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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 Seven. The Book of Yoga<\/p>\n

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

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\nBook Seven: Canto
\nII<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nParable of the Search for the Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
One night as Savitri is s’tting musing upon the approaching Fate,
\na summons from the summits of her being comes in a mighty Voice. Her
\nbody becomes rigid and all grows still. She listens to the Voice:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWas it to nurse this
\ngrief and helplessly await thy doom, that thou earnest to earth ? O
\nspirit, O immortal energy, arise and conquer Time and Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers:
\n
\u201cMy strength is taken away from me and given to Death. Why
\nshould I struggle with Fate, why should I strive to uplift this
\nignorant race that is satisfied with its lot and mocks at the saving
\nLight? Is there a God who can be moved by any cry? He leaves man to
\nthe mercy of Law and Death. Why should I and Satyavan fight Death?
\nWhy not we pass through the night to the sun beyond?\u201d<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice replies:
\n
Is that enough, O spirit? What will thy soul say when it wakes
\nand realises that the work for which it came remains undone? Was it
\nfor this that thou camest on earth with a mandate from eternity? Art
\nthou going leave the old laws unchanged? Shall there be no new world,
\nno deliverance for man from unchanging Fate? Hast thou not come clown
\nto open the doors of Fate and lead man to the wide and golden road of
\ntruth? Am I to confess to the Eternal that His power kindled in thee
\nhas failed and his labourer returns with her task unfulfilled?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s heart
\nfalls mute; she does not speak. But a Power within her answers:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nI am thy portion
\nhere on earth. Command, I will do thy work.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice replies:
\n
Remember why thou earnest. Find out thy soul, seek God’s meaning
\nin thy depths. Change mortal nature into the divine. Open God’s door
\nand enter into communion with Him. Cast away thought and sense; let
\nHis vast Truth awake and see. Then shalt thou behold the Eternal’s
\nbody in the world, meet Him everywhere; thy heart shall beat in God.
\nThen shalt thou embody my Force and vanquish Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri continues to
\nsit in her motionless pose. She looks into herself and seeks for her
\nsoul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Cosmic past is
\nrevealed to her in a series of dream images: the first steps of
\ncreation, the soul embodying itself in the body, Matter slowly
\nlearning to think, Space filled with seeds of life and the human
\ncreature being born in Time. At first a being appears out of an
\ninfinite Nought, a Consciousness looks out at the Inconscient vast
\naround, pleasure and pain vibrate in an insensible Void.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll looks like the
\nmotion of a blind World-Energy working unconsciously shaping a
\nuniverse out of a veritable Void. Slowly sensibilities gather round a
\npinpoint of ego; a sentient creature finds its poise. Gradually a
\nformless Consciousness appears, thoughts and feelings stir,
\nrepetition forms habit, habit gives the appearance of permanence and
\na conscious being is built.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind all our
\nthoughts, hopes and dreams there is a conscious Soul assenting to
\nNature’s acts, leaving the mind to function as its vicegerent. This
\nmind is ever active, tossed about on the sea of Time, buffetted by
\nwaves of Life. It knows no silence, thoughts move in it in an endless
\nstream. The senses bring in reports from the outside every moment.
\nEven in sleep there is a rush of activity, though of another kind.
\nThis is the little surface of man’s life. But within him is locked a
\nmysterious world, Deep within lives a hidden King in the solitude of
\nthe spirit, a portion of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan is truly a
\nlittle front of Nature’s action. All the opposites in creation are
\nthere in him. In his subconscious and unconscious regions he harbours
\nall the dangerous dark forces which at times rise up and besiege his
\nconscious being. This evil Nature can even dislodge the soul that is
\nthe real owner of the house. Always, there is a contrary to God
\nthreatening God’s creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut there is a Grace
\nthat guards, Hands that save. Calm divine eyes regard this human
\nscene. All the possibilities of the world wait in man as the tree in
\nits seed. I iii Past determines his future, his present acts shape
\nhis fate. Within him lie the gods and demons that create the moulds
\nin which he grows. Our surface is aware of only a little of its
\ncourse; a vast subliminal and a dim subconscient are there
\noverpowering in their range and force, Our past is never wholly dead.
\nSomething clings and drags back our nature’s forward stride. We live
\nin the mind’s dubious light and know not the meaning and purpose of
\nthe world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove us is the
\nsuperconscience, around us is the ignorance, below us is the
\nInconscience.But this is only the first appearance of the material
\nworld. This is not all that we are. On the summits of our being,
\nbeyond the thinking mind our greater self of knowledge awaits us. it
\nis a surface light that shines in a truth-conscious Vast; when that
\nLight descends, earth’s life will turn divine. That is our real
\ngodhead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind our surface
\nexterior, there are great nesses hidden in our unseen parts. They
\nproject their influences and urge us to move forward. Our soul in its
\nsecret chamber seeks for Good, Beauty and God. There is an inner mind
\nthat dwells in a larger light, an inner life-self that gives the
\ndynamism to soar to our summits, an inner, subtle physical self which
\nis instinct with a truth-sense of its own, Man was the first creature
\nto lift up his head, look upwards and behold the friendly stars. He
\nsaw his unrealised vastnesses and his secret aspiration found
\narticulation. Slowly he grew in vision and power and approached the
\nranges of the Omniscient and the Omnipotent. He climbed the stairs of
\nevolution and saw the light of the special sun. At long last man is
\nable to ascend to his high source and reach his fount of immortality.
