of Ignorance bereft of
\nKnowledge and searching for Knowledge. Similarly the Divine Being is
\ninnately blissful, blissful in himself and blissful in all that he
\nputs forth, yet here he has accepted a condition devoid of all
\nsensibility, the very opposite of his natural blissful state.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Drinks
\nExperience<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIncarnate
\nin a world of strife and pain,
He puts on joy and sorrow like a
\nrobe
And drinks experience like a strengthening wine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough essentially
\nblissful, the divine Purusha, the soul that descends into this world
\nof Ignorance and consequent division, struggle and pain, accepts to
\nclothe himself in a nature that swings between contraries and reacts
\nnow with pleasure, now with grief. Pleasure and pain are not the
\ninherent values of the soul, but they are the characteristics of
\nevolution in Ignorance during an interim period when the
\nconsciousness is gradually awaking to a self-awareness and till it
\nbecomes fully all-aware. The soul can discard them when it so wills.
\nHowever, it has chosen to have the experience of life in all its
\nshades and vicissitudes for only so can it grow in evolution,
\nnourished and increased by the essence of each experience. Each
\nexperience yields its rasa to the soul and the soul, feeding upon it,
\ndevelops its strength and stature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Individual<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nwhose transcendence rules the pregnant Vasts,
Prescient now
\ndwells in our subliminal depths,
A luminous individual Power,
\nalone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being who
\ntranscends and commands the infinites of his vast creation which
\ncontains the seeds of all that is to blossom, stations himself here
\nin the individual man as the soul in the depths of his being which
\nare not normally accessible to his surface awareness. This individual
\nDivine dwells in each, luminous in form and power, foreknowing in
\nconsciousness, apart from the purushas of mind, life and body that
\nare involved in the currents of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Force
\nin the Alone<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAbsolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has called out of the Silence
\nhis mute Force
Where she lay in the featureless and formless hush
\n
Guarding from Time by her immobile sleep
The ineffable
\npuissance of his solitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Supreme Being in his
\nhighest status above all movement and form is the Absolute. He is the
\nOne without a second. His Being, however, is not mere existence. He
\nis the Existent who contains in himself his Self-Power which can be
\nput out into action at his will or withdrawn from it. When this
\nConscious-Power, Chit-Shakti, is at rest in his Being, there is no
\nactivity, no movement, no formulation of any kind. All is silent,
\nstatic, the Alone is-The potency is held self-gathered in his being.
\nOnly the Para Siva is there. One, immutable, without any form,
\nindeterminate. It is only when he chooses to manifest that he summons
\nhis Power out of himself and lets her call out of the immensity of
\nhis being the truths to be formulated and worked out in the Creation
\nthat she builds for the purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Entered
\ninto Space<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAbsolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has entered with his silence
\ninto space: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the Supreme wills to
\nmanifest and his Power moves into action, he goes forth with her in
\nan appropriate self-formulation – Shiva-Shakti. His infinity
\ndetermines itself for purposes of creation into a suitable
\nself-extension that is called Space. In entering into this state of
\nmanifestation, however, he carries in himself his innate status of
\nSilence that bases all movement, all action.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Lives
\nin All<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nhas fashioned these countless persons of one self;
He lives in
\nall, who lived in his Vast alone; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFrom his One Being have
\nissued all these million beings, like sparks from a Fire, says the
\nUpanishad. They are all emanations of the Divine Being, basically one
\nwith him, formed of one common stuff. He creates all from his own
\nbeing and he dwells in each form thus created. Thus it comes to be
\nthat the Divine who is alone, eka eva, in his infinite Being prior to
\nthe manifestation, becomes the Many bahu sy\u00c4\u0081m, in his
\nself-formulation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Time
\nand Space<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSpace
\nis himself and Time is only he. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTime and Space in which
\nthis Creation is weft and woven are not conditions imposed by Maya on
\nthe Divine Being. They are particular forms taken by the Being in his
\nmovement of manifestation. The Eternal unrolls himself, and this
\nformulation as self duration is Time. The Infinite spreads himself,
\nand this formulation as self-extension is Space. Both Time and Space
\nare terms of the Divine in manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Our
\nSecret Self<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAbsolute, the Perfect, the Immune,
One who is in us as our secret
\nself, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being is indeed
\nthe Absolute who is the highest that can be conceived and also who is
\nbeyond all conception. He transcends all that is created and is
\nineffable. Yet this Transcendent, this Absolute, dwells in us, in
\neach individual, as the self, the secret core around which all being
\nis organised. This self is not patent to the physical eye not
\npalpable to the normal awareness of man; it is veiled by the several
\nlayers of ignorance of instrumental nature. It is there in the depths
\nof the being, in the cavern of the heart, the h\u00c5\u0097d-guh\u00c4\u0081.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Human
\nand Divine<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nmask of imperfection has assumed,
He has made this tenement of
\nflesh his own,
His image in the human measure cast
That to
\nhis divine measure we might rise; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Perfect One has
\naccepted to put on the cloak of Imperfection that human nature is.
