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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>
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Book Two. The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>    
\nCanto V<\/a>
\n    Canto VI<\/a>    Canto VII<\/a>    Canto VIII<\/a>    
\nCanto IX<\/a>
\n    Canto X<\/a>    Canto XI<\/a>    Canto XII<\/a>    
\nCanto XIII<\/a>    Canto XIV<\/a>    
\nCanto XV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Book Two<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nThe Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/b><\/p>\n

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\n

Book
\nTwo, Canto 3<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

The
\nGlory and Fall of Life<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Summary<\/B>
\n
Passing beyond the subtle physical realms, Aswapathy enters into
\nthe domains of Life. He travels in the vasts spreading before him,
\ntheir horizons ever receding. There is no fixity anywhere, all is in
\na flux. There is no seeking for safety, but instead there is
\neverywhere a spirit of adventure careless of fall and pain. Life
\nseems to follow a course perceived by some intelligence within, now
\ncrawling low, now shooting up but always on the move. She goes
\nthrough all moods\u2014of grief, of exultation, of rapture but is ever
\ndissatisfied. She remembers and dreams of her lost happiness and
\nbeauty and vainly strives to attain them. Her aim is in one
\ndirection\u2014the heaven of bliss, but her steps move towards
\nanother\u2014the hell of grief and suffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

As
\nhe advances, Aswapathy perceives realms of griefless life looming
\nabove the worlds of struggle and suffering below. They appear bright
\nwith the splendour of the gods unlike any the human mind has
\nconceived. And yet they are not outside the reach of man. For deep in
\nhis being are states of beatitude which are of this immortal nature.
\nAnd man does get glimpses of them at rare moments of inner
\nexperience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\nis attracted to the Life-planes at the summits which melt into the
\nvasts of the Self where the Finite blends with the Infinite and where
\nTime fades into the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Out
\nof this Eternal and One the World-Force brings out the Many into
\nSpace and Time. The cosmic act proceeds out of and is upheld by the
\nEternal’s Quiet. The One supports the Many and the Creative Force is
\nimpelled and guided by the Spirit as Intelligence within. All
\ncreation is a play of the Being and his Force, of God and Nature. In
\nthis process there are ups and downs and on the plane of Life
\nAswapathy beholds both the higher worlds where Life holds sway in all
\nher glory and the nether worlds where Life suffers fall, diminution
\nand deformation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

In
\nthe realms above all is laughter and joy, wisdom and freedom. In the
\nrealms below all is struggle and strife, fear and sorrow. It is as if
\nLife is enamoured of her opposite\u2014Death,\u2014and sports with it. This
\nattraction and taste for the opposites of experience on the part of
\nthe Life-Force has converted this creation into a passion-play of
\ncontraries.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

In
\nbetween are worlds that are not beyond the human reach. Something of
\nthe high purity and bliss from above is patent here; the breath of
\nGod is palpable on their heights. There is a strong aspiraton here
\nfor the Divine Love and Bliss to descend and rule. The sense here is
\npurer and fiercer than the earthly sense. Creation is nearer God,
\nnearer His Beauty, here than on earth. All the clashing contraries on
\nearth are seen as complementaries here. There is here no falsehood
\nand therefore no weakness can thrive. They are kingdoms of joy, of
\nbeauty, of love. Knowledge is one with Power. Life is a rapturous
\nconsort of the illumined Spirit. There is no care, no fatigue, no
\ndecay. Work is play and play the only work. The beings of these
\nrealms are ever young, splendid and conquering. Mind functions
\nnaturally, without the instrumentation of labouring thought. Thrills
\nof joy and bliss course in this creation where all lives and moves in
\nutter freedom but in a spontaneous order. There is no crookedness to
\nreduce the force of truth. Nature here is self-guided and there is
\nyet no shadow to obscure her vision in her creative Dance weaving the
\npatterns of the rhythms of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\nfeels attracted to this world of bliss but feels a gulf in between.
\nFor there is still in his nature some legacy of the darkness, the
\npain and sorrow he has undergone during life on earth. This vitiation
\nprevents him from responding naturally to the higher joy and light.
\nThe contraries of joy and pain, light and darkness are still part of
\nhis nature. That indeed is the ingrained habit of life-nature on
\nearth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

In
\nthe primitive beginnings of the earth-creation, there was no life, no
\nmind, no sense. All was dead matter. Slowly there gathered an urge
\nwithin for movement, for expression and the original harmony was
\ndisturbed. There was an awakening and a call went forth to Life to
\ndescend from her native plane above and activate the myriad forms
\ninto movement. Life heard the call and invaded the material kingdom
\nin order to fill it with all her joy and power. There was a wider
\nmovement of joy and happiness and the glory of Life thrilled in the
\nswiftness of the beauty of beasts. It became possible for man to
\nappear and front the world with his thought and soul. But before Life
\ncould establish her full sway a dark Power of Nescience cast its
\nshadow on the soul and imposed a purposeful ordeal on the Spirit that
\nwas manifesting through its Life-Power. Life underwent an arrestation
\nof her dynamisms, a diminution and deformation of her natural beauty
\nand bliss. Her immortality got veiled and in her constricted
\nmovement, desire and struggle afflicted Life. Life turned into a
\npurveyor of Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nWorld of Search and Toil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nuneven broad ascent now lured his feet. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Answering
\na greater Nature\u2019s troubled call
He crossed the limits of
\nembodied Mind
And entered wide obscure disputed fields
Where
\nall was doubt and change and nothing sure,
A world of search and
\ntoil without repose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Leaving
\nbehind the safe area cut out and mapped by the limited mind,
\nAswapathy steps into a wider world\u2014the world of Life\u2014where limits
\nare not, segmented certainties are not. He is drawn into a domain
\nwhere everything is in a flux, everywhere movements without rest,
\nsatisfied with nothing, ever intent on the new. The Force of Life is
\nin an untrammelled action and the whole realm is in a constant
\nagitation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Here
\nthere is none of the limited order imposed by the reasoning mind.
\nNothing is allowed to stay fixed, all is being continually made and
\nremade by a greater Nature in ferment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Land
\nPeopled by Doubts<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\none who meets the face of the Unknown,
A questioner with none to
\ngive reply,
Attracted to a problem never solved,
Always
\nuncertain of the ground he trod,
Always drawn on to an inconstant
\ngoal
He travelled through a land peopled by doubts
In
\nshifting confines on a quaking base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\ntravels in this strange realm where everything is uncertain. The very
\ngrounds on which he walks are not firm, the routes opening before him
\nare bewildering, the boundaries are on the move. There are no
\nguide-posts anywhere. He is both perplexed and attracted by this
\nchallenge of the new and the unknown.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Unreached
\nBoundary<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nfront he saw a boundary ever unreached
And thought himself at
\neach step nearer now,
A far retreating horizon of mirage. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Unlike
\nthe physical and the subtle physical worlds which he has left behind,
\nthis realm has no perceivable limits. The more he advances, the
\nfarther recedes the horizon. The expanse of Life here on its own
\nplane where she has full sway is unbounded. Apparent boundaries are
\nfound to dissolve in the ever advancing spread of Life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA
\nvagrancy was there that brooked no home,
A journey of countless
\npaths without a close. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

All
\nin this world is on the move. Nothing is minded to stay fixed. There
\nis, further, a multitude of paths on which the movement of Life
\nspeeds on without ending. There is neither station nor goal in this
\nordering of Existence; an incessant coursing is the law of this
\nLife-Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


No
\nSatisfaction<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing
\nhe found to satisfy his heart;
A tireless wandering sought and
\ncould not cease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\nwanders in this realm of Life where nothing is fixed. Nothing is
\nbounded, nothing wearies, but also nothing is final and nothing can
\ncome to a stop. His seeking fails to achieve satisfaction in this
\nvolatile world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Unquiet
\nSeas<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nlife is the manifest incalculable,
A movement of unquiet seas, a
\nlong
And venturesome leap of spirit into Space,
A vexed
\ndisturbance in the eternal Calm,
An impulse and passion of the
\nInfinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\ndomain is a formulation of the creative Consciousness-Force. It
\nrepresents the self-projection of cit in the terrestrial hemisphere
\nas Life, prana. It is a conscious Energy throwing itself into
\nincessant movement in order to bring out and formulate the
\ninnumerable potentials from the being of the Infinite. Against the
\nbackground of the Calm of the eternal Existence it appears like an
\nagitated ocean, a mighty stir of the Spirit on the move for
\nmanifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


No
\nRestraint of Forms<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssuming
\nwhatever shape her fancy wills,
Escaped from the restraint of
\nsettled forms
She has left the safety of the tried and known. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe material world Life is encased in material forms. She has
\nperforce to adjust herself to the nature, quality and quantity of
\nthese forms. Her functionings are determined by the type of the
\nbodies through which she has to act. In the physical world of set
\nforms, the movements of life are correspondingly set and regulated.
\nBut it is not so in the Life-world, where Life is free to function on
\nher own, independently, unrestricted by any kind of containing
\nmoulds. Life there is free to act in whatever way she wills, take
\nwhichever form she chooses.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nShe
\naccepts disaster as a common risk;
Careless of suffering,
\nheedless of sin and fall,
She wrestles with danger and discovery
\n
In the unexplored expanses of the Soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthese regions above where nothing is rigidly determined and regulated
\nas in the field of material Nature, Life throws herself into free
\nmovements, uninhibited by circumstances or forces that may act in
\ninterference. Life shirks nothing, she accepts boldly the
\nconsequences of her actions and is only intent on manifesting herself
\nand her possibilities to the full. She is deterred by nothing in the
\npursuit of her objectives. She accepts all vicissitudes of rise and
\nfall, expansion and depression, as incidental in her course of
\nmanifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nTo be
\nseemed only a long experiment,
The hazard of a seeking ignorant
\nForce
That tries all truths and, finding none supreme,
Moves
\non unsatisfied, unsure of its end. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nLife-force here is ever on the move, now trying this possibility now
\ntrying that, never sure of itself because it is not possessed of
\ncertain knowledge. It is a Force that seeks to affirm but it does not
\nknow in what way and in which form it is to affirm itself; it goes on
\ntentatively trying, changing, recasting itself again and again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Master
\nand Slave<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nsaw some inner mind, so life was shaped:
From thought to thought
\nshe passed, from phase to phase,
Tortured by her own powers or
\nproud and blest,
Now master of herself, now toy and slave. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Though
\nthis Life is not conscious, yet she is impelled by some Intelligence
\nfrom within. According to these impulsions the movements of the
\nLife-force form themselves, changing with the change of the moods of
\nthat Intelligence. At times this Life-Power is confident in her
\nsteps, imperious; at times she is helplessly stampeded by her own
\nimpulses over which she has no control. She has no firm settled
\npoise.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Huge
\nInconsequence<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhuge inconsequence was her action\u2019s law,
As if all possibility
\nmust be drained
And anguish and bliss were pastimes of the heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nLife-world is a world of intensities. Pain and delight in their
\nextremes follow the violent indul gences of activity by the
\nLife-force. The actions of this force do not produce any lasting
\nconsequences, for the force goes on to try one possibility after
\nanother without halting. Nothing of permanent value is achieved in
\nspite of all this incessant and hectic movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIn a
\ngallop of thunder-hooved vicissitudes
She swept through the
\nrace-fields of Circumstance,
Or, swaying, she tossed between her
\nheights and deeps,
Uplifted or broken on Time\u2019s incessant
\nwheel. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\ncourse of Life even in her own world is set under certain conditions
\ninherent in the creation of that plane of existence. There is a large
\nfreedom of movement and effectuation but it is governed by the
\noperations of a Time-rhythm relevant to its order of existence. All
\nthe violent rushes, the ups and downs of the Life movements, are
\ncontained in an overall scheme determined by the creative Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Worm
\nand Titan<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmid
\na tedious crawl of drab desires
She writhed, a worm mid worms in
\nNature\u2019s mud,
Then, Titan-statured, took all earth for food,
\n
Ambitioned the seas for robe, for crown the stars
And
\nshouting strode from peak to giant peak,
Clamouring for worlds to
\nconquer and to rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nmovements of Life are not all of one kind. They vary from level to
\nlevel in their action. In her lower regions where she is involved in
\nthe material strata of existence, she is engrossed in small and
\nrepetitive movements of desire, turns in their grooves and advances
\nbut slowly. In her higher reaches, however, she throws herself in
\nwider and still wider movements of expansion, aiming as it were to
\nembrace the whole of infinity in her sweep. There is no limit to her
\nobjectives; she seeks to dominate all existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Clings
\nto Misery<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nwantonly enamoured of Sorrow\u2019s face,
She plunged into the
\nanguish of the depths
And, wallowing, clung to her own misery. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

