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\nJanuary 2,<\/i> 1915 <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n <\/p>\n

\nANY idea, however powerful, however profound
\nit be, if repeated too often, expressed too
\nconstantly, becomes dull, insipid, valueless…The
\nhighest concepts lose their bloom after a time, and
\nthe intelligence which delighted in transcendent
\nspeculations feels suddenly an imperious need to
\ngive up all its reasoning and its philosophy, and con-
\ntemplate life with the marvelling gaze of a child,
\ncaring no more to know anything of its past science,
\neven though it were a science sovereignly divine. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is true to say that the divisions of time are purely
\narbitrary, that the date assigned to the renewal of
\nthe year varies according to latitudes, climate,
\nhabits, and is purely conventional. This is the mental
\nattitude which smiles at the childishness of man and
\nwishes to leave itself under the guidance of deeper
\ntruths. And then suddenly the mind itself feels its
\nincapacity to translate exactly these truths, and,
\nrenouncing all wisdom of the kind, it lets the song
\nof the heart arise, the heart which aspires, the heart
\nfor which every circumstance is an opportunity for
\nan aspiration deeper, vaster and more intense.. .The
\noccidental year renews. Why not profit by it to will
\nwith renewed ardour that this symbol may become
\na reality, and the things which lamentably were,.
\ngive place to those which must gloriously be? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAlways we believe that we can define Thee, and
\nshut Thee up in our mental formulas; but however <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nvast, complex, synthetic they may be. Thou wilt
\nremain always the Ineffable, even for one who knows
\nThee and lives Thee… For one can live Thee even
\nthough unable to express Thee, can realise and be
\nThy infinity though unable to define or explain
\nThee, always Thou wilt remain the eternal mystery calling for all our wonder and marvelling, not only
\nin Thy Transcendence, unthinkable and even unknowable, but in Thy universal manifestation, in all that we integrally are. Always forms of thought are succeeded by new forms ever purer, higher and
\nmore comprehensive, but never will any one of them
\nbe judged sufficient to give so much as an idea of
\nwhat Thou art. Each new fact will be a new problem
\nmore marvellous and mysterious than all that
\npreceded it. Yet, facing its ignorance and its
\npowerlessness, the mental being remains luminous,
\ncalm and smiling, as if it possessed the supreme
\nknowledge: to be Thou innumerably, invariably, infinitely, very simply. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nJanuary<\/i>11, 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMORE than ever before, the aspiration of the
\nmental being rises towards Thee with a great
\nfervour. The perception of infinity and eternity is ever
\nthere. But it is as if Thou hadst willed <\/b> to cut me off <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nfrom all religious joy, all spiritual ecstasy, so as to
\nplunge me into the most strictly material circumstances. Everywhere, O Lord, is Thy perfect felicity,
\nand nothing can take away from me the grandiose
\ngift Thou hast made of it to me; in every place and
\nin every circumstance it is with me; it is I, even as I
\nam Thou. But all this is nothing in comparison with
\nwhat ought to be. Thy will is that from the heart
\nof this heavy and obscure Matter I must let loose
\nthe volcano of Thy Love and Light. It is Thy will
\nthat, breaking all old conventions of language, there
\nmust arise the right Word to express Thee, the Word
\nthat never was heard before; it is Thy will that the
\nintegral union should be made between the smallest
\nthings below and the sublimest and most vast above; and that is why, O Lord, cutting me off from all
\nreligious joy and spiritual ecstasy, depriving me of
\nall freedom to concentrate exclusively on Thee,
\nThou hast said to me, "Work as an ordinary man
\nin the midst of ordinary beings; learn to be nothing
\nmore than they are in all that is manifesting; associate with the integral way of their being; for, beyond
\nall that they know, all that they are, thou earnest
\nin thyself the torch of the eternal splendour which
\ndoes not waver, and by associating with them, it
\nis this thou wilt carry into their midst. Hast thou
\nany need to enjoy this light so long as it spreads
\nfrom thee? Is it necessary that thou shouldst feel
\nmy love vibrating in thee so long as thou givest it?
\nMust thou enjoy integrally the bliss of my presence <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nso long as thou servest as its intermediary
\namong men?" <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMay Thy will be integrally done, O Lord!