\nHe, the Spirit, as the Self, has inhabited this material body. He,
\nthe Divine Being, has shaped himself into the human mould in order to
\npressurise the human to grow into the image of the Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is by the presence of
\nthe Divine’s Love in this world of imperfection and his full
\nacceptance of the load of Ignorance and the labour of its
\ntransformation\u00e2\u0080\u009e that man can at all hope to change and human nature
\ngrow into divine Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Recast
\nof Man<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nin a figure of divinity
The Maker shall recast us and impose
A
\nplan of godhead on the mortal\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mould
Lifting our finite minds
\nto his infinite,
Touching the moment with eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen man reaches a
\nsufficient degree of evolution where the human nature is ready to
\npass into the divine, the Creator sets to work through the Ribhus,
\nthe divine Artisans of Immortality, who separate and reconstitute the
\nelements of his humanity into a divine whole, give it a form and a
\nstamp that turn man into a god. In the process the limited mind and
\nits faculties are uplifted to this larger and truer term in the
\nunbounded Truth-Consciousness above the cosmic Ignorance; the
\nworkings of Time undergo a rapid change with the opening of the
\nConsciousness to the influx of the Eternal, mortality begins to be
\ndisplaced by immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Debt
\nto the Supreme<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ntransfiguration is earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s due to heaven:
A mutual debt binds
\nman to the Supreme:
His nature we must put on as he put ours;
We
\nare sons of God and must be even as he:
His human portion, we
\nmust grow divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven and Earth, God and
\nMan, are not two different and opposite entities. They are, in truth
\ninterconnected with each other. The Earth is a projection of Heaven;
\nMan, a creation, an ema, nation, a form of God. God takes birth on
\nearth in human form, puts on human nature as a part of the
\nManifestation. The higher presents itself as the lower, It is
\nincumbent on the lower to grow into the higher, on Man who derives
\nfrom God to rise into the nature and form of God, on Earth to emerge
\ninto the truth of Heaven. If God descends as Man, Man must needs
\nascend into God. The holocaust of the Supreme calls for an answering
\nresponse of self-giving and self-transmutation of the Earth-Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Paradox<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nlife is a paradox with God for key. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe life of man is a field
\nof contraries. There is a ceaseless clash of forces and each event is
\nan outcome of such friction. There is a reign of dualities all round:
\nthe good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, strength and
\nweakness, light and obscurity, knowledge and ignorance, life and
\ndeath, are all in perpetual combat, each claiming man for its
\ndominion. It is a gigantic puzzle which, however, has a solution. And
\nthat solution lies in recovering one’s identity with the Divine
\nConsciousness which is at the base of all and reconciles all
\nopposites in its oneness. Once man finds his entry into this
\nConsciousness, the Self, the Spirit, the contraries turn into
\ncomplementaries and reveal themselves as various elements of a
\ngrowing Harmony in the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Shadow
\nand Myth<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nmeanwhile all is a shadow cast by a dream
And to the musing and
\nimmobile Spirit
Life and himself don the aspect of a myth,
The
\nburden of a long unmeaning tale. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTill, however, the key to
\nthe paradox of life is found in the attainment of the Divine
\nConsciousness, all has the appearance of an unsubstantial dream. To
\nthe witness, the consciousness that stands aloof and regards all, the
\nwhole world looks baseless; both the seer and the seen strike as
\nunreal; the entire movement appears interminable and without any
\nsignificance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Key
\nis Hid<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthe key is hid and by the Inconscient kept;
The secret God
\nbeneath the threshold dwells. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife is meaningless to one
\nwho does not know the purpose behind it, who lacks the means to probe
\ninto its mystery. The key to the solution of the problem of life is
\nnot to be found on the super-faces that are scanned by the limited
\nmind of man. It is concealed in the depths of the being which are not
\nfathomable by the mind; it is far below the levels of existence of
\nwhich man is conscious. There in the Inconscient region, far below
\nthe floor of awareness, dwells the Spirit, the involved
\nTruth-Consciousness, God who impels and guides the movement on its
\nright course from his nether chamber. He holds the Plan and the
\nSecret.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Body
\nObscures<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a
\nbody obscuring the immortal Spirit <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe physical body that we
\nsee is not the whole of man. It is only the material front and base
\nof the larger being of many parts that he is. Actually that body is
\nthe organisation of life-force, leading both body and life is the
\nmind. Beyond the mind, behind the subtle organism of the
\nmind-life-body complex is the Divine Spirit supporting all, immortal
\nin nature, luminous in form. This Spirit, however, is veiled by
\nseveral layers of Ignorance that overlay it, the material structure
\nbeing the grossest of them all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Inner
\nResident (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nnameless Resident vesting unseen powers,
With Matter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shapes
\nand motives beyond thought
And the hazard of an unguessed
\nconsequence, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit that dwells in
\neach body is the Divine Individual stationed in the heart-centre,
\nh\u00c5\u0097dde\u00c5\u009be. He is a Conscious Being to whom no designation can apply.
\nHe organises the life-evolution in progress summoning for the purpose
\nhigher and subtler powers in the cosmos, providing them with
\ninstrumental organs in the physical body, activating them with
\nimpulsions that the limited mind cannot divine, and giving them a
\ncertain freedom to work out their possibilities whose results cannot
\nalways be anticipated.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Inner
\nResident (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nomnipotent indiscernible Influence,
He sits, unfelt by the form
\nin which he lives
And veils his knowledge by the groping mind. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Indweller is
\nall-powerful as he is instinct with his Self-Force which is
\ninalienable from him. Yet, he does not make himself or his Power
\novertly patent. He reigns only through his influence which percolates
\nthrough the various instrumentations in the being of man. He cannot
\nbe easily experienced or felt, shut in as he is by the opaque veils
\nor sheaths that thickly envelop one another. What man normally feels
\nto be himself is but the shadow-self, the Ego. The real Person is
\ndeep within, inaccessible to the outer intelligence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe is naturally conscious
\nof all; his Knowledge is born of Truth-awareness, but he withholds
\nthat full Knowledge from the instrumental being until it is developed
\nenough to hold and exercise it. Till then it is the limited mind with
\nits tentative essayings at knowledge that rules. The real, effortless
\nKnowledge waits within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Inner
\nResident (III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwanderer in a world his thoughts have made,
He turns in a
\nchiaroscuro of error and truth
To find a wisdom that on high is
\nhis. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe seeks for Knowledge in
\nthe domain of Mind created by himself by his ideations. He wanders in
\nthis world of changing error and truth, where error overwhelms the
\ntruth that seeks to express itself and truth displaces the reigning
\nerror in a seemingly endless combat, searching for a Knowledge which
\nhe already possesses on the heights of his own being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nSearches (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\none forgetting he searches for himself;
As if he had lost an
\ninner light he seeks:
As a sojourner lingering amid alien scenes
\n
He journeys to a home he knows no more. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEmerging from the
\ninvolution in Matter, the Individual struggles to affirm himself; he
\ntries to recover his own identity which has been put behind in the
\nprocess of the involution; he gropes for external knowledge in the
\nabsence of the light of inner Knowledge which has been covered up by
\nthe obscurities of material evolution. He feels himself lost in
\nsurroundings that are foreign to his innate nature and presses on to
\nreturn to his native station in the Spirit of which, however, he has
\nlost direct contact and effective Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nSearches (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nown self\u00e2\u0080\u0099s truth he seeks who is the Truth; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Individual undergoes
\nall the travail of evolutionary struggle in order to find and attain
\nto that which he himself is, the truth. He battles with the negations
\nthat attempt to bar his way; he gains experience after experience,
\nassimilates and grows in stature in furtherance of this end-But all
\nthe while he forgets that he himself is the Truth of truths, satyasya
\nsatyam, the supreme Transcendent who has poised himself as the
\nIndividual in the play of his manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Player-Play<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe Player who became the play,
He is the Thinker who became the
\nthought; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis World-play goes on in
\nthe very Being of the Divine. The Divine extends himself and provides
\nthe stage for the Play of manifestation which itself is an unrolling
\nof the potentialities in himself. He is the Player who enacts the
\nPlay of his own becoming in his own Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is again he who
\nperceives the truths to be manifested and conceives the Idea which
\nrenders them into terms of Thought on their way to execution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne and Many<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe many who was the silent One. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn his own home, sve dame,
\nthe Divine Being is indeed One, but he is not limited to his oneness.
