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<font face="Times New Roman">V</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="center">
<font face="Times New Roman" size=3>POETRY AND MYSTICISM</font>

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		<b><font face="Times New Roman"><i>Savitri</i> </font></b></p>
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<font face="Times New Roman">SAVITRI, the poem, the word of Sri Aurobindo is the 
cosmic Answer to the cosmic Question. And Savitri, the person, the Godhead, the 
Divine Woman is the Divine's response to the human aspiration.</font>

<font face="Times New Roman">he world is a great 
question mark. It is a riddle, eternal and ever-recurring. Man has faced the 
riddle and sought to arrive at a solution since he has been given a mind to seek 
and interrogate.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What is this universe? From 
where has it come? Whither is it going ? What is the purpose of it all ? Why is 
man here ? What is the object of his existence?</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Such is the mode of human 
aspiration. And Ashwapati in his quest begins to explore the world and see what 
it is, the way it is built up. He observes it rising tier upon tier, level upon 
level of consciousness. He mounts these stairs, takes cognisance of the modes 
and functions of each and passes on enriched by the experiences that each 
contributes to his developing consciousness. The ascent he finds is from 
ignorance to knowledge. The human being starts from the darkest bed of 
ignorance, the solid basis of rock as it were, the body, the material existence. 
Ignorance here is absolute inconscience. Out of the total absence of 
consciousness, the being begins to awake and rise to a gradually 
developing—widening, deepening and heightening —consciousness. That is how 
Ashwapati advances, ascends from a purely bodily life and consciousness, to the 
next rung of the ladder, the first appearance and expression of life-force, the 
vital consciousness—energies and forms of the small lower vital. He moves on, 
moves upward, there is a growing light in</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">and mixed with the obscurity; ignorance begins to 
shed its hard and dark coatings one by one and gives place to directed and 
motivated energies. He meets beings and creatures appropriate to those levels 
crawling and stirring and climbing, moved by the laws governing the respective 
regions. In this way Ashwapati passes on into the higher vital, into the border</font>&nbsp;
<font face="Times New Roman">of the mental.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ashwapati now observes 
with a clear vividness that all these worlds and the beings and forces that 
inhabit them are stricken as it were with a bar sinister branded upon their 
bodies. In spite of an inherent urge of ascension the way is not a straight road 
but devious and crooked breaking into by-lanes and blind alleys. There is a 
great corruption and perversion of natural movements towards Truth: falsehoods 
and pretensions, arrogance of blindness reign here in various degrees. Ashwapati 
sought to know the wherefore of it all. So he goes behind, dives down and comes 
into a region that seems to be the source and basis of all ignorance and 
obscurity and falsehood. He comes into the very heart of the Night, the abyss of 
consciousness. He meets there the Mother of Evil and the sons of darkness.<br>
He stands before</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">. . the gate of the false Infinite, <br>
An eternity of disastrous absolutes<sup>1</sup>.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">Here are the forces that pull down and lure away to 
perdition all that man's aspirations and the world's urge seek to express and 
build of Divine things. It is the world in which the forces of the original 
inconscience find their primitive play. They are dark and dangerous: they prey 
upon earth's creatures who are not content with being vassals of darkness but 
try to move to the Light.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">Dangerous is this passage for the celestial 
aspirant:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">Where the red Wolf waits by the fordless stream</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;And Death's black eagles scream to the precipice..<sup>2</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">He must be absolutely vigilant, absolutely on his 
guard, absolutely sincere.</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 Sri Aurobindo: <i>Savitri, Book<b> </b>
II<b>:</b> Canto</i> 8: p<b>.</b> 250.<br>
2 <i>Ibid: Book II: Canto</i> 8: p. 260. </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Here must the traveller of the upward way—</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;For daring Hell's kingdoms winds the heavenly<b> </b>
route—</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Pause or pass slowly through that perilous 
space,</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;A prayer upon his lips and the great Name.<sup>1</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But there is no escape. 
The divine traveller has to pass through this region. For it lies athwart his 
path to the goal. Not only so, it is necessary to go through this Night. For 
Ashwapati</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Knew death for a cellar of the house of life,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;In destruction felt creation's hasty pace, </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Knew loss as the price of a celestial gain
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;And hell as a short cut to heaven's gates.<sup>2</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ashwapati now passes into 
the higher luminous regions. He enters regions of larger, breath and wider 
