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\nFebruary 5, 1913<\/font><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Thy voice is heard as a melodious chant in the stillness of my heart,
\nand is translated in my head by words which are inadequate and yet replete with
\nThee. And these words are addressed to the Earth and say to her:\u2013Poor sorrowful
\nEarth, remember that I am present in thee and lose not hope; each effort, each
\ngrief, each joy and each pang, each call of thy heart, each aspiration of thy
\nsoul, each renewal of thy seasons, all, all without exception, what seems to
\nthee sorrowful and what seems to thee joyous, what seems to thee ugly and what
\nseems to thee beautiful, all infallibly lead thee towards me, who am endless
\nPeace, shadowless Light, perfect Harmony, Certitude, Rest and Supreme
\nBlessedness. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Hearken, O Earth, to the sublime voice that arises, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Hearken and take new courage!
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\nFebruary 8, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Thou art my refuge and my blessing, my strength, my health, my
\nhope, and my courage. Thou art supreme Peace, unalloyed Joy, perfect Serenity.
\nMy whole being prostrates before Thee in a gratitude beyond measure and a
\nceaseless worship; and that worship goes up from my heart and my mind towards
\nThee like the pure smoke of incense of the perfumes of <\/span>India<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Let me be Thy herald among men, so that all who are ready may taste the
\nbeatitude that Thou grantest<\/span> me in Thy infinite
\nMercy, and let Thy Peace reign upon earth.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFebruary 10, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>My being goes up to Thee in thanksgiving, not because Thou usest<\/span> this weak and imperfect body to manifest Thyself, but
\nbecause Thou dost manifest Thyself<\/i>, and that is the Splendour of
\nsplendours, the Joy of joys, the Marvel of marvels. All who seek Thee with
\nardour should understand that Thou art there whenever there is need of Thee;
\nand if they could have the supreme faith to give up seeking Thee, but rather to
\nawait Thee, at each moment putting themselves integrally at Thy service, Thou
\nwouldst be there whenever there was need of Thee; and is there not always need
\nof Thee with us, whatever may be the different, and often unexpected, forms of
\nThy manifestation? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Let Thy glory be proclaimed, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And sanctify life; <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Let it transform men’s hearts, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And Thy Peace reign on earth.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFebruary 12, 1913<\/a> *<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>As soon as all effort disappears from a manifestation, it becomes very
\nsimple, with the simplicity of a flower opening, manifesting its beauty and
\nspreading its fragrance without clamour or vehement gesture. And in this
\nsimplicity lies the greatest power, the power which is least mixed and least
\ngives rise to harmful reactions. The power of the vital should be mistrusted,
\nit is a tempter on the path of the work, and there is always a risk of falling
\ninto its trap, for it gives you the taste of immediate results; and, in our
\nfirst eagerness to do the work well, we let ourselves be carried away to make
\nuse of this power. But very soon it deflects all our action from the right
\ncourse and introduces a seed of illusion and death into what we do. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Simplicity, simplicity! How sweet is the purity of Thy Presence!…
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMarch 13, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>…Let the pure perfume of sanctification
\nburn always, rising higher and higher, and straighter and straighter, like the
\nceaseless prayer of the integral being, desiring to unite with Thee so as to
\nmanifest Thee.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMay 11, 1913<\/a> *<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>As soon as I have no longer any material responsibilities, all thoughts
\nabout these things flee far away from me, and I am solely and entirely occupied
\nwith Thee and Thy service. Then, in that perfect peace and serenity, I unite my
\nwill to Thine, and in that integral silence I listen to Thy truth and hear its
\nexpression. It is by becoming conscious of Thy Will and identifying ours with
\nThine that there is found the secret of true liberty and all-puissance, the
\nsecret of the regeneration of forces and the transfiguration of the being. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>To be constantly and integrally at one with Thee is to have the
\nassurance that we shall overcome every obstacle and triumph over all
\ndifficulties, both within and without. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Lord, a boundless joy fills my heart, songs of gladness surge
\nthrough my head in marvellous waves, and in the full confidence of Thy certain
\ntriumph I find a sovereign Peace and an invincible Power. Thou fillest<\/span> my being, Thou animatest<\/span>
\nit, Thou settest<\/span> in motion its hidden springs, Thou illuminest<\/span> its understanding, Thou intensifiest<\/span>
\nits life, Thou increasest<\/span> tenfold its love; and I no
\nlonger know whether the universe is I or I the universe, whether Thou art in me
\nor I in Thee; Thou alone art and all is Thou; and the streams of Thy<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