\nFor the manifestation that he has projected he becomes the Many,
\nwithout ever ceasing to be the One. For the Many exist and function
\non the base of this common oneness. The multitudinous expression
\noccurs on the bosom of a primal Silence. Like sparks from a Fire -as
\nthe Upanishad describes\u00e2\u0080\u0094the Many have issued out of the One.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Miracles
\nof Himself<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe symbol figures of the cosmic Force
And in her living and
\ninanimate signs
And in her complex tracery of events
He
\nexplores the ceaseless miracle of himself, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll the workings of the
\nForce in operation in the universe, whether they figure a secret
\ndesign, whether they express themselves in forms moving or unmoving
\nor whether they gather and effectuate themselves in happenings and
\nevents that cannot all be foreseen and fixed in order, are really
\ncontinuing affirmations of the creative Divine Being in conditions
\nthat are quite the opposite of his innate nature of omniscience,
\nomnipotence and bliss. The Individual scans these bewildering
\nphenomena in order to find their significance and issue, phenomena
\nwhich are, in fact, precipitations of his own greater Self that has
\ncome abroad as paryag\u00c4\u0081t.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Thousandfold
\nEnigma<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTill
\nthe thousandfold enigma has been solved
In the single light of an
\nall-witnessing Soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis multiplicity of life,
\nthis endless play of forces and beings in the universe, presents a
\nproblem which the human mind cannot solve. Each explanation devised
\nby it turns out to be partial and liable to be contradicted by
\nanother. This continues till the real key to the problem is found in
\nthe One that is at the root of the Many. There is One Self. One Soul
\nthat is at the base of All’ regarding All in play. When one realises
\nthis consciousness of the One Self and looks at the multitudinous
\nuniverse in the perspective of that One Self, there is no more any
\nmystery. All is seen to be the varied play of the one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Compact<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas his compact with his mighty mate,
For love of her and joined
\nto her for ever
To follow the course of Time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eternity, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen the Divine wills to
\nmanifest, it poises itself into Two, Shiva and Shakti, Soul and
\nNature, and the creative movement proceeds on these two wheels. The
\nTwo are never separated whatever the appearance at certain stages of
\nthe process. They are freely bound to each other. Each is only
\nconscious of identity with the other and each partners the other in
\nthis self-pouring of the Eternal in terms of Time. Both share one
\nSupreme Will amidst all the vicissitudes of the manifestation in
\nprogress.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Masked
\nIdea<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmid
\nmagic dramas of her sudden moods
And the surprises of her masked
\nIdea
And the vicissitudes of her vast caprice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe course of Nature, the
\nPower that is at work in the Cosmos, is not always predictable. There
\nare movements that are totally unexpected, turn-backs, zig-zags,
\ntentative trials, ups and downs, all of which give the appearance of
\nmoods, of unaccountable fancies on the part of Nature. But in truth,
\nnothing is done on caprice; the surprises are only for the mind that
\ncannot see beyond the surfaces of things. There is an impelling
\nTruth-Idea behind every movement in Nature; the Truth that embodies
\nitself in the Idea for its self-expression veils itself in the
\nprocesses of Nature. All has a purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Spirit
\nand Matter<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTwo
\nseem his goals, yet ever are they one
And gaze at each other over
\nbourneless Time;
Spirit and Matter are their end and source. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStarting on his career of
\nmanifestation, the Divine Being moves from the infinities of the
\nSpirit native to him and through a process of self-finitising arrives
\nat Matter which is the terminus, as it were, of the formulation of
\nthe finite. From the finite Matter, he aims to journey back to the
\ninfinite Spirit. Spirit and Matter are thus the two ends of the
\nmanifestation which span the endless spread of Time. From the station
\nof the Spirit, Matter appears as the goal even as from Matter, Spirit
\nappears as the destination. Both of them, however, are not two
\nseparate opposites. They are truly two self-statements of the same
\nOne for the purpose of manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Mariner
\non Secret Ocean<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nseeker of hidden meanings in life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s forms,
Of the great
\nMother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wide uncharted will
And the rude enigma of her
\nterrestrial ways
He is the explorer and the mariner
On a
\nsecret inner ocean without bourne: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Being in
\nevolution journeys across the waters of infinite Consciousness that
\nis outspread beneath the surface of the physical universe. He travels
\non the route that is provided and progressively revealed by the
\nExecutrix whose ways in furtherance of the Earth’s objective are
\nincalculable. He grows by learning\u00e2\u0080\u0094by experience\u00e2\u0080\u0094the truth behind
\nevents and the truths that are embodied in forms; for each form is
\nensouled by a truth that seeks expression through that figuration.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Magic
\nEarth<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\nthe adventurer and cosmologist
Of a magic earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s obscure
\ngeography. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe earth is not just an
\nexpanse of physical Matter. It is a source and field of the
\nmanifestation of varied principles of existence e.g. life, mind,
\npsychic etc. It is a divinely activated planet containing in its womb
\nimmense potentialities which are emerging in the course of
\nevolution\u00e2\u0080\u0094evolution being its unique characteristic. More and more
