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

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHY voice is heard as a melodious chant in the
\nstillness of my heart, and is translated in my
\nhead by words which are inadequate and yet replete
\nwith Thee. And these words are addressed to the Earth
\nand say to her: "Poor sorrowful Earth, remember<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 10<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nthat I am present in thee and lose not hope; each
\neffort, each grief, each joy and each pang, each call of
\nthy heart, each aspiration of thy soul, each renewal
\nof thy seasons, all, all without exception, what seems
\nto thee sorrowful and what seems to thee joyous,
\nwhat seems to thee ugly and what seems to thee beautiful, 
\nall infallibly lead thee towards me, who am endless
\nPeace, shadowless Light, perfect Harmony, Certitude,
\nRest and Supreme Blessedness. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHearken, O Earth, to the sublime voice that arises. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHearken and take new courage. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n
\nFebruary 8,<\/font><\/i><\/b> 1913<\/font><\/a> <\/font>
\n<\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LORD, Thou art my refuge and my blessing, my strength, my health, my hope, and my courage.
\nThou art supreme Peace, unalloyed Joy, perfect
\nSerenity. My whole being prostrates before Thee in a
\ngratitude beyond measure and a ceaseless worship; and
\nthat worship goes up from my heart and my mind
\ntowards Thee like the pure smoke of incense of
\nthe perfumes of India. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLet me be Thy herald among men, so that all who
\nare ready may taste the beatitude that Thou grantest
\nme in Thy infinite Mercy, and let Thy Peace reign
\nupon earth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 11<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nFebruary<\/i> 1O, 1913<\/a><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMY being goes up to Thee in thanksgiving,
\nnot because Thou usest this weak and imperfect
\nbody to manifest Thyself, but because Thou dost manifest Thyself,<\/i> and that is the Splendour of splendours, the Joy of joys, the Marvel of marvels. All who
\nseek Thee with ardour should understand that Thou art
\nthere whenever there is need of Thee; and if they
\ncould have the supreme faith to give up seeking
\nThee, but  rather to await Thee, at each moment putting
\nthem selves integrally at Thy service. Thou
\nwouldst be  there whenever there was need of Thee; and
\nis there not always need of Thee with us, whatever may be the different, and often unexpected, forms
\nof Thy manifestation? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLet Thy glory be proclaimed, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLet life be sanctified by it, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLet it transform men’s hearts, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLet Thy Peace reign on earth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nF<\/font><\/i><\/b><\/a>ebruary<\/i> 12, 1913<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAS soon <\/b> as all effort disappears from a manifestation, it becomes very  simple, with the
\nsimplicity of a flower opening, manifesting its Beauty  and spreading its
\nfragrance without clamour or vehement<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 12<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\ngesture. And in this simplicity lies the greatest power,
\nthe power which is least mixed and least gives rise:  to harmful reactions. The power of the vital should
\n be mistrusted, it is a tempter on the path of the work,
\n and there is always a risk of falling into its trap, for it
\ngives you the taste of immediate results; and, in our
\n first eagerness to do the work well, we let ourselves
\n be carried away to make use of this power. But 
\n very soon it deflects all our action from the right course and introduces a seed of illusion and death into what we do.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSimplicity, simplicity! How sweet is the purity of Thy Presence!<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nLET the pure perfume of sanctification burn
\nalways, rising higher and higher, and straighter
\nand straighter, like the ceaseless prayer of the integral
\nbeing, desiring to unite with Thee so as to manifest
\nThee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMay<\/i> 11 1913<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAs soon as I have no longer any material responsibilities, all thoughts about these things flee far
\naway from me, and I am solely and entirely
\noccupied<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 13<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nwith Thee and Thy service. Then, in that
\nperfect peace and serenity, I unite my will to Thine,
\nand in that integral silence I listen to Thy
\ntruth and hear its expression. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is by becoming conscious of Thy will and identifying ours with Thine that there is
\nfound the secret of true liberty and all-puissance,
\nthe secret of  the regeneration of forces and the
\ntransfiguration of the being, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo be constantly and integrally at one with
\nThee is to have the assurance that we shall overcome  every obstacle and triumph over all