infinite grace fill and overflow the
\nworld. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sing O lands, sing O peoples, sing O men, <\/span><\/p>\n

The Divine
\nHarmony is there.<\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJune 15, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Even he who might have attained a perfect contemplation in silence and
\nsolitude would have arrived at it only by withdrawing from his body, by
\ndisregarding it; and so the substance of which the body is constituted would
\nremain as impure, as imperfect as before, since he would have left it to
\nitself; and by a misguided mysticism, through the lure of supraphysical<\/span>
\nsplendours, the egoistic desire to unite with Thee for his own personal
\nsatisfaction, he would have turned his back upon the very reason of his earthly
\nexistence, he would have refused like a coward to accomplish his mission \u2013 the
\nredemption and purification of Matter. To know that a part of our being is
\nperfectly pure, to commune with this purity, to be identified with it, can be
\nuseful only if this knowledge is later used to hasten the transfiguration of
\nthe earth, to accomplish Thy sublime work.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJune 17, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Grant, O Lord, that I may be like a fire that illumines and gives
\nwarmth, like a spring of water that quenches thirst, like a tree that shelters
\nand protects…. Men are so unhappy and ignorant and have so great a need of
\nhelp. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>My trust in Thee, the certitude within me grow deeper day by day; and
\nday by day too I feel Thy love more ardent within my heart, Thy light more
\nbrilliant and yet also more sweet; and more and more am I unable to distinguish
\nThy Work from my life and my individual being from the entire earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Lord, Thy Splendour is infinite, marvellous is Thy Truth; and
\nThy all-powerful Love shall save the world.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJune 18, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>To turn towards Thee, unite with Thee, live in Thee and for Thee, is
\nsupreme happiness, unmixed joy, immutable peace; it is to breathe infinity, to
\nsoar in eternity, no longer feel one’s limits, escape from time and space. Why
\ndo men flee from these boons as though they feared them? What a strange thing
\nis ignorance, that source of all suffering! How miserable that obscurity which
\nkeeps men away from the very thing which would bring them happiness and
\nsubjects them to this painful school of ordinary existence fashioned entirely
\nfrom struggle and suffering!
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJune 27, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Thy voice is so modest, so impartial, so sublime in its patience and
\nmercy that it does not make itself heard with any authority, any force of will
\nbut comes like a cool breeze, sweet and pure, like a crystalline murmur that
\nbrings a note of harmony to a discordant concert. Yet, for him who knows how to
\nlisten to the note, to breathe that breeze, it holds such treasures of beauty,
\nsuch a fragrance of pure serenity and noble grandeur, that all foolish
\nillusions vanish or are transformed into a joyful acceptance of the marvellous
\ntruth that has been glimpsed.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJuly 21, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> *<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>…Yet what patience is needed! How imperceptible the stages of
\nprogress!… <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Oh! how I call Thee from the very depths of my heart, True Light, Sublime
\nLove, Divine Master who art the source of our light and of our living, our
\nguide and our protector, the Soul of our soul and the Life of our life, the
\nReason of our being, the supreme Knowledge, the immutable Peace!
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nJuly 23, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>O Lord, inconceivable Splendour, may Thy
\nBeauty spread through all the earth, may Thy Love be kindled in every heart and
\nThy Peace reign over all. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>A deep and solemn chant, smiling and subtle, rises from my heart, and I
\ndo not know whether this chant goes from me to Thee or comes from Thee to me or
\nwhether Thou and I and the entire universe are this marvellous chant of which I
\nhave just become conscious…. Surely there is no longer any Thou or I or any
\nseparate universe; only an immense harmony is there, sublime and infinite,
\nwhich is all things and of which all things will one day grow aware. It is the
\nharmony of boundless Love, Love victorious over all suffering and all
\nobscurity. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>By this law of Love, Thy law, I want to live more and more integrally;
