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<p class="paracenter">SWEET HOLY TEARS<sup>1</sup>
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<p class="para"> The
tears that the soul sheds are holy, are sweet; they come bidden by the Divine and are blessed by His Presence. They are like the dew from heaven. For they are pure, they are spontaneous, welling out of a heart of innocent freedom. The feeling is infinitely impersonal, completely egoless: there is only an intense movement of self-giving, total simple self-giving. Tears are the natural expression in one who needs help, who has the complete surrender and simplicity of a child, the abdication of all vanity. Such tears are beautiful in their nature and beneficent in character. They are therefore like dewdrops that belong to heaven as it were and come from there with a sovereign healing virtue. Such tears are not &quot;idle tears&quot;, as the Eng­lish poet says in a vein of melancholy, they are instinct with a power, an effective energy which brings you relief, ease and peace. And it is not only pure but purifying, this feeling made of quiet intensity and aspiration and surrender: it is unmixed, free from any demand or need of reward or return; it is so impersonal
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<p class="para"> <i><sup>1</sup> 
Prayers and Meditations of the Mother, </i>July 12, 1918 
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<br><p class="pageno">Page-99</p>
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<p class="para"> that the aspiration is, so to 
say, even independent of the object for which it exists.
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<p class="para"> At a supreme crisis of the soul 
when there seems to be no issue before you, if you come, in the naked simplicity 
of your whole being, pour yourself out in a flood of self-giving, to one who can 
be your refuge— in the end the Divine alone can be such a one—and who can 
respond fully to the intensity and ardent sincerity of your approach, you come 
holding your tearful soul as a complete self-offering, you do not know what 
tremendous response you call forth, the blessing divine you bring down in and 
around you.
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<p class="para"> &quot;I prepared the Feast&quot; <sup>1</sup>
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<p class="para"> It was a banquet I prepared for 
men. Instead of a life of misery and suffering, of obscurity and ignorance I 
brought to them a life of light and joy and freedom. I took all the pains the 
task demanded and when it was ready I offered it to mankind to partake of it. 
But man in his foolishness and pigheadedness refused it, did not want it. He 
preferred to remain in his dark miserable hole. Now, what am I to do with my 
Feast? I cannot let it go waste, throw it to the winds. So I offered it to my 
Lord and laid it at his feet. He accepted it. He alone can enjoy it and honour 
it.
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<p class="para"> <i><sup>1</sup> 
Prayers and Meditations of the Mother</i>—September 3, 1919 
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<p class="para"> The Feast is that of 
Transformation, the Divine Life on earth. Man is not capable of it naturally, 
cannot attain it by his own effort or personal worth. It is the Divine who is to 
bring it down Himself. He is to manifest Himself and thus establish His own life 
here below. Then only it will be possible for the human creature to open to the 
urgency of the new beauty and offer his surrender.
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<p class="para"> It was not easy to prepare the 
Feast. I had to bear the full load of the cross and ascend the calvary. Jesus as 
he mounted to his destiny with the Cross on his back stumbled often and fell and 
rose again with bruised limbs to begin again the arduous journey. Even so, this 
being too had to go through many disillusions and deceptions, many painful and 
brutal experiences. It was not a smooth and straight going, but a tortuous and 
dangerous ascent. But at the end of the tunnel there is always the light. The 
calvary and the crucifixion culminated in the Resurrection: the divine Passion 
of Christ flowered into this supreme Recompense. Here too after all the dark and 
adverse vicissitudes lies the fulfilment of transformation. One must pass 
through the entire valley of death and rise to the topmost summit to receive and 
achieve the fullness of the glory. One must leave behind all the lower ranges of 
ignorance, the entire domain of human consciousness, come out of the 
imperfection
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<p class="para">man is made of; then only will he put on the divine nature as 
his own body and substance.
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<p class="para"> The Cross symbolises all the 
suffering and difficulty, the renunciation and self-denudation that the ascent 
to the Goal involves. The Calvary of the Christian legend means Ascension and 
Resurrection is Transformation in our sadhana. The Cross is also symbolic of the 
Transformed consciousness. It has three branches and represents the triple 
Divine, the Divine in his three modes of existence. The top branch, the vertical 
portion above the transverse line, stands for the supreme or transcendent 
Divine, one who is above manifestation; the middle—the transverse or horizontal 
branch stands for the expanse of the universal consciousness, the Cosmic Divine; 
and the bottom portion, the vertical line below the transverse stands for the 
individual Divine immanent or imbedded in the manifestation. You will note that 
the flower we call transformation has a form analogous to the Cross.
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