If
\nthere is no limit to Life’s capacity for enjoyment, neither is there
\na point beyond which she breaks down under suffering. Life is, so to
\nsay, fascinated by the appearance of pain and insists on plumbing
\npain to its utmost depths. Her capacity to endure is endless and she
\ntakes up the cup of misery as if to drink it to its dregs.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Dolorous
\nConverse<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ndolorous converse with her squandered self
She wrote the account
\nof all that she had lost,
Or sat with grief as with an ancient
\nfriend. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nspends herself with reckless abandon, but has no regrets. She takes
\nstock of the situation and varies her movements, but does not resign
\nherself to inactivity. She broods, but broods in preparation for a
\nfurther spurt. Such moods of depression are aids for her
\nself-gathering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Misses
\nthe Goal<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nromp of violent raptures soon was spent,
Or she lingered tied to
\nan inadequate joy
Missing the turns of fate, missing life\u2019s
\ngoal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nseeks enjoyment. And in her own world there is no limit extraneously
\nimposed on her unbridled indulgence in enjoyments. But she tires on
\nher own and falls back or she slows down into a movement of lesser
\njoy, missing in the process the achievement that would be hers if she
\nwere steadier and more purposive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


No
\nPure Felicity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nscene was planned for all her numberless moods
Where each could
\nbe the law and way of life,
But none could offer a pure felicity;
\n
Only a flickering zest they left behind
Or the fierce lust
\nthat brings a dead fatigue. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe Life-world, there is the utmost freedom for the manifestation of
\nLife. Every possibility that she chooses to try out is given the
\nfullest scope. Still, no movement yields the unadulterated happiness
\nthat is sought by this reigning Power, Life. There is either a fadin&
\nof the vital enthusiasm or an exhaustion caused by the fierce
\nintensity of her driving force; in either case the result is not one
\nof satisfied joy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAmid
\nher swift untold variety
Something remained dissatisfied ever the
\nsame
And in the new saw only a face of the old,
For every
\nhour repeated all the rest
And every change prolonged the same
\nunease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nis no forward movement in the Life-world. All tends to repeat itself,
\nnow in an enlarged manner, now in a changed mode. There is speed of
\naction, plethora of variety, but no advance. The vague
\nself-dissatisfaction that urges life into motion is never fully set
\nat rest; it continues to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Strain
\nUnending<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nspirit of her self and aim unsure,
Tired soon of too much joy and
\nhappiness,
She needs the spur of pleasure and of pain
And the
\nnative taste of suffering and unrest:
She strains for an end that
\nnever can she win. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nLife-Power is not possessed of Knowledge. Her movements are not
\npurposive. Her immediate object is the joy of self-effectuation, but
\nin the very nature of things this joy palls when it becomes
\ncontinuous. She seeks for a change, for another drive to propel her
\nmovements, welcomes lesser transient joys and even pain for her
\nimpulsions. She exerts herself again and again to achieve complete
\nself-fulfilment but that she cannot do because she is not endowed
\nwith the Truth-Consciousness that is indispensable for that purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Perverse
\nSavour<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nperverse savour haunts her thirsting lips:
For the grief she
\nweeps which came from her own choice,
For the pleasure yearns
\nthat racked with wounds her breast;
Aspiring to heaven she turns
\nher steps towards hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Unbridled
\nLife is chaotic in her movements. By the violence of her tempestuous
\nworkings she brings upon herself reactions of pain. But she does not
\nturn away from them; she wallows in pain. She seeks for joy
\neverywhere but when she meets with intense ecstasy as a result of
\nsuccessful effectuation, she finds it unendurable for long. And yet
\nshe goes on with her quest for enjoyment though the modes of her
\nworkings result in a good deal of pain and grief.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Chance
\nand Danger for Playfellows<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nChance
\nshe has chosen and danger for playfellows;
Fate\u2019s dreadful
\nswing she has taken for cradle and seat. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nis a bold gambler. There is no reasoned calculation in her movements.
\nShe does not play for safety. She runs with danger in her adventure;
\nshe plays with Chance taking the unexpected in her stride. She
\nconverts the ups and downs of imperious Fate into swayings of her
\nmoods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


From
\nthe Timeless, Her Birth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\npure and bright from the Timeless was her birth,
A lost
\nworld-rapture lingers in her eyes,
Her moods are faces of the
\nInfinite:
Beauty and happiness are her native right,
And
\nendless bliss is her eternal home. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life,
\nhowever, is not in her origin a power of Ignorance. She is in fact a
\nself-projection of the Consciousness-Force, cit-\u015bakti, of the
\nSupreme in the conditions of their evolving manifestation. She is
\ninstinct with this consciousness, force and bliss of the eternal,
\ninfinite Sat-Chit-Ananda in her depths. That is why her myriad
\nmovements are in truth so many rhythms of the Infinite. Joy of
\nfeeling and joy in form are pursuits natural to this Power that
\nderives from the domain of utter Bliss; for Bliss is the nature of
\nthe Consciousness-Force that Life is in her ultimate origin.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Disclosure
\nof Joy<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nnow revealed its antique face of joy,
A sudden disclosure to the
\nheart of grief
Tempting it to endure and long and hope. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe midst of her disappointments and dissatisfactions, in the throes
\nof her pain and grief, Life gradually glimpses this truth of joy of
\nher origin, and she gets the needed strength to endure the travails
\nof her lower workings with the sure prospect of the reign of bliss on
\nthe heights of her being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

It
\nis some vision or assurance of a prospective happier state that makes
\nit possible for her to bear the present pain and suffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Image
\nof Happier State<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nin changing worlds bereft of peace,
In an air racked with sorrow
\nand with fear
And while his feet trod on a soil unsafe,
He
\nsaw the image of a happier state. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nhis wary tread on the constantly changing grounds of the Life-world,
\nAswapathy breathes an oppressive air of unease, uncertainty,
\nagitation\u2014characteristic of the lower realms of this plane. There
\nis no peace anywhere. But he senses and becomes aware of the
\nexistence of happier conditions further ahead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Griefless
\nLife<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn an
\narchitecture of hieratic Space
Circling and mounting towards
\ncreation\u2019s tops,
At a blue height which never was too high
For
\nwarm communion between body and soul,
As far as heaven, as near
\nas thought and hope,
Glimmered the kingdom of a griefless life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Above
\nthe lower planes of Life subject to erratic changes of moods and
\npassions, pleasures and pains, there lie realms that are beyond grief
\nand suffering. They stretch out in the wider spaces of Infinity
\nabove; their hue is blue\u2014blue being the colour of the first grounds
\nof the higher Consciousness. In a sense this higher Consciousness is
\nabove the reach of what is lost in the grooves of the lower Nature;
\nbut it is ever close to that which is open to it at some point or
\nlevel of its being. It is both inaccessible and accessible at the
\nsame time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Laughter
\nand Fire<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nhim in a new celestial vault
Other than the heavens beheld by
\nmortal eyes,
As on a fretted ceiling of the gods,
An
\narchipelago of laughter and fire,
Swam stars apart in a rippled
\nsea of sky. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Towered
\nspirals, magic rings of vivid hue
And gleaming spheres of strange
\nfelicity
Floated through distance like a symbol world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nkingdom of griefless Life is not what is pictured by human
\nimagination which can conceive only of an uninhibited rendering of
\nthe vital desires and passions of man. It has a diviner quality of
\njoy and intensity, a celestial nature free and limitless, unlike any
\nexperienced on the lower levels of the Life-world. Extending towards
\nreceding summits, exuding happiness of an unearthly kind, these
\ndomains are enchantingly picturesque, almost unreal in their rarefied
\nexistence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Absorbed
\non their Own<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe trouble and the toil they could not share,
On the unhappiness
\nthey could not aid,
Impervious to life\u2019s suffering, struggle,
\ngrief,
Untarnished by its anger, gloom and hate,
Unmoved,
\nuntouched, looked down great visioned planes
Blissful for ever in
\ntheir timeless right. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Absorbed
\nin their own beauty and content,
Of their immortal gladness they
\nlive sure. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nhigher planes of Life are not affected by the strife, struggle and
\nsuffering that abound in the worlds below, especially on the physical
\nplane. Unlike the earth-world where there is a continuous movement of
\nevolutionary struggle and progress towards light and bliss, these
\nplanes are typal formations of the Creative Spirit, set within their
\npermanent moulds, unmoving, satisfied in their endowments of eternal
\njoy and beauty. There is no pining for what is not, no reaching for
\nwhat is beyond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Nebula
\nof the Gods<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApart
\nin their self-glory plunged, remote
Burning they swam in a vague
\nlucent haze,
An everlasting refuge of dream-light,
A nebula
\nof the splendours of the gods
Made from the musings of eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nrealms are lost in their own splendours, far far away from the drab
\nobscurities and dullness of the material world, so remote as to
\nappear like a dream. They form, as it were, a bright camp in which
\nluminous beings projected from the self-regarding Mind of the Eternal
\ndwell. As the Creative Spirit looks within himself and regards the
\ntruths and possibles seeking expression from within his being, things
\nbegin to actualise themselves in their various stresses depending
\nupon the Will behind them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Too
\nHigh for Mortal Lids<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlmost
\nunbelievable by human faith,
Hardly they seemed the stuff of
\nthings that are. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