\nIt is my happiness and my law. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nJanuary<\/i> 17, 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNOW, O Lord, things have changed. The time
\nof rest and preparation is over. Thou hast
\nwilled that from a passive and contemplative, I
\nbecome an active and realising servant; Thou hast
\nwilled that the joyful acceptance be transformed into
\na joyful combat, that in a constant and heroic effort
\nagainst all that in the world opposes the accomplishment of Thy law in its purest and highest present
\nexpression, I recover the same peaceful and immutable
\npoise which one possesses in a surrender to Thy
\nlaw as it is working itself out at the moment, that
\nis to say, without entering into a direct struggle
\nwith all that is opposed to it, drawing the best out
\nof every circumstance and acting by contagion,
\nexample and slow infusion. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn a combat partial and limited, but representative
\nof the great terrestrial struggle. Thou art putting
\nto the test my power, decision and courage, in order
\nto see if I can truly be Thy servant. If the result
\nof the battle shows that I am worthy of being the<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nintermediary of Thy regenerating action. Thou wilt
\nextend the field of the action. And if I always show
\nmyself to be at the height of what Thou expectest
\nfrom me, a day will come, O Lord, when Thou wilt
\nbe upon the earth, and the whole earth will rise against
\nThee. But Thou wilt take the earth in Thy arms
\nad it will be transformed. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n
\n
\n
\nJanuary<\/font><\/i><\/b> 18,
\n19I5<\/font><\/a> <\/font>
\n<\/b> <\/p>\n

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\nLORD, hear my prayer…
\nIn me Thou art almighty, sovereign Master of
\nmy destiny, guide of my life, conqueror of all
\nobstacles, triumphing over preconceived will and
\nthe fixed ideas of the mind. Perhaps to be all-powerful in the external world Thou hast need of the
\nmediation of my mind, to organise and form the means
\nof action, but if Thou canst make the instrument
\nperfect, how can one doubt that the work will be
\naccomplished? We must chase away very far all the
\nevil shadows that suggest the contrary, and, full of
\nan unshakable confidence in Thy Infinite mercy, I
\naddress to Thee this prayer: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTransform Thy enemies into friends,
\nChange the darkness into light. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn this heroic and immense struggle, in this sublime struggle of love against hatred, of justice against <\/font><\/p>\n

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\ninjustice, of obedience to Thy supreme law against
\nrevolt, may I, little by little, make humanity worthy
\nof a still more sublime peace in which all internal
\ndissensions having ceased, the whole effort of man
\nmay unite to attain to a more and more perfect and
\nintegral realisation of Thy divine will and Thy progressive ideal. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nJanuary<\/i> 24, 1915<\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nO LORD, long I have remained silent before
\nThee in one of those inner prostrations full
\nof an ardent adoration which end in a supreme identity…And as always. Thou hast said to me: "Turn
\nthy regard towards the earth." And I saw all the ways
\nwide open and radiant with a calm and pure light.
\nIn mute adoration, filled utterly with Thy Willy
\nI turned towards the earth. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n
\nFebruary<\/i> 15, 1915<\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nO LORD of Truth, thrice have I implored Thy
\nmanifestation; invoking Thee with deep fervour.
\nThen, as always, the whole being made its total
\nsubmission. At that moment the consciousness perceived the individual being mental, vital and physical, covered all over with dust, and this being
\nlay<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nprostrate before Thee, its forehead touching the
\nearth, dust in the dust, and it cried to Thee, " O
\nLord, this being made of dust prostrates itself before
\nThee praying to be consumed with the fire of the
\nTruth that it may henceforth manifest only Thee."
\nThen Thou saidst to it, "Arise, thou art pure of all
\nthat is dust." And suddenly, in a stroke, all the dust
\nsank from it like a cloak that falls on the earth, and.
\nthe being appeared erect, always as substantial, but
\nresplendent with a dazzling light. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMarch<\/i> 3, 1915<\/a>: On board the Kama Maru.<\/i>
\n<\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nSOLITUDE, a harsh, intense solitude, and
\nalways this strong impression of having been.