\nto it unreservedly I give myself. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And all my being exults in an inexpressible Peace.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAugust 2, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>This morning, as I was glancing over the month that is beginning and
\nwondering how I could serve Thee better, I heard the small voice within like a
\nmurmur in the silence, and this is what it said to me: \u201cSee how very little all
\nouter circumstances matter. Why strive and strain so to realise thy own
\nconception of Truth? Be more supple, more trusting. The only duty is not to let
\noneself be troubled by anything. To torment oneself about doing the right thing
\ncauses as much harm as a bad will. Only in a calm as of deep waters can be
\nfound the possibility of True Service.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And this reply was so luminous and pure, it carried within itself such a
\nstriking reality, that the state it described was communicated without any
\ndifficulty. It seemed to me I was floating in the calm of deep waters; I
\nunderstood; I saw clearly what the best attitude would be; and now I have only
\nto ask Thee, O Sublime Master, my Supreme Teacher, to give me the strength and
\nclear-sightedness I need to remain constantly in this state. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>\u201cDo not torment thyself, child. Silence, peace, peace.\u201d
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAugust 8, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O sweet harmony that dwellest<\/span> in all things,
\nsweet harmony that fillest<\/span> my heart, manifest thyself
\nin the most external forms of life, in every feeling, every thought, every
\naction. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>All is to me beautiful, harmonious, silent, despite the outer turmoil.
\nAnd in this silence it is Thou, O Lord, whom I see; and I see Thee in so unique
\na way that I can express this perception only as that of an unvarying smile. In
\ntruth, the real nature of the feeling experienced in the presence of the
\nsweetest, most calm, most compassionate smile has a poor resemblance to what I
\nfeel when I see Thee in this way. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>May Thy Peace be with all.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAugust 15, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>\n<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>In this even-fall, Thy Peace deepens and grows more sweet and Thy Voice
\nmore clear and distinct in the silence that fills my being. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Divine Master, Thine is all our life, our thought, our love, all our
\nbeing. Take unto Thyself once more what is Thine; for Thou art ourselves in our
\nReality.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAugust 16, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Love, divine Love, Thou fillest<\/span> my whole
\nbeing and overflowest<\/span> on every side. I am Thyself
\neven as Thou art I, and I see Thee in each being, each thing, from the soft
\nbreath of the passing breeze to the glorious sun which gives us light and is a
\nsymbol of Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Thou whom I cannot understand, in the silence of the purest devotion I
\nadore Thee.
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\nAugust 17, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Master of our life, let us soar very high above all care for our
\nmaterial preservation. Nothing is more humiliating and depressing than these
\nthoughts so constantly turned towards the preservation of the body, these
\npreoccupations with health, the means of subsistence, the framework of life….
\nHow very insignificant is all this, a thin smoke that a simple breath can
\ndisperse or a single thought turned towards Thee dispel like a vain mirage! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Deliver those who are in this bondage, O Lord, even as those who are the
\nslaves of passion. On the path that leads to Thee these obstacles are at once
\nterrible and puerile \u2013 terrible for those who are yet under their sway, puerile
\nfor one who has passed beyond. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>How shall I describe that utter relief, that delightful lightness which
\ncomes when one is free from all anxiety for oneself, for one’s life and health
\nand satisfaction, and even one’s progress? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span>This relief, this deliverance Thou hast
\ngranted to me, O Thou, Divine Master, Life of my life and Light of my light, O
\nThou who unceasingly teachest<\/span> me love and makest<\/span> me know the purpose of my existence. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>It is Thou who livest<\/span> in me, Thou alone; and why
\nshould I be preoccupied with myself and what might
\n happen to me? Without Thee the dust
\nconstituting this body that strives to manifest Thee, would disperse amorphous
\nand inconscient; without Thee this sensibility which makes possible a relation
\nwith all other<\/span><\/p>\n

