List members , this is an absolute gem of a video - highly recommended . One of the best explanations of this esoteric concept , which we've often referred to in this forum :-
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Folks , this is another good explanation of this same esoteric concept...the ancients understood the Holographic nature of our Cosmos at a deeper level than our present day civilisation does :-
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List members , anyone with deeper interest in symbolism or the ancient science of symbology (as it's called in Western esotericism) will find this image really interesting :-
Please take a look at the image of the Hindu God Tirupati (another form of Lord Vishnu) and his consort , Goddess Padmavathi (another form of Goddess Lakshmi) on the left of the image . Notice the "mudra" or position of the palms of the Goddess . It is a classical depiction of "as above , so below" .
**If anyone in this group has ever attended an Indian classical dance performance , you may have seen a similar gesture with the palms being performed by the female dancers .
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@hanuman7 , from your earlier post in this trail , I really liked this paragraph :-
"THE CONCEPTION REGARDING BLACK HOLES IN MODERN PHYSICS IS RADICALLY WRONG.
In fact, these are not the product of collapsed stars, which during their contraction phase concentrated their mass in a point called a "black hole", from which not even light can escape. According to the present theory, the stars of the closed and cyclic Universe are subjected to perennial forced cyclic translations, opposite to each other: from the center of the universe to its extreme periphery in the aggregating phase, and then returning towards the center of the universe after their complete forced disintegration into star dust, in order to perpetually repeat their cycle.
In fact, the stars of the closed and cyclical Universe, in accordance with this treatise, are born in the center of the Universe from which they move away, gradually aggregating into increasingly complex star systems until their completion. Having reached preordained evolutionary stages, the stars decompose into star dust, through powerful enveloping disruptive vortices produced by the ethereal modulation of universal matter, without imploding or exploding, to then return towards the center of the Universe to be recycled again in their perennial repetitive cycles."
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Folks , you may like this article as well :-
https://savitri.in/books/ry-deshpande/the-secret-knowledge
The Secret Knowledge
RY Deshpande
Introduction
General
“On a height he stood that looked at greater heights,”—this is the opening line of Section One, Canto Four, The Secret Knowledge, Book One, The Book of Beginnings of Savitri. We shall take this Canto Section-by-Section (Eight Sections) and try to study it in some quick detail in the context of the Yoga-Tapasyā of Aswapati that led him to the discovery of the cosmic working, a necessary step in his integral pursuit of the possibility of a divine manifestation upon earth. He gets the secret knowledge and steps into the world of the vast Spirit, into the worlds of the vast Spirit, becoming aware of its freedom and knowing its greatnesses. These soon become measures of his core yogic realisations, enabling him to enter into the sunbelts of knowledge and moonbelts of delight, all in widenesses of the belts of truth and consciousness and joy. A voyager launching upon unchartered routes, fronting the hazards of the unexpected and the unknown, he adventures into the countless realms of the cosmic extension, discovering space after space, realm after realm, in the richness of each domain, and moving in the thousand movements of time that endlessly unfolds the rhythms of realisation, realisation after realisation. Such is the preparation which makes possible for Aswapati to grasp in his strong yogic will the essence of this creation, of this mortal world. It is with that kind of preparation he could look into the issues haunting it, of mortality, mortality which indeed must disclose the immortal spirit on which it is founded, its powers and functionings getting objectified in it.
Aspects of Statistics
Here are a few aspects of statistics about this Canto:
Number of Sections: —8
Number of Sentences: —214
Number of Lines: —963
Number of Words: —7500
Av syllables per line: —10.833
Av characters per word: —4.565
Av ines per sentence: —4.500
Av words per line: —7.751
Av words per sentence: —34.879
Av Bilabial: —7.939
Av Labiodenta: —5.397
Av Palatal: —0.650
Av Glottal: —3.449
Av Plosive: —21.743
Av Nasal: —14.752
Av Trill: —3.626
Av Fricative: —28.168
Av Approximant: —5.509
First Edition and Revised Edition
Here is the list of differences in the readings of the Canto in the two editions of Savitri, the Original or the First Edition published in 1950, which was seen by Sri Aurobindo himself, and the Revised Edition prepared by the Archives and published in 1993. There are in all 73 departures, with perhaps a couple of them of a serious kind. In the following the first entry pertains to the First Edition and the next to the Revised Edition.