\nof the history, the constitution, the lay-out of its components and
\nthe direction of its movement are being revealed to the intelligence
\nof man as his knowledge grows. The Divine Being in evolution leads in
\nthis adventure and acquires growing knowledge of his field leading to
\neventual mastery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Material
\nOrder<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher material order\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fixed design
Where all seems sure and even
\nwhen changed, the same, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature has several orders
\nof existence, each with its unique character. Of these the physical
\norganisation is distinguished by its law of fixity. Forms are
\ndefinite, processes run in settled grooves; a kind of mathematical
\nworking is seen in its movements. Events and changes generally lend
\nthemselves to sure anticipations. Even when unforeseen changes are
\nseen to take place at times, the pattern on the whole continues
\nunchanged. Local variations do not affect the general scheme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Life-Stream<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nthough the end is left for ever unknown
And ever unstable is
\nlife\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shifting flow,
His paths are found for him by silent
\nfate; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNone knows precisely what
\nis the end or when is the end – if there is one – of this
\nworld-movement. The life-stream is never even; the pressure of its
\ncurrents varies from time to time, from place to place; it changes
\nits course. All the same, the paths for the evolving Soul across the
\nchanging terrains towards a goal, unperceived are forged by a secret
\nWill operating through all the vicissitudes of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Tempting
\nLands<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nstations in the ages\u00e2\u0080\u0099 weltering flood
Firm lands appear that
\ntempt and stay awhile,
Then new horizons lure the mind\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nadvance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this venture across the
\nendless waters of life there come into view islands of mental
\nstandards and idealisms that beckon the weary traveller to break
\njourney and settle down. But the evolving soul cannot rest
\npermanently on these islets. They prove to be, in course of time,
\nonly temporary resting places, for soon they go under. New
\ndestinations raise their heads and the mind of man is irresistibly
\ndrawn towards them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>No
\nTerminus<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\ncomes no close to the finite\u00e2\u0080\u0099s boundlessness,
There is no last
\ncertitude in which thought can pause
And no terminus of the
\nsoul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s experience. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus the journey of the
\nsoul embodied in finite form goes on and on. Though the form is
\nlimited in structure, there is indeed no limit to the soul’s
\nexpanding consciousness, no finale to its movements. The thinking
\nmind can. never be contained by any formations since the truth it
\nseeks for constantly escapes the formula of thought. There is no
\nfinis either to the experience by which the soul grows in
\nconsciousness and stature; the field is ever extending and infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Call
\nof Perfection<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlimit, a farness never wholly reached,
An unattained perfection
\ncalls to him
From distant boundaries in the Unseen: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is no end to the
\nexperiences to which the soul is drawn. In the spiritual evolution
\nundertaken by the soul, there is no limit to growth because the
\nperfection that is striven for always eludes the grasp. As one
\nperceived height of perfection is attained, another height comes into
\nview from the thitherto unperceived vasts of Existence. Each
\nperfection becomes relative and the Quest moves on.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Long
\nBeginning<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlong beginning only has been made. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat has been achieved so
\nfar by Nature who is in charge of the Evolution of the world is just
\nthe beginning. All the slow, aeonic labours of Nature have only
\nsucceeded in bringing the soul from its original swoon in
\ninconscience to the present stage of self-awareness. The soul stands
\nawakened and in a position to pursue its course of growth at its own
\ndirection. The real character of the evolution is beginning to reveal
\nitself Only now: from an unconscious evolution into a conscious
\nevolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Voyager
\nof Eternity<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the sailor on the flow of Time,
This is World-Matter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s slow
\ndiscoverer,
Who, launched into this small corporeal birth,
Has
\nlearnt his craft in tiny bays of self,
But dares at last
\nunplumbed infinitudes,
A voyager upon eternity\u00e2\u0080\u0099s seas. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe soul, the Divine in
\nEvolution, works in the changing conditions of the past, present and
\nfuture -constituting the duration of Time\u00e2\u0080\u0094, gets to know more and
\nmore of his material field and gains gradual control over it. When
\nthe soul takes the physical embodiment, he is at first tentative in
\nhis movements and confines himself to limited venture in keeping with
\nhis still undeveloped instrumenta faculties. In due course, however,
\nas he grows and becomes accustomed to the conditions of life, he
\nextends his operations, spreads his sails and boldly sets out of his
\nfar-out journey across the endless vasts of the Eternal in
\nmanifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Initial
\nStart<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nhis world-adventure\u00e2\u0080\u0099s crude initial start
Behold him ignorant
\nof his godhead\u00e2\u0080\u0099s force,
Timid initiate of its vast design. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt the outset of his
\nterrestrial adventure – to manifest the Divine in conditions of
\ncontrariety -the soul is imprisoned, as it were, in a total
\nInconscience. His Consciousness is completely obscured and he is not
\nactively aware of his own divine nature and its inherent force.