movement—the higher vital and then into the yet more luminous region of the 
higher mind. He reaches the heavens where immortal sages and the divinities and 
the gods themselves dwell. Even these Ashwapati finds to be only partial truths, 
various aspects, true but limited, of the One Reality beyond. Thus he leaves all 
behind and reaches into the single sole Reality, the transcen-<br>
dental Truth of things, the status vast and infinite and eternal, immutable 
existence and consciousness and bliss.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">A Vastness brooded free from sense of Space,
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">An Everlastingness cut off from Time. .
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<font face="Times New Roman">&quot;A stillness absolute, incommunicable. .<sup>3</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">Here seems to be the end of the quest, and one 
would fain stay there ever and ever in that status</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">. . occult, impenetrable,—
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<font face="Times New Roman">Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone.<sup>4</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">Ashwapati was perhaps about to be lured into that<b> </b> 
Bliss but</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Ibid: Book II: Canto</i> 7: p. 238.<br>
2 <i>Op. cit. Book II: Canto</i> 8: p. 262. </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">Op. cit. Book III: Cantos</font></i><font size="2"> 
1-2: pp. 349; 351.</font></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman"> </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">Op. cit.<b> </b> Book HI: Canto</font></i><font size="2"><b> </b>
1: p. 350.</font></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">suddenly a doubt enters into him—there is a 
hesitation, a<br>
questioning; he hears a voice:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;The ego is dead; we are free from being and 
care,<br>
&nbsp;We have done with birth and death and work and fate.<br>
&nbsp; 0 soul, it is too early to rejoice!<br>
&nbsp;Thou hast reached the boundless silence of the Self,<br>
&nbsp; Thou hast leaped into a glad divine abyss;</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;But where hast thou thrown self's mission and 
self's power ?<br>
&nbsp;On what dead bank on the Eternal's road?<sup>1</sup></font><sup> </sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ashwapati veers 
round. A new perception, a new consciousness begins to open within him. A new 
urge moves him. He has to start on a new journey, a new quest and achievement. 
The world exists neither as a Truth nor as an illusion in itself. It exists in 
and through the Mother of the worlds. There is a motive in its existence and it 
is her will that is being worked out in that existence. The world moves for the 
fulfilment of a purpose that is being evolved through earth-life and human-<br>
life. The ignorant incomplete human life upon earth is not the be-all and 
end-all of the life here. That life has to evolve into a life of light and love 
and joy perfect here below. Nature as it is now willl be transmuted into a new 
pure and radiant substance. Ashwapati is filled with this new urge and inspired 
by this new vision. He sees and understands now the truth of his life, the goal 
that has to be achieved, the great dream that has to be realised here upon earth 
in and through matter. He sees how nature has been labouring ceaselessly and 
tirelessly through aeons through eternity onward. He is now almost impatient to 
see the consummation here and now. The divine Voice however shows him the wisdom 
of working patiently, hastening slowly. The Voice admonishes him:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp; I ask thee not to merge thy heart of flame</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp; In the Immobile's wide uncaring bliss..
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp; Thy soul was born to share the' laden Force;</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp; Obey thy nature and fulfil thy fate:</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp; <font face="Times New Roman">Accept the difficulty and godlike toil,</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">* <i>Op. cit. Book III: Canto 2:</i> p. 
351.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;For the slow-paced omniscient purpose live. .
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;All things shall change in God's 
transfiguring hour.<sup>1</sup></font><sup>&nbsp;</sup><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
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&nbsp;<font face="Times New Roman">But the human flame once kindled is hard to put 
down. It seeks an immediate result. It does not understand the fullness of time. 
So Ashwapati cries out:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">Heavy and long are the years our labour counts
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">And still the seals are firm upon man's soul,
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<font face="Times New Roman">And&nbsp; weary is the ancient Mother's heart..
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Linger not long with thy transmuting hand
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Pressed vainly on one golden bar of Time..
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Let a great word be spoken from the heights</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;And one great act unlock the doors of Fate.&quot;<sup>2</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This great cry of 
the human soul moved the Divine Mother and she granted at last its prayer. She 
answered by bestowing of her motherly comfort on the yearning thirsty soul:</font>&nbsp;