The earth’s uplook to a remote unknown ||10.4||
The earth’s uplook to a remote Unknown [p. 46]
Akin to the ineffable secrecy, ||10.7||
Akin to the ineffable Secrecy, [p. 46]
To these high-peaked dominions sealed to our search ||10.8||
To these high-peaked dominions sealed to our search,
[p. 46]
Still have we parts that grow towards the Light, ||10.9||
Still have we parts that grow towards the light, [p. 46]
And Eldoradoes of splendour and ecstasy ||10.9||
And Eldorados of splendour and ecstasy [p. 46]
And temples to the Godhead none can see. ||10.9||
And temples to the godhead none can see. [p. 47]
And calm immensities of spirit Space. ||10.12||
And calm immensities of spirit space. [p. 47]
A presence is borne, a guiding Light awakes, ||10.14||
A Presence is born, a guiding Light awakes, [p. 47]
Fixed sometimes like a marble monument, ||10.14||
Fixed, motionless like a marble monument, [p. 47]
And a diviner Presence moves the soul. ||10.22||
And a diviner Presence moves the soul; [p. 48]
A Silence overhead, an inner Voice, ||10.26||
A silence overhead, an inner voice, [p. 49]
The truth of all these cryptic shows in space, ||10.26||
The truth of all these cryptic shows in Space, [p. 49]
A burning witness in the sanctuary ||10.30||
A burning Witness in the sanctuary [p. 49]
Whose further end is hidden from our sight, ||11.4||
Whose farther end is hidden from our sight, [p. 50]
Stand up unsolved behind Fate’s starting line; ||11.6||
Stand up unsolved behind Fate’s starting-line. [p. 50]
Towards an undying Light for ever lost. ||11.6||
Towards an undying Light for ever lost; [p. 50]
Ignorant and weary and invincible ||11.12||
Ignorant and weary and invincible, [p. 51]
The sureness of a love that knows not death, ||11.13||
The sweetness of a love that knows not death, [p. 51]
Earth’s winged chimeras are Truth’s steeds in Heaven, ||11.22||
Earth’s winged chimaeras are Truth’s steeds in Heaven, [p. 52]
A struggling ignorance is his wisdom’s mate. ||11.35||
A struggling ignorance is his wisdom’s mate: [p. 53]
Bearing the superhuman rider near ||11.38||
Bearing the superhuman Rider, near [p. 54]
The murmurs lost by life’s uncaring ear, ||11.42||
The murmurs lost by Life’s uncaring ear, [p. 54]
A prophet-speech in thought’s omniscient trance. ||11.42||
A prophet-speech in Thought’s omniscient trance. [p. 54]
Behind the clock-work chance and vague surmise, ||11.43||
Behind this clock-work Chance and vague surmise, [p. 54]
They watch the Bliss for which earth’s heart has cried, ||11.43||
They watch the Bliss for which earth’s heart has cried
[p. 54]
A power into mind’s inner chamber steal, ||11.46||
A Power into mind’s inner chamber steal, [p. 55]
The truth-light capture Nature by surprise, ||11.46||
The Truth-Light capture Nature by surprise, [p. 55]
A consciousness that knows not its own truth, ||12.1||
A Consciousness that knows not its own truth, [p. 55]
It lends a purport to the random world. ||12.2||
It lends a purport to a random world. [p. 56]
Veiled by the Ray no mortal eye can bear, ||12.10||
Veiled by the ray no mortal eye can bear, [p. 57]
The Spirit’s free and absolute potencies ||12.10||
The Spirit’s bare and absolute potencies [p. 57]
A rapture and a radiance and a hush ||12.11||
A rapture and a radiance and a hush, [p. 57]
They reckon not our virtue and our sin, ||12.14||
They reckon not our virtue and our sin; [p. 57]
They hold no traffic with error and its reign: ||12.14||
They hold no traffic with error and its reign; [p. 57]
Our passion heaves to wed the eternal calm, ||12.19||
Our passion heaves to wed the Eternal’s calm, [p. 58]
Our dwarf-search mind to meet the Omniscient’s force. ||12.19||
Our dwarf-search mind to meet the Omniscient’s light,
[p. 58]
The slow venture of the long ambiguous years ||12.21||
The slow outcome of the long ambiguous years [p. 58]
In its unshaken grasp it keeps for us safe ||12.27||