\nFrom there he calls the Godhead into his mortal life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll this has been
\ndone in Savitri by the spirit in her. A portion of the mighty Mother
\ncomes into her. She is made the Centre of a wide-drawn scheme to
\nmould humanity into God’s own shape, to discover a new world or
\ncreate one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEarth must transform
\nherself and become the equal of Heaven or Heaven must descend into
\nearth. But for this transmutation to be possible, the Psyche\u2014the
\ninner Soul\u2014must come out of her secrecy and step into the outer
\nnature, assume rulership over its domain of mind, life and body.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri sits
\nobedient to the Command from above. Her sight has to break through
\nthe veils of inferior nature and ignorance which conceal her-self and
\nfind her soul within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summons
\nfrom the Summits<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs in the vigilance
\nof the sleepless night
Through the slow heavy-footed silent
\nhours,
Repressing in her bosom its load of grief,
She sat
\nstaring at the dumb tread of Time
And the approach of
\never-nearing Fate,
A summons from her being\u2019s summit came,
A
\nsound, a call that broke the seals of Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAs Savitri sits
\nsleepless through the slow, heavy night, repressing the grief in her
\nheart and staring at the dumb passage of Time and the hastening
\napproach of Fate, she suddenly hears a call from the summits of her
\nbeing, a sound that breaks the seals of the Darkness around her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mighty
\nVoice Invades<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove her brows
\nwhere will and knowledge meet
A mighty Voice invaded mortal
\nspace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt seemed to come
\nfrom inaccessible heights
And yet was intimate with all the world
\n
And knew the meaning of the steps of Time
And saw eternal
\ndestiny\u2019s changeless scene
Filling the far prospect of the
\ncosmic gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA mighty Voice
\nbreaks through her vision centre above the eye-brows 1 where is the
\nseat of Will and Knowledge. It seems to belong to supreme heights and
\nyet it is intimately aware of this world, understands the mystery of
\npassing Time and sees in the Cosmic Space the fixed field for the
\nworking of the Eternal’s Will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\najna -chakra<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAs the Voice
\ntouched, her body became a stark
And rigid golden statue of
\nmotionless trance,
A stone of God lit by an amethyst soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAround her body\u2019s
\nstillness all grew still:
Her heart listened to its slow measured
\nbeats,
Her mind renouncing thought heard and was mute: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt the impact of the
\nVoice, her body stiffens, and she goes into a motionless trance,
\nlooking a golden statue, a stone of God luminous with a jewelled
\nlout. An grows still around the stillness of her body; in that
\nsilence her heart listens to its own rhythmic beats; her mind becomes
\nempty of thought, hears the Voice and is silent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Arise,
\nO Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cWhy camest thou
\nto this dumb deathbound earth,
This ignorant life beneath
\nindifferent skies
Tied like a sacrifice on the altar of Time,
O
\nspirit, O immortal energy,
If \u2019twas to nurse grief in a
\nhelpless heart
Or with hard tearless eyes awake thy doom?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nArise, O soul, and
\nvanquish Time and Death.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice speaks:O
\nspirit, O immortal energy that thou art, why didst thou come to this
\ndumb and mortal earth, this ignorant life beneath an uncaring heaven,
\nbound and offered as an oblation on the sacrificial altar of Time, if
\nit was only to nurse grief helplessly as thou doest or tearfully
\nawait thy doom ?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nO soul, arise and
\nconquer Time and Death. Summon thy heroic soul that can vanquish
\nthese; stay not in thy outer person that feels helpless.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Why
\nUplift an Ignorant Race<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri\u2019s
\nheart replied in the dim night:
\u201cMy strength is taken from me
\nand given to Death,
Why should I lift my hands to the shut
\nheavens
Or struggle with mute inevitable Fate
Or hope in vain
\nto uplift an ignorant race
Who hug their lot and mock the saviour
\nLight
And see in Mind Wisdom\u2019s sole tabernacle,
In its
\nharsh peak and its inconscient base
A rock of safety and an
\nanchor of sleep? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s heart
\nreplies:My strength is no more with me: it is taken away from me and
\ngiven to Death. The heavens are shut to me; why should I plead with
\nthem? Why should I struggle with the inevitable, dumb Fate? Why
\nshould I hope and try in vain to save and uplift this ignorant race
\nwhich hugs its miserable lot and mocks at the Light that comes to
\nsave, which again looks upon the Mind as the sole temple of Wisdom,
\nregards its hard summits of reason and its base in the nether
\ninconscience as a rock of safety and an anchor of happy rest?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Is
\nthere a God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIs there a God whom
\nany cry can move? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe sits in peace and
\nleaves the mortal\u2019s strength
Impotent against his calm
\nomnipotent Law
And Inconscience and the almighty hands of Death.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat need have I,
\nwhat need has Satyavan
To avoid the black meshed net, the dismal
\ndoor,
Or call a mightier Light into life\u2019s closed room,
A
\ngreater Law into man\u2019s little world? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhy should I strive
\nwith earth\u2019s unyielding laws
Or stave off death\u2019s inevitable
\nhour? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIs there really a
\nGod whom prayer can move? God sits in peace and leaves man alone in
\nhis puny strength which is powerless against the calm, omnipotent Law
\nof God, against the stark Inconscience and the all-powerful hands of
\nDeath.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat need have I or
\nSatyavan to avoid the black-knit net of death, its dismal door? Why
\nshould I call in a mightier Light into this little closed room of
\nlife, call a greater Law to intervene in this petty world of man? Why
\nindeed should I battle with the adamant laws of earth-life or ward
\noff the inevitable hour of death?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>This
\nsurely is Best<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis surely is best
\nto pactise with my fate
And follow close behind my lover\u2019s
\nsteps
And pass through night from twilight to the sun
Across
\nthe tenebrous river that divides
The adjoining parishes of earth
\nand heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThen could we lie
\ninarmed breast upon breast,
Untroubled by thought, untroubled by
\nour hearts,
Forgetting man and life and time and its hours,
\n
Forgetting eternity\u2019s call, forgetting God.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n\u201cIt appears best
\nto accept my fate and follow my lover through the night of death to
\nthe bright heavens across the dark river 1 that separates the little
\nrealms of earth and heaven which are indeed so close. Then both of us
\ncould lie in each other’s arms, in close embrace, troubled neither by
\nmind nor by heart, forgetting all about this world of man and its
\npassage in time, forgetting also the call of Eternity, forgetting
\neven God.\u201d<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nVaitarini<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Is
\nthis enough?<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice replied:
\n\u201cIs this enough, O spirit? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd what shall thy
\nsoul say when it wakes and knows
The work was left undone for
\nwhich it came? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOr is this all for
\nthy being born on earth
Charged with a mandate from eternity,
A
\nlistener to the voices of the years,
A follower of the footprints
\nof the gods,
To pass and leave unchanged the old dusty laws?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice replies:O
\nspirit, is that enough? What shall thy soul say when it wakes up from
\nthis spell of forget-fullness and realises that the mission for which
\nit came to earth lies unfulfilled ? Surely thy being has taken birth
\non earth charged with a divine task. It is a companion of Time, a
\ntraveller on the path of the gods; can it just pass through this life
\non earth and leave its old encrusted laws unchanged ? Its mandate is
\nto change them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Shall
\nthere be no new Word<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShall there be no
\nnew tables, no new Word,
No greater light come down upon the
\nearth
Delivering her from her unconsciousness,
Man\u2019s spirit
\nfrom unalterable fate? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nCam\u2019st thou not
\ndown to open the doors of Fate,
The iron doors that seemed for
\never closed,
And lead man to truth\u2019s wide and golden road
That
\nruns through finite things to eternity? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShall there not be
\nnew laws, a new Message? Shall not a new light, greater than the
\npresent, come down on earth to free her from her basic state of
\nunconsciousness, to free man’s spirit from adamant fate?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHost thou not come
\ndown from thy heights in the Spirit in order to break open the hard
\ndoors of Fate that seem ever closed and to lead man from his narrow
\npath in ignorance to the wide and luminous road of truth that forges
\nthrough the finite world to the infinite and the eternal ?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>What
\nReport to the Eternal?<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIs this then the
\nreport that I must make,
My head bowed with shame before the
\nEternal\u2019s seat,\u2014
His power he kindled in thy body has failed,
\n
His labourer returns, her task undone?\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n\u201cIs this the
\nreport that I must make with my head bowed in shame before the throne
\nof the Eternal? Shall I have to say that His power embodied in
\nSavitri has failed, that His servitor returns without doing the work
\nfor which she was sent to earth?\u201d<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nPower Within Answers<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Savitri\u2019s
\nheart fell mute, it spoke no word. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut holding back her
\ntroubled rebel heart,
Abrupt, erect and strong, calm like a hill,
\n
Surmounting the seas of mortal ignorance,
Its peak immutable
\nabove mind\u2019s air,
A Power within her answered the still Voice:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s heart
\nfalls silent; it speaks no word. But a Power within her, holding hack
\nher rebellious heart, sudden, erect and strong, calm like a hill,
\nrising beyond the seas of human ignorance, its unshakable peak
\ntowering above the agitated mind, answers the still Voice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>I
\nam here to do thy work<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cI am thy portion
\nhere charged with thy work,
As thou myself seated for ever above,
\n
Speak to my depths, O great and deathless Voice,
Command, for
\nI am here to do thy will.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nO great and immortal
\nVoice, I am a portion of thee here charged with thy work. Thou art
\nmyself ever stationed above; speak thou to my depths, command me, for
\nI am here only to do thy will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Seek
\nGod\u2019s Meaning<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice replied:
\n\u201cRemember why thou cam\u2019st:
Find out thy soul, recover thy hid
\nself,
In silence seek God\u2019s meaning in thy depths,
Then
\nmortal nature change to the divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Voice
\nreplies:Remember the purpose for which thou host come to the earth.