\ndifficulties, both within and without, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, Lord, a boundless joy fills my heart songs of gladness surge through my head in marvellous  waves, and in the full confidence of Thy
\ncertain  triumph, I find a sovereign Peace and an invincible Power. Thou fillest my being, Thou animatest
\nit,  Thou settest in motion its hidden springs, Thou illuminest its understanding. Thou intensifiest
\nits life. Thou increasest tenfold its love; and I in  longer know whether the universe is I or I the universe, whether Thou art in me or I in Thee  Thou alone art and all is Thou; and the streams<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSing, O lands, sing, O peoples, sing, O men, The Divine Harmony Is there.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 14<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nJune<\/i> 15, 1913<\/a>  <\/i><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nEVEN he who might have arrived at perfect contemplation
\nin silence and solitude, could only have done so by extracting himself from his body,
\n by making an abstraction of himself; and thus the
\nsubstance of which the body is constituted would
\nremain as impure, as imperfect as before, since he
\nwould have abandoned it to itself; by a misguided mysticism, by the attraction of supraphysical splendours, 
\nby the egoistic desire of being united with
\nThee for his personal satisfaction, he would have
\nturned his back upon the reason of his earthly existence, he would have refused cowardlike to accomplish 
\nhis mission to redeem and purify Matter. To
\nknow that a part of our being is perfectly pure, to
\ncommune with that purity, to be identified with it,
\ncan be useful only if we subsequently utilise this
\nknowledge for hastening the earthly transfiguration,
\nfor accomplishing Thy sublime work. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nGRANT, O Lord that I may be like a fire that
\nillumines and warms, like a fountain that takes away thirst, like a tree that
\nshelters and protects… men are so unhappy, so ignorant, they need so much to
\nbe helped.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n Page – 15<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nMy confidence in Thee, my inner certitude grow
\nfrom day to day; and from day to day also I feel
\nThy love more living in my heart. Thy light at once
\nbrighter and more soft; and more and more I fail
\nto make a distinction between Thy work and
\nmy life, between my personality and the whole
\nearth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLord, Lord, Thy splendour is infinite. Thy Truth
\nis marvellous; and Thy all-powerful Love will save
\nthe world. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nTO turn towards Thee, unite with Thee, live in
\nThee and for Thee, is supreme happiness, unmixed 
\njoy, immutable peace; it is to breathe infinity, to
\nsoar in eternity, no longer feel one’s limits, escape
\nfrom time and space. Why do men flee from these
\nboons as though they fear them? What a strange
\nthing is ignorance, that source of all suffering! How
\nmiserable that obscurity which keeps men away
\nfrom the very thing which would bring them happiness 
\nand subjects them to this painful school of
\nordinary existence fashioned entirely from struggle
\nand suffering!<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 16<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nJune<\/i> 27, 1913<\/a><\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHY voice is so modest, impartial, sublime in
\nits patience and its mercy that it does not make
\nitself heard with any authority, any potency of will; it is like a cool, soft and pure breeze; it is like a
\ncrystalline murmur that imparts a note of harmony
\nto a discordant concert. Only for him who knows
\nhow to listen to that note, how to breathe that breeze,
\nit contains such a treasure of beauty and such a
\nperfume of pure serenity and noble grandeur, that
\nall extravagant illusions vanish or are transformed
\ninto a joyful acceptance of the marvellous truth
\nthat has been glimpsed. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nYET what patience is needed! How imperceptible 
\nthe stages of progress!… <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOh! how I call Thee from the very depths of
\nmy heart. True Light, Sublime Love, Divine Master
\nwho art the source of our light and of our living,
\nour guide and our protector, the Soul of out
\n<\/i>soul and the Life of our life, the Reason of our being, the supreme Knowledge, the immutable
\nPeace! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 17<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nJuly<\/i> 23, 1913<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LORD, O<\/b> inconceivable Splendour, may Thy
\n\u2014 Beauty overflow the earth, may Thy Love be
\nkindled in all hearts and the reign of Thy Peace be
\nupon all. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA chant grave and profound, smiling and subtle,
\nrises from my heart, and I do not know whether
\nthis chant travels from me towards Thee or from
\nThee towards me or whether Thou, I and the whole
\nuniverse are this marvellous chant of which I have
\nnow become conscious……There is certainly no more Thou, nor I, nor any separate and distinct
\nuniverse: there is an immense harmony, sublime and
\ninfinite, which is everything and of which everything
\nwill become conscious, one day. It is the harmony
\nof limitless Love, Love victor over all suffering and
\nevery obscurity. By this law of Love, Thy Law, I
\nwould live more and more totally; to it I give myself
\nwithout reserve. .