In its unslackening grasp it keeps for us safe [p. 59]
The Master of being has come close to her, ||13.6||
The Master of being has come down to her, [p. 61]
He is the vision and he is the seer; ||13.8||
He is the vision and he is the Seer; [p. 61]
And light and darkness are their eyes’ interchange. ||13.9||
And light and darkness are their eyes’ interchange; [p. 61]
For nothing here is utterly what it seems, ||13.11||
For nothing here is utterly what it seems; [p. 61]
And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart. ||13.14||
And disguised the Love and Wisdom in her heart; [p. 62]
Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers ||13.15||
Of all the marvel and beauty that are hers, [p. 62]
He too wears a diminished Godhead here, ||13.16||
He too wears a diminished godhead here; [p. 62]
Happy, inert he lies beneath her feet: ||14.3||
Happy, inert, he lies beneath her feet: [p. 63]
Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts, ||14.8||
Her endless space is the playground of his thoughts;
[p. 64]
Even in his mortal session in body’s house ||14.14||
Even in his mortal session in body’s house, [p. 65]
His chosen partner in a titan game ||14.20||
His chosen partner in a titan game, [p. 66]
The Spirit, the innumerable One ||14.21||
The Spirit, the innumerable One, [p. 66]
Her finite’s multitude in an infinite space. ||14.21||
Her finite’s multitude in an infinite Space. [p. 66]
And plays at hide and seek with his own Force; ||15.1||
And plays at hide-and-seek with his own Force; [p. 66]
And to the musing and immobile Spirit ||16.1||
And to the musing and immobile spirit [p. 68]
A nameless Resident vesting unseen powers, ||16.3||
A nameless Resident vesting unseen powers [p. 68]
Where all seems sure and even when changed, the same, ||16.11||
Where all seems sure and, even when changed, the same,
[p. 69]
And no terminus of the soul’s experience. ||16.12||
And no terminus to the soul’s experience. [p. 69]
Has learnt his craft in tiny bays of self, ||17.1||
Has learned his craft in tiny bays of self, [p. 69]
He goes, or armed with her fiat, to discover ||17.21||
He goes or, armed with her fiat, to discover [p. 72]
And never can the mighty traveller rest ||17.25||
And never can the mighty Traveller rest [p. 72]
And never can the mystic voyage cease, ||17.25||
And never can the mystic voyage cease [p. 72]
As long as Nature lasts, he too is there; ||17.26||
As long as Nature lasts, he too is there, [p. 72]
For this is sure that he and she are one. ||17.26||
For this is sure that he and she are one; [p. 72]
To evoke a person in the impersonal Void, ||17.29||
To evoke a Person in the impersonal Void, [p. 72]
And raise a lost power from its python sleep ||17.29||
And raise a lost Power from its python sleep [p. 73]
And laid on the Spirit the burden of the flesh, ||17.30||
And laid on the spirit the burden of the flesh, [p. 73]
Synopsis of the Canto
[1]
Aswapati’s soul is released from the bondage of Nature. It is free of Ignorance. His strength is already linked with universal strengths. He would walk through swift Time. He would overtake the slow human strides. He would stand on a height from where could be glimpsed greater, more sublime, more inspiring heights, heights in the Spirit’s greatness.
The present heights are but the shadows of those superior loftier majesties, of Knowledge and Power and Beauty and Joy. He must reach those heights. Soul’s release from the deeply seated Ignorance opens out for him that prospect, that dynamic possibility.
What has been achieved so far, though incredible and overwhelming, is only a beginning. There are powers of reality which have yet to take birth in this creation. Those powers, those ideal immensities must be reached. The parts not yet unlocked must be unlocked; he must grow towards them, into those widenesses, those immensities, of the Spirit.