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;0 strong forerunner, I have heard thy cry.
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;One shall descend and break the iron Law..
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;A seed shall be sown in Death's tremendous 
hour,
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;A branch of heaven transplant to human soil;</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;Nature shall overleap her mortal step;</font>&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<font face="Times New Roman">Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will.<sup>3</sup></font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">And She herself came down upon earth as Ashwapati's 
daughter to undertake the human labour and accomplish the Divine work.</font>

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<font face="Arial">(2)</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">The Divine Mother is upon earth as a human 
creature. She is to change the mortal earth into an immortal paradise. Earth at 
present is a bundle of material inconscience. The Supreme Consciousness has 
manifested itself as supreme unconsciousness.</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Op. cit. Book III: Canto</i> 4 pp. 
380; 386.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2 <i>Op. cit. Book III: Canto</i> 4 pp. 
390-391.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3 <i>Op. cit. Book III: Canto</i> 4 pp. 
391-392.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">The Divine has lost itself in pulverising itself, 
scattering itself abroad. Immortality is thus entombed here below in death. The 
task of the incarnate Supreme Consciousness is to revive the death-bound 
divinity, to free the human consciousness in its earthly life from the obscurity 
of the material unconsciousness,<br>
re-install it in its original radiant status of the Divine Consciousness.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Such is Savitri's mission. 
This mission has two sessions or periods. The first, that of preparation; the 
second, that of fulfilment. Savitri, the human embodiment was given only twelve 
months out of her earthly life and in that short space of time she had to do all 
the preparation. She knew her work from her very birth, she was conscious of her 
nature and the mission she was entrusted with. Now she is facing the crisis. 
Death is there standing in front. What is to be done, how is
she to proceed ? She was told she is to conquer Death, she is to establish 
immortal life upon mortal earth. The Divine Voice rings out:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Arise, soul, and vanquish 
Time and Death.<sup>1</sup></font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yes, she is ready to do 
it, but not for herself, but for her Love, the being who was the life other 
life. Savitri is the Divine Consciousness but here in the mortal body she is 
clothed in the human consciousness; it is the human consciousness that she is to 
lead upward and beyond and it <i>is</i> in and through the human consciousness 
that the Divine Realisation has to be expressed and established. The human 
Savitri declares: If Death is conquered, it is for the sake ofSatyavan living 
eternally with her. She seems to say: What I wish to see is the living Satyavan 
and I united with him for ever. I do not need an earthly life without him; with 
him I prefer to be in another world if necessary away from the obscurity and 
turmoil of this earth here.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My strength is taken from 
me and given to Death,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why should I lift my hands to 
the shut heavens..
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why should I strive with earth's 
unyielding laws<br>
<b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </b> Or stave off death's inevitable hour ? </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"> <br>
' <i>Op cit. Book VII: Canto</i> 2: p. 539.</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This surely is best to 
pactise with my fate</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And follow close behind my 
lover's step</font>

