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\nApril 1, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>I feel we have entered the very heart of Thy sanctuary and grown aware
\nof Thy very will. A great joy, a deep peace reign in me, and yet all my inner
\nconstructions have vanished like a vain dream and I find myself now, before Thy
\nimmensity, without a frame or system, like a being not yet individualised. All
\nthe past in its external form seems ridiculously arbitrary to me, and yet I
\nknow it was useful in its own time. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>But now all is changed: a new stage has begun.
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\nApril 2, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Every day, when I want to write, I am interrupted, as though the new
\nperiod opening now before us were a period of expansion rather than of
\nconcentration. It is in the activity of each moment that we must serve Thee and
\nidentify ourselves with Thee rather than in deep and silent contemplation or in
\nmeditation, written or unwritten. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>But my heart does not tire of singing a hymn to Thee and my thought is
\nconstantly filled with Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nApril 3, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>It seems to me that I am being born to a new life and all the methods,
\nthe habits of the past can no longer be of any use. It seems to me that what I
\nthought were results is nothing more than a preparation. I feel as though I
\nhave done nothing yet, as though I have not lived the spiritual life, only
\nentered the path that leads to it, it seems to me that I know nothing, that I
\nam incapable of formulating anything, that all experience is yet to begin. It
\nis as though I were stripped of my entire past, of its errors as well as its
\nconquests, as though all that has vanished and made room for a new-born child
\nwhose whole existence is yet to be lived, who has no Karma, no experience to
\nlearn from, but no error either which has to be set right. My head is empty of
\nall knowledge and all certitude, but also of all vain thought. I feel that if I
\nlearn how to surrender without any resistance to this state, if I do not try to
\nknow or understand, if I consent to be completely like an ignorant and candid
\nchild, some new possibility will open before me. I know that I must now
\ndefinitively give myself up and be like an absolutely blank page on which Thy
\nthought, Thy will, O Lord, can be inscribed freely without danger of any
\ndeformation. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n     <\/span>
\n
\nAn immense gratitude rises from my heart, it seems to me that I have at
\nlast reached the threshold I sought so much.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Grant, O Lord, that I may be sufficiently pure,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 1<\/font><\/span>16<\/p>\n

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\n
\nimpersonal, animated with Thy divine love to be able to cross it definitively. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Oh, to belong to Thee without any darkness, without any restriction!
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nApril 4, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/b><\/font><\/span>O<\/span><\/font> Lord<\/span><\/font>,<\/span><\/span> my adoration rises ardently to Thee, all my being is an
\naspiration, a flame consecrated to Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Lord, Lord, my sweet Master, it is Thou who livest<\/span>
\nand willest<\/span> in me! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>This body is Thy instrument; this will is
\nThy servant; this intelligence is Thy tool; and the whole being is only
\nThyself. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 1<\/font><\/span>18<\/p>\n

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\n
\nApril 7, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

     
\n<\/span>What kind of courage is mine that I always try to avoid the fight? What
\nkind of energy is mine, that I am instinctively frightened of the new effort to
\nbe made and try, without being aware of it, to go to sleep passively, relying
\nupon the results of previous efforts? In order to act, I have to be compelled
\nand my mute contemplation is partly made of laziness…. All this is becoming
\nmore and more clearly apparent to me. All that I have done till now seems to me
\nto be nothing. The poverty and limitations of the instrument I put at Thy
\nservice, Lord, are evident to me, and I laugh a little sorrowfully at the idea
\nthat at times I could have a good opinion of my being, its efforts and their
\nresults. This threshold of the true life that I always think I have reached is
\nlike a hope bestowed upon me but never a tangible realisation; it is the toy
\npromised to a child, the reward held out for a moment before the weak. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>When shall I become a truly strong being, made entirely of courage,
\nenergy, valour and calm perseverance; when shall I have forgotten my own person
\ncompletely enough to be nothing but an instrument moulded solely by the forces
\nit has to manifest? When will my consciousness of unity be no longer tinged with <\/span><\/p>\n

any inertia; when will my feeling of divine
\nlove be no longer mixed with any weakness? <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, all thought seems dead within me, now that I have asked these
\nquestions. I search for my conscious mind and I do not find it; I search for my
\nindividuality <\/span><\/p>\n