\nConsequently he neither possesses the Knowledge of the immense plan
\nof evolution nor is he sure of his steps as he moves ahead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nHugs the Shore<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nexpert captain of a fragile craft,
A trafficker in small
\nimpermanent wares,
At first he hugs the shore and shuns the
\nbreadths,
Dares not to affront the far-off perilous main. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the first stages of his
\njourney on the sea of life, the soul confines his precarious
\nembodiment to the shallow and narrow waters of physical existence. He
\nis occupied with the small, local and fleeting interests of this
\nmaterial life and is loath to extend his sight and move into the
\nlarger waters that beckon him. He is unsure of the depths and
\ncurrents of the vital, the mental and other orders of life and would
\nrather play in the safe and accustomed waters of physical life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>No
\nHazards<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe in
\na petty coastal traffic plies,
His pay doled out from port to
\nneighbour port,
Content with his safe round\u00e2\u0080\u0099s unchanging
\ncourse,
He hazards not the new and the unseen. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt this stage, of his early
\nbeginnings in the course of human evolution, the soul keeps to a
\nlimited range. His nature is governed almost entirely by the physical
\nmind in whose mechanical grooves all his movements turn. He is
\ncontent to live and exert in his habitual rounds. The aims are not
\nhigh, the returns secured quick and brief, the contentments small.
\nThe nature is too dull and inert to go outside the safe zone it has
\nfixed for itself within the orbit of the sense-mind. It will not
\nventure into what is beyond the physically sensible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Larger
\nSeas<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnow he hears the sound of larger seas. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwidening world calls him to distant scenes
And journeyings in a
\nlarger vision\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arc
And peoples unknown and still unvisited
\nshores. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan, however, does not stay
\nconfined to his first narrow physical rounds for long. As he
\nstabilises himself and grows more and more confident, the soul’s need
\nfor growth and expansion expresses itself in his looking for larger
\nambits of experience. He awakes to the larger worlds of feelings,
\nemotions, dynamisms and thoughts extending beyond his tiny physical
\nislet and begins to participate in them, to shift his centre of
\nactivities to them. The physical man slowly turns into the vital man,
\nthe mental man, the aesthetic man etc. on his way to becoming the
\nspiritual man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Serves
\nthe World’s Commerce<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn a
\ncommissioned keel his merchant hull
Serves the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s commerce
\nin the riches of Time
Severing the foam of a great land-locked
\nsea <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan does not, indeed he
\ncannot, live by himself alone. Nature forces him to act and react to
\nthe universal life around him. Consciously or unconsciously he
\nparticipated in the general movement and, in the measure of his
\noutput of energies, contributes to the progression that is
\nmanifesting on earth. He breaks out of his initial scaffoldings of
\nthe physical sense-based, self-centred existence and plays his part
\nin the larger life-development around and above. Individually he
\ngrows in stature by adding more dimensions to his being; collectively
\nhe furthers the evolution of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Transient
\nSplendours<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nreach unknown harbour lights in distant climes
And open markets
\nfor life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s opulent arts,
Rich bales, carved statuettes, hued
\ncanvases,
And jewelled toys brought for an infant\u00e2\u0080\u0099s play
And
\nperishable products of hard toil
And transient splendours won and
\nlost by the days. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttracted by the thrills of
\nthe workings of life-energies, the satisfactions yielded by efforts
\nat self-affirmation, the honeyed delights of passions and emotions,
\nthe securities and elegances of systems erected laboriously by
\nthought\u00e2\u0080\u0094however, brief in their reign as each one is soon replaced
\nby another\u00e2\u0080\u0094man strives to extend his empire in as many directions
\nas possible. The fact that most of these gains are fleeting does not
\ndeter him; their glamour and pleasure is satisfying to his still
\nundeveloped being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Close
\nto Coasts<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\npassing through a gate of pillar-rocks,
Venturing not yet to
\ncross oceans unnamed
And journey into a dream of distances
He
\ntravels close to unfamiliar coasts
And finds new haven in
\nstorm-troubled isles, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough he leaves his base,
\nhe sets out on his adventures tentatively and his course is neither
\nsteady nor sure. He has to negotiate rough and uneven edges in his
\ntransit from the grossly material to the less tangible domains; he is
\nwary of spaces that are not yet charted and made known and does not
\ngo too far beyond safe limits He keeps within the reach of sure
\nterrain even when he travels on new routes and tends to halt in
\nmid-way stations however inadequate they may be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Compass
\nof Thought<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr,
\nguided by a sure compass in his thought,
He plunges through a
\nbright haze that hides the stars,
Steering on the trade-routes of
\nIgnorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe guiding compass needle
\nfor man in his voyage from the base in material Inconscience to the
\nplenary Consciousness of the Spirit across the belts of Ignorance is,
\nfor a long time, his thinking intelligence. Led by this mind he makes
\nhis way through its dubious glow that shuts off the natural guiding
\nlights on the spiritual horizons of his being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Turns
\nto the Eternal<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nprow pushes towards undiscovered shores,
He chances on unimagined
\ncontinents:
A seeker of the islands of the Blest,
He leaves
\nthe last lands, crosses the ultimate seas,
He turns to eternal
\nthings his symbol quest; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn his search for secure
\ndwellings of felicity, the traveller comes upon realms which he had
\nnot known before; he gets the joy of repeated discoveries, but he
\ndoes not tarry for long in these midway stations. He puts them behind
\nhim, continues his journey across the vasts that open before him and
\ntakes a decisive turn towards the Eternal. He seeks no further the
\njoys that are transient in the flow of time, he is arrested no more
\nby objectives that are only intermediary. He pursues only the Eternal
\neverywhere. The quest of man which is a spearhead of the quest of
\nNature, or rather of the Divine Being in finite Nature, for the
\nDivine in Infinity and Eternity, takes a firm direction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Life
\nChanges<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nchanges for him its time-constructed scenes,
Its images veiling
\ninfinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce this turn is taken
\ndecisively, all begins to change. The circumstances, the course of
\nhappenings take on a different hue. They no more oppress with their
\nusual local and immediate bearings. It is seen that they are only
\nappearances which conceal behind their deceptive surfaces the
\nworkings of greater truths of the Divine in manifestation. Behind the
\ncourse of time is the Will of the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Earth’s
\nBorders Recede<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nborders recede and the terrestrial air
Hangs round him no longer
\nits translucent veil. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs man advances in his
\nonward journey of evolution, the hard boundaries of Matter-rooted
\nearth-life are left behind and there is more freedom of movement,
\nmore and more facility for adaptation and progress natural to the
\nsubtler domain of existence. The downward pull of earthly gravitation
\nloses its force and the very atmosphere that he breathes is lighter
\nand purer; it does not cloud the consciousness as does the dense
\nearthly air.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>World\u00e2\u0080\u0099s
\nEnd and Beyond<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nhas crossed the limit of mortal thought and hope,
He has reached
\nthe world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s end and stares beyond;
The eyes of mortal body
\nplunge their gaze
Into Eyes that look upon eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA stage comes in the
\nevolutionary progression of man when he stands in his consciousness
\nat the utmost borders of the terrestrial world; human mind has
\nstretched to its extreme and looks beyond itself. It regards from its
\nsummit the Vasts that open out across the frontiers of mortality, the
\nunbounded Infinite and Eternal. Man is poised for a lead from the
\nmortal into the Immortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Greater
\nWorld to Explore<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngreater world Time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s traveller must explore. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan has journeyed across
\nthe aeons of Time to arrive at his present summit of achievement. He
\nhas probed into the mysteries of physical Nature, acquired
\nconsiderable control over her forces and is now coming to the
\nfarthest limits of the finite world in which he lives and moves.