There are bright happy rivers, of crystalline waters. There flow the streams of lucidities. There are calm mountains glistening under the eye of heaven. There are lands where is scattered the dust of gold. There play children with jewel marbles.
There are worlds of splendour and of ecstasy. There are still regions of imperishable Light. There are eagle-peaks of silent Power. There are oceans of fathomless bliss. There are the tranquil expanses of the Spirit; there are the boundless spiritual realms.
Such countless wonders of the spirit must be accessed, these marvels won, must be made a part of us, must be a part of our being and our soul. That greater dynamic Personality should shape our movements. Nature must be lit with the spirit’s flame.
All that is resentful and ambitious and hungry in us, all that is lustful and corrupt, all that is ugly and vile in us, that all must take leave us, depart from us. The inner lamp must show to us the presence of virtues, the presence of charity, the presence of forbearance and love and sweetness and nobility. All that is noble and lofty must start emerging.
There is the opening of the wider consciousness. Intimations of eternity and immortality reveal to us the hidden verities waiting for expression.
There is the urge that urges us to shape our thoughts, our feelings. In the strength of the soul it urges our actions. It drives us on the climbing slopes of greatness. Our minds hush to a bright Omniscient. We hear sounds of the true and the harmonious and the wonderful. We see the long march moving in the steps of the all-revealing Time.
A timeless Light shines in the eyes. There are secret things which no words can speak. The gladness of the Godhead fills us in golden privacy of the immortal Fire.
All this has already happened to Aswapati.
[2]
There is the timeless Light hidden in the eyes. In that Light Aswapati sees things which no words can describe. Yet he sees that life here is but an experiment, is an experiment. It is a precarious experiment, with every kind of hazard. There are strong forces to thwart it. It is something which is being carried out in the midst of death. This hazardous test of life is with the context of death. That makes the soul a flickering light in this ignorant world.
In the nature of that experiment all our knowledge and all our splendid achievements become only a doubtful occurrence, simply an uncertain gain. These achievements could be a grand mighty accident, things that were never planned, all an incidence of fate. If it is so, how really can our triumphs and accomplishments be considered worthwhile? How can at all anything enduring be built upon them?
All the while we seem to be chasing only the unknown, unknown after unknown, pursuing a series of unknowns, an interminable series, a hunt where grey shadows fall on existence. We live in such lifeless unbreathing shadows and they running faster than we.
Yet through these meandering ages the Earth-Goddess keeps on toiling. She, Bhū-devi, keeps on following the nescient course. She is bound to it. Still, there is in her sleepless breast an urge for rest and peace. She carries faith. She longs for love, love that knows no death, love that is made false by death. Yet deep within her soul she carries faith.
Luminous truth lights up, vision of supernal Powers comes. She prays to invisible Gods, prays for a Mind that keeps no illusion as its friend. She carries a Will that speaks of soul’s deity, she carries a Strength that stumbles not on the path of Time, she carries a Joy that bears no shadow of sorrow, she yearns for a Life that shall need no Death for progress.
But, alas, we get concerned with trivial external things, and deeper truth is missed. Yet it is possible for us to have true knowledge of things. We get worried with petty matters, get caught in inconsequential dealings.
For a positive satisfying result to come it is necessary that our souls become free of mind, get out of the present mind’s prison. We want to know but we cannot, captive and bound as we are. We are ignorant of the meaning of life, we are ignorant of our splendid fate, terribly ignorant. Our wisdom’s companion is the struggling ignorance.
We do not know, cannot know what the Immortals know; whatever they know, they know in totality of things. These Immortals live on deathless heights. They are not confined to space and time. They are masters of living, are overseers of Fate and Chance and Will.
These Immortals can grasp the original Idea, get its crux, its essence. They can be with the Strength which has power to change the course of events and things. These Immortals come from undiscovered worlds, hear the galloping hooves of the unforeseen event, see the superhuman rider coming and returning to the hills of God from where he had come.