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centres of manifestation, would vanish into a dark inertia;
\nwithout Thee this thought that animates and illumines the whole being, would be
\nvague, vacant, unrealised; without Thee the sublime love which vivifies,
\ncoordinates, animates and gives warmth to all things would be a yet unawakened<\/span> possibility. Without Thee all is inert, brute or
\ninconscient. Thou art all that illumines and enraptures us, the whole reason of
\nour existence and all our goal. Is this not enough to cure us of every personal
\nthought, to make us spread our wings and soar above the contingencies of
\nmaterial life, so as to fly away into Thy divine atmosphere and be able to
\nreturn as Thy messengers to the earth to announce the glorious tidings of Thy
\napproaching Advent? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Divine Master, sublime Friend, marvellous Teacher, in a fecund silence
\nI bow to Thee.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOctober 7, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
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\n<\/span><\/b>
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>This return after an absence of three months to the house which is
\nconsecrated to Thee, O Lord, has been the occasion of two experiences. The
\nfirst is that in my outer being, my surface consciousness, I no longer have the
\nleast feeling of being in my own home and the owner of anything there: I am a
\nstranger in a strange land, much more of a stranger here than in the open countryside
\namong the trees; and I smile, now that I have learnt what l did not know, I
\nsmile at the idea of having felt myself \u201cmistress of the house\u201d, an idea I had
\nbefore my departure; it was necessary for all pride to be broken, crushed,
\ntrampled down definitively so that I could at last understand, see and feel
\nthings as they are. I used to offer to Thee this dwelling, O Lord, as though it
\nwere possible that l should possess something and consequently be able to make
\nan offering of it to Thee. All is Thine, O Lord, it is Thou who placest<\/span> all things at our disposal; but how blind we are
\nwhen we imagine that we can be owners of any one of these! I am a visitor here
\nas elsewhere, as everywhere, Thy messenger and Thy servant upon earth, a
\nstranger among men, and yet the very soul of their life, the love of their
\nheart….<\/span><\/p>\n

      Secondly, the whole atmosphere of the house
\nis charged with a religious solemnity; one immediately goes down into the
\ndepths; the meditations here are more in-gathered and serious; dispersion
\nvanishes to give place to concentration;
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and I feel this concentration literally descending from my head
\nand entering into my heart; and the heart seems to attain a depth more profound
\nthan the head. It is as though for three months I had been loving with my head
\nand that now I were beginning to love with my heart; and this brings me an
\nincomparable solemnity and sweetness of feeling. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>A new door has opened in my being and an immensity has appeared before
\nme. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>I cross the threshold with devotion, feeling hardly worthy yet of
\nentering upon this hidden path, veiled to the sight and as though invisibly
\nluminous within. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>All is changed, all is new; the old wrappings have fallen off and the
\nnew-born child half-opens its eyes to the shining dawn.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 3<\/font><\/span>3<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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\nNovember 22, 1913<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a>
\n<\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>A Few minutes passed in silence before Thee are worth centuries of
\nfelicity…. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Grant, O Lord, that all shadows may be dispelled and that I may be more and
\nmore Thy faithful servant in constancy and serenity. Before Thee may my heart
\nbe pure as a pure crystal, so that wholly it may reflect Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Oh! the sweetness of abiding in silence before Thee<\/span>…..<\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 3<\/font><\/span>4<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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\n
\nNovember 25, 1913 <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>The greatest enemy of a silent contemplation turned towards Thee is
\nsurely this constant subconscient registering of the multitude of phenomena
\nwith which we come into contact. So long as we are mentally active, our
\nconscious thought veils for us this over-activity of our subconscious
\nreceptivity; an entire part of our sensibility, and perhaps not the smallest,
\nacts like a cine-camera without our knowledge and indeed to our detriment. It
\nis only when we silence our active thought, which is relatively easy, that we
\nsee this multitude of little subconscious notations surging up from every side
\nand often drowning us under their overwhelming flood. So it happens that, as
\nsoon as we attempt to enter the silence of deep contemplation, we are assailed
\nby countless thoughts \u2013 if thoughts they could be called \u2013 which do not
\ninterest us in the least, do not represent for us any active desire, any
\nconscious attachment, but only prove to us our inability to control what may be
\ndescribed as the mechanical receptivity of our subconscient. A considerable
\nlabour is needed to silence all these useless noises, to stop this wearisome
\ntrain of images and to purify one’s mind of these thousand little nothings, so
\nobstructing and worthless.<\/span> And it is so much time uselessly lost; it
\nis a terrible wastage. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And the remedy? In an over-simple way, certain ascetic disciplines
\nrecommend solitude and inaction: sheltering one’s subconscient from all possible
\nregistration;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 3<\/font><\/span>5<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