<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And pass through night 
from twilight to the sun. <sup>1</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">But a thunderous voice descends from above shaking 
Savitri to the very basis of her existence.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;And what shall thy soul 
say when it wakes and knows
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The work was left undone 
for which it came?&quot;<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thus a crisis very similar 
to that which Ashwapati had to face now confronts Savitri also. Both of them 
were at the crossroads away from the earth in the pure delights of the heavens 
or in the world labouring on earth's soil. Savitri's soul was now revealed to 
her in its fullness. She viewed the mighty destiny for
which she had come down and the great work she had to achieve here upon earth, 
not any personal or individual human satisfaction or achievement but a cosmic 
fulfilment, a global human realisation. The godhead in Savitri is now fully 
awake, established in its plenitude—the Divinity incarnate in the human frame. 
All the godheads, all the goddess-emanations now entered into her and moulded 
the totality of her mighty stature.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here begins then the 
second stage of her mission,—her work and achievement, the conquest of Death. 
Only the Divine human being can conquer Death. Savitri follows Death step by 
step revealing gradually the mystery of death, his personality and his true 
mission, although the dark God thinks that it is he who is taking away Satyavan 
and Savitri along with him, to his own home, his black annihilation. For Death 
is that in its first appearance, it is utter destruction, nothing-ness, 
non-existence. So the mighty Godhead declares in an imperious tone to the mortal 
woman Savitri:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is my silent dark 
immensity,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is the home of 
everlasting Night,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is the secrecy of 
Nothingness&nbsp;
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Entombing the vanity of 
life's desires..<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hopest thou still always to last and love<b> </b>?<sup>3</sup></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Op. cit. Book VII: Canto</i> 2: p. 
539.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2 <i>Op. cit. Book VII: Canto 2:</i> p. 
540.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3 <i>Op. cit. Book IX: Canto</i> 2: p. 
661.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Indeed Death is not merely 
a destruction of the body, it is in reality nothingness, non-being. The moment 
being, existence, reality manifested itself, established itself as a material 
fact, simultaneously there came out and stood against it, its opposite 
non-being, non-existence, non-reality; against an everlasting 'yes' there was 
posited an everlasting 'no'. And in 'fact, this everlasting No proves to be a 
greater effective reality, it has wound itself around every constituent atom of 
the
universe. That is what has expressed itself in the material domain as the 
irreversible degradation of energy and in the mortal world it is denial and 
doubt and falsehood—it is that which brings about failure in life, and 
frustration, misery and grief. But then Savitri's vision penetrated beyond and 
she saw, Death is a way of achieving the end more swiftly and more completely. 
The negation is an apparent obstacle in order to increase, to purify and 
intensify the speed of the process by
which the world and humanity is being remodelled and recreated. This terrible 
Godhead pursues the human endeavour till the end; until he finds that nothing 
more is to be done;</font>

<font face="Times New Roman">then his mission too is fulfilled.<sup>1</sup> So a 
last. cry, the cry of a desperate dying Death, pierces the universe and throws 
the final challenge to Savitri:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 0 human claimant to 
immortality,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Reveal thy power, lay bare 
thy spirit's force,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then will I give back to 
thee Satyavan.
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Or if the Mighty Mother is 
with thee,<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Show me her face that I may worship her;</font>&nbsp;

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Let deathless eyes look 
into the eyes of Death..2</font>

<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp; </font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp; Death's desire, his prayer too is 
fulfilled. He faces Savitri but this is not the Savitri against whom he fought. 
Whose is this voice ?</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 We are reminded here of a parallelism in 
Goethe's conception of the role of Satan (the Negative Principle) in human 
affairs. Satan is not merely a destroying<br>
devil, he is a constructive angel. For it is he</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">Who must goad and<b> </b>tease</font></i></font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman" size="2"><i>And toil to serve creation.
</i></font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">whenever</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-left:120px; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">Man's efforts sink below his proper level.</font></i></font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2 <i>Op. cit. Book X: Canto</i> 4: p. 745.</font><font size="2">
</font>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I hail thee almighty and 
victorious Death,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thou grandiose Darkness of 
the Infinite..
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have given thee thy 
awful shape of dread
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And thy sharp sword of 
terror and grief and pain
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To force the soul of man 
to struggle for light.<sup>1</sup></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What happens thereafter is 
something strange and tremendous and miraculous. Light flashed all around, a 
leaping tongue of fire spread out and the dark form of Death was burnt—not to 
ashes but to. blazing sparks of light:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His body was eaten by 
light, his spirit devoured.<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">Thus Death came to his death—not to death in 
reality but to a new incarnation. Death returned to his original divine Reality, 
an emanation of the Divine Mother.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A secret splendour rose 
revealed to sight
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Where once the vast 
embodied Void had stood.
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Night the dim mask had 
grown a wonderful face.<sup>3</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">In that domain of pure transcendent light stood 
face to face the human Savitri and the transformed Satyavan.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Arial">(3)</font>