\nSeek out thy soul, recover thy self which is lost to thy sight. In
\nthy depths lies the truth that explains all; seek that in silence.
\nThen proceed to change thy mortal nature into divine nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Cast
\nthought from thee<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOpen God\u2019s door,
\nenter into his trance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nCast Thought from
\nthee, that nimble ape of Light:
In his tremendous hush stilling
\nthy brain
His vast Truth wake within and know and see. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOpen the closed door
\nof God, enter into his state of consciousness. Throw away thought
\nfrom thee. It is only a clever imitation of Light. Then will the
\nmighty Silence of God invade thy mind and still the brain. In that
\nhush thou shalt awake within to the vast Truth of God, know it and
\nsee it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Eternal’s
\nBody in the World<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCast from thee sense
\nthat veils thy spirit\u2019s sight:
In the enormous emptiness of thy
\nmind
Thou shalt see the Eternal\u2019s body in the world,
Know
\nhim in every voice heard by thy soul:
In the world\u2019s contacts
\nmeet his single touch;
All things shall fold thee into his
\nembrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nCast away also the
\nveil of sense that obstructs the direct sight of thy spirit. Then in
\nthe wide vacancy of thy mind\u2014emptied of thought and sense\u2014thou
\nshalt behold the Eternal manifest in the world, recognise him in
\nevery voice heard by thy soul, feel his unique touch in every contact
\nin the world. So through all things you will feel his embrace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Harbour
\nmy force<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nConquer thy heart\u2019s
\nthrobs, let thy heart beat in God:
Thy nature shall be the engine
\nof his works,
Thy voice shall house the mightiness of his Word:
\n
Then shalt thou harbour my force and conquer Death.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFree thy heart from
\nthy emotions; let it beat only in the rhythm of God. Thy nature shall
\nbe the powerful instrument for his workings; thy voice shall carry
\nthe force of his creative Word. Then\u2014when all this is done\u2014thou
\nshalt embody my force and with it overcome Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>She
\nLooks into herself<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Savitri by her
\ndoomed husband sat,
Still rigid in her golden motionless pose,
A
\nstatue of the fire of the inner sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn the black night
\nthe wrath of storm swept by,
The thunder crashed above her, the
\nrain hissed,
Its million footsteps pattered on the roof.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nImpassive mid the
\nmovement and the cry,
Witness of the thoughts of mind, the moods
\nof life,
She looked into herself and sought for her soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri continues to
\nsit by the side of her husband who is under sentence of death.
\nMotionless as a statue, she sits lit up with the brilliance of her
\ninner sun. Amidst the sweep of the storm, the crash of thunder and
\npouring of rain, she sits impassive, untouched by all the movement
\nand the cry around her, a witness of the passing thoughts of the mind
\nand the moods of life; she looks into herself and searches for her
\nsoul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nCosmic Past<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA dream disclosed to
\nher the cosmic past,
The crypt-seed and the mystic origins,
The
\nshadowy beginnings of world-fate:
A lamp of symbol lighting
\nhidden truth
Imaged to her the world\u2019s significance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA dream-vision
\nreveals to her the past of the cosmos, the hidden seed and occult
\norigins, the vague beginnings of the world-movement and its fate. A
\nsymbolic imagery lights up the hidden truth and pictures to her the
\nmeaning and significance of the World.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIn the indeterminate
\nformlessness of Self
Creation took its first mysterious steps,
\n
It made the body\u2019s shape a house of soul
And Matter learned
\nto think and person grew;
She saw Space peopled with the seeds of
\nlife
And saw the human creature born in Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe first mysterious
\nsteps of creation are taken in the featureless formlessness of the
\nSelf. The form of the body, a dwelling-place for the soul, is made.
\nMatter slowly develops the faculty of thinking and the individual
\ngrows. Savitri sees all Space crowded with the seeds of life and she
\nsees man appear gradually in time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Out
\nof Infinite Nought<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt first appeared a
\ndim half-neutral tide
Of being emerging out of infinite Nought:
\n
A consciousness looked at the inconscient Vast
And pleasure
\nand pain stirred in the insensible Void. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt first there
\nappears a dim inchoate movement of being coming out of an infinite
\nNon-Being. A Consciousness peers at the extended inconscient Vast and
\nsensations of pleasure and pain begin to stir in that insensible
\nVoid.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAll was the deed of
\na blind World-Energy:
Unconscious of her own exploits she worked,
\n
Shaping a universe out of the Inane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll is the working
\nof a blind 1,\u2022orkl-wide, world-shaping Energy. The Energy is not
\nconscious of her actions, but goes on working, building up a universe
\nout of an infinite Void.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Ego\u2019s
\nPinpoint Head<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn fragmentary
\nbeings she grew aware:
A chaos of little sensibilities
Gathered
\nround a small ego\u2019s pinpoint head;
In it a sentient creature
\nfound its poise,
It moved and lived a breathing, thinking whole.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis Energy slowly
\nbecomes self-aware in several fragmented formations. Chaotic
\nmovements of little sensibilities gather round a small, pin-head ego.
\nAnd in this ego the sentient creature finds its poise. Based upon
\nthis ego, the creature moves and lives as an animate and thinking
\nbeing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe ego is the point
\nprovided by Nature for the centralisation of all movements in flux;
\nthe being forms itself around this Centre.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Surface
\nConsciousness Awakes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn a dim ocean of
\nsubconscient life
A formless surface consciousness awoke:
A
\nstream of thoughts and feelings came and went,
A foam of memories
\nhardened and became
A bright crust of habitual sense and thought,
\n
A seat of living personality
And recurrent habits mimicked
\npermanence. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOn the obscure ocean
\nof subeonscient life there awakes slowly a vague surface
\nconsciousness: there is a flow of passing thoughts and feelings: a
\nfroth of memories hardens and becomes a solid crust of habit in sense
\nand thought, the base of articulate individuality. Habits repeating
\nthemselves constantly give the appearance of permanence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nConscious being forms<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMind nascent
\nlaboured out a mutable form,
It built a mobile house on shifting
\nsands,
A floating isle upon a bottomless sea. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA conscious being
\nwas by this labour made;
It looked around it on its difficult
\nfield
In the green wonderful and perilous earth;
It hoped in
\na brief body to survive,
Relying on Matter\u2019s false eternity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt felt a godhead in
\nits fragile house;
It saw blue heavens, dreamed immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe infant mind
\nshapes with difficulty a form which, however, s not stable; it erects
\na moving tenement on the shifting sands of life, a floating island
\nupon the surface of a bottomless sea. A conscious being is produced
\nby all this labour. It looks around upon its uneven field of
\nexperience and growth on this fresh, wonderful but dangerous earth.
