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At the Feet of The Mother

The Bridge between the Human Aspiration and Divine Grace, pp. 331-333 (SH 171)

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

Seer-King Aswapati looks at the world from those empyrean heights of the Spirit where Self and eternity alone are true. But slowly memory brings him back through the cry of once-loved cherished things. The pull is from the subconscient worlds where dwells the seed-divine buried in the inconscient deeps. This is the great fall, the fall of the soul into darkness and inconscience forfeiting its divine bliss and peace so that this too may awaken to these higher truths and feel the Bliss that made the worlds.


Alien now seemed that dim far universe,
Self and eternity alone were true.
Then memory climbed to him from the striving planes
Bringing a cry from once-loved cherished things,
And to the cry as to its own lost call
A ray replied from the occult Supreme.
For even there the boundless Oneness dwells.
To its own sight unrecognisable,
It lived still sunk in its own tenebrous seas,
Upholding the world’s inconscient unity
Hidden in Matter’s insentient multitude.
This seed-self sown in the Indeterminate
Forfeits its glory of divinity,
Concealing the omnipotence of its Force,
Concealing the omniscience of its Soul;
An agent of its own transcendent Will,
It merges knowledge in the inconscient deep;
Accepting error, sorrow, death and pain,
It pays the ransom of the ignorant Night,
Redeeming by its substance Nature’s fall.

Aswapti knows himself now as a dual being, – one that is beyond Time and Space dwelling in freedom of the Eternal; the other bound whose very purpose is to become the God-link between Earth and the Beyond. Aswapti becomes aware, even in that far off world, of his heart grown mystical through adoration and sacrifice.

Himself he knew and why his soul had gone
Into earth’s passionate obscurity
To share the labour of an errant Power
Which by division hopes to find the One.
Two beings he was, one wide and free above,
One struggling, bound, intense, its portion here.
A tie between them still could bridge two worlds;
There was a dim response, a distant breath;
All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.
His heart lay somewhere conscious and alone
Far down below him like a lamp in night;
Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable,
Immobile with excess of passionate will,
His living, sacrificed and offered heart

It is this deeper heart, his psychic being that turns towards Light and Love that has been glimpsed and yearns for these higher things to come down upon Earth and change the scheme of things here. It acts like a bridge connecting two states, linking the heights and the abyss, interceding between God’s Light and Darkness. In this state of surrender, this deeper heart of Aswapati, the seer-yogi turns towards Her from which all comes and to which all returns.

Absorbed in adoration mystical,
Turned to its far-off fount of light and love.
In the luminous stillness of its mute appeal
It looked up to the heights it could not see;
It yearned from the longing depths it could not leave.
In the centre of his vast and fateful trance
Half-way between his free and fallen selves,
Interceding twixt God’s day and the mortal’s night,
Accepting worship as its single law,
Accepting bliss as the sole cause of things,
Refusing the austere joy which none can share,
Refusing the calm that lives for calm alone,
To her it turned for whom it willed to be.

His being became the Matrimandir, the temple of the Divine Mother, quiet and concentrated, absorbed in silent adoration turned towards the Truth beyond. Thus he waited for years for Her coming that alone could heal the aching throb of life.

In the passion of its solitary dream
It lay like a closed soundless oratory
Where sleeps a consecrated argent floor
Lit by a single and untrembling ray
And an invisible Presence kneels in prayer.
On some deep breast of liberating peace
All else was satisfied with quietude;
This only knew there was a truth beyond.
All other parts were dumb in centred sleep
Consenting to the slow deliberate Power
Which tolerates the world’s error and its grief,
Consenting to the cosmic long delay,
Timelessly waiting through the patient years
Her coming they had asked for earth and men;
This was the fiery point that called her now.

Refusing extinction, refusing the lonely calm, refusing the Bliss that cannot be shared by all, he waited upon the Divine Mother’s Grace filled with Hope amidst all the denials of the world.

Extinction could not quench that lonely fire;
Its seeing filled the blank of mind and will;
Thought dead, its changeless force abode and grew.
Armed with the intuition of a bliss
To which some moved tranquillity was the key,
It persevered through life’s huge emptiness
Amid the blank denials of the world.
It sent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown;
It listened for the footsteps of its hopes
Returning through the void immensities,
It waited for the fiat of the Word
That comes through the still self from the Supreme.

[Savitri: 331 – 333]

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