With that eventful event the Immortals depart, depart but leaving their indelible mark on the trampled breast of Life.
These world-creators, these Immortals though they stand above the world, they yet see in the phenomenon its great mystic source, the spiritual significance in mortality here.
They are attentive, and seize the sound of invisible augur wings. They catch the message of the prophet speech. They watch the Bliss for which there is the cry of the soul of the earth. Theirs is a firm winning perception, that the truth-light shall capture Nature, that earth shall become unexpectedly divine.
They have the insight, have the discernment that, one day, our will will become the force of the Eternal’s power. There is the hope that, in the heart of Matter shall burn the fire of the Spirit. There is in them the belief that the Spirit shall take birth in body and body. With them is the conviction of the growth of God, God’s growing in this mortal world.
While such is the confidence of these Immortals, such is their conviction, their intuition, here, all the time, wise men merely keep on talking and arguing, talking and talking. They keep on debating, but rarely they see the reality, have perception of the prospects. They think, they contend, they debate; they discourse interminably the pros and cons, of this and of that, if there can be, at all, anything beyond human grasp, if god can grow here in this creation. But avowing unpretentiously, without any rhetoric, the fact is, man shall grow unexpectedly divine. He has to grow divine. What is this creation otherwise for?
[3]
This is the consciousness that knows not its own truth, human consciousness. It is a truth whose single expression is understood in a million confusing ways. Conjecture is built upon conjecture. This is all done on the basis of doubtful and suspect and untrustworthy proofs.
What is the origin of this creation, what its purpose, where is it heading, which is the beginning, which is the end, Alpha and Omega, the two giant letters — these present an enigma to the mind of man, to his reason. The wheel of ignorance keeps on revolving in utter meaninglessness of the Inane. It is a present that has no past, and has no future.
No wonder, the Book of Cosmos lacks contents, lacks context. This thick tome of Man in hard cover is contentless. It has no apropos, it has no preface, it has no prolegomena, it has no epilogue, no before thought and no after thought. And man revels in it! how long shall this continue? But there is no answer anywhere, not in this Book of Cosmos.
It is a river that seems to have no source, nor has it a sea to reach. In the course of Time it runs through perpetuating life and death. It runs in a continuing present.
Our deepest need is to establish a link between these extremes. We need to bond them in one glorious rightness. Alpha and Omega must be joined in one single sound of sweetness.
At one extreme is Matter, with all its potencies, all its powers held back, locked in the darkness of the Night. At the other end, burn the absolute supremacies of the Spirit. And they are poles apart, Alpha and Omega have remained unjoined.
But these absolutes of the Spirit burn in the solitude of the thoughts of God. Such is the solitude that nothing can spoil their timeless purity, and they refuse to accept barter or bribe. A deep surrender is the source of their might, and identity their way to know.
They are deathless, these absolutes of the Spirit, and they watch the works of Death and Time and Chance. They watch them to promote themselves, to express themselves here.
Without them nothing would exist here.
They see a wise hand even behind the appearance of Ignorance, the soul of bliss behind pain. They stand above all joy and sorrow and suffering. They look at things with another look, the look of the deathless who knows the law, and the natural line of things.
They look on hidden aspects. They wait in Time for the Eternal’s hour — and, surely, that hour shall come. That hour has to come. Hence Nature cuts her way through the darkness, through the thick gloom of existence — because he the Eternal is there.
A mighty Guidance makes sure that the path is traversed, the path of the Spirit’s potencies become real, becomes operational, opens for movements and actions and traffic. These calm and distant potencies, these Mights shall act at last. The Word that sets things on the upward route portends the soul’s immense surge. An unseen Presence shapes things.
[4]
In this process of cosmic working there is the dual aspect. There is Presence and Power, Being and Consciousness-Force, Self and Nature, Purusha and Prakriti, even a secret Spirit in the Inconscient sleep and a shapeless Energy, she the voiceless Word. Functionally, there is the division of job. This division turns into a kind of separation when they come down into the cosmic field. There is a kind of operational pragmatism in this whole business. They become he and she, the giver of sanction and witness, and the executive power to accomplish things in the process of evolving Time.
