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At the Feet of The Mother

Two Parallel Worlds, pp. 329-331 (SH 170)

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

While moving through these worlds of Truth built on the basis of Oneness, Aswapati witnesses as a contrast the worlds of division and ignorance where nothing is certain and everything is shrouded in obscurity and darkness. It is a different vision of our world than when we see it while we are in it. It is a world that knows not its own soul, nor its origin and Source, nor yet its course and goal.


Against this glory of spiritual states,
Their parallels and yet their opposites,
Floated and swayed, eclipsed and shadowlike
As if a doubt made substance, flickering, pale,
This other scheme two vast negations found.
A world that knows not its inhabiting Self
Labours to find its cause and need to be;
A spirit ignorant of the world it made,
Obscured by Matter, travestied by Life,
Struggles to emerge, to be free, to know and reign;
These were close-tied in one disharmony,
Yet the divergent lines met not at all.
Three Powers governed its irrational course,
In the beginning an unknowing Force,
In the middle an embodied striving soul,
In its end a silent spirit denying life.

Everything is a riddle of opposites here and yet hidden behind this darkness there is a grain of truth, a Ray of Light Supreme covered behind cloaks of falsehood. It is like a caterpillar that holds within its sheath the marvelous butterfly.

A dull and infelicitous interlude
Unrolls its dubious truth to a questioning Mind
Compelled by the ignorant Power to play its part
And to record her inconclusive tale,
The mystery of her inconscient plan
And the riddle of a being born from Night
By a marriage of Necessity with Chance.
This darkness hides our nobler destiny.
A chrysalis of a great and glorious truth,
It stifles the winged marvel in its sheath
Lest from the prison of Matter it escape
And, wasting its beauty on the formless Vast,
Merged into the Unknowable’s mystery,
Leave unfulfilled the world’s miraculous fate.

Seeing this deeper Truth Aswapati is assured that the New World is destined to arise out of the old. There is a pressure from within and below and above for this emergence even though the appearances deny it.

As yet thought only some high spirit’s dream
Or a vexed illusion in man’s toiling mind,
A new creation from the old shall rise,
A Knowledge inarticulate find speech,
Beauty suppressed burst into paradise bloom,
Pleasure and pain dive into absolute bliss.
A tongueless oracle shall speak at last,
The Superconscient conscious grow on earth,
The Eternal’s wonders join the dance of Time.

But now we do not know it since we have not seen this deeper Truth. We see only the play of darkness and shades of grey. Thus witnessing and experiencing the House of the Spirit and from it our lower worlds, Aswapati slowly returns back to this world to which his body still belongs and from where he had started his journey to the Beyond.

But now all seemed a vainly teeming vast
Upheld by a deluded Energy
To a spectator self-absorbed and mute,
Careless of the unmeaning show he watched,
Regarding the bizarre procession pass
Like one who waits for an expected end.
He saw a world that is from a world to be.
There he divined rather than saw or felt,
Far off upon the rim of consciousness,
Transient and frail this little whirling globe
And on it left like a lost dream’s vain mould,
A fragile copy of the spirit’s shell,
His body gathered into mystic sleep.
A foreign shape it seemed, a mythic shade.

[Savitri: 329 – 331]

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