\nflung headlong into an inferno of darkness! Never
\n! at any moment of my life, in any circumstances, have
\n¦ I felt myself living in surroundings so entirely
\nI opposite to all that I am conscious of as true, so contrary to all that is the essence of my life. Sometimes
\nwhen the impression, and the contrast grow very
\nintense, I cannot prevent my total submission from
\ntaking a hue of melancholy, and the calm and mute
\nconverse with the Master within is transformed for
\na moment into an invocation almost suppliant, "O
\nLord, what have I done that Thou throwest me thus
\ninto the sombre night?" But at once the aspiration
\nbecomes more ardent, "Spare this being all weakening; <\/font><\/p>\n

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\ngrant that it may be the docile and clear-eyed
\ninstrument of Thy work, whatever that work
\nmay be." <\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor the moment the clear perception is missing: never was the future more veiled. So far as the
\ndestiny of the individual is concerned, it looks as
\nif we were advancing towards a high and impenetrable wall. As regards the destinies of the nations
\nand of the earth, they appear more clearly. But
\nof them it is futile to speak, the future will clearly
\nreveal them to the eyes of all, even of the most
\nblind. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nMarch<\/i> 4, 1915<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nALWAYS the same harsh solitude…but it is not painful, rather the contrary. In it is revealed
\nmore clearly the infinite and pure love in which
\nthe whole earth is immersed. By this love everything
\nlives and is animated by it, the darkest shadows
\nseem to become translucent and let its streams
\nflow through them, and the most intense pain is
\ntransformed into a potent bliss. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEach turn of the helix upon the deep ocean
\nappears to carry me farther from my true destiny,
\nfrom that which best expresses the divine Will?
\neach hour that passes seems to plunge me back more
\nand more into that past with which I had severed <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nconnection, sure of being called to new and vaster
\nrealisations; everything appears to draw me back
\ntowards a state of things totally contrary to the life
\nof my soul, although it reigns uncontested over the
\nexternal activities; and, inspite of the apparent
\nsadness of the individual situation, the consciousness
\nis so strongly established in a world which on all
\nsides overpasses the personal limits, that the whole
\nbeing exults in a constant perception of power and love. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nTomorrow is obscure and illegible in the material fact; no light, ever so feeble, reveals to my bewildered
\nsight the indication, the presence of the Divine. But
\nsomething in the depths of my consciousness turns
\nto the Invisible and Sovereign Witness and says to
\nHim, "Thou plungest me, O Lord, into the most
\nopaque darkness; it must be then because Thou hast so
\nfirmly established Thy light in me that Thou knowest
\nit will stand the perilous test. Hast Thou chosen
\nme for descending into the vortex of this hell as
\nThy torch-bearer? Hast Thou deemed my heart
\nstrong enough not to fail, my hand firm enough not to tremble? And yet my
\nindividual being feels powerless and weak; when Thou dost not manifest Thy
\nPresence, it is more poorly equipped than the majority
\nof those who do not know or who disregard Thee.
\nIn Thee alone is its strength and its capacity. If
\nThou art pleased to use it, nothing will be too
\ndifficult to accomplish, no task too vast and complex.
\nBut if Thou withdrawest, there is left only a poor <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nchild capable solely of nestling in Thy arms and,
\nsleeping there that sweet dreamless sleep in which.
\nnothing exists save Thou alone." <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMarch<\/i> 7, 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHE time of the sweet silence of the mind is past, the time, so peaceful and pure, through
\nwhich was felt the profound will expressing itself
\nin its all-powerful truth. Now the will is no longer perceived and the mind,
\nhaving necessarily become active, analyses, classifies, judges, chooses, reacts
\nconstantly as a transforming agent on all that is
\nimposed on the individuality which has been widened
\nto be in relation with a world infinitely vast, complex and mixed of shadow and
\nlight, like all that belongs to the earth. It is an exile from all spiritual
\nhappiness,
\nand of all ordeals, O Lord, this is certainly the most
\npainful that Thou canst impose; above all, the
\nwithdrawal of Thy will which seems to be a sign of
\ntotal disapprobation. Strong is the growing sense of
\nrejection and it needs all the ardour of a faith that
\nnothing can weary, to guard the external consciousness,
\nthus abandoned to itself, from invasion by an