that seems to me a childish remedy, for it leaves the
\nascetic at the mercy of the first surprise-attack; and if one day, confident of
\nbeing perfectly master of himself, he wants to come back among his fellowmen in
\norder to help them, his subconscient, so long deprived of its activity of
\nreception, will surely indulge it more intensively than ever before, as soon as
\nthe least opportunity offers. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>There is certainly another remedy. What is it? Undoubtedly, one must
\nlearn to control one’s subconscient just as one controls one’s conscious
\nthought. There must be many ways of achieving this. Regular introspection in
\nthe Buddhist manner and a methodical analysis of one’s dreams \u2013 formed almost
\nalways from this subconscious registration \u2013 are part of the method to be
\nfound. But there is surely something more rapidly effective…. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Eternal Master, Thou shalt be the Teacher, the Inspirer; Thou
\nwilt teach me what should be done, <\/span><\/p>\n

so that after an indispensable application
\nof it to myself, I may make others also benefit from what Thou hast taught me. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>With a loving and trustful devotion, I bow to Thee.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n             <\/span>
\nPage – 3<\/span><\/font>6<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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\n
\nNovember 28, 1913
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>In this calm concentration which comes before day-break, more than at
\nany other moment, my thought rises to Thee, O Lord of our being, in an ardent
\nprayer. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Grant
\nthat this day which is about to dawn may bring to the earth and to men a little
\nmore of pure light and true peace; may Thy manifestation be more complete and
\nThy sweet law more widely recognised; may something higher, nobler, more true
\nbe revealed to mankind; may a vaster and deeper love spread abroad so that all
\npainful wounds may be healed; and may this first sunbeam dawning upon the earth
\nbe the herald of joy and harmony, a symbol of the glorious splendour hidden in
\nthe essence of life. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>*O Divine Master, grant that today may bring to us a completer
\nconsecration to Thy Will, a more integral gift of ourselves to Thy work, a more
\ntotal forgetfulness of self, a greater illumination, a purer love. Grant that
\nin a communion growing ever deeper, more constant and entire, we may be united
\nalways more and more closely to Thee and become Thy servitors worthy of Thee.
\nRemove from us all egoism, root out all petty vanity, greed and obscurity. May
\nwe be all ablaze with Thy divine Love; make us Thy torches in the world.*<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>A silent hymn of praise rises from my heart like the
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

white smoke of incense of the perfumes of
\nthe East. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>And in the serenity of a perfect surrender, I bow to Thee in the light
\nof the rising day.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 3<\/font><\/span>7<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\nNovember 29, 1913
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Why all this noise, all this movement, this vain and futile agitation;
\nwhy this whirlwind carrying men away like a swarm of flies caught in a storm?
\nHow sad is the sight of all that wasted energy, all those useless efforts! When
\nwill they stop dancing like puppets on a string, pulled they know not by whom
\nor what? When will they find time to sit quietly and go within, to recollect
\nthemselves and open that inner door which screens from them Thy priceless
\ntreasures, Thy infinite boons?… <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>How
\nsorrowful and miserable seems to me their life of ignorance and obscurity,
\ntheir life of mad agitation and unprofitable dispersion! \u2013 when one single
\nspark of Thy sublime light, one single drop of Thy divine love, can transform
\nthis suffering into an ocean of delight! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, my prayer soars towards Thee: May they know at last Thy peace
\nand that calm and irresistible strength which comes of an immutable serenity \u2013
\nthe privilege of those whose eyes have been opened and who are able to
\ncontemplate Thee in the flaming core of their being. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>But the hour of Thy manifestation is come. <\/span>    <\/p>\n