He came but hid himself from her pursuit to force and form. He turns into substance and from it she forges her works of skill. There are Two who are One and play in many worlds. He moves as the Soul, and as Nature she. And he hopes in her to find himself anew.
He takes birth in her world, and waits on her will. This is his willing submission to her, because, he knows, a new creation is going to be her task, to work out all small or big executive details, all minutiae. His fortunate days are built on her largesses.
His movements of time are centered around her, even as she keeps herself occupied with the task of new-shaping him. All is their play. This whole wide world is only he and she.
[5]
The two are really one, even as in things they become Might and Right. He is the giver of consent without which she cannot act. He is the detached witness of all her movements, watching her works, and he himself gets driven by her sweet or dreadful force.
His fate is now tied in her actions. He is governed by her moods and manners. She builds a cosmic empire, and in it he obeys her laws. A grand submission makes him docile. He does it out of his free will. He lends himself to her that, unhindered, she may work upon the material nature. Her concern is to make it an instrument of the soul and the spirit.
Thus the work goes on, with he as the support and she the action. It is because of her long toil and labour that there is the possibility of a greater plan getting realised.
But what is her concern? What is that she wants to achieve? It is to make us the sons of God. If we are the sons of God then we should become the sons of God; as he is, the human has to be divine. Towards this is her tireless endeavour.
At last the Self has to wake up to the memory of Self. He sees God seated within. The Godhead has to break out through the human mould. She has been at it since the work began, and now things have come to a point where these prospects can materialise.
That is the reason why he has made her the master of his fate. Thus, through her, he indeed explores the ceaseless miracle of himself. The Son of God becomes the Son of God. There is in it the sweetness of her mastering touch. No wonder, he revels in it.
He left his eternity, his is an endless birth in endless Time. He now gathers the fruit of that choice, choice made long before Time was set into motion. His wisdom finds justification.
[6]
The secret behind this sequel is, because of the fact that, in Nature’s instrument there loiters the hidden God. Behind this apparent Nothingness there is the Presence and the Power. Here is seated the Immanent who has accepted our darkened state. He is All-Conscious and he has ventured into Ignorance, into something yet deeper. He is All-Blissful but he bears the suffering and pain of this tumbled creation.
The story is something like this. The Absolute was all by himself, in a state of total Non-Manifestation, Avyakta, Alone, alone in his Perfection. But a desire welled up in him, a will, an Urge to express himself in the ways of the Countless. He wanted to express himself in many ways, he wanted to be Many, each of Many with characteristic splendour and joy. It was the delight of manifestation, and he proceeded forthwith to fulfill the Urge.
He called out of that Silence his own Force who is always there with him, but in a state of Non-Action. He set her into action. She became the Mother Force, Aditi, bringing out creation after creation. She built a house for him to reside, and to grow and flourish, the House of Sachchidananda, the House of the Spirit. For him have opened out glories and possibilities of the Spirit.
She cast his image in human measure, cast it so that we might rise to his measure, to his divine measure, the measures of truth and joy and beauty and knowledge and power, colours and colours, and notes and notes, songs of ever-unfolding happiness. What was Silence has become infinitude of Songs and Lyrics and Odes, a Poem of sacred Delight.
Our life may look a paradox, that from the All-Delightful should have appeared Pain and Suffering and Mortality. But the paradox has a key, the Key. That key is God himself.
Each has to become himself, divine in his own individuality, in his own characteristic way, according to his intrinsic swabhāva, himself, himself like him, like him not as a duplicate or a replica, but in the power of his possibilities.
Each individual bears his own fingerprint, and it is that which has to matter, has to have its mark of distinctness. The sons of God must become the sons of God, each son with his own individuality. There has to be divine Agni in each Flame leaping for its joy.
[7]
Well, that is the Urge of the Absolute, of the Supreme himself, his Will, his Samkalpa, of the Non-Manifest. However, in the meanwhile, things here are, at present, disjointed and gloomy and disharmonious. Indisputably, the key is there, but the key is kept hidden by Inconscience. That has got to be claimed from it.