\nirremediable sorrow. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut it refuses to despair, it refuses to believe that
\nthe misfortune is irreparable; it waits with humility
\nin an obscure and hidden effort and struggle for the<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n.breath of Thy perfect joy to penetrate it again. And,
\nperhaps, each of its modest and secret victories is a<\/font><\/p>\n

\ntrue help brought to the earth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIf it were possible to come definitively out of this
\nexternal consciousness, to take refuge in the divine
\nconsciousness…But that Thou hast forbidden and still and always forbiddest: no flight out of the world; the burden of darkness and ugliness must be borne to the end, even if all divine help seems to be
\nwithdrawn. I must remain in the heart of the night and walk on, even without any inner compass, ,beacon-light or guide. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI will not even implore Thy mercy, for what Thou wiliest for me, I too will. All my energy strains solely
\nto advance, always to advance, step by step, despite
\nthe depth of the darkness and the obstacles of the way; whatever happens, O Lord, it is with a fervent
\nand unchanging love that Thy decision will be welcomed. And even if Thou hast found the instrument unfit to serve Thee, the instrument no longer belongs
\nto itself, it is Thine…Thou canst destroy or magnify
\nit; by itself it does not exist, and it wills nothing, it
\ncan do nothing, without Thee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nMarch<\/i> 8, 1915<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nIN a general way, the condition is one of calm
\nand profound indifference; the being feels<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nneither desire nor repulsion, neither enthusiasm
\n<\/b>nor <\/b>depression, neither joy nor sorrow. It regards life
\nas a spectacle in which it takes only a very small
\npart; it perceives the actions and reactions, the
\nconflicts of forces as things that at once belong
\nto its own existence which overflows the small
\npersonality on every side and yet to that personality
\nare altogether foreign and remote. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut from time to time a great breath passes, a
\ngreat breath of sorrow, of anguished isolation, of
\nspiritual destitution,\u2014one could say, the despairing
\nappeal of Earth abandoned by the Divine… It is a
\npang as silent as it is cruel, a sorrow submissive,
\nwithout revolt, without any desire to avoid or pass
\nout of it and full of an infinite sweetness in which
\nsuffering and felicity are closely wedded; something
\ninfinitely vast, great and profound, too great, too profound perhaps to be
\nunderstood by men… something which holds in it the seed of Tomorrow. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLunel, April<\/a><\/i> 19, 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAN urgent need has compelled me to take up again this confidant of my seekings and of
\nthe efforts of my soul. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll external circumstances have changed, giving
\nthe direct lie to the dream of the ideal which sought to be lived even in material activities. The hour has <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nnot yet come for the happy realisation in the outer
\nphysical fact. The physical being is plunged again into the dull and monotonous night from which it
\nwanted too prematurely to extricate itself; and Thy
\nwill realised, O Lord of Truth, comes to say to .the
\nconstructing mind, "You cannot conceive that it is
\ntrue, and yet it is." The mind has recognised with
\ngood grace its error and made its perfect surrender
\nto all that Thou willst. The vital being is quietly
\nsatisfied in all circumstances. The feelings live in an
\nequal and pure peace; the whole being is flooded with
\nThy vast, eternal light; Thy love penetrates and
\nanimates it. And yet the impression that the external
\nfact is a falsehood has not been effaced, and the body,
\ndespite its indisputable good-will, is so profoundly
\nshaken that it cannot regain the equilibrium of its
\nhealth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe whole earthly life of this being, from the
\nbeginning to the present moment, appears to it as an
\nunreal dream, very far from it, and having almost no
\ncontact with it any longer. All this outer mechanism
\nis but a machine which it moves, because such is
\nthe will of its central Reality, but which interests
\nit no more, perhaps even less, than a neighbouring
\nmechanism or even an unknown one, the product
\nof the earth of tomorrow. But the earth itself is
\nforeign to it, and as it is conscious of nothing else
\nexcept the Eternal Silence, all life in form appears
\nto it remote and almost unreal; it seems to it strange
\nthat one can desire anything, since nothing is, or <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nprefer one thing to another, since neither is.