\nGreater domains stretch in front of him calling his spirit to cross
\ninto them. The journey ends not at the borders of this limited
\nterrestrial world a larger, boundless world is there beyond and this
\ntoo man, the explorer of the Infinite, must dare.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nUnknown Nears<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nlast he hears a chanting on the heights
And the far speaks and
\nthe unknown grows near: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe realms beyond are not
\nmerely glimpsed; they summon him, who is ready in his consciousness,
\nto breathe on their altitudes. Their subtler vibrations impinge upon
\nhis being. He hears their notes of call in sounds\u00e2\u0080\u0094the celestial
\nn\u00c4\u0081da\u00e2\u0080\u0094that the sense-governed ear cannot catch. What was so far
\noutside the range of the normal workings of the mind now sails into
\nthe purview of the extended and newly awakened faculties.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>New
\nVision<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\ncrosses the boundaries of the unseen
And passes over the edge of
\nmortal sight
To a new vision of himself and things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot, the inner hearing
\nalone, but the inner eye also opens. Man begins to see domains of
\nexistence of which he had previously no sight. The limited physical
\nseeing is replaced by a larger, subtler vision and he sees himself
\nand all around him in a new light. Life takes on a new significance
\nin the context of the revelations that come upon him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Man
\na Spirit<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is
\na spirit in an unfinished world
That knows him not and cannot
\nknow itself: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan realises that his first
\nview of himself and the world was incomplete and errorful. He
\nperceives that this world, with all its imperfections and
\ninadequacies, is not a finished product and he himself is not wholly
\na creature of the material world. The world is a growing organism, an
\nevolving creation in which man – carrying in himself a life spark of
\nthe Spirit that is prior to and independent of Matter – plays the
\nleading part. Shrouded in Ignorance the world is not conscious of its
\nown character and purpose, nor is it aware of the right significance
\nof man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Deeper
\nMeanings<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsurface symbol of his goalless quest
Takes deeper meanings to his
\ninner view; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo the man involved in this
\nworld in Ignorance, life appears to have no definite purpose. All
\nactivities, all movements, seem mechanical. Life goes on till it is
\nswallowed up by death. In such a world the quest for happiness or any
\nother objective of a lasting kind is well nigh hopeless. But as man
\nemerges into the larger belts of Knowledge and inner Vision, this is
\nfound to be only a surface view. His life, his search, his goals, all
\nacquire a new significance: a purpose runs through all the movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Real
\nSearch<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nis a search of darkness for the light,
Of mortal life for
\nimmortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe real nature of his
\nquest, man comes to realise is the need to grow out of the darkness
\nof inconscience and ignorance into the light of Consciousness and
\nKnowledge. Man’s nature is beset with the legacy of the dense
\nobscurity of his beginnings in material inconscience and he seeks for
\nthe Light that dissolves the darkness. Similarly his life is
\nconstantly shadowed by death. Due to several factors deriving from
\nunconsciousness and ignorance, bodily life is shot with decay,
\ndisintegration and death. He seeks for a state that is free from
\nthese disabilities; mortal nature aspires for the immortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nLooks Out<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe vessel of an earthly embodiment
Over the narrow rails of
\nlimiting sense
He looks out on the magic waves of Time
Where
\nmind like a moon illumines the world\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dark. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfloat on the
\nquick-changing waters of Time in this universe is man in his boat of
\nthe physical body activised by life-force. He is confined to the
\nrange of his senses and sees and grasps as far as they will go. He is
\nendowed with a mind which feebly lights his way across the enveloping
\ndarkness of the world’s Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe body in which he
\njourneys is of limited duration; the senses which are his instruments
\nfor contact with the world are limited to their physical reach; the
\nmind which acts as his lamp in the perilous voyage through the dark
\nof the pervading Ignorance is but a feeble light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Retreating
\nShore<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis limned ever retreating from the eyes,
As if in a tenuous misty
\ndream-light drawn,
The outline of a dim mysterious shore. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs man travels forth
\nsetting sail, he glimpses vague figures of what appears to be his
\ndestination. His sight is hazy beyond the immediate range and all
\nthat he can see on the horizon is a dim outline. As he advances to
\nreach it, the figured shore also moves ahead. So the journey goes on
\nthe goal ever escaping his reach.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Sailor
\nfrom Matter to Spirit<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsailor on the Inconscient\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fathomless sea,
He voyages through
\na starry world of thought
On Matter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deck to a spiritual sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat is man. He is a
\nvoyager on the endless waters of life, on the bosom of a stark
\ninconscient extension of Matter. The ship in which he sails is of the
\nhard substance of Matter. His route lies through expanses that are
\nlit by tiny fragmentary specks of mental light. The destination is
\nthe lustrous Sun of the plenary Consciousness of the Truth spiritual
\nthat shines for ever.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Goal
\nBeyond<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\nthe noise and multitudinous cry,
Across the rapt unknowable
\nsilences,
Through a strange mid-world under supernal skies,
\n
Beyond earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s longitudes and latitudes,
His goal is fixed
\noutside all present maps. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe destined goal of man is
\nthere beyond the longest and the largest vistas of the earth-world
\nthat has been mapped out to a great extent by his intelligence. The
\nroute lies across the varied domains that stretch between the earth
\nand the destination beyond. It passes through the vital life-worlds
\nwith their hectic, chaotic and turbulent movements, the mental worlds
\nwith their innumerable thought-progeny clashing for supremacy and the
\nstill higher regions where all is still, all is suffused with states
\nof impregnable silence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Secret<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnone learns whither through the unknown he sails
Or what secret