\nRelying upon the apparent eternity of Matter it hopes to survive all
\nthreats to its life in a short-lived body. It feels the presence of a
\ngodhead in its brittle easement: it gazes upon the blue firmament of
\nthe sky and dreams of immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Vicegerent
\nMind a Seeming King<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA conscious soul in
\nthe Inconscient\u2019s world
Hidden behind our thoughts and hopes
\nand dreams,
An indifferent Master signing Nature\u2019s acts
Leaves
\nthe vicegerent mind a seeming king. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn this world based
\nupon Inconscience, hidden behind all our thoughts, hopes and dreams
\nis a conscious soul. This soul is the Master, who, however,
\nindifferently consents to the rule of Nature. Consequently, the mind
\nwhich is but a representative of this soul becomes apparently the
\nking, the ruler; in reality, of course, it is subject to Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Regent
\na Puppet<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn his floating
\nhouse upon the sea of Time
This regent sits at work and never
\nrests:
He is a puppet of the dance of Time;
He is driven by
\nthe hours, the moment\u2019s call
Compels him with the thronging of
\nlife\u2019s need
And the babel of the voices of the world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis regent in his
\nfloating house is ever at work, without respite; he is a puppet of
\nthe circumstances that are thrown up in time he is driven by events;
\nfrom moment to moment he is lashed by the whip of the imperious wants
\nof life and pulled by the several confusing calls of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Mind
\nToils like a Machine<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis mind no silence
\nknows nor dreamless sleep,
In the incessant circling of its steps
\n
Thoughts tread for ever through the listening brain;
It toils
\nlike a machine and cannot stop. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe mind does not
\nknow silence nor can it sleep undisturbed by dreams, It is in
\nconstant movement\u2014a movement that turns round and round\u2014and
\nthoughts go on passing incessantly through its brain that passively
\nlistens. It toils like a machine unable to stop its activity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Babble
\nand Stir<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto the body\u2019s
\nmany-storeyed rooms
Endless crowd down the dream-god\u2019s
\nmessages. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll is a
\nhundred-toned murmur and babble and stir,
There is a tireless
\nrunning to and fro,
A haste of movement and a ceaseless cry,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIntimations from
\nthis dreaming mind pour profusely and endlessly into the varied
\nstructures of the body, crowding its chambers of multiple functions.
\nEverywhere there is a stir and a confused murmur of many voices,
\nthere are hasty movements in all directions, a perpetual hurry and
\ncry.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Servant
\nSenses<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe hurried servant
\nsenses answer apace
To every knock upon the outer doors,
Bring
\nin life\u2019s visitors, report each call,
Admit the thousand
\nqueries and the calls
And the messages of communicating minds
\n
And the heavy business of unnumbered lives
And all the
\nthousandfold commerce of the world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe servant senses
\nare ever in a hurry attending to calls from the outside world,
\nadmitting life’s visitors, reporting each contact, answering
\ninnumerable queries, registering intimations from other communicating
\nminds, carrying on their huge interchange in this innumerable and
\nmultiple world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Scant
\nRepose<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven in the tracts
\nof sleep is scant repose;
He mocks life\u2019s steps in strange
\nsubconscient dreams,
He strays in a sublime realm of symbol
\nscenes,
His night with thin-air visions and dim forms
He
\npacks or peoples with slight drifting shapes
And only a moment
\nspends in silent self. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven in sleep there
\nis hardly any rest. The regent mind parodies, as it were, the
\nmovements of waking life in strange subconscient dreams; he wanders
\noff in higher realms of symbolic imagery. He is occupied in filling
\nnights with unsubstantial visions, vague forms and their moving
\nshapes. Only for a brief moment he reposes in the silent self within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>In
\nImagination’s Car<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdventuring into
\ninfinite mind-space
He unfolds his wings of thought in inner air,
\n
Or travelling in imagination\u2019s car
Crosses the globe,
\njourneys beneath the stars,
To subtle worlds takes his ethereal
\ncourse,
Visits the gods on life\u2019s miraculous peaks,
\n
Communicates with Heaven, tampers with Hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis regent mind
\nsoars freely into the inner mental regions on the wings of thought or
\ntravels in the car of imagination. crossing the globe, traversing the
\nstars, visiting subtler worlds. It encounters the gods on the
\nwonder-summits of life, communicates with Heaven and also dabbles in
\nHell.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Whole
\nWorld Within<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the little
\nsurface of man\u2019s life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe is this and he is
\nall the universe;
He scales the Unseen, his depths dare the
\nAbyss;
A whole mysterious world is locked within. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuch is man’s little
\nlife. But it is so only on the surface. In truth man is much more;
\nbelow the surface he is as wide as the universe. He ascends to the
\nsummits of the Unseen, he plunges into the depths of the Abyss of the
\nuniverse. Within him is locked up a whole world of mystery\u2014a world
\nnot normally seen or fathomed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nUnknown to himself
\nlives a hidden king
Behind rich tapestries in great secret rooms;
\n
An epicure of the spirit\u2019s unseen joys,
He lives on the
\nsweet honey of solitude:
A nameless god in an unapproachable
\nfane,
In the secret adytum of his inmost soul
He guards the
\nbeing\u2019s covered mysteries
Beneath the threshold behind shadowy
\ngates
Or shut in vast cellars of inconscient sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nUnknown to the outer
\nman, there lives in the large inner chambers, behind picturesque
\nveils, the hidden King; a great enjoyer of the unseen felicities of
\nthe spirit, he thrives upon the honey of solitude. Like a god without
\na name in an inaccessible temple, in the sanctum sanctorum of the
\ninmost soul, he guards the hidden mysteries of his being behind the
\ngates of unawareness or concealed in the subterranean chambers of
\ninconscient sleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Man
\nWorks Dreams of God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe immaculate
\nDivine All-Wonderful
Casts into the argent purity of his soul
\n
His splendour and his greatness and the light
Of
\nself-creation in Time\u2019s infinity
As into a sublimely mirroring
\nglass. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan in the world\u2019s
\nlife works out the dreams of God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe unsullied
\nAll-wonderful Divine casts the glory and light of his self-creation
\nin boundless Time into the white purity of the soul of man which
\nreflects as in a pure mirror the splendour and radiance of the
\nDivine. That is how man works out the dreams of the creative God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Even
\nGod\u2019s Opposites<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut all is there,
\neven God\u2019s opposites;
He is a little front of Nature\u2019s works,
\n
A thinking outline of a cryptic Force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIndeed, all is in
\nman not only the glories of God but even their contraries. Man is but
\na small front for the workings of Nature, an articulate and thinking
\nfigure of a hidden Force.
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Not
\nthe Gods alone<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll she reveals in
\nhim that is in her,
Her glories walk in him and her darknesses.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan\u2019s house of
\nlife holds not the gods alone:
There are occult Shadows, there
\nare tenebrous Powers,
Inhabitants of life\u2019s ominous nether
\nrooms,
A shadowy world\u2019s stupendous denizens. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNature reveals in
\nman all that is in her\u2014her glories as well as her darknesses. Man
\nhouses in himself not the bright gods alone, but also hidden Shadows,
\ndark Powers which dwell in his sub-conscious and unconscious regions.