As
\nthrough a magic television\u2019s glass
Outlined to some magnifying
\ninner eye
They shone like images thrown from a far scene
Too
\nhigh and glad for mortal lids to seize. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nworlds are not of the concrete stuff of which the earthly creation is
\nmade. Their basic nature, their forms and hues, are beyond the
\ncredible range of the human senses. They reveal themselves only to
\nthe subtler perception and that too in their own strange dimensions
\nand vibrations that appear too distant, too impalpable to the grasp
\nof man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Kingdoms
\nof Beatitude (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnear and real to the longing heart
And to the body\u2019s passionate
\nthought and sense
Are the hidden kingdoms of beatitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nvarious planes and worlds of the higher existence may appear to be
\ntoo distant, almost unreachable to man. They may call for great
\neffort of ascension before they become accessible. But the domains of
\nBliss are not far. They are ever near, ever close to the spirit that
\nseeks them with ardour, with intensity of aspiration. For behind all
\nthat exists here on earth there is the flow of Ananda; in fact it is
\nthis Bliss that makes all existence at all possible. All breathes and
\nlives, says the Upanishad, because this Bliss is there coursing
\nthrough all. One has only to turn to it, to seek for it, with faith
\nand persistence, to probe behind the appearances\u2014however
\ncontradictory they may seem\u2014and it yields itself to experience in a
\nvariety of ways.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Kingdoms
\nof Beatitude (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nsome close unattained realm which yet we feel,
Immune from the
\nharsh clutch of Death and Time,
Escaping the search of sorrow and
\ndesire,
In bright enchanted safe peripheries
For ever
\nwallowing in bliss they lie. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nrealms of Beatitude are outside the reach of the normal human
\nfaculties which are mostly turned outwards. They are untouched by the
\nstress and struggle of circumstances and forces obtaining in the
\nouter world. Though they are thus far away from the field of toil and
\nsuffering, they are yet palpable to some deeper feeling somewhere in
\nman. Their inviolable bliss makes itself felt near though it has not
\nbeen possible to possess it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Kingdoms
\nof Beatitude (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ndream and trance and muse before our eyes,
Across a subtle
\nvision\u2019s inner field,
Wide rapturous landscapes fleeting from
\nthe sight,
The figures of the perfect kingdom pass
And behind
\nthem leave a shining memory\u2019s trail. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

It
\nis in brief moments of subtler experience as in dream or inward
\nconcentration of the being or during deep meditation, when the
\nconsciousness is relatively freed from the clamping hold of physical
\nexistence, that these realms of Beatitude are glimpsed, even beheld
\nfor a time. These experiences in the inner domains, however, leave a
\nbright and unforgettable impression on the consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Kingdoms
\nof Beatitude (IV)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImagined
\nscenes or great eternal worlds,
Dream-caught or sensed, they
\ntouch our hearts with their depths;
Unreal-seeming yet more real
\nthan life,
Happier than happiness, truer than things true
If
\ndreams these were or captured images,
Dream\u2019s truth made false
\nearth\u2019s vain realities. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nrealms of Beatitude come into the ken of man in various ways. It may
\nbe that they appear as part of his imaginations or linger as
\ntranscripts of his dream-experience, not concrete as physical things
\non earth, and disappear before they are firmly held. All the same
\nthey are facts of some eternal existence somewhere, and the impact
\nthey have on the being of man is more vivid, more lasting in its
\njoyous trail than any of the earth’s fleeting experiences.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Kingdoms
\nof Beatitude (V)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a
\nswift eternal moment fixed there live
Or ever recalled come back
\nto longing eyes
Calm heavens of imperishable Light,
Illumined
\ncontinents of violet peace,
Oceans and rivers of the mirth of God
\n
And griefless countries under purple suns. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nare the domains of deathless Light, luminous soothing belts of Peace,
\nflowing seas of Joy, sunlit realms, where grief is not, that
\nvouchsafe themselves to the grasp of man’s consciousness for however
\nbrief a moment. Such an experience can impress itself on man and form
\na permanent part of his consciousness or leave a memory which comes
\nalive at will. What is once so experienced can always be called back
\nin recollection and relived in a subtle way.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Remote
\nIdea takes Shape<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis,
\nonce a star of bright remote idea
Or imagination\u2019s comet trail
\nof dream,
Took now a close shape of reality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Realities
\nbeyond the sense-bound existence of man first put forth their
\nantennae as it were in the form of vague ideas or as figures etched
\nout in flights of fancy or as dream-formations. These tend to repeat
\nthemselves in one way or the other, form grooves in the
\nEarth-atmosphere and take clear shape on the way to their
\neffectuation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Thus
\nwhat was once a distant idea or a possible in the world of
\nimagination now appears before Aswapathy as art actualised reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Wonder-Worlds<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ngulf between dream-truth, earth-fact was crossed,
The
\nwonder-worlds of life were dreams no more;
His vision made all
\nthey unveiled its own:
Their scenes, their happenings met his
\neyes and heart
And smote them with pure loveliness and bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

What
\nwas imagined or dreamt of is found to be actual. The gulf between
\nfact of experience on earth and the truth glimpsed in the dream-world
\nis no more. All that was behind the veil springs to life in a
\npalpable manner. What he sees spread out before him makes a direct
\nimpact on his being and he is struck by the beauty and the bliss of
\nit all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Quintessence
\nof Life’s Delight<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nbreathless summit region drew his gaze
Whose boundaries jutted
\ninto a sky of Self
And dipped towards a strange ethereal base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nquintessence glowed of Life\u2019s supreme delight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\ncatches sight of a new region above him, stirless, whose upper
\nhorizons disappear into the still rarefactions of the Self and whose
\nlower ends plunge into some impalpable expanse. It is the bright
\nworld of the sheer bliss of Life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Dividing
\nLine<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn a
\nspiritual and mysterious peak
Only a miracle\u2019s high
\ntransfiguring line
Divided life from the formless Infinite
And
\nsheltered Time against eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\non the indefinable summits that appear to his vision is the
\nborderline that marks off the domain of seething forms from the
\nFormless, the becomings in Time from the Eternal Being. Here begins
\nthe miraculous emergence of the Finite from the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Eternal’s
\nQuiet<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof that formless stuff Time mints his shapes;
The Eternal\u2019s
\nquiet holds the cosmic act:
The protean images of the World-Force
\n
Have drawn the strength to be, the will to last
From a deep
\nocean of dynamic peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

From
\nthe boundless Being of the Eternal are all Forms projected in Time.
\nThe Formless throws itself into Form, the Timeless pours itself into
\nTime. All creation derives from and is supported by the Eternal. All
\nmovement takes place on the bosom of the Eternal’s Calm. The workings
\nof the Cosmic Force are possible because they are based upon and
\nsupported by an unfathomable Peace, a Peace that is not static and
\nunconcerned but dynamic, regarding, alive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Action
\nis effective and lasting only when it proceeds from a base of peace.
\nActivity that is agitated produces little result.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Spirit’s
\nApex Inverted<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInverting
\nthe Spirit\u2019s apex towards life
She spends the plastic liberties
\nof the One
To cast in acts the dreams of her caprice, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nCreative Force of the Supreme turns the face of the Eternal Being
\ntowards manifestation. The self-absorbed gaze of the One moves into a
\nseeing that multiplies into the Many. The Power that acts draws upon
\nthe immense potentialities in the Eternal in working out the
\npossibilities she chooses to put forth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


He
\nProps her Dance<\/B>
His wisdom’s call
\nsteadies her careless feet,
He props her dance upon a rigid
\nbase,
His timeless still immutability
Must standardise her
\ncreation’s miracle.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

The
\nworkings of this Cosmic Shakti may appear to be erratic, but all the
\nwhile they are guided and governed from within by the
\nTruth-Intelligence in the Being of the Eternal. All her movements
\ntake place upon the immutable ground of His Being. His status founds
\nand supports her effectuating dynamisms that produce the miracle of
\nthis creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


She
\nSees by his Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof the Void\u2019s unseeing energies
Inventing the scene of a
\nconcrete universe,
By his thought she has fixed its paces, in its
\nblind acts
She sees by flashes of his all-knowing Light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nforming this solid universe of Matter from out of the innumerable
\npossibilities in the womb of the Infinite, the creative Puissance is
\ngoverned by the Truth-Idea at the origin. By it she determines the
\nmodes of the universal Movement. Even in apparently mechanical
\nactivities there is the effective direction of an omniscient
\nKnowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Behind
\nevery Energy in Nature there is an Intelligence; guiding all Power,
\nthere is Wisdom, Prajn\u0101.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Inscrutable
\nSupermind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nher will the inscrutable Supermind leans down
To guide her force
\nthat feels but cannot know,
Its breadth of power controls her
\nrestless seas
And life obeys the governing Idea. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nSupermind is the Knowledge-Will of the Divine in
\nManifestation\u2014Knowledge of the Truth to be manifested and,
\nsimultaneously, the Will to effectuate that Knowledge. The Cosmic
\nShakti is guided in its workings by this Supermind with its Real-Idea
\nand irresistible Vast Power working out the Truth in the Idea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

The
\nkinetic energies of the World-Force are ultimately controlled and
\ndirected by this Knowledge-Will of the Supreme from above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Luminous
\nImmanence<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nher will, led by a luminous Immanence
The hazardous experimenting
\nMind
Pushes its way through obscure possibles
Mid chance
\nformations of an unknowing world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nguiding Intelligence is not only above; it is also within. The
\nKnowledge that illumes dwells in the depths as well. Impelled by it,
\nthe mind with all its tentative gropings in Ignorance arrives at some
\neffectuation in this world of numberless possibilities, some vague
\nand inchoate, some better formed. This is a world enveloped in
\nIgnorance where one does not know the next step and all appears a
\nplay of chance. Possibilities vie with each other, clash and some
\nsucceed in actualising themselves as if by chance. Underneath all
\nthis activity, however, there is the operation of an immanent Light
\nof. Knowledge through the instrument of the Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Towards
\nGod’s Identity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nhuman ignorance moves towards the Truth
That Nescience may become
\nomniscient:
Transmuted instincts shape to divine thoughts,
\n
Thoughts house infallible immortal sight
And Nature climbs
\ntowards God\u2019s identity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nreal meaning of this Earth-Life movement is the evolution of
\nNescience into full Omniscience. From the original state of complete
\nabsence of consciousness in this material universe there is a slow
\nemergence of rudiments of consciousness and thence a steady growth of
\nconsciousness towards its full state of all-awareness. The ignorance
\nthat prevails and envelops the human mind in its functionings is only
\nan intermediate state of transition from unconsciousness to full
\ndeveloped consciousness. It is not a static nor a permanent
\ncondition. It is a process in the movement towards Knowledge-Truth.
\nIn this process of growth of consciousness what were once instincts
\nget converted into right thoughts, intimations of truth through the
\nthinking faculties; thoughts develop into faultless perceptions,
\nilluminations from a self-existent Knowledge. The Earth-Nature
\nascends, through the development of its consciousness, towards union
\nwith the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThe
\nMaster of the worlds self-made her slave
Is the executor of her
\nfantasies:
She has canalised the seas of omnipotence;
She has
\nlimited by her laws the Illimitable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Though
\nthe manifesting Spirit is the Lord, omnipotent, infinite, yet he
\nsubjects himself to the rule and play of his Shakti who effects the
\nmanifestation. As the Soul involved in Nature, he acts as she wills.
\nShe is the Maya who shapes selectively the forces and strengths
\nrequired for the needs of creation out of the eternal vasts of the
\nSupreme Power, who finitises for the purposes of the Play the
\nboundless Infinite. She lays down the lines of working according to
\nwhich the Soul has to move.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThe
\nImmortal bound himself to do her works;
He labours at the tasks
\nher Ignorance sets,
Hidden in the cape of our mortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

As
\nthe Soul evolving in Nature, the Spirit that is immortal in his
\noriginal status above, assumes the mask of mortality. He passes in
\nhis mortal forms through the necessary changes of birth and death and
\nworks his way up the ladder of ascent from the Inconscience to the
\nSuperconscience through the conditions of Ignorance imposed by
\nNature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Last
\nOrigins<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworlds, the forms her goddess fancy makes
Have lost their origin
\non unseen heights: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