		<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">SAVITRI has entered into the deathless luminous 
world where there is only faultless beauty, stainless delight and an unmeasured 
self-gathered strength. Savitri heard the melodious voice of the Divine:</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; You have now left earth's 
miseries and its impossible conditions, you have reached the domain of unalloyed 
felicity and you need not go back to the old turbulent life: dwell here both of 
you and enjoy eternal bliss.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But Savitri answered firm 
and moveless:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font face="Times New Roman">I climb not to thy 
everlasting<b> 
</b>Day,<b><br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
</b>Even as I have shunned thy eternal Night..</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2">1 <i>Op. cit. Book X: Canto</i> 4: p. 747. </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2">2 <i>Op<b>.</b> cit. Book X: Canto</i> 4: p. 749. </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2">3 <i>Op. cit. Book XI: Canto</i> 1: p. 762. </font>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Earth is the chosen 
place of mightiest souls;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Earth is the heroic 
spirit's battlefield. .</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy servitudes on earth 
are greater, king,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Than all the glorious 
liberties of heaven.<sup>1</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Once more Savitri, even 
like Ashwapati, has to make a choice between two destinies, two 
soul-movements—although the choice is already made even before it is offered to 
her. Ashwapati had to abandon, we know, the silent immutable transcendent status 
of pure light in order to bathe in this lower earthly light. Savitri too as the 
prototype of human consciousness chose and turned to this light of the earth.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Rishi of the Upanishad 
declared: they who worship only Ignorance enter into darkness, but they who 
worship knowledge alone enter into a still darker darkness. This world of 
absolute light which Savitri names 'everlasting day' is what the Upanishadic 
Rishi sees and describes as the golden lid upon the face
of the Sun. The Sun is the complete integral-light of the Truth in its fullness. 
The golden covering has to be removed if one is to see the Sun itself—to live 
the integral life, one has to possess the integral truth.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So it is that Savitri 
comes down upon earth and standing upon its welcoming soil speaks to Satyavan as 
though consoling him for having abandoned their own abode in heaven to dwell 
among mortal men:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Heaven's touch fulfils but 
cancels not our earth. .
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Still am I she who came to 
thee mid the murmur</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of sunlit leaves upon this 
forest verge..
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All that I was before, I 
am to thee still. .<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Voicing Satyavan's 
thought and feeling, all humanity, the whole world in joy and gratefulness, 
utters this <i>mantra</i> of thanksgiving:</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If this is she of whom the 
world has heard,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wonder no more at any 
happy change.<sup>3</sup></font>&nbsp;

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Op. cit. Book XI: Canto</i> 1: p. 
770.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2 <i>Op. cit. Book XII: Canto:</i> p. 808.<br>
8 BooAA77.-p.812.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<b>
<font face="Arial">(4)</font>