\n    <\/span>And soon hymns of gladness will burst
\nforth on every side. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Before the solemnity of this hour I bow down in devotion.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – <\/font><\/span>38<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\nDecember 13, 1913
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Give me Thy light, O Lord, grant that I do not fall into any error.
\nGrant that the infinite reverence, the utter devotion, that intense and
\nprofound love I bring to Thee may be radiant, convincing, contagious, and be
\nawakened in every heart. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Eternal Master, Thou art my Light and my Peace; guide my steps,
\nopen my eyes, illumine my heart, and lead me on the paths that go straight to
\nThee. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, Lord, grant that I may have no other will than Thine and that
\nall my acts may be an expression of Thy divine law. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>A great Light floods my whole being, and I am no longer conscious of
\nanything but Thee…. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Peace, peace, peace upon all the earth.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n       <\/span>
\nPage – <\/span><\/font>39<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\nDecember 16, 1913
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Pure and disinterested love, Thy love in what we are able to perceive
\nand manifest of it, is the sole key that can open all hearts that seek for
\nThee. Those who follow the path of the intellect may have a very high and true
\nconception; they may have all the information about the true life, the life One
\nwith Thee, but they do not know it; they have no inner experience of that life
\nand are ignorant of all contact with Thee. These men whose knowledge is
\nintellectual and whose action is confined to a construction which they believe
\nto be the best, are the most difficult of all to convert; it is harder to
\nawaken the consciousness of the Divine in them than in any other person of
\ngoodwill. Love alone can work this miracle, for love opens all doors,
\npenetrates every wall, clears every obstacle. And a little true love does more
\nthan the most beautiful speeches. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Lord, let this pure flower of love blossom in me, that it may give its
\nfragrance to all those who come near us, and that this fragrance may sanctify
\nthem. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>In this love lie peace and joy, the fount of all strength and all
\nrealisation. It is the infallible healer, the supreme consoler; it is the
\nvictor, the sovereign teacher. <\/span><\/p>\n

    O Lord, my sweet Master, Thou whom I adore
\nin silence and to whom I have entirely consecrated myself, Thou who governest<\/span> my life, kindle in my heart the flame of Thy pure
\nlove that it may burn like a glowing brazier, consuming all imperfections and
\ntransforming<\/span><\/p>\n

\n       
\nPage – <\/span><\/font>40<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

 into a comforting warmth and
\nradiating light the dead wood of egoism and the black coals of ignorance. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, I turn towards Thee with a devotion at once joyful and solemn
\nand I implore Thee: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Let Thy love manifest, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>Thy reign come. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>May Thy peace govern the world.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n          <\/span>
\nPage –<\/span>41<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\nDecember 29, 1913
\n<\/font>
\n<\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>O Lord, grant that this collective convention of the ending year be for
\nus also the occasion to put an end to a whole lot of bonds and attachments,
\nillusions and weaknesses which have no longer any purpose in our lives. At
\nevery moment we must shake off the past like falling dust, that it may not soil
\nthe virgin path which, at every moment also, is opening before us. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>May our mistakes, acknowledged and rectified within us, be no more than
\nvain mirages powerless to bring any consequences and, pressing our foot down
\nfirmly upon all that no longer should exist, on all ignorance, all obscurity,
\nall egoism, may we take our flight boldly towards wider horizons and intenser
\nlight, a more perfect compassion, a more disinterested love…. towards Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\n<\/span>I hail Thee, O Lord, Master of our life, and I want to proclaim Thy
\nreign over all the earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 4<\/font><\/span>2<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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