\nmission the great Mother gave. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe destination is indeed
\nfixed, but man has no certain knowledge of it. He plies his little
\ncraft this way or that, allowing himself to be carried by any current
\nthat flows in the direction he is led. He does not know where he is
\ngoing. Neither is he conscious of the real objective of his
\nlife-journey in the welter of the many fleeting purposes that hold
\nhis attention and consume his energies on the route. There is a
\ndivinely appointed task for each one but man knows it not in his
\npresent state of ignorance; it awaits behind the evil its hour of
\nrevelation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Driven
\nby her Breath<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe hidden strength of her omnipotent Will,
Driven by her Breath<\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe hidden strength of her omnipotent Will,
Driven by her breath
\nacross life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tossing deep,
Through the thunder\u00e2\u0080\u0099s roar and
\nthrough the windless hush,
Through fog and mist where nothing
\nmore is seen,
He carries her sealed orders in his breast. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe impulsions for man’s
\nvoyage from life to life come from the irresistible Will of the great
\nCosmic Power, the Mahashakti who has a Purpose to be served by him.
\nThrough all the obscurities and obstructions of the physical life,
\nthrough all the violent uprushes and whorls of passions and energies
\nof the vital life, through all the smokescreens and opacities of the
\nignorant mental life and through the still silences of the farther
\nregions, it is the force of the Cosmic Power that pushes the boat of
\nman who is unaware of his final destination and the purpose for which
\nhe is set afloat. That knowledge lies veiled in his heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>City
\nof God (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLate
\nwill he know, opening the mystic script,
Whether to a blank port
\nin the Unseen
He goes, or armed with her fiat, to discover
A
\nnew mind and body in the city of God <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is only as he advances
\nin the course of his evolutionary journey that man will become
\nconscious of the intention, come to know whether the goal chosen for
\nhis soul is a cessation into the Silent Immutable Beyond or the
\nauthorised discovery of the greater Glory of God, a vaster Dynamis
\nwherein his body will be new-made and his mind undergo a transforming
\nchange.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>City
\nof God (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nenshrine the Immortal in his glory\u00e2\u0080\u0099s house
And make the finite
\none with Infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo discover the dynamic
\nBeing of the Divine beyond the static, immutable poise, to new-create
\nhimself in the consciousness and force, the substance and the spirit
\nof that Glory is the goal set for man. Only so can the object of this
\nmanifestation be achieved: the establishment and embodiment of the
\nImmortal in conditions of mortality, the affirmation of the Infinite
\nin terms of the finite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>The
\nJourney<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\nthe salt waste of the endless years
Her ocean winds impel his
\nerrant boat,
The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,
A rumour
\naround him and danger and a call. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe boat of the traveller
\nloses its direction now and then, but the breath of the Guiding Power
\nsweeps it ahead. The voyage is long, a good deal of it lying through
\ndreary interminable passages-Oft swift-flowing currents and
\ncross-currents of the universal forces toss him into dangerous
\nadventures that challenge his spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>In
\nher Forges Wake<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\nhe follows in her force\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wake. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhatever the course,
\nwhatever the dangers ahead, the voyager sails where the leading Power
\ntakes him. It is the Force of the mighty Nature at work that blazes
\nthe trail and man follows along. She leads, she impels man to fulfil
\nthe task imposed by her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>No
\nBreak<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nsails through life and death and other life,
He travels on
\nthrough waking and through sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe journey is continuous.
\nThere is no break in it whether the traveller is awake or asleep. The
\nconsciousness goes on working, gaining experience and developing, in
\nall the conditions: waking or dreaming or sleeping. Nor is it
\ninterrupted by death of the body in which it is housed. The scene
\nchanges, the conditions alter, but the effort and course of advance
\ncontinues. The soul, the consciousness, gathers up all the experience
\nit has lived while in the body and proceeds to work upon it in the
\nother states of life that lie beyond the passage of death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Unceasing
\nVoyage<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\npower is on him from her occult force
That ties him to his own
\ncreation\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fate,
And never can the mighty traveller rest
And
\nnever can the mystic voyage cease,
Till the nescient dusk is
\nlifted from man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soul
And the morns of God have overtaken his
\nnight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is an. incessant
\npressure of the Cosmic Power on man to work his way through the
\nevolutionary journey on which he is launched. The machinery through
\nwhich this driving force operates is the chain of action and reaction
\nin the field of his effort. On his strenuous journey, the soul is
\nallowed no rest, no cessation till the shadow of the inconscience and
\nthe ignorance that pursued him from the very beginnings of earthly
\nembodiment is dissipated and the unobscured radiance of the Spirit
\nlights up his existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe stress of evolution is
\ninescapable for man till he outgrows his legacy of original Ignorance
\nand emerges into the reign of the Light of Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nlong as Nature lasts, he too is there;
For this is sure that he
\nand she are one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe soul, the Purusha, and
\nhis nature, the Shakti the Prakriti, are thus ever at play in this
\nfield of manifestation. It is this interaction that is the lever of
\nthe whole movement\u00e2\u0080\u0094individual or universal. Wherever she is seen to
\nbe active, he is certain to be there. There may be variations in
\ntheir poise, one may obscure the other, but both are always together
\nin their oneness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>He
\nand She (II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nwhen he sleeps, he keeps her on his breast:
Whoever leaves her,
\nhe will not depart
To repose without her in the Unknowable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the course of the Cosmic
\nPlay Shiva, the Purusha, may assume an inactive poise. But even in
\nthat supine position, he supports on his bosom the Shakti in her
\ngyrations of world-rhythms. Whatever elements in the cast may fail
\nher, Shiva does not. He is always with her in action or in inaction.