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and I cannot discover it anywhere; I search
\nfor my personal will and it is not there. I search for Thee, and Thou art
\nsilent…. Silence, silence…. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>Now I seem to hear Thy voice: \u201cNever hast thou known how to die
\nintegrally. Always something in thee has wanted to know, to witness, to
\nunderstand. Surrender completely, learn how to disappear, break the last barrier
\nthat separates thee from me; accomplish unreservedly thy act of surrender.\u201d
\nAlas, O Lord, for a long time have I wanted it, but I could not. Now wilt Thou
\ngive me the power to do so? <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, my sweet eternal Master, break this resistance which fills me
\nwith anguish… deliver me from myself!
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nApril 8, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Lord, my thought is calm and my heart ingathered; I turn towards Thee
\nwith a profound devotion and a boundless trust: I know that Thy love is
\nall-powerful and that Thy justice will reign over the earth; I know that the
\nhour is near when the last veil will be rent and all iniquity disappear to give
\nplace to an era of peace and harmonious effort. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, with thought rapt within and the heart at peace, I approach Thee
\nand all my being is filled with Thy divine Presence; grant that I may see Thee
\nalone in all things and that all may be resplendent with Thy divine Light. Oh,
\nmay all hatred be appeased, all rancour effaced, all fears dispelled, all
\nsuspicions destroyed, all malevolence overcome, and in this city, in this
\ncountry, upon this earth, may all hearts feel vibrating within them that sublime
\nlove, source of all transfiguration. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, how ardently do I call and implore Thy love! Grant that my
\naspiration may be intense enough to awaken the same aspiration everywhere: oh,
\nmay goodness, justice and peace reign as supreme masters, may ignorant egoism be
\novercome, darkness be suddenly illuminated by Thy pure Light; may the blind see,
\nthe deaf hear, may Thy law be proclaimed in every place and, in a constantly
\nprogressive union, in an ever more perfect harmony, may all, like one single
\nbeing, stretch out their arms towards Thee to identify themselves with Thee and
\nmanifest Thee upon earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

  <\/span>
\n   <\/span> <\/span>O Lord, with thought rapt within, the heart
\nradiant with sunshine, I give myself to Thee without reservation, and the \u201cself\u201d
\ndisappears in Thee!  <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 1<\/font><\/span>21<\/p>\n

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\nApril 10, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>Suddenly the veil was rent, the horizon was disclosed \u2013 and before the
\nclear vision my whole being threw itself at Thy feet in a great outburst of
\ngratitude. Yet in spite of this deep and integral joy all was calm, all was
\npeaceful with the peace of eternity. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>I seem to have no more limits; there is no longer the perception of the
\nbody, no sensations, no feelings, no thoughts \u2013 a clear, pure, tranquil
\nimmensity penetrated with love and light, filled with an unspeakable beatitude
\nis all that is there and that alone seems now to be myself, and this \u201cmyself\u201d is
\nso little the former \u201cI\u201d, selfish and limited, that I cannot tell if it is I or
\nThou, O Lord, sublime Master of our destinies. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>It is as though all were energy, courage, force, will, infinite
\nsweetness, incomparable compassion…. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>Even more forcibly than during these last days the past is dead and as
\nthough buried under the rays of a new life. The last glance that I have just
\nthrown backward as I read a few pages of this book definitely convinced me of
\nthis death, and lightened of a great weight I present myself before Thee, O my
\ndivine Master, with all the simplicity, all the nudity of a child…. And still
\nthe one only thing I perceive is that calm and pure immensity…. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>Lord, Thou hast answered my prayer, Thou hast granted me what I have
\nasked from Thee; the \u201cI\u201d has disappeared, there is only a docile instrument put
\nat Thy service, a centre of concentration and manifestation<\/span><\/p>\n