		</b>

		<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">IN her <i>Prayers and Meditations</i> the Mother 
says:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Comme I'homme n'a pas voulu du repas que j'avais 
prepare avec tant d'amour et de soin, alors j'ai invite Ie Dieu a Ie prendre.</i></font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Et mon Dieu, Tu as accepte mon invitation et Tu 
es venu T'asseoir a ma table; et en change de ma pauvre et humble offrande
Tu m'as octroye la finale liberation</i></font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What is this banquet that 
she prepared for man and which man refused ? It is nothing else than the Life 
Divine here below —the life of the Gods enjoying immortality, full of the 
supreme light and power, love and delight. Man refused because for him it is 
something too high, too great. Being a creature earth- bound and of small 
dimensions he can seize and appreciate only small things, little specks of a 
material world. He refused, first of all, because of his ignorance, he does not 
know, nor is he capable of conceiving that there are such things as immortal 
life, divinity, unobscured light, griefless love, or a radiant, tranquil, 
invisible energy. He does not know and yet he is arrogant, arrogant in his 
little knowledge, his petty power, in his blind self-sufficiency. Furthermore, 
besides ignorance and
arrogance there is an element of revolt in him, for in his half- wakefulness 
with his rudimentary consciousness, if ever he came in contact with something 
that is above and beyond him, if a shadow of another world happens to cross his 
threshold, he is not at peace, does not want to recognise but denies and even
curses it.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Divine Mother brings 
solace and salvation. For the Grace it is such a small and easy thing, it is a 
wonder how even such a simple, natural, inconspicuous thing could be refused by 
anybody.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If man finds no use for 
the gift she has brought down for him, naturally she will take it back and 
return it to Him to whom it belongs, for all things belong to the Supreme Lord,</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <sup>1</sup> &quot;Since the 
man refused the meal I had prepared with so much love and care,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;I invoked the God to take it.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp; My God, Thou hast accepted my 
invitation, Thou hast come to sit at my table,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;and in exchange for my poor and 
humble offering Thou hast granted<b> </b> to me the<br>
last liberation.&quot;</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">even She belongs to Him, as She is one with Him. 
The Gita says: there is nothing else than the Brahman in the creation—the doer, 
the doing and the deed, all are essentially He. In the sacrifice that is this 
moving, acting universe, the offerer, the offering and the offered, each and 
every element is the Brahman —<i>brahmarpanam brahma havih.</i></font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This gesture of the Divine 
Mother teaches us also what should be the approach and attitude of human beings 
in all their activities. In all our movements we should always remember Him, 
refer to Him, consider that in the last analysis each and every movement comes 
from Him and we must always offer them to Him, return them to the parent-source 
from where they come, therein lies freedom, the divine detachment which the 
individual must possess always in order to be one
with Him, feel one's identity with Him.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="center">
<font face="Arial">&nbsp;(5)</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="center">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">MAN'S refusal of the Divine Grace has been depicted 
very beautifully and graphically in a perfect dramatic form by Sri Aurobindo in <i>
Savitri.</i> The refusal comes one by one from the three constituent parts of 
the human being. First of all man is a material being, a bodily creature, as 
such he is a being of ignorance and misery, of brutish blindness. He does not 
know that there is something other than his present state of misfortune and dark 
fate. He is not even aware that there may be anything higher or nobler than the 
ugliness he is steeped in. He lives on earth-life with an earth-consciousness, 
moves mechanically and helplessly through vicissitudes over which he has no 
control. Even so the material life is not a mere despicable thing; behind its 
darkness, behind its sadness, behind all its
infirmities, the Divine Mother is there upholding it and infusing into it her 
grace and beauty. Indeed, she is one with this world of sorrows, she has in 
effect become it in her infinite pity and love so that this material body of 
hers may become conscious of its divine substance and manifest her true form. 
But the human being individualised and separated in egoistic consciousness has 
lost the sense of its inner reality and is vocal only in regard to its outward 
formulation. It is natural for physical man</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">therefore to reject and deny the physical Godhead 
in him, he even curses it and wants to continue as he is. He yells therefore .in 
ignorance and anguish:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am the Man of Sorrows, I 
am he</font>&nbsp;