\nWhen he withdraws from the world-movement, the Becoming, she too is
\nwithdrawn into his Being of Silence, the Immutable Beyond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose<\/B><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis a truth to know, a work to do;
Her play is real; a Mystery he
\nfulfils:
There is a plan in the Mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deep world-whim,
A
\npurpose in her vast and random game. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis universal movement is
\nnot a freak of Chance or a trick or play of some Illusion or a
\nmeaningless whirligig of a mechanical Force. It is a purposeful
\ndevelopment out of the Infinite Being of the Divine. Behind all
\nmovement\u00e2\u0080\u0094individual and universal\u00e2\u0080\u0094there is a direction towards an
\nultimate objective. The Truth of Sachid\u00c4\u0081nanda, the infinite
\nExistenceConsciousness-Bliss of the Spirit is to be realised here on
\nearth in conditions of material embodiment. Immortality is to be won
\nand established in the present field of death. Towards this end the
\nevolutionary progression of the soul from Matter to the Supreme
\nSpirit through the intermediate stages of life, mind etc. is to be
\ngradually worked out. This is the mystery of birth and life which the
\nPurusha is at work to unravel. If Lil\u00c4\u0081 it is, it is a real game of
\nthe Eternal with a definite purpose and consequence, all appearances
\nof chance or automatism notwithstanding.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Constant
\nWill<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\never she meant since the first dawn of life,
This constant will
\nshe covered with her sport, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the Purpose the
\nCosmic Power has before her in her multifarious and aeonic labour.
\nEver since the first shoot of Consciousness-life appeared on the
\nbleak rock of material existence, the Great Puissance, the Divine
\nMother, has been single-minded in impelling, the upward growth of the
\nworld in Consciousness. Her will, prajn\u00c4\u0081, is active in every
\nmovement, at every moment, on earth though its workings may be veiled
\nby the surface appearances of a game with which she amuses herself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nevoke a person in the impersonal Void, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne objective is to evolve
\nout of the indeterminate, vast materiality of this existence a
\ndeterminate form with a determinant soul. All is an impersonal
\nextension withOut life, without form, at the beginning of this
\nterrestrial venture. The fashioning Power aims to build out of this
\nvoid a living individuality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nthe Truth-Light strike earth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s massive roots of trance, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe roots of the tree of
\nearth-existence are struck deep in the soil of the Inconscient. There
\nthe Consciousness of the earth-being is lost in a self-oblivious
\nswoon; all is dark obscurity. To strike at this dark Inconscience
\nwith the undeflectable Light of the Divine Truth and eliminate it
\ncompletely is another objective. By so doing a full reign of the
\nDivine Consciousness down to the nethermost regions of earth-life
\nwill be made possible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(III)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWake
\na dumb self in the inconscient depths <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe soul-entity that lies
\ninvolved in the primal Inconscience at the base of this Existence is
\ninarticulate. The Power that seeks to build the evolution of the
\nDivine Consciousness on earth, first works to awake this entity, then
\nmake it conscious of itself and gradually active.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(IV)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nraise a lost power from its python sleep <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is not merely the
\nsoul-being that is lost in the layers of Inconscience. The power of
\nthat being is also heavily asleep in this state of involution. This
\nforce is awakened and its energism slowly called into operation. It
\nis this power released from its dormant state that acts as a dynamis
\nin the emergent evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(V)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat
\nthe eyes of the Timeless might look out from Time
And the world
\nmanifest the unveiled Divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs a result of all the
\nworkings of the Cosmic Power directed by the Divine Will in her the
\nevolution of the Divine Consciousness in the universe grows apace.
\nThe Divine Being progressively builds himself on earth in his
\nincreasing power and glory, so that eventually, the Eternal takes his
\nstation in the field of Time. The Divine that has been hitherto
\npresent and active behind the veils of the triple Ignorance of
\nmental, vital and physical nature, comes into the open and stands
\nmanifest in and as the World-existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the glorious
\nobjective of the world-movement, the grand finale of the Cosmic Play
\nof the Divine Plan: to manifest the Divine Truth on Earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT>Purpose
\n(VI)<\/B><\/FONT> <\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthis he left his white infinity
And laid on the Spirit the burden
\nof the flesh,
That Godhead\u00e2\u0080\u0099s seed might flower in mindless
\nSpace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is for this fulfilment
\nof manifestation that the Divine, the One moved into the double poise
\nof He and She, the Two, and multiplied himself, bahudh\u00c4\u0081 vyaj\u00c4\u0081yata;
\ninvoluted his scarless infinity into the fragmented infinitesimal;
\naccepted to put on the cloak of dense Matter over his pure boundless
\nSpirit. He extended himself into primordial Space and cast his
\nGodhead into it so that in its becoming he may reveal himself there.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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