\n<\/b>But <\/b>at the same time it does not see why it should shun
\nany action, whatever it may be, since all actions are
\nequally unreal, and it feels no need to run away from
\na world which is not and cannot be a burden, since
\nits existence is so inexistent. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe whole thing gives an impression of a void
\nwhich is full of light, peace and immensity, eluding
\nall form and all definition. It is the nihil, but a nihil
\nwhich is real and which can endure eternally, for
\nit is, even while having the perfect immensity of
\nthat which is not…Poor words which try to say
\nwhat silence itself cannot express. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe condition which is thus trying <\/b> to define
\nitself in awkward terms has been installed progressively for some weeks, and each day that passes
\nestablishes it more definitively, more deeply and,
\n<\/b>so <\/b>to say, more irremediably. Without having willed,
\nsought or desired it, the being sinks into it more
\nand more, also losing more and more the consciousness
\nof itself in a Consciousness which is no longer
\nindividual, and whose immobility is ineffable; in a
\nConsciousness from which it is no longer possible to distinguish oneself. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n
\nMay<\/font><\/i><\/b> 24, 1915<\/font><\/a> <\/font>
\n<\/b> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nONE day, O Lord, Thou hast taught say<\/i> mind that it could act fully as a means of manifestation
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nof Thy divine truth, as an intermediary of
\nThy eternal will, without being limited in its realising
\nconstructions by the narrow field of the external
\nbeing’s possibilities. Till then this mind, except on
\nrare occasions, had the habit of coming out of its
\nmute ecstasy, its silent contemplation before Thy
\nineffable infinity, only to concentrate its effort on
\nthe centre of action represented by the external being; and this was a sort of slavery in a too narrow frame; there was a contradiction between the power of mental
\nrealisation and the instrument through which it tried
\nI to express itself, the most immediate result was a
\nwastage and limitation of the energies of the mind
\nwhich, not finding satisfaction in activity, turned back quite naturally to an immersion in Thy
\neternity. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nSuddenly Thou hast put an end to this disorder; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou hast liberated the mind from its last obstacle; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou hast taught it to be freely active through
\n<\/b>all <\/b>forms, and not only exclusively in those which it
\nconsidered till then as its own, that is to say, as its
\nnatural means of expression. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe vital being had for a long time already
\nrealised this freedom and knew how to live the whole
\nplenitude of sensations and emotions in all forms
\ncapable of manifesting life. But the mental being
\nhad not yet leant consciously to animate, organise
\nand illumine all lives equally. Thou hast removed
\nthe barriers. Thou hast opened to it the gates of
\nThy infinite manifestation. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nIn a few days the new conquest was affirmed and
\nmade firm. And what Thou attendest from the centre
\nof consciousness which my whole being represents
\nat present upon the earth, clearly manifested before
\nit: To be the Life in all material forms, the Thought
\norganising and using this Life in all forms, the Love
\nenlarging, enlightening, intensifying, uniting all the
\ndiverse elements of this Thought, and thus by a
\ntotal identification with the manifested world, to be
\nable to intervene with all power in its transformations. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nOn the other hand, by a perfect surrender to the
\nSupreme Principle, to become conscious of the Truth
\nand the eternal Will which manifests it. By this
\nidentification, becoming the faithful servant and
\nsure intermediary of the divine Will, and uniting
\nthis conscious identification of the Principle with
\nthe conscious identification of the becoming, to
\nmould and model consciously the love, mind and
\nlife of the becoming according to the Law of Truth
\nof the Principle. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is thus that the individual being can be the
\nconscious intermediary between the absolute Truth and the manifested universe and intervene in the
\nslow and uncertain advance of the Yoga of Nature
\nin order to give it the swift, intense and sure character
\nof the divine Yoga. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is thus that at certain periods, the whole terrestrial
\nlife seems to pass miraculously through stages which,
\nat other times, it would take thousands of years t°
\ntraverse. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAt present, O Lord, the state of perfect and
\nconscious surrender to Thy eternal will is, as far as
\n1 can know, constant and invariable, behind every act, every movement, mental,
\nvital or material. This
\nimperturbable calm, this deep, peaceful, unchanging
\nbliss which do not leave me\u2014are they not the proof
\nof it? The passive, that is to say, the receptive
\nidentification with life, thought and love in all
\nmanifested forms is an accomplished fact which
\nappears as the inevitable consequence of surrender
\nto the pure Truth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut the moments when the consciousness is
\neffectively the Life animating and moulding all
\nmaterial forms, the Intelligence organising the Life and the Love illumining the
\nIntelligence, in an active and fully conscious way, at once in the mass and in
\nthe smallest detail, in a sense of infinite
\nplenitude and precise powers, are yet intermittent,
\nthough becoming more and more frequent and
\nabiding. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is in these moments that the two consciousnesses
\nare simultaneous and melt into a single consciousness,.