All
\nthat is built by evolving Nature has its original scheme on the
\nhigher planes of Truth above. Each form follows or attempts to follow
\nthe line presaged in the seed-Idea at its origin. But in the course
\nof its transition to the material plane, in the process of this
\nrendering by creative Nature the original truth in the Idea suffers
\ndiminution due to several factors intervening e.g. Ignorance,
\nInconscience etc.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Severed
\nand Straying<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nsevered, straying from their timeless source,
Even deformed,
\nobscured, accursed and fallen, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Separated
\nfrom their origin in the Creative Truth, these world-formations
\ndepart from their basic scheme in the Real-Idea. As a result, they
\ndevelop into forms and movements which are not along the intended
\nlines; they are malformed or deformed. They undergo changes that veil
\nthe guiding Light as they precipitate themselves into conditions that
\nare far removed from their summit-origins, indeed, they are the very
\nopposite of the pristine states of Being, Consciousness and Bliss
\nthat they are at their base above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Joy
\nof Fall<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSince
\neven fall has its perverted joy
And nothing she leaves out that
\nserves delight, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe process of her evolutionary manifestation, Nature takes delight
\nin every movement; every movement is purposive and even those turns
\nwhich appear to go backwards, downwards and seem to defeat her aim
\nare made to serve her intention all to the better. She draws delight
\nfrom all movements and developments in her process and nothing is
\nallowed to go waste. What look like set-backs, defeats, falls in the
\nmovement of Manifestation only add to her zest and contribute to a
\nsurer and larger effectuation on her part.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

To
\none who is not lost in the movement but is sufficiently detached
\nalways to keep the aim in the front, even failures do not depress. He
\nturns them into opportunities for self-examination, learns the
\nlesson, sets right what needs to be rectified, and moves forward with
\ngreater confidence and strength. Thus used, even failures are
\nwelcome. In a sense they contribute more to the eventual result than
\neasy successes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Recovering
\nDivinity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\ntoo can to the peaks revert or here
Cut out the sentence of the
\nspirit\u2019s fall,
Recover their forfeited divinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

As
\nsuch, even these half-formations and deformations of the lower worlds
\nare pressed by Nature to undergo the processes of evolution by which
\nthey gradually shed their imperfections and perversions and grow into
\ntheir native forms of the Truth-planes above. This transforming
\nchange can be effected here on the scene of manifestation and the
\nreal divine character of the formations can be established here or
\nthe formations may withdraw from the zone of deformation and return
\nto their source.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nZones\u2014High and Low<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nonce caught in an eternal vision\u2019s sweep
He saw her pride and
\nsplendour of highborn zones
And her regions crouching in the
\nnether deeps. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Above
\nwas a monarchy of unfallen self,
Beneath was the gloomy trance of
\nthe abyss,
An opposite pole or dim antipodes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe vast vision vouchsafed to him, Asw<\/FONT>apathy beholds the
\nentire range of the Life-planes. He regards the great, bright,
\nmasterful and glorious realms of the upper zones; he also sees the
\nnether regions below, opposite in character, obscure, shrinking,
\ndepressing and dangerous.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Vasts
\nof Life’s Glory<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwere vasts of the glory of life\u2019s absolutes:
All laughed in a
\nsafe immortality
And an eternal childhood of the soul
Before
\ndarkness came and pain and grief were born
Where all could dare
\nto be themselves and one
And Wisdom played in sinless innocence
\n
With naked Freedom in Truth\u2019s happy sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthe veiled planes of Life there are expanses bubbling with delight
\nand happiness. There, there are no limitations of any kind on the
\nsupremacy of Life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

The
\nshadow of darkness, the chilling winds of pain and grief have not yet
\nappeared to afflict the natural efflorescence of life and create
\ndivision in its forms. There is a vibrant freedom, a fresh and direct
\nKnowledge at play in these realms where the Sun of Truth suffers no
\nobscuration.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nand Amorous Death<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwere worlds of her laughter and dreadful irony,
There were fields
\nof her taste of toil and strife and tears;
Her head lay on the
\nbreast of amorous Death,
Sleep imitated awhile extinction\u2019s
\npeace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Lower
\ndown on the Life-planes are regions where the joy of life gets
\nsubdued, changes its character till it lapses into strife, struggle
\nand grief. Laughter and tears are very near each other. Immortal Life
\nbegins to take a perverse joy in dallying with Death and it undergoes
\nspells of inactivity that bear semblance to total cessation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nSavours the Opposites<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlight of God she has parted from his dark
To test the savour of
\nbare opposites. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nstands between the Light of the creative Truth above and its shadow
\nbelow, as if to partake of both at the same time e.g. the Knowledge,
\nthe Power, the Immortality of the Truth-Consciousness and the
\nIgnorance, the limitations and the mortality of the Nescience. On its
\npeaks Life shares in the perfection of the Being Eternal, on its
\nlower levels it is afflicted with the imperfections of the Nature
\nbased on Inconscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Man\u2014a
\nMixture (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nmingling in man\u2019s heart their tones and hues
Have woven his
\nbeing\u2019s mutable design, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nbeing of man is not cast in a fixed mould. It is a changing and
\ndeveloping entity holding in itself the mixed and contradictory
\nelements of both the Inconscience below and the Superconscience
\nabove. The pattern of the being of man depends upon the manner in
\nwhich these varying elements are combined in it; it changes in the
\nmeasure in which the nether elements are displaced or transmuted into
\nthe higher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Man\u2014a
\nMixture (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nlife a forward-rippling stream in Time,
His nature\u2019s constant
\nfixed mobility, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Man
\nis a strange but meaningful mixture of opposites. His life is a
\ncontinuous movement in the duration of Time. The flow of this
\nmovement may appear at times backward and regressive but on closer
\nscrutiny of its results it is seen to be always contributive to a
\nforward sweep. Man’s life is never stationery, even for a moment. But
\nhis nature is pretty fixed in its mould and its lines. Even when it
\nparticipates in the life-movement of progress it clings to its
\npattern. The positive elements exert for progress and change, the
\nnegative ones retard this movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Man\u2014a
\nMixture (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsoul a moving picture\u2019s changeful film,
His cosmos-chaos of
\npersonality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nsoul of man is the centre of constant development, continuous
\nevolution from stage to stage. Each experience that it lives adds a
\nhue, a grade to its formation. Nothing stays for a moment what it was
\nbefore. The various elements of light and obscurity, of joy and pain,
\nare in perpetual strife on the battlefield of the soul and, in the
\npersonality that grows around this soul in evolution, there is always
\na complex web of lines of progressive order and harmony and of unrest
\nand disharmony.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nPassion-Play<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ngrand creatrix with her cryptic touch
Has turned to pathos and
\npower being\u2019s self-dream,
Made a passion-play of its fathomless
\nmystery. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

All
\ncreation is a rendering, by the Consciousness-Force, of the vision of
\nthe Supreme in his creative mood. This Force as Life builds the
\nworlds and impels their movements in order to manifest something of
\nthe ineffable mystery of the Absolute. The creation shaped by this
\nmighty Power is many-toned and varied in its strains; a vivid symbol,
\nintense and wonderful.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Half-Way
\nto Heaven<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nhere were worlds lifted half-way to heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nVeil was there but not the Shadowy Wall;
In forms not too remote
\nfrom human grasp
Some passion of the inviolate purity
Broke
\nthrough, a ray of the original Bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nworlds that presently greet Aswapathy are neither the nether realms
\nof struggle and darkness nor the bright summits of power and rapture.
\nThey are mid-way pointing to happier altitudes. They are indeed
\nseparated by a subtle veil in consciousness from the higher regions
\nbut not shut out by any gross barrier, They are not completely beyond
\nthe human grasp; man can, by inner effort, contact them and their
\nforms in which some intensity of the higher, indestructible purity
\nmanages to be and something too of the Bliss from above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


If
\nEarth were Pure (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s
\njoys might have been earth\u2019s if earth were pure. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nearth is denied lasting joy because it cannot hold it. There are
\nvitiating elements of desire, ego and a host of other impurities and
\nfalsehoods arising there from which soon infect the play and the
\nsource of joy and bring in suffering. The mind and the vital are not
\ncontent with the happiness granted to them; they hunger for more,
\ngrab at things to have more of joy, and struggle ensues. The physical
\nbody, riddled as it is with the impurities of vital desire and ego,
\nis too unsteady and inadequate to contain the intenser joys without
\nspilling them. It does not have the expandable quality that can grow
\nwith the intensities of greater joys and hold them. It is only in the
\nstrength of purity that real ecstasy can be contained and supported.
\nPurity gives an unshakable stability and spontaneously rejects all
\nweakening elements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


If
\nEarth were Pure (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\ncould have reached our divinised sense and heart
Some natural
\nfelicity\u2019s bright extreme,
Some thrill of supernature\u2019s
\nabsolutes: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

If
\nthere were sufficient protective strength and dissolvent power of
\npurity in him, the state of man would indeed be different. His senses
\nand his emotions would not be tainted with desire and forced to move
\nin impure channels as now; they would be lifted into the workings of
\na higher Consciousness: the human consciousness transmuted into the
\ndivine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Purity
\nsubtilises the consciousness and renders it fit to receive and live
\nin the power, knowledge and felicity that belong to the higher,
\ndiviner Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


If
\nEarth were Pure (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nstrengths could laugh and sport on earth\u2019s hard roads
And never
\nfeel her cruel edge of pain,
All love could play and nowhere
\nNature\u2019s shame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nwould be a natural efflorescence and play of greater powers on earth
\nwithout the restricting and diminishing action arising from the
\nvitiating elements in her nature. There would be no pain and grief
\ndue to the wrong reception and pervasion by the forces of Ignorance
\nand Falsehood. No inhibitions of imperfect nature would interfere
\nwith the freedom of the soul in the expression of its consciousness
\nof unity with others.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Doors
\nBarred<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nshe has stabled her dreams in Matter\u2019s courts
And still her
\ndoors are barred to things supreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

A
\nfree play of the higher powers on earth is not possible because, of
\nthe obscurities and impurities arising from the Inconscience of
\nMatter on which this world is firmly based. All the aspirations and
\nhigher movements of Earth-Nature are held down by inertia and other
\nclamping holds of Nescience in Matter. The earth-consciousness has to
\nliberate itself from these nether tetherings before the greater
\npowers can manifest in it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


God’s
\nBreath<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nworlds could feel God\u2019s breath visiting their tops;
Some
\nglimmer of the Transcendent\u2019s hem was there. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nworlds that Aswapathy now sees, though not the highest, are high
\nenough to receive the direct breath of the Divine on their summits. A
\ndistant glow of the lower reaches of the Reality that is beyond the
\nmanifest creation is perceived there. They are open to the influences
\nand touches of the Eternal Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


White
\nSilences<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\nthe white aeonic silences
Immortal figures of embodied joy
\n
Traversed wide spaces near to eternity\u2019s sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

On
\nthe summits of these worlds there reigns a Silence, pure and
\ntimeless. They open into regions of absolute Peace. They are peopled
\nby beings who are veritable embodiments of Delight and are immortal.
\nThey are not touched by pain and death inevitable in the lower worlds
\nof the Creation.Purity and Silence are the gates to immortal Delight
\nand absolute Peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Appeal
\nto Love (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPure
\nmystic voices in beatitude\u2019s hush
Appealed to Love\u2019s
\nimmaculate sweetnesses, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nsweetnesses of Divine Love are untarnished by any kind of depression
\nor perversion arising out of desire and ego as in the case of human
\nlove. Divine Love exists and pours itself out; its bliss is not
\ndependent upon any outside factor. It requires perfect purity to
\nreceive and hold this Love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