\nThey are the powerful and dominating occupants of the obscure world
\nin him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Man
\nHarbours Dangerous Forces<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA careless guardian
\nof his nature\u2019s powers,
Man harbours dangerous forces in his
\nhouse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Titan and the
\nFury and the Djinn
Lie bound in the subconscient\u2019s cavern pit
\n
And the Beast grovels in his antre den:
Dire mutterings rise
\nand murmur in their drowse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan is a careless
\nguardian of the powers of his nature. He harbours dangerous forces in
\nhis being; in the depths of his subconscient lie captive the Titan,
\nthe Fury and the Diinn-forces of extraordinary strength and
\nintellect, of intense anger and vengeance, of supernaturally
\nimmediate effectuation. The animal in him lies low in this nether
\nregion. Mutterings and murmurings rise from their semi-dormant states
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


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


\nInsurgent sometimes
\nraises its huge head
A monstrous mystery lurking in life\u2019s
\ndeeps,
The mystery of dark and fallen worlds,
The dread
\nvisages of the adversary Kings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt times the fearful
\nvisages of these hostile principals,\u2014the mystery of dark and
\ndepraved regions,\u2014lurking in the sub-conscious and unconscious
\nbelts of the being raise their heads in rebellion against the rule of
\nthe higher man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Dreadful
\nPowers Invade<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe dreadful powers
\nheld down within his depths
Become his masters or his ministers;
\n
Enormous they invade his bodily house,
Can act in his acts,
\ninfest his thought and life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll the dreadful
\npowers suppressed in the lower depths of man’s being, rush up and
\neither gain his ear and influence him or wholly dominate over him.
\nRising to their full stature they occupy his entire physical being:
\nthey act through his activities, they fill his thinking and living.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inferno
\nsurges<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInferno surges into
\nthe human air
And touches all with a perverting breath.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nGrey forces like a
\nthin miasma creep
Stealing through chinks in his closed mansion\u2019s
\ndoors,
Discolouring the walls of upper mind
In which he lives
\nhis fair and specious life,
And leave behind a stench of sin and
\ndeath: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA veritable hell is
\nlet loose on the scene and it fouls everything with its pervading
\nbreath. Through inadvertent openings and gaps in the fortress of man,
\nobscure and foreign elements creep in with their infectious stuff.
\ntaint the fair hues of the regions of his upper mind where he
\nnormally lives his elegantly ordered existence and leave behind an
\noffensive odour of sin and death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Awful
\nPresences and Shapes<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot only rise in him
\nperverse drifts of thought
And formidable formless influences,
\n
But there come presences and awful shapes:
Tremendous forms
\nand faces mount dim steps
And stare at times into his
\nliving-rooms,
Or called up for a moment\u2019s passionate work
Lay
\na dire custom\u2019s claim upon his heart:
Aroused from sleep, they
\ncan be bound no more. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nPerverse winds of
\nthought blow in him intangible influences gain ground. And what is
\nmore, awful presences and shapes appear. These huge forms and faces
\nrise at times unbidden from the lower unconscious levels of man’s
\nbeing to his surface consciousness where he becomes aware of them and
\ncan deal with them. But there are other times when these perverse
\nforces are actually summoned by man for some brief passionate work.
\nBut the work over, they cannot be dismissed easily for they acquire a
\nlegitimate claim on him and insist on continuing their activity. Once
\naroused from their sleep, they can no longer be chained down.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nLight Perturb<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfflicting the
\ndaylight and alarming night,
Invading at will his outer tenement
\n
The stark gloom\u2019s grisly dire inhabitants
Mounting into
\nGod\u2019s light all light perturb. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese forms and
\nfaces, these dreadful, terror-striking inhabitants of the dark
\nregions below, invade man’s conscious parts at their will. During
\ndaytime they cause distress, but at night they make positive inroads
\nand become dangerous. They climb up from the nether darkness into the
\nGod-given light above and attack all light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Nether
\nRiot and Revel<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll they have
\ntouched or seen they make their own,
In Nature\u2019s basement
\nlodge, mind\u2019s passages fill,
Disrupt thought\u2019s links and
\nmusing sequences,
Break through the soul\u2019s stillness with a
\nnoise and cry
Or they call the inhabitants of the abyss,
Invite
\nthe instincts to forbidden joys,
A laughter wake of dread
\ndemoniac mirth
And with nether riot and revel shake life\u2019s
\nfloor. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese unwelcome
\nvisitants appropriate to themselves whatever they see or touch. They
\ndwell in the subterranean regions of nature, crowd the passages of
\nthe mind, interfere with the processes of thought and contemplation,
\ninvade the silences of the soul with their noises and cries. Or they
\nsummon the denizens of the still lower regions of the abyss and
\nprecipitate hidden instincts into forbidden orgies of wild pleasure
\nand mirth; they stir up the wild demoniac laughter of these unruly
\nelements and with their riot and revel throw life into utter
\ndisorder.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Householder
\nHelpless<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpotent to quell
\nhis terrible prisoners
Appalled the householder helpless sits
\nabove,
Taken from him his house is his no more. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe is bound and
\nforced, a victim of the play,
Or, allured, joys in the mad and
\nmighty din. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd man, the owner
\nof the house sits helpless and appalled unable to control his own
\ndreadful prisoners. His very house is no more his. lie is bound,
\ncompelled to be a victim of their nefarious play. Or, he is enticed
\nand foolishly joins in their mad revels.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Rebel\u2019s
\nHoliday<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis nature\u2019s
\ndangerous forces have arisen
And hold at will a rebel\u2019s
\nholiday. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAroused from the
\ndarkness where they crouched in the depths,
Prisoned from the
\nsight, they can be held no more;
His nature\u2019s impulses are now
\nhis lords. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe dangerous forces
\nof his nature have broken out of control and enjoy a rebel’s holiday.
\nThe master of the house is helpless.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFrom the obscure
\nregions where they lay dormant, concealed from view, they have been
\naroused; they cannot be held down any longer. These foul impulses of
\nhis own lower nature are now his defiant rulers.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Infernal
\nelements overpower<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce quelled or
\nwearing specious names and vests
Infernal elements, demon powers
\nare there. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan\u2019s lower nature
\nhides these awful guests. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTheir vast contagion
\ngrips sometimes man\u2019s world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAn awful insurgence
\noverpowers man\u2019s soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNow no more under
\nsubjugation, these hellish elements, demon powers, hold sway under
\nspurious labels and names.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan’s lower nature
\nis full of these hidden elements, At times their vast contagion
\ninfects man’s world. His soul is overpowered by their organised
\nrising.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Uprising
\nGrows<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn house and house
\nthe huge uprising grows;
Hell\u2019s companies are loosed to do
\ntheir work,
Into the earth-ways they break out from all doors,
\n
Invade with blood-lust and the will to slay
And fill with
\nhorror and carnage God\u2019s fair world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis massive
\nuprising spreads from man to man. Armies from hell are let loose to
\ncarry out their nefarious work, From every opening they break into
\nthe earth-life with their lust for blood and will to kill and they
\naltogether fill this fair world of God with horror and slaughter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Terrible
\nAngel Smites<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath and his
\nhunters stop a victim earth;
The terrible Angel smites at every
\ndoor:
An awful laughter mocks at the world\u2019s pain
And
\nmassacre and torture grin at Heaven:
All is the prey of the
\ndestroying force;
Creation rocks and tremble top and base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath and his agents
\nstride upon the helpless earth. The Angel of Death does not leave a
\nsingle house unsmitten. Dreadful laughter derides the pain of the
\nworld; slaughter and torture grin at Heaven sure of their ascendency.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll becomes the prey
\nof the force of destruction let loose. The whole creation shakes with
\nfear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Dangerous
\nGuest<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis evil Nature
\nhoused in human hearts
A foreign inhabitant, a dangerous guest:
\n
The soul that harbours it it can dislodge,
Expel the
\nhouseholder, possess the house. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis evil Nature in
\nman is in truth foreign to him it is a dangerous guest; for this
\nguest dislodges its host\u2014the human soul that gives quarter to it.