It is in discovery of that truthful operative key that the Being and Consciousness-Force, Soul and Nature, are constantly engaged. Matter obscures Spirit, and their task is to remove that shadow from things. He who is the Truth is in search of the Truth. She helps.
This is the arrangement, this is the unwritten agreement, this is the secret understanding between the two, this is the deal, the compact, between them, between he and she.
The compact is not without a purpose. The purpose is, eventually to build a house here for the dwelling of the Divine, for dwelling and for expressing himself in his countless joys. There has to be the body of flame and light, it holding truth and happiness and love and beauty. There has to be the multiplicity of existence in greatness and glory of the spirit.
Indeed, this whole wide world is only he and she.
There is a meaning hidden in life’s forms. There is a solution to the riddle, to the riddle of the world, solution to the ways of the world, to the enigma of this mortal creation. There exists the secret will and the secret action. The Will and the Action go together.
The urge of a seeker’s soul is therefore always to discover it, to explore it, set sail on the inner ocean to grasp the order present in all these things, their content, their truth, their joy, their loveliness of forms. This is a voyage across the realms of the boundless finite.
This voyager, of Savitri the Legend, is Aswapati. Of it as a Symbol, he is the divine Soul in his evolutionary journey. Of the Rig Veda he is the Immortal in the Mortal, the Traveller; to him the Gods in their passion sent him inward, and he accepted their advocacy.
[8]
He is set on eternity’s seas. His voyage is across the waters of eternity. He hears the sound of larger seas. The call is to reach, is to arrive at the unattained perfection, is to have excellence of the Unseen and the Unknown. The sailor on the flow of Time has fully graduated himself to launch on the bourneless voyage. The finite’s boundlessness has to be experienced and move made to enter into the Infinity’s infinitudes.
To begin with, his hesitant prow pushes towards undiscovered shores, these not yet in view. It reaches unimagined continents and the Island of the Blest. He crosses the limits of mortal thought, and mortal hope. But this Traveller must explore greater worlds. He must see new vision of himself and of things and of the world and of the entire creation.
His search has to be for the light that takes away the darkness. His search has to be for immortality in the soul of mortality. It has to be in the breast of the mortal.
The goal of the cosmic voyager is beyond, in the realms that are not present on the current maps; there is nothing marked on the atlas. But, surely, one day, he will read the script describing new mind and new body in the City of God, Deva Puri. He will meet the Immortal being enshrined in the house of glory, house of glory here.
He has a secret mission that has been assigned to him by the Mother of the Universe. It is her great force that propels him across these dangerous expanses.
Never can therefore his mystic pursuit cease, never, till the dusk on the soul of man is lifted. In the sky of the earth morn of God has to break in.
He is co-eternal with Nature, and his work goes on. It goes on with the occult force forcing him in the grand enormous task.
There is a truth to know. There is a work to do, and it has to be attended to. It must be carried out, because her play is real. There is a plan, a design, a commitment to continue.
Since the dawn of life the urge is to evoke a person in the impersonal Void. The dumb roots of earth must be struck with Truth-Light. There has to flourish the Tree of God.
The lost Power must be raised to her original glory; the universal Mother who had taken a plunge in the Void must emerge in her full magnificence and grandeur, in her majesty. The eyes of Time must look out from the eyes of the Timeless. They must see the world as the manifest Divine. They must see the world as the manifest Divine.
The unveiled Divine must stand out in all his splendor of manifestation.
Indeed, it was with this objective, for this purpose that he had left his greatness, his diamond glories, the splendours of the Transcendent, his native superiorities.
The burden of the Spirit was laid on the flesh, laid in order that Godhead’s seed might flower in mindless Space. It was with this intention that he had sacrificed his heavenly state, had accepted the littleness of the desirable earth.
This is the secret knowledge that now enables Aswapati to achieve his spirit’s freedom. His spirit must be free of the binding laws of Nature, free of traces of Inconscience. With that freedom he can explore these cosmic vastnesses. With that he can quest for the Power that can change the law of mortality in this mortal creation.
He must bring down that Power in this mortal world. He compels her to take mortal birth.
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