\nAnd my being exults in an ineffable Peace. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nAS I cast a glance this morning on the month
\nwhich is about to begin, asking myself what was
\nthe best means of serving Thee, I heard the small
\ninner voice like a murmur in the silence, and it said <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 18<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nthis to me: "See, how small is the importance of
\nexternal circumstances. Why strain and stiffen in the
\neffort to realise thy conception of the Truth? Be
\nmore supple, more confident. The only thing thou
\nhast to do is not to let thyself be troubled by anything. 
\nTo torment oneself about doing good brings
\nabout as bad results as bad will. It is in the calm
\nof deep waters that lies the sole possibility of True Service." <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd this reply was so luminous and so pure, it
\ncarried in it such an effective reality that the state
\ndescribed was communicated without any difficulty.
\nI seemed to myself to be floating in the calm of deep
\nwaters; I understood; I saw clearly the attitude which
\nwas the best; and I have only to ask Thee, O Sublime
\nMaster, Supreme Instructor, to give me the strength
\nand the clairvoyance necessary to maintain myself
\nconstantly in this state. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n"Child, trouble not thyself, silence, peace, peace." <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nAugust<\/i> 8, 1913<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO SWEET harmony dwelling in all things, sweet
\nharmony filling my heart, manifest thyself in
\nthe most outward forms of life, in every feeling, in
\nevery thought, in every act. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll appears to me beautiful, harmonious, silent,
\nin spite of the din outside. And in this silence, it <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 19<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nis Thou, O Lord, whom I see, and I so perceive
\nThee that I can only express this perception as that
\nof a constant smile. In truth, the essence of the
\nimpression that is felt in the presence of the most
\nsweet, the most calm, the most compassionate smile
\nhas a feeble analogy with what I feel when I so perceive 
\nThee.
\nMay Thy Peace be with all. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nIN this falling dusk. Thy Peace becomes more
\ndeep and intimate and Thy Voice more clearly
\nperceived in the silence which fills my being. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Divine Master, for Thee is our life, our thought,
\nour love, all our being. Take back possession of Thy
\nown; for Thou art ourselves in our real being. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nAugust 16,<\/i> 1913<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LOVE, Divine Love, Thou fillest my being and
\noverflowest to every side. I am Thyself and
\nThou art I, and I see Thee in every being, in every
\nthing, from the slightest passing breeze to the radiant
\nSun that illumines us and is Thy symbol. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 20<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nO<\/i> Thou whom I cannot understand, in the silence
\nof the purest devotion I adore Thee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nAugust<\/i> 17,19I3<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LORD, Master of our life, let us soar up high,
\nvery high, far above all care of the preservation
\nof the body. Nothing can be more humiliating, nothing
\nmore depressing than these thoughts turned always
\ntowards the preservation of the body, this pre-
\noccupation with health, with our subsistence, with the
\nframe-work of our life. How trivial are these things,
\na thin smoke dissolved by a simple breath, vanishing
\nlike mirage before a single thought turned towards
\nThee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLiberate those who live in this slavery, even as
\nthose who live in slavery to their passions. These obstacles 
\non the path that leads towards Thee are at once
\nterrible and puerile; terrible to those who are still
\nsubjected to them, puerile to one who has passed
\nbeyond them. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHow inexpressible is the utter sense of relief, the
\ndelicious lightness we feel when we are disembarrassed 
\nof all this anxious care for ourself, for our
\nlife, for our health, for our satisfactions and even for
\nour progress. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThis relief, this liberation Thou hast granted