\nindescribable and ineffable, in which are united
\nImmutable Eternity and Eternal Movement. It is in
\nthese moments that the work of the present
\ntime begins to be accomplished. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nMarsillargues, July<\/a><\/i> 31, 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSHOULD I, playing the role of a servant, an instrument, turn towards Thee,
\nO Lord, and
\naddress to Thee a hymn of adoration? Should I
\nidentify myself with Thee in the eternal Reality
\nand the infinite Beatitude and speak to men of the
\npeace and joy they know not?…The two attitudes
\nare simultaneous, the two consciousnesses are parallel,
\nand in this close and indissoluble union is the
\nPlenitude. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe heavens have been definitively conquered,
\n<\/b>and <\/b>nothing and no body has the power to take them from
\nme. But the conquest of the earth has yet to be made; it is going on in the very heart of the turmoil, and,
\neven when achieved, will still be relative; in this
\nworld its victories are but stages leading progressively
\ntowards still more glorious victories; and what Thy
\nWill makes my mind conceive as the goal to be
\nattained, the conquest to be realised, is only one
\nsimple element of Thy eternal plan; but in the perfect
\nunion I am this plan and this Will, and I taste the
\nsupreme bliss of the infinite, even while I play with ardour, precision, and energy, in the world of division,
\nthe special play Thou hast entrusted to me. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThy power in me is like a fountain, strong
\nand fertilising, which clamours behind the rocks,
\naccumulating its energies to break down the obstacle
\nand gush forth freely to the exterior, pouring over <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nthe plain to fertilise it. What will be the hour of
\nits emergence? When the moment will come, it will
\nleap forth, and time and the hour are nothing in
\nEternity. But what words can tell the immensity of
\njoy caused by this inner accumulation, this deep
\nconcentration, of all the forces docile to the manifestation of Thy Will of tomorrow, preparing to spread over the world, drowning in their sovereign
\nfloods all that persists in their will to be always an.
\nexpression of Thy Will of yesterday, in order to
\ntake possession of the earth in Thy Name and offer
\nit to Thee as a completer image of Thyself! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou hast said that the earth would die, and it will die to its old ignorance. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou hast said that the earth would live, and it
\nwill live in the renewal of Thy Power. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat words will ever tell the splendour of Thy
\nLaw and the magnificence of Thy Glory! What
\nwords will express the Perfection of Thy Consciousness
\nand the infinite Bliss of Thy Love! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat words can sing Thy ineffable Peace and
\ncelebrate the Majesty of Thy Silence and the
\nGrandeur of Thy omnipotent Truth! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe whole manifested world cannot speak Thy
\nsplendour and recount Thy marvels, and in the
\neternity of time, it is this which it has been trying
\nto do more and more, better and better, eternally.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nParis, November 2,<\/a><\/font><\/i><\/b> 1915<\/a> <\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n(After a few moments devoted to putting in order some familiar objects.) <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAS a strong breeze passes over the sea and crowns with foam its innumerable waves, so a great
\n.breath passed over the memory and awakened a
\n.multitude of reminiscences. Intense, complex, crowded
\nthe past lived again in a flash, losing nothing of its savour, no part of its riches. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThen was the whole being raised up in a great
\nuplift of adoration, and, gathering all its remembrances like an abundant harvest, it laid them,
\nO
\nLord:, at Thy feet as an offering. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor through all its life, without knowing it, or
\nwith some presentiment of it, it was Thou ‘whom it was seeking; in all its desires, all its enthusiasms, all its hopes and disappointments, all its sufferings
\nand all its joys, it was Thou whom ardently it wanted.
\nAnd now that it has found Thee and possesses Thee
\nin a supreme peace and felicity, it wonders that
\nso many sensations, emotions and experiences should
\nhave been needed to discover Thee. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut all this which was a struggle, a turmoil and
\na perpetual effort, has become, through the sovereign
\n;grace of Thy conscious Presence, a priceless fortune
\nwhich the being rejoices to make its gift to Thee.