\nIt expells the owner and occupies the house.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan has to be
\ncareful not to let any of these elements enter his being under
\nwhatever plea or provocation. They always have a tendency to occupy
\nmore and more of his being, supplant all that is good in him, all
\nthat derives from the soul, and ultimately displace the soul itself
\nfrom its throne.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Manichean
\nCreator and Destroyer<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn opposite potency
\ncontradicting God,
A momentary Evil\u2019s almightiness
Has
\nstraddled the straight path of Nature\u2019s acts. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt imitates the
\nGodhead it denies,
Puts on his figure and assumes his face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA Manichean creator
\nand destroyer,
This can abolish man, annul his world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA potent Power
\ncontradicting God, a might of Evil irresistible for the moment, has
\ncrossed the straight path of Nature’s course, This opponent imitates
\nthe Godhead which it has come to negate, assumes his shape and
\nappearance, This is the Power of opposition that sets itself against
\nGod, it has the power both to create and destroy; it creates what God
\ndestroys and destroys what God creates. It can abolish man and stamp
\nout his creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Hands
\nthat Save<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut there is a
\nguardian power, there are Hands that save,
Calm eyes divine
\nregard the human scene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut this is not
\nallowed to happen. For there is a Grace that presides, a greater
\nPower that guards, there are Divine Hands that save man. Calm, divine
\neyes always regard the human scene; in that look is the strength that
\nprotects and sustains.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World’s
\nPossibilities in Man<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll the world\u2019s
\npossibilities in man
Are waiting as the tree waits in its seed:
\n
His past lives in him; it drives his future\u2019s pace;
His
\npresent\u2019s acts fashion his coming fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan epitomises the
\nuniverse. In him are waiting all the possibilities that seek for
\nactualisation in the world. They are potent in him as the tree is in
\nits seed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHis past is not
\ndead: it continues to live in his habits, inclinations, turns of
\nnature. It impels the formation of his future. What he does at
\npresent also determines his future fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Unborn
\nGods Live in Him<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe unborn gods hide
\nin his house of Life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe daemons of the
\nunknown overshadow his mind
Casting their dreams into live moulds
\nof thought,
The moulds in which his mind builds out its world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHis mind creates
\naround him its universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe creative Powers
\nthat are not yet manifest remain concealed in man’s being. These
\ndeities of the subtler planes loom over his mind and release their
\ndreams into vibrant moulds of thoughts i.e., his thoughts are formed
\nby the impulsions of these gods. According to these moulds is the
\nworld that the mind proceeds to build. And, indeed, man lives in the
\nuniverse that his mind creates around him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Their
\nSecret Purpose<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that has been
\nrenews in him its birth,
All that can be is figured in his soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIssuing in deeds it
\nscores on the roads of the world,
Obscure to the interpreting
\nreason\u2019s guess,
Lines of the secret purpose of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat has taken place
\ndoes not pass away. It renews itself in a cryptic form in man. All
\nthat is to take place in the future is also there pre-cast in the
\ndepths of his being\u2014the soul. It effectuates itself into action
\nduring the course of his life in the world, leaving hints of the
\nhidden plans of the gods which, however, the interpreting power of
\nthe mind can hardly understand.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Intimate
\nplan<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn strange
\ndirections runs the intricate plan;
Held back from human
\nforesight is their end. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd the far
\nintention of some ordering Will
Or the order of life\u2019s
\narbitrary Chance
Finds out its settled poise and fated hour.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe plan of the gods
\nis intricate, it spreads in unexpected directions, its goal is
\nconcealed from the reach of human sight. There is throughout a higher
\nWill that orders things’ according to an inherent truth; or there is
\na self-regulating purposive order that masks itself in the workings
\nof what looks like an arbitrary Chance. This Intention finds the
\nright rhythm and the right time for the effectuation of things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Self-Existent
\nhas ordered objects perfectly according to their nature from years
\nsempiternal.\u2014 <\/FONT><\/FONT>Isa
\nUpanishad<\/I><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n8.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Only
\na Little; has Will<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur surface watched
\nin vain by reason\u2019s gaze,
Invaded by the impromptus of the
\nunseen,
Helpless records the accidents of Time,
The
\ninvoluntary turns and leaps of life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly a little of us
\nforesees its steps,
Only a little has will and purposed pace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHuman reason looks
\nin vain upon the surfaces of life for clues. These surfaces are
\nconstantly barged into by elements from regions unseen: they only
\nserve to register inexplicable happenings in Time and unexpected,
\nuncaused turns and leaps of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly a little part
\nof us is conscious, knows where it is moving, only a little part has
\na will and a purpose in its movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Our
\nPast Lives Still<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA vast subliminal is
\nman\u2019s measureless part. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe dim subconscient
\nis his cavern base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbolished vainly in
\nthe walks of Time
Our past lives still in our unconscious selves
\n
And by the weight of its hidden influences
Is shaped our
\nfuture\u2019s self-discovery. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA vast subliminal
\nbeing is there in man and that is not limited, not measurable. And
\nthere is his obscure subconscient past which forms the hidden
\nfoundation of his life. We think an experience passes with the
\npassage of time and we dismiss it; but it does not die, it lives on
\nin our unconscious selves in the form of subtle influences. These
\nsamskaras, tendencies and inclinations rooted in the past determine
\nto a great extent the formation of the future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nan Inevitable Chain<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus all is an
\ninevitable chain
And yet a series seems of accidents. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe unremembering
\nhours repeat the old acts,
Our dead past round our future\u2019s
\nankles clings
And drags back the new nature\u2019s glorious stride,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus the past, the
\npresent, the future form a continuous, unbroken chain of experience
\nin time. Even then, events appear as if they were accidents, a series
\nof unexpected, unconnected happenings. It is a misleading appearance.
\nIn fact. even though we do not remember them, the old actions repeat
\nthemselves through the impulses generated by them. The past that is
\napparently over still clings to the ankles of the developing future
\nand repeatedly pulls backwards the advancing steps of the incessantly
\nself-renewing nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Old
\nGhosts Arise<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr from its buried
\ncorpse old ghosts arise,
Old thoughts, old longings, dead
\npassions live again,
Recur in sleep or move the waking man
To
\nwords that force the barrier of the lips,
To deeds that suddenly
\nstart and o\u2019erleap
His head of reason and his guardian will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFrom the past taken
\nfor dead and buried in the sands of time, old ghosts spring up; old
\nthoughts, old desires, spent passions come to life again and repeat
\nthemselves in sleep or impel man, even in his waking condition, to
\nspeech that is involuntary, precipitate him into actions that are
\nsudden and overwhelm his ruling reason and his presiding will which
\nare helpless against them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Old
\nSelf Lurks<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn old self lurks in
\nthe new self we are;
Hardly we escape from what we once had been:
\n
In the dim gleam of habit\u2019s passages,
In the subconscient\u2019s
\ndarkling corridors
All things are carried by the porter nerves
\n
And nothing checked by subterranean mind,
Unstudied by the
\nguardians of the doors,
And passed by a blind instinctive memory,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNothing that has
\nbeen once alive in our experience is entirely dead. Something of the
\nold always survives in the new self that we are constantly becoming.
\nThe old reveals itself through persistent habits. From the dark
\nregions of the subconscient, things are carried up through the
\nnerve-channels; the subconscious mind does not stop them, the usual
\nsentinels of vigilance and discrimination are lax there; the blind
\ninstinctive memory also admits them because of their familiarity.