\nto me, O Divine Master, Life of my life. Light <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 21<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nof my light. Thou who ever teachest me the lesson
\nof love and hast made me know the reason of my
\nexistence. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is Thou who livest in me and Thou alone; and
\nwhy should I be preoccupied with myself and
\nwhat may happen to me? Without Thee the dust
\nconstituting this body which is striving to manifest
\nThee, would be dispersed shapeless and inconscient; without Thee this sensibility which opens to us a relation 
\nwith all these other centres of manifestation, would
\nvanish in an obscure inertia; without Thee this
\nthought which animates and throws its light on the
\nsynthesis, would be diffuse, toneless, unrealised; without 
\nThee the sublime love which vivifies, which coordinates 
\nwhich animates and gives a warmth to all,
\nwould remain an unawakened possibility. Without
\nThee all is inert, brute or inconscient. Thou art all
\nthat illumines and enchants us, our sole reason for
\nexisting and our whole aim. Is that not enough to
\ncure us of all personal thoughts and to make us unfurl
\nour wings and soar above the contingencies of the material 
\nlife, so that we can fly up into Thy divine atmosphere 
\nwith the power to return as messengers to the
\nearth and announce the glorious tidings of Thy Advent
\nwhich is near? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Divine Master, Sublime Friend, Marvellous
\nTeacher, in a fecund silence, I salute Thee.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 22<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n
\n
\nOctober 7,<\/font><\/i><\/b>
\n1913<\/font><\/a> <\/font>
\n<\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHIS return, after three months of absence, to the
\nhouse which is consecrated to Thee, O Lord
\nhas been an occasion for two experiences. The first
\nis that in my outer being, my surface consciousness,
\nI have no longer any feeling that I am in my own
\nhouse or the owner of anything at all. I am a stranger
\nin a foreign land, much more of a stranger here
\nthan in an open field among the trees; and I smile,
\nnow that I have learnt what I did not know before,
\nI smile at the idea of the feeling of being the "mistress 
\nof the house" which I had before my departure; it was necessary that all pride should be broken,
\ncrushed, trampled down definitively, so that I may
\nat last be capable of understanding, seeing and feeling
\nthings as they are. I offered Thee this dwelling, O
\nLord, as if it was possible for me to possess anything
\nand so make of it an offering to Thee. All is Thine,
\nO Lord, it is Thou who placest everything at our
\ndisposal; but how great is our blindness when we
\nimagine that we can be the owners of anything! I
\nam a visitor here as everywhere else. Thy messenger
\nand Thy servant upon earth, a stranger among men,
\nand yet the very soul of their life and the love in
\ntheir hearts. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the second place, the whole atmosphere of the
\nhouse is charged with a religious gravity; here one
\ndescends immediately into the depths; meditation
\nis<\/b> more gathered in and more serious; dispersion <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 23<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\ndisappears and gives place to concentration; and I feel
\nthis concentration literally descending From my head
\nto enter into my heart, and my heart seems to reach
\ngreater depths than my head. It is as if for three
\nmonths I had been loving with my head and that
\nnow only I begin to love with my heart; and this
\nbrings with it an incomparable gravity and sweetness 
\nof feeling. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA new door has opened in my being and an immensity 
\nhas appeared before me! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI cross the threshold with devotion, feeling hardly
\nworthy yet to enter upon this hidden path veiled from
\nthe sight and, as though, invisibly luminous within. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll is changed, all is new; the old garbs
\nhave dropped 
\nand the new-born child half-opens its eyes to
\nthe light of the dawn. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nA FEW minutes passed in silence before Thee
\nare worth centuries of felicity…… <\/font><\/p>\n

\nGrant, O Lord, that all shadows may be dispersed
\nand that, more and more, I may become Thy faithful
\nservant in constancy and in serenity; may my heart
\nbe before Thee pure like a pure crystal, so that all
\nof it may reflect Thee.
