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At the Feet of The Mother

About Savitri | B1C2-13 The Godhead Behind Nature’s Machinery (pp.20-21)

 

All now seems Nature’s massed machinery;
An endless servitude to material rule
And long determination’s rigid chain,
Her firm and changeless habits aping Law,
Her empire of unconscious deft device
Annul the claim of man’s free human will.
He too is a machine amid machines;
A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought,
A beating heart cuts out emotion’s modes;
An insentient energy fabricates a soul.
Or the figure of the world reveals the signs
Of a tied Chance repeating her old steps
In circles around Matters binding-posts.

This is the world as the New Consciousness has found it and still it lingers to be that thinking even of changing. But the time will come when things will change. The time is coming and one must be ready.

A random series of inept events
To which reason lends illusive sense, is here,
Or the empiric Life’s instinctive search,
Or a vast ignorant mind’s colossal work.
But wisdom comes, and vision grows within;
Then Nature’s instrument crowns himself her king;
He feels his witnessing self and conscious power;
His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme.
A Godhead stands behind the brute machine.
This truth broke in in a triumph of fire;
A victory was won for God in man,
The deity revealed its hidden face.
The great World-Mother now in her arose:
A living choice reversed fate’s cold dead turn,
Affirmed the spirit’s tread on Circumstance,
Pressed back the senseless dire revolving Wheel
And stopped the mute march of Necessity.
A flaming warrior from the eternal peaks
Empowered to force the door denied and closed
Smote from Death’s visage its dumb absolute
And burst the bounds of consciousness and Time.

This is just what has happened and is still happening, and, to pick up courage there is only to look in front to a future that is not so far away.
We are slowly but surely coming out of an almost desperate past towards a future full of promise and bringing to a humanity tired, exhausted and almost despair, the vision of a Realisation that will bring back not only hope but Light, Power and Realisation.

The stones began falling in several directions at the same time, in places where there were neither doors nor windows.
All morality is a convention — man cannot live without conventions, mental and moral, otherwise he feels himself lost in the rolling sea of the anarchic forces of the vital Nature.