In
\nthese worlds where Aswapathy finds himself, there is an intense
\naspiration and call to the Divine Love to manifest. The appeal is
\npure in its formulation and mounts in the silence of utter happiness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Appeal
\nto Love (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCalling
\nhis honeyed touch to thrill the worlds,
His blissful hands to
\nseize on Nature\u2019s limbs, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

It
\nis the touch of Divine Love that imparts delight to all forms and
\nmovements in Creation. And it is because of this pulsating joy within
\nthat existence and evolution are at all possible in conditions that
\nare most discouraging in this hemisphere of Ignorance. There is
\nconsequently a continuous reaching out to this Love, in whatever
\nform\u2014inadequate or deformed\u2014on the part of all the creatures in
\nthis Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Love
\nheals the division effected by Ignorance and restores the unity
\nbetween form and form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Appeal
\nto Love (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsweet intolerant might of union
To take all beings into his
\nsaviour arms,
Drawing to his pity the rebel and the waif
To
\nforce on them the happiness they refuse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Love
\nfirst expresses itself in action as attraction of form to form and it
\nwill not be denied till a union is effected. The Divine Love that is
\nat work in this universe\u2014albeit behind the veil\u2014embraces all that
\nis manifest and it presses on all to draw together, realise their
\noneness behind the manifold exterior. In their pervading ignorance,
\nmany resist this movement of reclamation and suffer in the process;
\nthey deny themselves the bliss of union arising from Love. But Love
\nis an imperious God whose noose cannot be escaped forever; his empire
\nis ever-expanding.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Rhapsody
\nof White Desire<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nchant hymeneal to the unseen Divine,
A flaming rhapsody of white
\ndesire
Lured an immortal music into the heart
And woke the
\nslumbering ear of ecstasy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nis here in the atmosphere an intense and pure aspiration for the
\nDivine. It renders itself in the rising notes of a chant to the still
\ninvisible Divinity, setting up a wave of celestial music throbbing in
\nthe heart of the hearer and striking at the fount to ecstasy within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Aspiration
\nformulated in words, in concrete sound values, creates an atmosphere
\nfavourable to its realisation; it emanates vibrations of rhythms of
\ncharged sound-power and sets even the physical body aflame with the
\nconsuming joy of evocation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Fierier
\nSense<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\npurer, fierier sense had there its home,
A burning urge no
\nearthly limbs can hold. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nlife-world region is the field for the play of a sense which is far
\npurer, far intenser than the sense that is active in the material
\nworld on earth. The physical body can support the action only of
\nsenses which are in tune with the state of obscurity of living
\nmatter. The consciousness that actuates this physical form is only
\npartly articulate and this fact limits the capacity of the body to
\nbear the free workings of the senses. Perforce the senses have to be
\nof a modified order. But in the life-world where this limitation of
\nmatter is not, the sense action is freer, intenser. It is also purer
\nbecause it is not infected with the obscurity of the physical
\ninstrument.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Unburdened
\nBreath<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne
\ndrew a large unburdened spacious breath
And the heart sped from
\nbeat to rapturous beat. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nvoice of time sang of the Immortal\u2019s joy;
An inspiration and a
\nlyric cry,
The moments came with ecstasy on their wings; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nthis region one is not weighed down by the pull of material
\ninconscience nor pressed in by the constricting factors of ignorance.
\nOne has a freer life-movement and this evokes a natural joy and
\ndelight. Everything vibrates with notes of rapturous happiness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Delight
\ncomes naturally where there is freedom for life to flow unimpeded.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Beauty
\nand Wonder<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeauty
\nunimaginable moved heaven-bare
Absolved from boundaries in the
\nvasts of dream;
The cry of the Birds of Wonder called from the
\nskies
To the deathless people of the shores of Light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\ntoo lives Beauty without the deformations and modifications
\ninevitable in the lower worlds of ignorance and obscurity. Unearthly
\nBeauty manifests directly without any veil and spreads itself freely
\nin this subtle domain without physical barriers. There is a
\nmarvellous surge of evocation in the air calling upon the still
\nhigher worlds of Light and Immortality to manifest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Happy
\nLaughter<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCreation
\nleaped straight from the hands of God;
Marvel and rapture
\nwandered in the ways. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Only
\nto be was a supreme delight,
Life was a happy laughter of the
\nsoul
And Joy was king with Love for minister. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\ncreation has not yet suffered any deformation or diminution as it has
\non the earth. This Divine emanation preserves its true character.
\nWonder and Bliss are prominent features of this self-formulation of
\nthe Creative Spirit. Here one does not have to exert oneself, to go
\ninto action in order to derive happiness from life. To exist is
\nitself a supreme delight. It is natural here to be happy. The
\nblissful radiance of the soul is nowhere obscured. Love and its
\nconsummation in Joy of union are manifest everywhere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Bodied
\nLuminousness<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nspirit\u2019s luminousness was bodied there. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Truth,
\nsays the Upanishad, has light for its form, bh\u0101r\u016bpah. On earth the
\nSpirit reveals itself initially in the form of flashes of light* as
\nthe earthly sense cannot bear the brilliance for long. It reveals
\nitself, it withdraws. But in the higher worlds of Life the splendour
\nof the Spirit lends itself to experience in a sustained embodied
\nform. All is luminous with the glow of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

vidyuto
\nvyariyutat (Kena Up.)<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Contraries
\nas Friends<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife\u2019s
\ncontraries were lovers or natural friends
And her extremes keen
\nedges of harmony: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

What
\nnormally feature in life on earth as conflicting elements ever
\nmutually opposite, ever at strife, show themselves to be quite
\ndifferent in nature under different circumstances, in other states of
\nconsciousness; they reveal themselves to be not contradictories but
\ncomplementaries, even close and mutually enriching elements. It is
\nthus that the dualities of earth-life, e.g. good and bad, bright and
\ndark, are experienced to be complementaries. Even the extremes of
\nsense experience like joy and pain are realised to be but the two
\nsharp ends of the one and the same reality of harmony.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Indulgence
\nwith Purity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIndulgence
\nwith a tender purity came
And nursed the god on her maternal
\nbreast: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\ngrowth of godlike elements in this realm is not effected by the
\npressures of a Nature following the ‘rule of tooth and claw’ as in
\nthe material world. These elements are cherished and tended by a
\nNature that is not subject to the rule of Ignorance and
\nInconscience\u2014and therefore obliged to be harsh in her methods\u2014but
\nis suffused with a purity of spirit and sympathy of love born of
\nknowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


No
\nFalsehood<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nnone was weak, so falsehood could not live; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Falsehood
\nis the mark of the weak. It is the weak who seek to cover up their
\ndeficiencies with the pretensions of falsehood. The strong have no
\nneed to resort to falsehood either to guard themselves or to achieve
\ntheir purpose. They are endowed with the self-effectuating strength
\nand power which derives from some truth. Where there is truth, there
\nthere is real strength. And this strength is straight, not devious in
\nits workings. It is so that in the higher realms of existence, where
\nstrength of Truth prevails, there is no falsehood.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Ignorance
\nProtecting Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIgnorance
\nwas a thin shade protecting light,
Imagination the free-will of
\nTruth,
Pleasure a candidate for heaven\u2019s fire; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

As
\none develops in one’s consciousness and scales the heights of being
\none begins to perceive that the ignorance which obscures and
\nobstructs the play of the light of truth on the physical plane thins
\nout into a light shadow guarding the flame of knowledge from the
\nviolent gusts of vital nature; similarly imagination which is
\nnormally a play of fantasy or an unregulated indulgence of the vital
\nmind, turns into a purposive exercise of the manifesting truth in the
\nplay of possibilities on the subtler planes, while pleasure which is
\nrepelled by pain develops into a longing for the higher intensities
\nof truth although their pressure may be well beyond its endurance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Intellect
\nBeauty’s Worshipper<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nintellect was Beauty\u2019s worshipper,
Strength was the slave of
\ncalm spiritual law,
Power laid its head upon the breasts of
\nBliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Unlike
\nas on the lower levels of the mind where the intellect claims the
\nsole right to determine what is true and what is not true, where it
\nexists for its own sake and claims the allegiance of all other powers
\nand values of life, here on the higher reaches the intellect pays
\nhomage to the Divine as the Beautiful, the Truth as Beauty, satyam as
\nsundaram. It realises that where there is Beauty, there there is
\nTruth. The harmonies of Beauty are the formulations of Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Similarly
\nstrength does not seek to exist or exercise on its own. It bases
\nitself on a foundation of Calm and functions on the lines of the
\nworkings of the Truth of the Spirit. Strength is effective only when
\nit proceeds from an unshakable base; it is irresistible when it is an
\nundeviating action of the Truth. When it is not backed by an
\nuninvolved calm and where elements of falsehood and ignorance enter
\ninto its action, there strength fails.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Power
\ntoo ceases to throw itself out for the dubious satisfaction derived
\nfrom incessant self-effectuation and self-aggrandisement. It finds at
\nlast and rests in the self-existent Bliss in Existence, self-content,
\nself-satisfied.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Summit
\nGlories<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwere summit glories inconceivable,
Autonomies of wisdom\u2019s still
\nself-rule
And high dependencies of her virgin sun,
Illumined
\ntheocracies of the seeing soul
Throned in the power of the
\nTranscendent\u2019s ray. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\non the summits are domains that are beyond the conception of man in
\ntheir riches of Knowledge, Power and Splendour. Wisdom reigns in her
\ncalm not needing the instrumentation of the intellect, The light of
\nthe sun of these altitudes illumines chaste without interference.
\nHere are realms that are the empires of the soul that embraces all in
\nits vision and rules with its power derived from the Truth-Sun above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Sun-Bright
\nKingdoms<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nvision of grandeurs, a dream of magnitudes
In sun-bright kingdoms
\nmoved with regal gait:
Assemblies, crowded senates of the gods,
\n
Life\u2019s puissances reigned on seats of marble will,
High
\ndominations and autocracies
And laurelled strengths and armed
\nimperative mights. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Aswapathy
\nsees in movement these lofty worlds of Life-Powers, bright in their
\nglories, vast in their extent, governed imperiously with firm will by
\ntheir gods of hallowed strengths and irresistible ‘nights. These
\nworlds are distinguished by their brilliant order, dominating Power
\nand a high ease of movement. There is no lack of anything, no chaos
\nof any kind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Great
\nand Beautiful<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nobjects there were great and beautiful,
All beings wore a royal
\nstamp of power. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nsat the oligarchies of natural Law,
Proud violent heads served
\none calm monarch brow:
All the soul\u2019s postures donned divinity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

It
\nis a world of uplifting beauty that Aswapathy b<\/FONT>eholds. In all
\nobjects there is a mask of nobility and also of beauty, a dignity of
\npower. All authority stems from a Law that has grown from within\u2014not
\nimposed from without\u2014and all strengths, powers and impulsions serve
\na lordship that is calm in its unquestioned sovereignty. Each poise
\nand attitude of the soul takes on a divine character. The soul no
\nmore moves in the grooves of ignorant Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThere
\nmet the ardent mutual intimacies
Of mastery\u2019s joy and the joy
\nof servitude
Imposed by Love on Love\u2019s heart that obeys
And
\nLove\u2019s body held beneath a rapturous yoke. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nare conditions in which mastery by another ceases to be restraining
\nand servitude ceases to be painful. Both turn into sources of joy in
\nthe alchemy of love. When this love is of the purer and wholesouled
\nkind as obtains on the higher levels of consciousness, the yoke of
\nLove indeed becomes rapturous. The joy of mastering love at one end
\nis met by the equally intense joy of utter surrender by love from the
\nother and both merge in the bliss of union.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Worship
\nLifts the Bowed Strength<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas a game of meeting kinglinesses. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