\nHow sweet it is to be before Thee in silence. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 24<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHE greatest enemy of a silent contemplation
\nturned towards Thee is certainly this constant
\nsubconscient registering of the multitude of phenomena 
\nwith which we are put into contact. So long as
\nwe are occupied with cerebral activity, our conscious
\nthought veils for us this excessive activity of our
\nsubconscient reception of things; quite a portion of
\nour sensibility, and not perhaps the smallest, plays
\nthe role of a cinematographic apparatus without our
\nknowledge and indeed to our detriment. It is only
\nwhen we silence our active thought, which is comparatively 
\neasy to do, that we find surging from all
\nsides the multitude of little subconscient notations
\nwhich often drown us in their overflowing stream.
\nThis is why it happens, as soon as we try to enter
\ninto the silence of deep contemplation, that we are
\nassailed by innumerable thoughts\u2014if thoughts they
\ncan be called\u2014which do not in the least interest us,
\ndo not represent for us any action of desire, any
\nconscious attachment, but which only prove to us
\nour inability to control the receptivity, we might
\nsay, mechanical, of our subconscient. A considerable 
\nlabour is needed to silence all these
\nuseless noises, to stop this tiresome succession of
\nimages, to purify our minds from these thousand
\nlittle cumbersome and valueless nullities. And it <\/font><\/p>\n

\nmeans so much time unprofitably lost, a terrible
\nwaste. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 25<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nWhat is the remedy? In their simplistic way, some
\nascetic disciplines preconize solitude and inaction: to
\nshelter the subconscient from all possibility of any
\nregistration; this appears to me a child’s remedy, for
\nit leaves the ascetic at the mercy of the first surprise,
\nand when he thinks he is perfectly master of himself,
\nif one day, he wishes to come back among his fellows
\nto help them, his subconscient so long deprived of
\nits receptive activity, is sure to abandon itself to it
\nwith an intensity greater than ever as soon as it gets
\nthe smallest opportunity. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere is certainly another remedy. Which?
\nUndoubtedly 
\nwe must learn how to control our subconscient 
\nas we control our conscious thought. The
\nmeans for arriving at that are numerous. A regular
\nintrospection in the manner of the Buddhists and
\na systematic analysis of one’s dreams\u2014almost always
\nconstructed with this subconscient registration\u2014
\nform part of the method to be discovered. But there
\nis certainly something more rapidly effective…… <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, Eternal Master, it is Thou who wilt be
\nthe Teacher, the Inspirer; Thou who wilt teach me
\nwhat I should do; so that I can, after an indispensable
\napplication to my own case, make others profit by
\nwhat Thou wilt have taught me. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith a loving and confident devotion, I salute
\nThee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 26<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nIN that calm of collected contemplation
\nwhich
\nprecedes the break of day, more than at any
\nother moment, my thought rises towards Thee, O
\nLord of our being, in an ardent prayer. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay this day which is about to begin bring to
\nearth and to men a little more of pure light and true
\npeace; may Thy manifestation be more complete and
\nThy sweet law better recognised; may something
\nhigher, nobler, truer be revealed to mankind; may
\nthere spread a vaster and deeper love so that the
\nwounds and the pain may be healed; and may this
\nfirst ray of the sun which is about to dawn be an
\nannouncer of joy and harmony, the symbol of
\nthe glorious splendour hidden in the essence of
\nlife. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Divine Master, grant that this day may be for
\nus an opening to a completer consecration to Thy
\nlaw, a more integral self-giving to Thy work, a more
\ntotal forgetfulness of self, a greater illumination, a
\npurer love; grant that in a communion with Thee
\never deeper and more constant, we may unite always
\nmore, so that we may be Thy worthy servitors.