\nThe purifying flame of Thy illumination has turned
\nthem into jewels of price laid down as a living -holocaust on the alter of my heart. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nThe errors have become stepping-stones, the
\nblind gropings conquests; Thy glory transforms
\ndefeats into eternity’s victories; all shadows have
\nfled before Thy radiant brightness. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is Thou who wert the motive and the goal; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou art the worker and ‘the work. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe personal existence is a canticle, perpetually
\nrenewed, which the universe offers to Thy inconceivable splendour. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nNovember<\/i> 7, 1915<\/a>, 3 O’clock.<\/i> <\/font>
\n<\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBEYOND all external sign, all particular circumstance, the minutes flowed on so majestically, in so solemn an inner silence, so deep and
\nvast a calm, that my tears streamed freely. For the last two days the earth seems to be passing through
\na
\ndecisive crisis; it seems that the great, the formidable play between the material resistance and the
\nspiritual powers, is nearing a conclusion, or, in any case, an element of capital importance has made,
\nor is about to make, its appearance in the play. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHow little personalities count in such hours! They
\nare like wisps of straw swept away by a breath that
\npasses, whirling for a moment above the ground to
\nbe afterwards thrown back on it and reduced to dust. And the personalities who thus feel themselves to be so precarious, so devoid of importance, suffer
\nand groan and painfully agonise. For them, even <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nwaiting itself becomes a perpetual menace, all speaks
\nof danger and destruction. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut what a grandeur, what a sovereign beauty
\nthere is in the heart of this external anguish wholly
\nmade up of a narrow egoism; what a splendour dwells in this waiting made religious by the force of a gathered
\ninwardness, when the walls of a personal blindness have fallen and the individual consciousness has
\ntaken its flight into the immensity to be united with
\nThy eternal consciousness. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThis sorrowful world kneels before Thee, O Lord, in mute supplication; this tortured Matter nestles
\nat Thy feet, its last, its sole refuge; and so imploring
\nThee, it adores Thee, Thee whom it neither knows ,,
\nnor understands! Its prayer rises like the cry of one
\nin a last agony; that which is disappearing feels
\nconfusedly the possibility of living again in Thee; the
\nearth awaits Thy decree in a grandiose prostration.
\nListen, listen; its voice implores and supplicates Thee…
\nWhat will be Thy decree, what is Thy sentence ?O Lord of Truth, the individual world blesses Thy Truth
\nwhich it knows not yet, but which it calls, and to which it adheres with all the joyful energy of its living forces. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nDeath has passed, vast and solemn, and all fell into a
\nreligious silence during its passage. A superhuman beauty has appeared on the earth. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nSomething more marvellous than the most marvellous bliss has made felt the impress of its Presence.<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nNovember<\/i> 26, 1915<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHE entire consciousness immersed in divine
\n. contemplation, the whole being enjoyed a
\nsupreme and vast felicity. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThen was the physical body seized, first in its lower
\nmembers and next the whole of it, by a sacred trembling which made little by
\nlittle even in the most material sensation all personal limits fall away. The being
\nprogressively, methodically, grew in greatness, breaking
\ndown every barrier, shattering every obstacle, that it
\nmight contain and manifest a force and a power which
\nincreased ceaselessly in immensity and intensity. It
\nwas as if a progressive dilatation of the cells until there
\nwas a complete identification with the earth: the body
\nof the awakened consciousness was the terrestrial
\nglobe moving harmoniously in ethereal space. And
\nthe consciousness knew that its global body was thus
\nmoving in the arms of the universal Personality, and
\nit gave itself, it abandoned itself to Her in an ecstasy
\nof peaceful bliss. Then it felt that its body was absorb-
\ned in the body of the universe and one with it; the
\nconsciousness became the consciousness of the universe, in its totality immobile, in its internal complexity
\nmoving infinitely. The consciousness of the universe
\nsprang towards the Divine in an ardent aspiration,
\na perfect surrender, and it saw in the splendour of
\nthe immaculate Light the radiant Being standing on a
\nmany-headed serpent whose body coiled infinitely
\naround the universe. The being in an eternal gesture<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

\nof triumph mastered and created at one and the same
\ntime the serpent and the universe that issued from it; erect on the serpent, he dominated it with all his
\n.victorious might, and the same gesture that crushed the
\nhydra, enveloping the universe, gave it eternal birth. Then the consciousness
\nbecame this Being and perceived that its form was changing once more; it was
\nabsorbed into something which was no longer a form and yet contained all forms, something which, immutable, sees,\u2014the Eye, the Witness. And what
\n<\/b>It <\/b>:sees, is. Then this last vestige of form disappeared
\nand the consciousness itself was absorbed into the
\nUnutterable, the Ineffable. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe return towards the consciousness of the individual body took place very slowly in a constant and
\ninvariable splendour of Light and Power and Felicity
\nand Adoration, by successive gradations, but directly,
\nwithout passing again through the universal and terrestrial forms. And it was as if the modest corporeal
\nform had become the direct and immediate vesture,
\n.without any intermediary, of the supreme and eternal Witness. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n

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