For
\nworship lifts the worshipper\u2019s bowed strength
Close to the
\ngod\u2019s pride and bliss his soul adores:
The ruler there is one
\nwith all he rules; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\nthere is no difference of high and low in stature. None feels
\ninferior or demeaned in discharging his role. All meet in a natural
\ndignity. Between him who rules and those that are ruled there is no
\ngulf; both meet in their consciousness which is one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

If
\none adores and worships another, this very act of worship brings
\nabout a union between the being that looks up in adoration and the
\nhigh being that is sought. The strength and the joy of the latter
\nlifts up the limited but surrendered strength of the other. The
\nweaker is linked to the stronger, the stronger flows into the weaker
\nand there is a fruitful issue: the weaker acts with a strength
\ngreater than his own, the stronger effectuates through an instrument
\nthat is weaker by nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nTo
\nhim who serves with a free equal heart
Obedience is his princely
\ntraining\u2019s school,
His nobility\u2019s coronet and privilege,
His
\nfaith is a high nature\u2019s idiom,
His service a spiritual
\nsovereignty. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

To
\nserve is not lowly. Service is an indispensable function in the
\nDivine Manifestation and one who serves with the right consciousness,
\nwithout the claims and taint of ego, discharging with an attitude of
\nequality whatever function comes to him, grows in his soul. He does
\nnot look upon obedience as a mark of inferiority. To him it is a
\nvaluable experience in self-discipline, a training ground for an
\neffective manifestation. Humility is a sign of his inner richness and
\nsensitivity to the Divine Presence. His faith in the Divine Wisdom in
\nallotting to him his function is an expression of the evolved state
\nof his nature. In serving he verily rules. He is not helplessly
\nsubject to circumstances but governs his own evolution through the
\nmeans chosen for his nature by the indwelling soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Knowledge
\nand Power (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwere realms where Knowledge joined creative Power
In her high
\nhome and made her all his own:
The grand Illuminate seized her
\ngleaming limbs
And filled them with the passion of his ray
Till
\nall her body was its transparent house
And all her soul a
\ncounterpart of his soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nare planes of existence high up where Knowledge is not divorced from
\nPower as it mostly is on earth. Here on earth knowledge and power
\nare, as it were, in two different segments. Knowledge is ineffective
\nby itself; a process is to be found to translate it into life. Power
\nis virtually blind and can be utilised to any purpose or no purpose.
\nBut it is not so on the levels nearer to the Truth in manifestation.
\nThere Knowledge joins Power. Power is filled with a guiding and
\ncontrolling Knowledge; Knowledge freely and spontaneously draws upon
\nPower to effectuate itself. They become at their best two
\ncomplementary aspects, each completing the other. Cit and \u015bakti fuse
\ninto each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Knowledge
\nand Power (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApotheosised,
\ntransfigured by wisdom\u2019s touch,
Her days became a luminous
\nsacrifice;
An immortal moth in happy and endless fire,
She
\nburned in his sweet intolerable blaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

When
\nPower\u2014of any kind\u2014is thus illumined by Knowledge, it undergoes a
\ntransmutation in its workings. It no longer works mechanically but
\nexerts itself in service, in consecration to the Truth that presides,
\nindwells and surrounds it as a light, a flame of self-existent and
\nself-effectuating Knowledge. Power grows conscious, gets absorbed and
\nbecomes the dynamism of Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nBuilds Anew<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncaptive Life wedded her conqueror. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\nhis wide sky she built her world anew;
She gave to mind\u2019s calm
\npace the motor\u2019s speed,
To thinking a need to live what the
\nsoul saw,
To living an impetus to know and see. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

When
\nthe Life-Power is open to Knowledge, when it turns into a direct
\ndynamis of that Consciousness, the mode and the scope of her workings
\nundergo a radical change. Things are new-built in a vaster context by
\nthis uplifted Life whose range gets enlarged into the new horizons
\nlit up by the leading Light. Life proceeds to impart her
\ncharacteristic force of movement to the measured activity of the
\nmind; she impresses upon the mind an urgency to translate into action
\nthe perceptions of the inner being even as her own faculties and
\npowers are impelled by it to share in the knowledge gained and
\nfunction with an increasing element of consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

It
\nis the uplifted and purified Life that dynamises the mind into a
\npower of the soul and makes possible the growing manifestation of the
\ntruth of the soul by the raising of its own powers to a greater
\ndegree of consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nCrowns Idea<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nsplendour grasped her, her puissance to him clung;
She crowned
\nthe Idea a king in purple robes,
Put her magic serpent sceptre in
\nThought\u2019s grip,
Made forms his inward vision\u2019s rhythmic
\nshapes
And her acts the living body of his will. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nglory of Knowledge takes the Power of Life in its grasp, the Power of
\nLife accepts Knowledge as her master. Knowledge formulated in Idea
\nbecomes the ruler and Life yields to it her own control over the host
\nof powers and forces that operate in the vital world. Life casts
\nforms in the mould and the rhythm of the perceptions in the Idea
\nabove and her own movements and actions embody the creative Will in
\nthat Idea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Life-Power
\nsubserves and seeks to fulfil the greater Knowledge and Will pressing
\nupon her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Light
\nRides on Force<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nflaming thunder, a creator flash,
His victor Light rode on her
\ndeathless Force;
A centaur\u2019s mighty gallop bore the god. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Scintillating
\nKnowledge suffused and vehicled by an intense, undiminishing Force of
\nLife is instantly creative. It is not handicapped by any lack of
\nsupport or want in the instrument, in its creative movement. So too
\nthe Life-Force is not dispersed or wasted for want of an unfailing
\ndirection. Both at a high pitch of purity and intensity effectuate
\nthe creative Purpose without fail.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Double
\nMajesty<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nthroned with mind, a double majesty. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nby itself is not adequate. Without the guiding intelligence of the
\nmind she is blind, mechanical. Mind too without the instrumentation
\nof the Life-Force is ineffective in the world. It is only when both
\nthese agents are joined, function as complementaries that a purpose
\nand effectuating Puissance comes into being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Worlds
\nof Happiness<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWorlds
\nwere there of a happiness great and grave
And action tinged with
\ndream, laughter with thought,
And passion there could wait for
\nits desire
Until it heard the near approach of God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nhigher regions are suffused with a profound happiness that elevates,
\nnot like the earthly happiness, exciting but precarious. Activity is
\naccompanied by a vision that inspires it; mirth has a serious strain
\nof thought in its background. Aspiration, longing for the higher
\nTruth, the Divine, is not impatient, impetuous and wasteful, but
\ngathered and consistent. It holds itself in faith awaiting the
\nResponse.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


The
\nBody a Heavenly Instrument<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWorlds
\nwere there of a childlike mirth and joy;
A carefree youthfulness
\nof mind and heart
Found in the body a heavenly instrument; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nis here in these worlds a spontaneous joy unbridled by care or fear.
\nThe mind and heart are not weighed down or covered by the obscurities
\nand pulls of Ignorance and materiality. The very body, which acts as
\na drag and an impediment to their free play on the earth, turns here
\nin the subtler planes into a ready and joyous instrument for their
\naction. It bears their charge and renders their rhythms without
\ndiminution or deformation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Gambols
\nof Love and Beauty<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nlit an aureate halo round desire
And freed the deified animal in
\nthe limbs
To divine gambols of love and beauty and bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nunbounded verve lifts up desire from its lowly levels and invests it
\nwith a glow of higher light, turning it into loftier channels;
\nliberates the being’s vitality from its chains in the encasing body
\nand lets it free to participate in the natural play of untarnished
\nbeauty, love and bliss on these higher planes. It does not have to
\nstrain and catch whatever bits of deformed beauty, love and bliss it
\ncan seize as in its hampered movements on the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nLife-Impulse that Stints not<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn a
\nradiant soil that gazed at heaven\u2019s smile
A swift life-impulse
\nstinted not nor stopped:
It knew not how to tire; happy were its
\ntears. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nis here a close rapport between the ground of activity and the
\nConsciousness that regards and lights it up. There is a palpable flow
\nof bliss between the two. As a result the accelerated life-force does
\nnot spare itself in exertion, does not ever cease to work. It is
\nconstantly replenished from the higher Source and even when the
\nactivity is exacting, it breathes in a contented joy of effectuation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Work
\nas Play<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwork was play and play the only work,
The tasks of heaven a game
\nof godlike might: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

With
\nthe absence of strain due to the goadings of desire and ego, all
\nactivity becomes an enjoyable pastime. The life-energy throws itself
\nfor the sheer joy of effectuation without subjection to the incessant
\nclaims and reactions of tainted desires. All that is to be done is
\nachieved effortlessly with a strength that is irrepressible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

All
\nthe difference between work and play, between laboured exertion and
\nstimulating activity is due to subjective factors in the doer. If one
\nis actuated by the narrow considerations of ego, of desire for
\nself-satisfaction, which provoke protesting reactions in the field or
\nthose of unfulfilled claims in oneself, then work becomes a strenuous
\nmovement instead of a joyous exertion in growth and an expansion of
\nthe faculties of the being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nan Eternity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncelestial bacchanal for ever pure,
Unstayed by faintness as in
\nmortal frames
Life was an eternity of rapture\u2019s moods:
Age
\nnever came, care never lined the face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

By
\nitself Life is an immortal Force\u2014am\u0157tam as the Upanishad describes
\nit. Its nature is deep delight. And that is because it is really a
\nprojection in the terrestrial world of the Force of Consciousness,
\n\u015bakti and cit, that is full of bliss, \u0101nanda. But when it is
\nenclosed in the physical body subject to decay and death and
\nidentified with it, the Life-Force in action perforce shares the
\ndisabilities of the physical frame. When this restriction is removed
\nand the Life-Force enabled to function on its own without the
\nnecessity of the instrumentation of the physical, without having to
\nshare in the obscurities of its encasement, then Life comes into her
\nown characteristic operation. Life is purer, radiant and exalted in
\nmovements. Life is not depressed, not decaying, not dying.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\na Race and Laughter<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImposing
\non the safety of the stars
A race and laughter of immortal
\nstrengths,
The nude God-children in their play-fields ran
\n
Smiting the winds with splendour and with speed;
Of storm and
\nsun they made companions,
Sported with the white mane of tossing
\nseas,
Slew distance trampled to death under their wheels
And
\nwrestled in the arenas of their force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

These
\nregions of the Life-world are fields for the play of an untrammelled
\nLife-Force. There is here a purity, a brightness of the spirit that
\nrenders all movement delightful. Uninterrupted by flaws and twists
\nthat come with Ignorance, joy, strength, speed and adventure have a
\nfree range and the beings embodying these forces sport in utter
\nfreedom without restraints of any kind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Divine
\nLargesse<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImperious
\nin their radiance like the suns
They kindled heaven with the
\nglory of their limbs
Flung like a divine largesse to the world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nmmediacy of Life is indispensable for the manifestation of the Spirit
\nin Matter. The riches of Being, Consciousness, Puissance, Bliss and
\nImmortality can be transmitted and rendered active in the lower
\nworlds only through the agency of the pristine Life-Force acting in
\nall its mastery. What is static above is dynamised by the action of
\nthis Force for the purpose of effective manifestation in the
\nterrestrial universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life’s
\nBanner<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nspell to force the heart to stark delight,
They carried the pride
\nand mastery of their charm
As if Life\u2019s banner on the roads of
\nSpace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

a
\nlofty mastery over the course in progress, a beauty of movement and a
\nsheer insistent delight. Beauty, strength, delight are the hallmarks
\nof pure, unrestricted Life in action.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Mind’s
\nPlay<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdeas
\nwere luminous comrades of the soul;
Mind played with speech, cast
\njavelins of thought,
But needed not these instruments\u2019 toil to
\nknow;
Knowledge was Nature\u2019s pastime like the rest. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