\nRemove from us all egoism and mean pride, all
\ncovetousness and obscurity, so that all aflame with <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThy divine love, we may be Thy torches in the
\nworld. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA silent canticle rises from my heart like the white
\nsmoke of the perfumes of the East. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nAnd with the serenity of a perfect surrender,
\nI salute Thee in the light of this rising day.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nWHY all this noise, all this movement, this vain and hollow agitation; why this whirlwind sweeping men away like a swarm of flies
\ncaught in a storm? How sad is the spectacle of all this
\nenergy wasted, all these efforts lost. When will
\nthey cease from dancing like puppets at the end of threads held they know not by whom or by what? When will they
\ntake the time to sit and draw inwards, to collect
\nthemselves and open that inner door which hides from
\nthem Thy priceless treasures. Thy infinite boons? … <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHow painful and miserable seems to me their
\nlife of ignorance and obscurity, their life of foolish agitation and profitless dissipation, when a single spark of Thy sublime light, a single drop of Thy
\ndivine love can transform this suffering into an
\nocean of joy! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, my prayer rises towards Thee: may
\nthey know at last Thy peace and that calm and irresistible power which springs from an immutable
\nserenity appanage of those whose eyes have been opened
\nand who can contemplate Thee in the enkindled core of
\ntheir being. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut the hour of Thy manifestation has come. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 28<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd canticles of joy will soon break out
\nfrom every wide.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI bow down religiously before the solemnity of
\nthat hour. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nENLIGHTEN me, O Lord, grant that I may not
\n be mistaken. Grant that the infinite respect the
\nutmost devotion, the love so intense and profound with
\nwhich I approach Thee may be irradiating, convincing, 
\ncontagious, and that they may be awakened in
\nthe hearts of all.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, Eternal Master, Thou art my Light and.
\nmy Peace; guide my steps, open my eyes, enlighten
\nmy heart, and direct me on the paths which lead <\/font><\/p>\n

\nstraight towards Thee.
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, Lord, grant that I may have no other will
\nthan Thine and that all my acts be an expression of
\nThy diine law. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA great light bathes me all over, and I am no longer
\nconscious of anything else than Thee… <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPeace, peace, peace on all the earth.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nLOVE pure and disinterested. Thy love in
\nso far as
\nwe can perceive and manifest it, is the only key <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 29<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nthat can open the hearts seeking for Thee. Those who follow the path of the intellect can have a conception very high and very true, they can conceive the true life<\/font><\/p>\n

\nthe life One with Thee, but they do not know
\nit; they have no inner experience of that life and
\nthey are unaware  of any contact with Thee. These, who have an intellectual knowledge and who have shut themselves up for action in a construction which appears to them the best, are the most difficult of all to convert; one finds it harder to awaken in them the consciousness of the Divine than in any other being of
\ngood-will. It is love alone that can accomplish this miracle, for love opens all doors, pierces through all
\nwalls, crosses beyond all obstacles. And a little of true love does more than the finest speeches.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, let this pure flower of love blossom
\nin me, so that it may make fragrant all who
\napproach us and its perfume sanctify them. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn this love are found peace and joy, the
\nsource of all strength and realisation. It is the infallible physician,
\nthe supreme consoler; it is the conqueror, the sovereign teacher, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Lord, my sweet Master, whom I adore m silence and to whom I am wholly consecrated, who governest my life, inflame my heart with Thy pure love, so
\nthat
\nit may bum like a fiery brazier, consuming all imperfections and transforming
\ninto a comforting warmth and radiating light the dead wood of egoism and the
\nblack coal of ignorance.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLord, I turn towards Thee with a devotion<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 30<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nat once joyful and grave and I implore Thee:
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay Thy love be manifested, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay Thy reign come, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay Thy peace govern the world. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LORD, grant that this collective convention of the
\nend of the year may be for us an opportunity for
\nfinishing at once with the whole mass of ties and attachments, illusions and weaknesses that have no longer
\nany reason for existence in our life. We must at each moment shake off the past like falling dust so that
\nit
\nmay not soil the virgin path which, also at each
\nmoment, opens before us. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay our errors, recognised and repaired within us,
\nbe no longer anything else than vain mirages incapable
\nof producing any consequences, and may we setting our foot firmly on all that should no more be on all ignorances, all obscurities, all egoisms, boldly take our
\nflight towards larger horizons and an intenser light,
\na more perfect compassion, a more disinterested love ….towards Thee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI salute Thee, O Lord, Master of all life
\nand I would proclaim Thy reign upon earth.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 31<\/font><\/p>\n

\n


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