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of Thy infinite and eternal rays; Thou hast
\ntaken my life and 124made it Thine; Thou hast taken my will and hast united it
\nto Thine; Thou hast taken my love and identified it with Thine; Thou hast taken
\nmy thought and replaced it by Thy absolute consciousness. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>The body, marvelling, bows its forehead in the dust in mute and
\nsubmissive adoration. <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>And
\nnothing else exists but Thou alone in the splendour of Thy immutable peace.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nKarikal, <\/font> <\/span><\/b>
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\nApril 13, 1914<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/b><\/span><\/a>
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\n<\/span>Everything works together to prevent me from remaining a creature of
\nhabits, and in this new state, in the midst of these circumstances, so complex
\nand unstable, I have never before so completely lived Thy immutable peace or
\nrather the \u201cI\u201d has never before disappeared so completely that Thy divine peace
\nalone is alive there. All is beautiful, harmonious and calm, all is full of
\nThee. Thou shinest in the dazzling sun, Thou art felt in the gentle passing
\nbreeze, Thou dost manifest Thyself in all hearts and live in all beings. There
\nis not an animal, a plant that does not speak to me of Thee and Thy name is
\nwritten upon everything I see. <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/span>O my sweet Lord, hast Thou at last granted
\nthat I may belong entirely to Thee and that my consciousness may be definitively
\nunited with Thine? What have I done to be worthy of so glorious a happiness?
\nNothing except to desire it, to want it with constancy \u2013 that is very little. <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/span>But, O Lord, since now it is Thy will and
\nnot mine that lives in me, Thou wilt be able to make this happiness profitable
\nto all; and its very purpose will be to enable the greatest possible number of
\nbeings to perceive Thee.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\n      <\/span>Oh, may all know Thee, love Thee, serve
\nThee; may all receive the supreme consecration! <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/span>O Love, divine Love, spread abroad in the
\nworld, regenerate life, enlighten the intelligence, break the barriers of
\negoism, scatter the obstacles of ignorance, shine resplendent as sovereign
\nMaster of the earth.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPondicherry<\/font><\/span><\/b>,
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\nApril 17, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>O Lord, O almighty Master, sole Reality, grant that no error, no
\nobscurity, no fatal ignorance may creep into my heart and my thought. <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/span>In action, the personality is the
\ninevitable and indispensable intermediary of Thy will and Thy forces. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>The stronger, the more complex, powerful, individualised and conscious is
\nthe personality, the more powerfully and usefully can the instrument serve. But,
\nby reason of the very character of personality, it easily tends to be drawn into
\nthe fatal illusion of its separate existence and become little by little a
\nscreen between Thee and that on which Thou willest to act. Not at the beginning,
\nin the manifestation, but in the transmission of the return; that is to say,
\ninstead of being, as a faithful servant, an intermediary who brings back to Thee
\nexactly what is Thy due \u2013 the forces sent forth in reply to Thy action, \u2013 there
\nis a tendency in the personality to want to keep for itself a part of the
\nforces, with this idea: \u201cIt is I who have done this or that, I who am
\nthanked…\u201d Pernicious illusion, obscure falsehood, now are you discovered and
\nunmasked. That is the maleficent canker corroding the fruit of the action,
\nfalsifying all its results.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

     O Lord, O my sweet Master, sole Reality,
\ndispel this feeling of the \u201cI\u201d. I have now understood that so long as there will
\nbe a manifested universe, the \u201cI\u201d will remain necessary for Thy manifestation;
\nto dissolve, or even to diminish or weaken the \u201cI\u201d, is to<\/span><\/p>\n