On
\nthese higher levels of existence the mind does not need to labour
\nwith its faculties of ideation, thinking and formulating in order to
\narrive at a knowledge of things. Knowledge here is more direct and
\nspontaneous. It shines luminously in the form of true ideas in the
\nnatural movements of the soul. And if the mind does exercise its
\nfaculties of thought and the like, it is more as a play than a
\nnecessity in order to know.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Youth
\nof Soul<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvestitured
\nwith the fresh heart\u2019s bright ray,
An early God-instinct\u2019s
\nchild inheritors,
Tenants of the perpetuity of Time
Still
\nthrilling with the first creation\u2019s bliss,
They steeped
\nexistence in their youth of soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\nthe self-formulations of the creative Spirit are yet fresh and
\nbright, not yet obscured, not yet overcome by the shadows of
\nNescience. The movement has entered the zone of Time but the
\nself-awareness and bliss of the creative stir in the Eternal are
\nstill vibrant and all existence breathes the vigour of a youthful
\nspirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Will
\nto Joy<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nexquisite and vehement tyranny,
The strong compulsion of their
\nwill to joy
Poured smiling streams of happiness through the
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Apart
\nfrom the undimmed legacy of Knowledge and Bliss, there is active here
\nan insistent will to manifest, to effectuate the Delight of
\nexistence. This will presses itself in its full power and there issue
\nfrom it flowing currents of joy all over.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

All
\ncreation, in fact, proceeds on the impulsion of a basic \u0101nanda,
\nDelight of Existence, and aims to manifest that Delight in the
\nbecoming. But the will to this purpose finds a freer play only on the
\nhigher planes of the Creation where it does not have to work under
\nthe several limiting conditions that characterise the lower field.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Tranquil
\nAir<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nreigned a breath of high immune content,
A fortunate gait of days
\nin tranquil air,
A flood of universal love and peace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

But
\nwith all this joy and thrill of life, there is felt here the presence
\nof something that is not lost in that current, something above,
\nsomething calm and serene, a vast expanse of Love, a peace unlimited.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

What
\nis aloof, not involved in the movement is tranquil, calm. The calm
\ndeepens into Peace and on the bosom of Peace lies unending Love,
\ncauseless, objectless.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Tireless
\nSweetness<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsovereignty of tireless sweetness lived
Like a song of pleasure
\non the lips of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nis here no flagging of the joyful movement, either due to the
\ninability of the instruments or receptacles to hold the joy for long
\nor to the dilution of the joy by opposite elements from the lower
\nnature of Ignorance. Happiness uninterrupted holds a festive sway
\nover the whole domain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Large
\nSpontaneous Order<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlarge spontaneous order freed the will,
A sun-frank winging of
\nthe soul to bliss,
The breadth and greatness of the unfettered
\nact
And the swift fire-heart\u2019s golden liberty. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

One
\ndoes not have to impose an order on things and movements here. No
\nconstrictive regulation becomes necessary. A natural and free
\nself-organisation takes place in which the will is not under any
\nexternal compulsion; the being is able to aspire for and reach the
\ndivine Bliss in an uninhibited direct movement; a large and high
\ndynamic action becomes possible in the absence of the clamping and
\nnarrowing factors of ego, desire and ignorance of the lower nature;
\nthe heart catches the flame of Godward soar and burns bright without
\nthe obscuring smoke of the earthly elements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


No
\nSoul-Severance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no falsehood of soul-severance,
There came no crookedness of
\nthought or word
To rob creation of its native truth;
All was
\nsincerity and natural force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

All
\nfalsehood comes into being when there is a departure from the truth
\nthat is the base of every existence. This basic truth formulates
\nitself as the soul of the creation that is meant to express and
\nmanifest it. Where there is some deviation in the movement, the rays
\nof this sun of the soul are obscured, deflected, and crookednesses,
\nv\u0157jin\u0101ni, twists, deformations take place at different levels,
\nmental, vital etc. The Force of the truth also gets diminished and
\ndiverted.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Where,
\nhowever, there is not this obscuration of the soul, no gulf between
\nthe soul and the nature in which the manifestation is being built up,
\nthere is a directness of movement. All aspires to express the
\nimpelling truth without detraction of any kind; nature is sincere and
\nwhere there is sincerity there flows the natural power of the truth
\nto which one is sincere. Truth and its powers are self-effective.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nPlayed at Ease<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nfreedom was sole rule and highest law. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

In
\na happy series climbed or plunged these worlds:
In realms of
\ncurious beauty and surprise,
In fields of grandeur and of titan
\npower,
Life played at ease with her immense desires. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\nin the upper realms of Life there are no limiting constrictions
\nimposed either from below or from above, as there are on earth where
\nthe rigidities of the material inconscience and the interferences of
\nthe labouring mind in ignorance restrict the scope and effectivity of
\nthe Life-Force. Life-Power is free to build, to re-build, to form, to
\nchange, to soar, to delve with all her unbounded strength in the way
\nshe chooses, in all the majesty of her glory.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Heavenly
\nVariety<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nthousand Edens she could build nor pause;
No bound was set to her
\ngreatness and to her grace
And to her heavenly variety. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nis free on these planes to display her powers of varied manifestation
\nwithout any kind of restriction. Her field is endless, her capacities
\nare unchecked and she pours all her grandeur, beauty and power in
\nluxurious abundance. There are no elements to vitiate her creations
\nof joyous vitality, no factors to limit her workings qualitatively or
\nquantitatively.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nthe Builder (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwake
\nwith a cry and stir of numberless souls,
Arisen from the breast
\nof some deep Infinite,
Smiling like a new-born child at love and
\nhope,
In her nature housing the Immortal\u2019s power,
In her
\nbosom bearing the eternal Will,
No guide she needed but her
\nluminous heart: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\ncreative Life-Power on these levels of existence carries fresh from
\nthe Being of the Supreme the truth-formation that she has to launch
\ninto manifestation. She holds in herself the guiding Knowledge, the
\ntimeless Will and deathless Power of the Supreme and turns with joy
\nto her task.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

She
\ndoes not need any lead or any aid from elsewhere as she bears in
\nherself all the creative charge that is needed for the purpose direct
\nfrom the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nthe Builder (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo
\nfall debased the godhead of her steps,
No alien Night had come to
\nblind her eyes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

At
\nthis level in the creative manifestation, there is no departure from
\nthe governing truth of things. The will in the Force executes itself
\ninfallibly. The spell of Nescience is not here as it is on the Earth
\nwhere the pall of Inconscience and the veils of Ignorance blind the
\neye of evolving Nature. There is here no disabling interference by
\nthe Life-Force with the manifestation under sway. The creative Light
\ncontinues to show the way undimmed, unobscured by the darknesses of
\nthe nether formation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nthe Builder (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no use for grudging ring or fence;
Each act was a perfection
\nand a joy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nself-effective element of Knowledge-Will within her keeps her
\nmovements in accord with the truth-intention. Her actions do not
\ndeflect or swerve from the lines foreseen at the outset. Each
\ndeployment fulfills itself delightfully, completely, exactly. No
\nlimitations need to be placed on her movements to avoid misdirection
\nof effort, to ensure execution without waste.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Magician
\nBuilder<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbandoned
\nto her rapid fancy\u2019s moods
And the rich coloured riot of her
\nmind,
Initiate of divine and mighty dreams,
Magician builder
\nof unnumbered forms
Exploring the measures of the rhythms of God,
\n
At will she wove her wizard wonder-dance,
A Dionysian goddess
\nof delight,
A Bacchant of creative ecstasy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nLife-Power is a wonderful builder. She brings out numberless truths
\nout of the Infinite and casts them in shapes and rhythms apparently
\nat the fancy of her changeful moods but really on lines envisaged in
\nthe original creative Idea. It is she who masterfully manifests the
\nGlory of the Supreme in the manifold, picturesque patterns of form
\nand movement on the crest of her waves of might and delight.
\nUnderneath all her dizzying rapidities and ecstatic sweeps there is a
\npurposive direction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Gulf
\nWithout Bridge<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nworld of bliss he saw and felt its call,
But found no way to
\nenter into its joy;
Across the conscious gulf there was no
\nbridge. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

A
\ndarker air encircled still his soul
Tied to an image of unquiet
\nlife. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

It
\nis not possible to bear unalloyed bliss for long as long as one’s
\nsystem is not rid of impurities, of agitations and excitements. A
\nsolid base of quietude and calm is indispensable to support the
\naction of the higher ecstasy. Aswapathy finds that he has still this
\ndisability which creates a gulf between him and the state of bliss he
\nis watching and which he is attracted to. His being is not yet free
\nfrom the stamp of the agitated life-movement with its shadows of ego
\nand desire, struggle and Pain, natural in the worlds below. He is
\nunable to enter this kingdom of bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIn
\nspite of yearning mind and longing sense,
To a sad Thought by
\ngrey experience formed
And a vision dimmed by care and sorrow and
\nsleep
All this seemed only a bright desirable dream
Conceived
\nin a longing distance by the heart
Of one who walks in the shadow
\nof earth-pain. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

His
\nmind is still coloured by the result of sad experiences in
\nearth-life. His vision has been narrowed and obscured by the
\nuncertainty, grief and exhaustion of that life. That is why, with all
\nhis aspiration and intense longing for the pure bliss of the heights,
\nwhen the desired state is actually presented before him, it appears
\nlike a dream, a prospect imagined and hoped for by one in pain and
\nsuffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


His
\nNature too near to Suffering<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nhe once had felt the Eternal\u2019s clasp,
Too near to suffering
\nworlds his nature lived,
And where he stood were entrances of
\nNight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Aswapathy’s
\nbeing has indeed had experience of union with the Divine
\nConsciousness and is not new to the Bliss that beckons. But his
\nnature has been accustomed too long to respond to the movements of
\npain and suffering of the earth world. It is still close in its
\nsensitivity to vibrations of pain. Besides, in the vital worlds where
\nhe finds himself, there are passages leading to the darker worlds.
\nThey are dose by and his nature is not immune to their pull.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nHardly,
\ntoo close beset by the world\u2019s care,
Can the dense mould in
\nwhich we have been made
Return sheer joy to joy, pure light to
\nlight. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nhuman system, used as it is to the vibrations and stresses of
\nstruggle and suffering natural to the world of Ignorance in which it
\nhas to live and grow, is unable to respond rightly to contacts of joy
\nand happiness. The obscurities and vitiating elements of ego, desire
\nand ignorance that form part of its nature interfere at every step
\nand prevent the full and right response to movements of light, of
\njoy. The reactions are always mixed and dilute the experience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

A
\nsustained effort of purification and subtilisation is needed before a
\nhealthier response is possible from human nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Dire
\nDuality<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nits tormented will to think and live
First to a mingled pain and
\npleasure woke
And still it keeps the habit of its birth:
A
\ndire duality is our way to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

When
\nthe human consciousness awakes out of its torpor to the vibrations of
\nlife and reacts to them through the doors of the senses, it finds
\nthat the impacts evoke two kinds of sensations: pleasurable and
\npainful. All experience is mixed with these two opposite elements.
\nThis duality persists and reaches out to other fields\u2014mental,
\nmoral, emotional etc.\u2014as the embodied consciousness grows. And all
\nlife is thus experienced in terms of the opposites, of pleasure and
\npain, good and evil etc., at every level.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