\nThus does the whole gang of them, though relegated to the past and
\ndismissed by the conscious mind. re-enter surreptitiously.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Old
\nnature Survives<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn dim tunnels of
\nthe world\u2019s being and in ours
The old rejected nature still
\nsurvives;
The corpses of its slain thoughts raise their heads
\n
And visit mind\u2019s nocturnal walks in sleep,
Its stifled
\nimpulses breathe and move and rise;
All keeps a phantom
\nimmortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe old rejected
\nnature survives and continues in the subterranean regions of the
\nbeing of the world and of ourselves. Rejected and forgotten thoughts
\nrise up in dreams, their movements suppressed in the waking mind are
\nreleased here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEverything has an
\nair of permanence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Seeds
\nof Sin Sprout<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIrresistible are
\nNature\u2019s sequences:
The seeds of sins renounced sprout from hid
\nsoil;
The evil cast from our hearts once more we face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOur dead selves come
\nto slay our living soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe ordered
\nmovements of Nature will not be interrupted or broken. Once a cause
\nis admitted, its results cannot be cut off; in one form or another
\nthey will show themselves. We may renounce the sins for which we were
\nresponsible, but the seeds of those sins still sprout from the hidden
\nsoil where they were thrown. Repeatedly do we come up against the
\nevil we have cast away from ourselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOur past doings, our
\npersonalities shaped by those doings, are never wholly dead; they
\nstage come-backs to defeat and slay our present, living soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Only
\na Portion Lives<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA portion of us
\nlives in present Time,
A secret mass in dim inconscience gropes;
\n
Out of the inconscient and subliminal
Arisen, we live in
\nmind\u2019s uncertain light
And strive to know and master a dubious
\nworld
Whose purpose and meaning are hidden from our sight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly a portion of
\nour being participates in our present life. A large part of it is
\nrooted and blindly moves in the obscurity of the inconscience below;
\nmore is spread out behind the veil in the subliminal. Projected from
\nboth these realms of our existence, our surface being lives in the
\nunsteady light of the mind, struggles to know and control the
\nproblematic world around, whose purpose and meaning are concealed
\nfrom its vision.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Above,
\nAround and Below<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove us dwells a
\nsuperconscient god
Hidden in the mystery of his own light:
\n
Around us is a vast of ignorance
Lit by the uncertain ray of
\nhuman mind,
Below us sleeps the Inconscient dark and mute.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus what is
\nrevealed of us is but precious little.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove us is the
\nsuperconscience covered in its transcendent light; around is the sea
\nof Ignorance lit up here and there by the unsure ray of our mental
\nintelligence; below is spread out the dormant and obscure region of
\nthe Inconscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Greater
\nSelf of Knowledge Waits<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut this is only
\nMatter\u2019s first self-view,
A scale and series in the Ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is not all we
\nare or all our world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOur greater self of
\nknowledge waits for us,
A supreme light in the truth-conscious
\nVast:
It sees from summits beyond thinking mind,
It moves in
\na splendid air transcending life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt shall descend and
\nmake earth\u2019s life divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever, all this is
\nonly the first view when Matter looks at itself; it is a gradation in
\nthe cosmic Ignorance. This is not the whole truth of ourselves or of
\nthe world.There is a greater self of Knowledge that<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nVijnanamaya purusha
\nof the Taittiriya Upanishad.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nawaits us; it is a
\nsupreme light that ever shines in a vast region where all is
\ntruth-consciousness? That Knowledge-Self sees from altitudes of being
\nthat are beyond the farthest ranges of our thinking mind; it moves in
\na free and radiant plane that transcends terrestrial life. When that
\nwill descend here on earth\u2014as it surely shall\u2014our life here will
\nbe transmuted into a divine life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyam,ritam,brihat,the
\nTruth, the Right, the Vast of the Veda.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Our
\nSummit’s<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTruth made the
\nworld, not a blind Nature-Force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFor here are not our
\nlarge diviner heights;
Our summits in the superconscient\u2019s
\nblaze
Are glorious with the very face of God: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis world of ours
\nhas not, indeed, been made by a blind mechanical Force of Nature as
\nit would appear at first sight. It has been created by Truth. There
\nare larger heights of our existence which are divine; they are not
\nrevealed here in our present conditions of Ignorance. There on the
\nblazing summits of the superconscient can be had the glorious vision
\nof God Himself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Our
\nAspect of Eternity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is our aspect
\nof eternity,
There is the figure of the god we are,
His young
\nunaging look on deathless things,
His joy in our escape from
\ndeath and Time,
His immortality and light and bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere on the summits
\nis that part of us that is eternal, not subject to time and death.
\nThat part, that self, is our divine being that ever regards things
\nimmortal, joys in its transcendence of death and time and is radiant
\nin its natural state of immortality, light and bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Greatnesses
\nHidden Within<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur larger being
\nsits behind cryptic walls:
There are greatnesses hidden in our
\nunseen parts
That wait their hour to step into life\u2019s front:
\n
We feel an aid from deep indwelling Gods:
One speaks within,
\nLight comes to us from above. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBehind our limited
\nsurface being, behind its unseen walls, extends our inner, larger
\nbeing. Hidden in our inner parts are intensities of power and
\nconsciousness that await the right conditions to come forward and
\nmanifest in external life. That is why we are aware, at times, of
\nreceiving help from deep within ourselves\u2014from the Gods dwelling
\nwithin; there speaks a Guidance from within, there comes a Light from
\nabove.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Our
\nSoul Acts<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur soul from its
\nmysterious chamber acts;
Its influence pressing on our heart and
\nmind
Pushes them to exceed their mortal selves. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt seeks for Good
\nand Beauty and for God;
We see beyond self\u2019s walls our
\nlimitless self,
We gaze through our world\u2019s glass at
\nhalf-seeing vasts,
We hunt for the Truth behind apparent things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOur soul, seated in
\nits secret chambers within, is active. It exerts itself, its
\ninfluence presses on our heart and mind, our feelings and thinkings,
\nand drives them to exceed their limited, mortal formations. The soul
\nseeks for Goodness, Beauty and God even in conditions that are the
\nveryopposite. Due to its pressure we are urged to look beyond the
\nwalls of our limiting ego-self and perceive our larger unbounded
\nself, to glimpse half-revealed vastitudes of Being through the eyes
\nof the world, to search for abiding Truth behind the fleeting
\nappearances in the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inner
\nMind<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur inner Mind
\ndwells in a larger light,
Its brightness looks at us through
\nhidden doors;
Our members luminous grow and Wisdom\u2019s face
\n
Appears in the doorway of the mystic ward:
When she enters
\ninto our house of outward sense,
Then we look up and see, above,
\nher sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe mind with which
\nwe normally function is not the whole Mind. It is only the outer mind
\non the surface. There is an inner Mind which lives in a larger, wider
\nlight; its radiance regards us through veiled openings. By its action
\nour faculties grow luminous and Wisdom dawns on the horizons of our
\nmental being. When this Wisdom emerges into the realm of our senses
\nwhich are turned outward, we begin to look upwards\u2014not outwards\u2014and
\nbehold the Sun of Knowledge above the mental skies,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Life-Self<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA mighty life-self
\nwith its inner powers
Supports the dwarfish modicum we call life;
\n
It can graft upon our crawl two puissant wings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSimilarly what we
\ncall our life is only a small portion, a fragment, of the mighty