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 deprive Thee of the means of
\nmanifestation, in whole or part. But what must be radically and definitively
\nsuppressed is the illusory thought, the illusory feeling, the illusory sensation
\nof the separate \u201cI\u201d. At no moment, in no circumstances must we forget that our
\n\u201cI\u201d has no reality outside Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O my sweet Master, my divine Lord, tear out from my heart this illusion
\nso that Thy servant may become pure and faithful and faithfully and integrally
\nbring back to Thee all that is Thy due. In silence let me contemplate and
\nunderstand this supreme ignorance and dispel it for ever. Chase the shadow from
\nmy heart, and let Thy light reign in it, its uncontested sovereign.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\n <\/font><\/span><\/b>April 18, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/span>Yesterday morning the last veil was almost rent, the last stronghold of
\nthe blind and ignorant personality seemed to be on the point of yielding; for
\nthe first time I thought I had understood what true impersonal service was, and
\nthe obstacle separating me from the integral realisation seemed very fragile to
\nme, and on the point of disappearing definitively. But the necessity of my outer
\nduties tore me away from this beneficent and happy contemplation, and when I was
\nobliged to return to the outer consciousness the veil closed again and now seems
\nto me darker than ever. Why this fall into the inconscience of night after so
\ngreat a light?… <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, Lord, wilt Thou not then let me escape at last from ignorance and
\nbecome one with Thee? Now that I have known and seen so well what the work upon
\nthe earth must be, could I not realise it? Am I then riveted to ignorance and
\nillusion?… <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>Why, why this night after so great and pure a light? All my being is
\ntense in a call of anguish! <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Lord, take pity on me!
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\nApril 19, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/span>There is a great difference between being in the midst of active work, of
\nexternal action, while keeping one’s thought constantly fixed on Thee, and
\nentering into that perfect union with Thee which leads to what I have called
\n\u201cabsolute Consciousness, true Omniscience, Knowledge\u201d. When one acts, though
\nwith the thought fixed on Thee, one is like a blind man walking on the road with
\na sense of direction, but knowing nothing about the path he is following and
\nhow, precisely, one must walk so as to neglect nothing. In the other case, on
\nthe contrary, there is the clear vision in full light, the utilisation of the
\nleast occasion, the plenitude of action, the maximum result. And if the first
\nattitude is indispensable before acquiring the other, yet at no moment must one
\ncease working, making an effort to attain perfect communion. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>But my heart is in peace, my thought free from impatience, and I entrust
\nmyself to Thy will with the smiling confidence of a child. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>May Thy peace reign over all….
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\nApril 20, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/span>After having hoped so much, after having believed that my outer being was
\nat last to become an instrument adapted to Thy purpose, after feeling hopeful
\nthat I would at last be delivered from this obscure and cumbersome \u201cself\u201d, I
\nfeel I am as far from the goal as before, as ignorant, as egoistic as I was
\nbefore this great expectation. And the path stretches out once again,
\ninterminable across the fields of inconscience. The sublime door has closed
\nagain and I find myself still on the threshold of the sanctuary without being
\nable to enter within. But I have learnt to look at everything with a smile and a
\ntranquil heart. I ask only this of Thee, O my divine Master, not to let me make
\nany mistakes; even if the instrument is still condemned for a time to
\nunconsciousness, grant that it may let itself be guided faithfully and docilely
\nby Thy divine law. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>I bow to Thee, O Lord, with a deep and pure devotion. On! Be the
\nsovereign Master of all hearts. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\n <\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>April 23, 1914<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/b><\/span><\/a>
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\n<\/span>All rules have vanished, the regularity of the discipline is gone, all
\neffort has ceased; not by my own will nor, I believe, through negligence, but
\nbecause circumstances are working together to bring this about. It seems that
\nthis inner will, always alert, like a steersman holding the rudder, has
\nevaporated or fallen asleep, and my being is only something peacefully
\nsurrendered which lets itself be carried along by the stream. Till now, it seems
\nto me, the course has always been in a straight line, and I would keep the hope
\nthat it is Thou, O Lord, who guidest the stream; but surely if I have erred at
\ntimes through too great a rigidity, a lack of suppleness and spontaneity, it
\ncould very well be that now I err through the opposite excess. I have come to
\naccept peacefully the state I am in and to tell myself that Thou wilt bestow
\nupon me the true Consciousness, the absolute Consciousness when Thou thinkest it
\nbest. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>I look at all this changing world as a game unfolding itself, and I take
\npart in this game with the same energy and conviction with which I would if I
\nbelieved it real and important. All this is very new. But what is certain is
\nthat never before were my mind and heart in so complete a repose. What will come
\nout of that, I do not know. But I trust in Thee, O Lord; Thou knowest the best
\nway of using and developing Thy instrument….
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nApril 28, 1914<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a>
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\n<\/span>Thou art the Master of the world; Thy law unfolds before us with
\nprecision, and as I thought or rather as Thou didst make me understand it before
\nwe left <\/span>Paris<\/span>, it is the best \u2013 what could best serve
\nThy work in the world \u2013 that has happened. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>In beatitude I communed with Thy puissance dominating over darkness and
\nerror, shining like a marvellous and eternal dawn above the mud of hypocritical
\nforce and its apparent success. Everything has been brought to light, we have
\ntaken one more step towards the full light of sincerity, and this full light
\nwill be the first stage of Thy reign upon earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n<\/span>O Thou inconceivable splendour, Thou conqueror of all ignorance, victor
\nover all egoism, Thou who dost illumine all hearts and enlighten all minds, Thou
\nwho art Knowledge and Love and Being, let me live constantly in the
\nconsciousness of Thy unity, let me always conform to Thy Will. <\/span><\/p>\n

    <\/span>
\nWith reverent and silent devotion I bow to Thee as the sovereign Lord of the
\nworld.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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