In
\nspite of this duality, the will to live and grow persists because of
\nthe relentless pressure from evolving Nature to undergo the
\nexperience and develop the consciousness in enlarging fields.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


In
\nthe Beginnings<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe crude beginnings of this mortal world
Life was not nor mind\u2019s
\nplay nor heart\u2019s desire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

When
\nthis material universe came into existence, all was sheer
\nmateriality. It was a world of inert, physical extension. There was
\nno life-breath to activate matter, no mentality to infuse thought
\ninto the material manifestation, no movement of emotional faculties.
\nAll was still. Consciousness was not yet.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Souls
\nAsleep in Objects<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nearth was built in the unconscious Void
And nothing was save a
\nmaterial scene,
Identified with sea and sky and stone
Her
\nyoung gods yearned for the release of souls
Asleep in objects,
\nvague, inanimate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

At
\nthis stage when all was a spread of inert Matter there was no
\nconsciousness. An immense unconscious Void contained all. But this
\nwas so only on the surface. Within the material forms there was
\nlatent a consciousness that was pressing to emerge and articulate
\nitself. Behind the dead appearance a ferment was gathering for the
\nrelease of a dormant, unformed consciousness. The agents of
\nManifestation, the gods, strove to effect this outbreak of
\nconsciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Uncommunicated
\nLoad of Godhead<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthat desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare,
In the deaf
\nstillness, mid the unheeded sounds,
Heavy was the uncommunicated
\nload
Of Godhead in a world that had no needs;
For none was
\nthere to feel or to receive. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Sound
\nreverberated but there was none to hear. There was no life and hence
\nthere was no need of any kind. Consequently the pressure of the
\ndivine consciousness to deliver itself from the womb of Matter was
\nunanswered. There was no seconding response, no seeking for it from
\nan environment that had not yet awakened to a need for anything. But
\nthe pressure within increased more and more.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Creative
\nUrge<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nsolid mass which brooked no throb of sense
Could not contain
\ntheir vast creative urge:
Immersed no more in Matter\u2019s harmony,
\n
The Spirit lost its statuesque repose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Finally,
\nthe persistent push of the consciousness within, the evolutionary
\nnisus, could not be contained for long in the inert denseness of
\nMatter however hard. It broke forth and the first stir of movement,
\nthe throb of the spirit commenced replacing the initial poise of
\nimmobility of the material creation. The first condition of a
\nstationary organisation of Matter was disturbed by the beginnings of
\nthe movement of consciousness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Passioning
\nfor Movement<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe uncaring trance it groped for sight,
Passioned for the
\nmovements of a conscious heart,
Famishing for speech and thought
\nand joy and love,
In the dumb insensitive wheeling day and night
\n
Hungered for the beat of yearning and response. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nevolutionary Spirit emerging from the trance of Matter in the form of
\nconsciousness started feeling out for sensation, for action, for
\norgans of expression and experience. It sought for contact and
\nresponse in an environment that was wholly inert, indifferent and as
\nif dead. It struggled for conscious articulation, for evocation of
\nanswering movement and the means therefore.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nCry to Life<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npoised inconscience shaken with a touch,
The intuitive silence
\ntrembling with a name,
They cried to Life to invade the senseless
\nmould
And in brute forms awake divinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

At
\nthe first stir of the concealed consciousness there was a radical
\nmovement that broke the spell of inconscient sleep in the material
\ncreation. The quietude that reigned\u2014not entirely nescient, for in
\nits depths there lay a divine, intuitive element\u2014began to throb
\nwith a vibration of potent sound. There went forth a cry, an
\naspiration and a call to the Power of Life to descend into the
\nmaterial universe and infuse it with a living sense, to awake by its
\npressure the divine consciousness dormant in the lifeless forms of
\nMatter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

Life
\ndescends from its plane above in response to the call from the plane
\nof Matter below, enlivens Matter and organises itself in the material
\nworld.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nVoice and a Murmur<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nvoice was heard on the mute rolling globe,
A murmur moaned in the
\nunlistening Void. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

With
\nthe outbreak of this movement of life, there commenced a general
\narticulation of the hitherto dumb need in things. A call for the
\nbreath of life pervaded. There also rose in that bleak desert a
\nmuffled sound as if of protest at this disturbance of the settled
\norder of insentient inertia.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nBeing Breathes<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nbeing seemed to breathe where once was none:
Something pent up in
\ndead insentient depths,
Denied conscious existence, lost to joy,
\n
Turned as if one asleep since dateless time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

There
\nwas the breath of life where before all was as if dead. The soul in
\nthings came to life. What had been so far lying suppressed,
\ninsensitive, unconscious turned over as though from a long, long
\nsleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


The
\nSoul Yearns<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAware
\nof its own buried reality,
Remembering its forgotten self and
\nright,
It yearned to know, to aspire, to enjoy, to live. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

This
\nawakened being, the soul, began to remember, It became aware of its
\nown concealed truth of existence: its innate nature of consciousness
\nand delight and their claim which had passed out of its memory with
\nits involuntary plunge into Nescience. It now longed to live, to know
\nthe full truth of all, to take delight in all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nHears the Call<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nheard the call and left her native light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Overflowing
\nfrom her bright magnificent plane
On the rigid coil and sprawl of
\nmortal space,
Here too the gracious great-winged Angel poured
\n
Her splendour and her sweetness and her bliss,
Hoping to fill
\na fair new world with joy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\non its own plane above heard the call from the earth below and in
\nresponse moved down with her immeasurable power, bliss, splendour\u2014so
\nnatural to her\u2014in order to infuse them in dead Matter and create a
\nworld of movement, joy and brightness where all was inert, insentient
\nand obscure. Abundant in power, swift in movement and bright with
\njoy, Life descended into the material universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nEnters<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\ncomes a goddess to a mortal\u2019s breast
And fills his days with
\nher celestial clasp,
She stooped to make her home in transient
\nshapes;
In Matter\u2019s womb she cast the Immortal\u2019s fire,
In
\nthe unfeeling Vast woke thought and hope,
Smote with her charm
\nand beauty flesh and nerve
And forced delight on earth\u2019s
\ninsensible frame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Like
\na divine Power entering the being of man and putting its
\ncharacteristic stamp on his movements, Life entered the material
\nworld with all that she carries and sought to enrich it with her
\ngifts. Though her own home is unconfined and imperishable, she chose
\nto house herself on earth in limited forms that are subject to death.
\nIn Matter which is inert and mortal, Life planted the nisus of
\nImmortality, in a desert of Nescience she awoke consciousness and
\naspiration. To brute forms of Matter she imparted her own beauty and
\ngrace and where there was stark, she aroused the thrill of delight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life’s
\nGlory<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlive
\nand clad with trees and herbs and flowers
Earth\u2019s great brown
\nbody smiled towards the skies,
Azure replied to azure in the
\nsea\u2019s laugh;
New sentient creatures filled the unseen depths,
\n
Life\u2019s glory and swiftness ran in the beauty of beasts,
Man
\ndared and thought and met with his soul the world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

With
\nthe effective descent of Life into the material world all began to
\nchange. Forms and shapes hitherto inert and immobile stirred with
\nlife, and movement commenced. Sentient creatures appeared where
\nbefore there had been only inert formations. Creation lifted up its
\nface and broke forth into living picturesque patterns. The upward
\naspiration and movement became articulate. Beauty of forms ceased to
\nbe statuesque; it raced on earth proclaiming the glory of Life. It
\nbecame possible in time for man to appear, to think, to become more
\nand more conscious, to adventure and confront the outer world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


A
\nDark Presence Questions<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nwhile the magic breath was on its way,
Before her gifts could
\nreach our prisoned hearts,
A dark ambiguous Presence questioned
\nall. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

But
\nbefore Life could establish her full sway on material Earth and
\nimpart her untiring power, natural bliss and innate immortality to
\nthe forms which she vivified, there was a challenge and interference
\nby an opposite Power of Nescience and Darkness which was already in
\npossession of the Earth-field.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


The
\nSecret Will<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsecret Will that robes itself with Night
And offers to spirit the
\nordeal of the flesh,
Imposed a mystic mask of death and pain. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Even
\nthis factor of darkness, however, is a part of the process of the
\nworking of the Divine Will in creation. It is an element that has
\nsprung up as a result of an exclusive concentration of the
\nmanifesting Power. In consequence the Spirit has got involved in the
\nhard crust of Matter and in its emergence out of it, it is subjected
\nto the operations of pain and death inevitable in those first
\nconditions of inconscience and obscurity Behind this development too
\nthere is the Will of the Supreme: to raise all the possibilities
\ninherent in the situation and work them out, to give full scope to
\nthe opposite possibilities of darkness, nescience and death and then
\nto change and transform them ultimately into Light, Consciousness and
\nImmortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Imprisoned
\nLife<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInterned
\nnow in the slow and suffering years
Sojourns the winged and
\nwonderful wayfarer
And can no more recall her happier state,
But
\nmust obey the inert Inconscient\u2019s law,
Insensible foundation of
\na world
In which blind limits are on beauty laid
And sorrow
\nand joy as struggling comrades live. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nhas to obey the laws of the inconscient Matter in which she has
\ndescended to organise herself. This is particularly so in the earlier
\nstages till more and more of Matter is informed by the Life-Force and
\nacquires her character more and more. Till then the laws of inertia,
\nobscurity, cessation are binding on embodied Life and her
\ncharacteristic powers have to function under severe limitation. Where
\nthere is no sensibility, sense has to awake slowly, where there is
\nbrute dead mass, there the beauty of vibrant Life has to emerge and
\nthis entails a struggle in which joy and sorrow appear in their
\nduality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Life
\nMaimed<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA dim
\nand dreadful muteness fell on her:
Abolished was her subtle
\nmighty spirit
And slain her boon of child-god happiness,
And
\nall her glory into littleness turned
And all her sweetness into a
\nmaimed desire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Life
\nunderwent a great diminution of her native power. She lost her
\nfreedom of articulation and movement; she shrank. She could no more
\nradiate her innate verve and joy. Constricted in movement and
\nsuppressed in spring, Life was afflicted with desire to reach out to
\nwhat she had not.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Feeding
\nDeath<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nfeed death with her works is here life\u2019s doom. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Here
\non earth Death is more powerful than Life. Whatever is hatched,
\nnourished and built by Life has to ultimately pass into the jaws of
\nDeath which engulfs all terrestrial creation. And yet, Life goes on
\nwith her labour of creating and supporting a myriad forms endlessly.
\nIt is as if Life is sentenced to this task of providing food for
\nhungry Death that devours all she creates.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


An
\nEpisode in Eternal Death<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSo
\nveiled was her immortality that she seemed,
Inflicting
\nconsciousness on unconscious things,
An episode in an eternal
\ndeath,
A myth of being that must for ever cease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

Such
\nwas the evil mystery of her change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

The
\nchange Life underwent on the earth-field was so far-reaching that her
\nimmortal nature was obscured, practically eliminated. It looked as if
\nall things were by themselves not conscious but Life was forcing
\nconsciousness upon them and pressing them to be awake, but they
\nlapsed back into unconsciousness after a time. The workings of Life
\nin this domain governed by Death seemed transient, almost an unreal
\nappearance that was obliged to fade away. Death, not Life, claimed to
\nbe eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n



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