\nsurge of life that supports and sustains from below and behind. It is
\nvibrant with inner powers that are irresistible and it organises
\nitself around our inner self. It is this inner vital that gives
\nmomentum to our movements and enables us to soar beyond the domains
\nof physical Matter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Body’s
\nSubtle Self<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur body\u2019s subtle
\nself is throned within
In its viewless palace of veridical dreams
\n
That are bright shadows of the thoughts of God. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEven our physical
\nbody\u2014so obviously limited in its capacities and range\u2014has a
\nsubtler self behind the exterior surface. This subtle-physical is a
\nveiled field of visions and dreams that come true on the physical
\nplane afterwards\u2014dreams that are truly bright transcriptions or
\nimpressions of the musings of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>From
\nProne Obscure Beginnings<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the prone obscure
\nbeginnings of the race
The human grew in the bowed apelike man.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe stood erect, a
\nGodlike form and force
And a soul\u2019s thoughts looked out from
\nearthborn eyes; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn the obscure and
\nearth-bound beginnings of the human race, man first had a bent-
\nfigure resembling that of the ape. Gradually this hunchbacked body
\nstraightened up and its posture became erect, it acquired the form
\nand force of a god. From his earth-born eyes, the thoughts of the
\nsoul within looked out. These eyes were no longer directed towards
\nthe ground but looked proudly upwards and around.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Man
\nStood Erect<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan stood erect, he
\nwore the thinker\u2019s brow:
He looked at heaven and saw his
\ncomrade stars;
A vision came of beauty and greater birth
Slowly
\nemerging from the heart\u2019s chapel of light
And moved in a white
\nlucent air of dreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFrom the original
\nbent position of the apelike figure, man stood erect. The thinker in
\nhim came into action. He looked up at the skies and saw the friendly
\nstars above. A vision of beauty, of a slow transforming change
\nemerging from out of the temple of light in the heart came and took
\nshape in a pure, radiant dream-state.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Nascent
\nDemi-God<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe saw his being\u2019s
\nunrealised vastnesses,
He aspired and housed the nascent
\ndemi-god. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOut of the dim
\nrecesses of the self
The occult seeker into the open came:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe perceived the
\nvastnesses of his being still. to be realised; he aspired to grow and
\narticulated the urge of the awakening half-god within to come into
\nhis own. From out of the veiled regions of his inner self the unseen
\nseeker in him emerged into the open.Vision, aspiration, seeking took
\nkeen shape.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Subtle
\nSenses<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe heard the far and
\ntouched the intangible,
He gazed into the future and the unseen;
\n
He used the powers earth-instruments cannot use,
A pastime
\nmade of the impossible;
He caught up fragments of the
\nOmniscient\u2019s thought,
He scattered formulas of omnipotence.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHis subtle senses
\nawoke and he heard what is beyond the physical hearing, touched what
\nis physically not sensible, looked into the realms of the future and
\nthe unseen beyond physical vision; he was able to use new powers
\nwhich the ordinary creatures of earth cannot handle. What is
\nimpossible for the normal physical nature became a plaything for him.
\nHe could grasp something of the thought of the omniscient
\nConsciousness. He made liberal use of the processes of the supernal
\nomnipotent Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Man
\non the Roof of Things<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus man in his
\nlittle house made of earth\u2019s dust
Grew towards an unseen heaven
\nof thought and dream
Looking into the vast vistas of his mind
On
\na small globe dotting infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt last climbing a
\nlong and narrow stair
He stood alone on a high roof of things
\n
And saw the light of a spiritual sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus did man on this
\nlittle globe, which is but a speck in the Infinite, encased in a weak
\nand transient physical body, grow towards the unseen heights of
\nthought and dream, gazing into the expanding horizons of his mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe climbed the long,
\nnarrow stair of evolution and arriving at a high summit-the only
\ncreature to do so\u2014beheld the light of a spiritual sun in the
\nfirmament.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>In
\nthe Largeness of His Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAspiring he
\ntranscends his earthly self;
He stands in the largeness of his
\nsoul new-born
Redeemed from encirclement by mortal things
And
\nmoves in a pure free spiritual realm
As in the rare breath of a
\nstratosphere. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBy aspiring to rise
\nabove his earthly state, he goes beyond it. His soul reveals itself
\nin its innate largeness and rising above the bondage of mortal
\nthings, he stations himself in the vastitude of his soul; he moves
\nand lives in a spiritual dimension pure and free from the clamps of
\nmortality, as in the high air above the earth-atmosphere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>He
\nCalls the Godhead<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA lost end of far
\nlines of divinity,
He mounts by a frail thread to his high
\nsource;
He reaches his fount of immortality,
He calls the
\nGodhead into his mortal life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt first man moved
\nfar away from Divinity. Then by means of a slender linking thread of
\naspiration he climbs back to his Source and reaches his original
\nfount of immortality. From there he calls the answering Godhead into
\nhis mortal life on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>A
\nPortion of mighty Mother<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll this the spirit
\nconcealed had done in her:
A portion of the mighty Mother came
\n
Into her as into its own human part:
Amid the cosmic workings
\nof the Gods
It marked her the centre of a wide-drawn scheme,
\n
Dreamed in the passion of her far-seeing spirit
To mould
\nhumanity into God\u2019s own shape
And lead this great blind
\nstruggling world to light
Or a new world discover or create.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe veiled Spirit
\nhad effected all these developments in Savitri. An emanation of the
\nmighty Mother descended into her as into its own human part. Savitri
\nwas made the centre of a wide-planned scheme conceived in the force
\nof a far-reaching Idea to build humanity in the mould of God, to lead
\nthis blind struggling world to eternal light, to discover or create a
\nwholly new world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Psyche
\nmust put off her Veil<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth must transform
\nherself and equal Heaven
Or Heaven descend into earth\u2019s mortal
\nstate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut for such vast
\nspiritual change to be,
Out of the mystic cavern in man\u2019s heart
\n
The heavenly Psyche must put off her veil
And step into
\ncommon nature\u2019s crowded rooms
And stand uncovered in that
\nnature\u2019s front
And rule its thoughts and fill the body and
\nlife. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth must
\nchange, transform herself so as to become an equal of Heaven. Or
\nHeaven itself must descend into Earth’s mortal state and transform
\nher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuch a capital
\nspiritual change, however, can be effected only on the one condition
\nthat the divine entity within, the Psyche, must emerge out of the
\nVeil that covers her, take her stand in the outer, active nature and
\noccupy and govern all movements of mind, life and body. The psychic
\nself must come forward and take complete control of the outer nature
\nand personality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Obedient
\nShe Sits<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObedient to a high
\ncommand she sat:
Time, life and death were passing incidents
\n
Obstructing with their transient view her sight,
Her sight
\nthat must break through and liberate the god
Imprisoned in the
\nvisionless mortal man. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe inferior nature
\nborn into ignorance
Still took too large a place, it veiled her
\nself
And must be pushed aside to find her soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri sits in
\nmeditation in obedience to a command from above. In that state, time,
\nlife and death become mere passing incidents obstructing in their
\npassage her inner sight that needs to break through the veils of
\nnature and set free the divine soul\u2014a portion of God\u2014imprisoned
\nin the blind mortal man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe lower nature
\nborn of ignorance still occupies a large space in her being; it hides
\nher inner self and has to be set aside in order to find her real
\nsoul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


\n<\/P><\/p>\n

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