KRISHNA IN GOLD<\/i>
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(A vision of Sujata’s on the afternoon of May 15)<\/i>
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(original English)<\/i>
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A place similar to the Playground. A few people, here and there,<\/i>
are
\ntalking or going about.<\/i>
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I am standing somewhere in the middle of the ground, in front of<\/i>
Mother’s
\ndoor.<\/i>
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From the main gate enters a vehicle – half-cart half-cab – drawn<\/i>
by
\ntwo bullocks. It comes to a stop a few feet away from me. The <\/i>
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driver makes the bullocks kneel down. Out steps a gentleman. The<\/i>
cart
\nis driven away.<\/i>
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The gentleman is dressed in white, Indian-fashion (dhoti, punjabi). <\/i>
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He is round-faced and fair-skinned. Reminds me of a Zamindar<\/i>
[landlord]
\nfrom the North. In fact he is the new Proprietor coming<\/i>
to take
\npossession.<\/i>
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The doors behind me are locked He has the keys.<\/i>
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But he is not supposed to open one particular room: the one I <\/i>
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Page 415<\/font><\/p>\n thought was Mother’s. But he goes straight there and unlocks that<\/i> door.<\/i> He enters. I too, as if I had the right to do so.<\/i> We weave our way to the bottom of this room. I have a vague<\/i> impression ner, is He is quite small in that huge throne (about two feet or so).<\/i> He is made of solid gold.<\/i> At his feet are signs and objects of worship.<\/i> As we approach him, a sort of intense prayer or aspiration takes<\/i> hold one intense prayer or invocation. The Divinity comes alive. He<\/i> smiles He barely reaches my breast and seems to me like a little boy of <\/i> eight or ten.<\/i> The three of us come out of the room. The scene has changed<\/i> Now front. We walk. We walk on a narrow ridge by the side of a cultivated<\/i> rice-field, The funny to him. Then I turn my face towards him to reassure him. But instead of <\/i> me looking down it is he who looks down on me! I am really<\/i> astonished but a few seems to As I took up, he looks down at me and smiles. Ohh, what a smile! <\/i> Utterly sweet and full of mischief. It contained a world: "You see, I<\/i> am We walk on. To our left, sitting cross-legged, head bent, is M. [a<\/i> disciple "What a pity, we shall pass right in front of him, but he would not<\/i> even sees. We walk on. Now the scenes change fast. We meet more and<\/i> more people. Trees. Roads. Still more people. Wherever we go there<\/i> is trouble, disturbance, confusion. As if the Godhead were sowing<\/i> disruption everywhere. The Zamindar brought out the Divinity to show people what Page 416<\/font><\/p>\n Everybody should have great respect for him, obey him, for is he<\/i> not should and So we return to the sanctuary. This time I remain outside. The<\/i> Zamindar takes the God inside. And tries to shut the door.<\/i> But the Godhead will not be shut in.<\/i> I can see the gold God growing, growing.<\/i> The ceiling falls in. The god’s head and chest go through the<\/i> ceiling. He rips oft the walls and throws bricks everywhere. The<\/i> Zamindar has disappeared under the debris.<\/i> The gold God grows. Taller and mightier. And will brook no <\/i> resistance. With His mighty hands, He pulls down the walls of His <\/i> old sanctuary.<\/i> When I woke up, I called Him "Krishna in gold."<\/i> Page 417<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" May 15, 1973 KRISHNA IN GOLD (A vision of Sujata’s on the afternoon of May 15) (original English) A place similar to the Playground. A…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[140],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5683","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-13-volume-13","wpcat-140-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5683","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5683"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5683\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5683"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5683"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5683"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nof a small window on the end wall. And in the left cor<\/i>
\na richly decorated high throne. Seated in it is a Divinity.<\/i>
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\nof me. We stand in front looking at him – my whole being is <\/i>
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\nslightly, then steps down.<\/i>
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\nit is a countryside. A vast, unlimited expanse stretches in<\/i>
\nA few plots are cultivated, but most of the land is untended.<\/i>
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\nwhich is to the right of us. It is green. I am nearest to it.<\/i>
\ngentleman is the farthest. The Divinity is between us. He has a<\/i>
\nwalk. He is so heavy (being made of solid gold) that he seems<\/i>
\nlurch from side to side. I feel concerned and hold his arm to help<\/i>
\nI feel a tenderness also as for a child.<\/i>
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\nto see how tall he has grown during this short walk of<\/i>
\nsteps! Now it is I who reach hardly his shoulder. He<\/i>
\nhave grown to a lad of 13 or 14.<\/i>
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\nquite all right. Now you will see what fun we have!"<\/i>
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\nvery learned in Sanskrit texts]. As we advance, I think, <\/i>
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\nknow WHO passed by!" But as we near, he raises his head and<\/i>
\nI feel glad for M.<\/i>
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\ngets annoyed. He had<\/i>
\na fine fellow he was!<\/i>
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\nthe Proprietor? But the God had just the opposite effect! He<\/i>
\nno longer be abroad. He must be put back where he belonged,<\/i>
\nrelocked.<\/i>
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