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At the Feet of The Mother

Entry into the Supramental World 2, pp. 322-325 (SH 166)

Savitri Class in Hindi with Alok Pandey
Savitri Book Three: The Book of Divine Mother, Canto Three : The House of the Spirit and the New Creation

Continuation of the previous talk…

Even as Aswapati waited at the gates of the Supermind with a nature that has grown tranquil, pure and still, bereft of ego and desire, one with the cosmic consciousness, he is suddenly drawn inside as if a vast sea was turning its waters inside. Suddenly, the barriers of the individual and the cosmos merge into a Transcendent oneness and Aswapati finds himself one with all beings in the embrace of an Existence that is full of Bliss, Light, Power and pure Love. In that state each unit experiences itself one with all other units, each being and person experiences oneself as everyone else. All his thought and feelings, his very act of living undergoes a tremendous transformation. In all beings, in all the countless worlds he discovers the One Self.

Though this oneness is the eternal Truth of our being and of the world this is normally hidden under the thick cover of ignorance. Now that this ignorance is slain, this deeper hidden Truth is uncovered and emerges unhindered. Held by this tremendous Oneness and Love Aswapati witnesses the birth of a New World. It is a world where the Spirit is master and king. It is a world of rapture and bliss, a world of unity of the Spirit, a world where the many and the One are experienced simultaneously, a world of Beauty and Harmony and Love, a world where Time and the Timeless danced together with a perfect rhythm and joy.


Then suddenly there came a downward look.
As if a sea exploring its own depths,
A living Oneness widened at its core
And joined him to unnumbered multitudes.
A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love
Caught all into a sole immense embrace;
Existence found its truth on Oneness’ breast
And each became the self and space of all.
The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many strings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds were many, but the Self was one.
This knowledge now was made a cosmos’ seed:
This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,
It needed not a sheath of Ignorance.
Then from the trance of that tremendous clasp
And from the throbbings of that single Heart
And from the naked Spirit’s victory
A new and marvellous creation rose.
Incalculable outflowing infinitudes
Laughing out an unmeasured happiness
Lived their innumerable unity;
Worlds where the being is unbound and wide
Bodied unthinkably the egoless Self;
Rapture of beatific energies
Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy;
White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all.

In this world all contraries became aspects of God’s Face and joined in a harmonious concert. Here uniqueness was not same as being alone but gave itself to complete and compliment all others. For there were no others but only aspects and forms of the One.

There were no contraries, no sundered parts,
All by spiritual links were joined to all
And bound indissolubly to the One:
Each was unique, but took all lives as his own,
And, following out these tones of the Infinite,
Recognised in himself the universe.
A splendid centre of infinity’s whirl
Pushed to its zenith’s height, its last expanse,
Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss
Repeated in its numberless other selves:
It took up tirelessly into its scope
Persons and figures of the Impersonal,
As if prolonging in a ceaseless count,
In a rapturous multiplication’s sum,
The recurring decimals of eternity.

There was no trace of selfishness in this world since each experienced itself as a part of the All and lived for the One Divine Existence in all. Here Freedom was one with Service and all struggle transformed into sweet embrace of Love.

None was apart, none lived for himself alone,
Each lived for God in him and God in all,
Each soleness inexpressibly held the whole.
There Oneness was not tied to monotone;
It showed a thousand aspects of itself,
Its calm immutable stability
Upbore on a changeless ground for ever safe,
Compelled to a spontaneous servitude,
The ever-changing incalculable steps,
The seeming-reckless dance’s subtle plan
Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.
Appearance looked back to its hidden truth
And made of difference oneness’ smiling play;
It made all persons fractions of the Unique,
Yet all were being’s secret integers.
All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love
In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.

Here, in this New Creation, one did not feel threatened by others but only enriched and complimented. It was a commune of the Absolute, a Divine Commune so to say where everything, from wealth to capacities of nature belonged to all and were expressions of love meant for service.

Identity’s reconciling happiness gave
A rich security to difference.
On a meeting line of hazardous extremes
The game of games was played to its breaking-point,
Where through self-finding by divine self-loss
There leaps out unity’s supreme delight
Whose blissful undivided sweetness feels
A communality of the Absolute.

Naturally, in this world there was no possibility of suffering that comes from Ignorance and Ego. Division was not there but the utter Unity and Bliss of God. There was no confusion and disorder since all beings there were open to the Wisdom of the One leading to a perfect understanding of each other’s truth. Thought was moved of the Eternal and feeling a thrill of the One through many hearts. The heart was filled with the beatings of a vast and might Love, and Sympathy with all creatures was the way of life in that world. The instruments of the Spirit were perfect expressions of the Soul and not distorted as in our world. Each sense was a gate of Joy and each movement a means of heightening the intimacy of soul with soul.

There was no sob of suffering anywhere;
Experience ran from point to point of joy:
Bliss was the pure undying truth of things.
All Nature was a conscious front of God:
A wisdom worked in all, self-moved, self-sure,
A plenitude of illimitable Light,
An authenticity of intuitive Truth,
A glory and passion of creative Force.
Infallible, leaping from eternity,
The moment’s thought inspired the passing act.
A word, a laughter, sprang from Silence’ breast,
A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,
A knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.
All turned to all without reserve’s recoil:
A single ecstasy without a break,
Love was a close and thrilled identity
In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.
A universal vision that unites,
A sympathy of nerve replying to nerve,
Hearing that listens to thought’s inner sound
And follows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,
A touch that needs not hands to feel, to clasp,
Were there the native means of consciousness
And heightened the intimacy of soul with soul.
A grand orchestra of spiritual powers,
A diapason of soul-interchange
Harmonised a Oneness deep, immeasurable.

Aswapati begins to undergo a tremendous transformation as he is projected into these worlds of Calm and Luminous Splendor and Oneness and Bliss.

In these new worlds projected he became
A portion of the universal gaze,
A station of the all-inhabiting light,
A ripple on a single sea of peace.
His mind answered to countless communing minds,
His words were syllables of the cosmos’ speech,
His life a field of the vast cosmic stir.
He felt the footsteps of a million wills
Moving in unison to a single goal.
A stream ever new-born that never dies,
Caught in its thousandfold current’s ravishing flow,
With eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled,
He bore coiling through his members as they passed
Calm movements of interminable delight,
The bliss of a myriad myriads who are one.

[Savitri: 322 – 325]

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