<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who is nailed on the wide 
cross of the Universe..</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I toil like the animal, 
like the animal die.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am man the rebel, man 
the helpless serf..</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I know my fate will ever 
be the same,</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </b> &nbsp;It is my Nature's work 
that cannot change..</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was made for evil, evil 
is my lot;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Evil I must be and by evil 
live;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Naught other can I do, but 
be myself;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What Nature made, that I 
must remain.<sup>1</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Divine glory manifests 
itself for a moment to the earthly consciousness but man refuses to be pulled 
out of its pigsty. The Grace with draws but in its Supreme Consciousness of 
unity and love consoles the fallen creature and gives it the assurance:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </b> One day I 
will return, a bringer of strength..</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Misery shall pass 
abolished from the earth;</font>

<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The world shall be freed 
from the anger of the Beast.<sup>.2</sup></font>

		<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">The basic status or foundation of Man, in fact of 
creation, is earth, the material organisation. After the body, next comes the 
life and Life-power. Here man attains a larger dynamic being of energy and 
creative activity. Here too, on this level, what man is or what he achieves is 
only a reflection, a shadow, but mostly a misshapen resemblance, an aberration 
of the divine reality that hides behind, and yet half-reveals itself. That 
Godhead is the Mother's form of Might, we name it
variously, Kali and Durga and Lakshmi, for it is Her Grace that is ultimately 
expressed and fulfilled in this world of vital power. It is because of this 
realising power of the Mother that</font>&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
<font face="Times New Roman">Slowly the Light grows greater in the East,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slowly the world 
progresses on God's road.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<sup><i><font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1</font></i></sup><font size="2"><font face="Times New Roman"><i>Book 
VII: Canto</i> 4: pp. 574-6.<br>
<i><sup>2</sup>Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 576.</font>
		</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><b>&nbsp;</b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His seal is on my 
task, it cannot fail;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shall hear the silver 
swing of heaven's gates<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When God comes out to meet the soul of the world.<sup>1</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But man in the strength of 
his ignorance and arrogance does not recognise this Goddess. Human power, we 
have said, is a reflection, a shadow of the Divine Power but most often it is a 
deformed, a perverted Divine Power. Man is full of his egoistic vital 
self-confidence: he believes it is his own will that is realising all, all which 
is achieved here; whatever he has created, it is through the might of his own 
merit and whatever new creations will be done in the future will be through the<br>
Grace of his own genius. A mighty vital selfhood obscures his consciousness and 
he sees nothing else, understands nothing else beyond the reach of that limited 
vision. This is the Rakshasa, this is the Asura in man. Here is his philosophy 
of life:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
I climb, a claimant to the throne of heaven.
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
The last born of the earth, I stand the first..
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
I am God still unevolved in human form;</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
Even if he is not, he becomes in me. .</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
No magic can surpass my magic's skill.</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
There is no miracle I shall not achieve.<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So this vital being in man 
in his Rakshasic hunger and Asuric self-conceit rejects the Divine Power that is 
in fact behind him too, supporting him. The Goddess, in the wake of her 
predecessor, goes back from where she came, leaving however a, consoling word, 
assuring that one day she will return; she will bide her time. For one day,</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
The cry of the ego shall be hushed within,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
Its lion-roar that claims the world as food,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
All shall be might and bliss and happy force.<sup>3</sup></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In his body man is the beast, in 
the vital he is the Rakshasa and the Asura, he rises now into the mind.<b> </b> 
And in the mind</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 579.<br>
<i>2-Book VII: Canto</i> 4: pp. 580-2.<br>
<i>3Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 583.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">'he is the human being proper, he has attained his 
own humanity. Here he has received the light of knowledge, a wider and deeper 
consciousness, he has unveiled the secret mysteries of Nature, brought to play 
hidden forces that were unknown and untapped. All these achievements have been 
possible for man because it is the Mother of Light that is behind and has come 
forward to shed something of her luminous presence around. But man has no 
inkling of the presence of this luminous Deity, his own light has been a screen 
in front of the inner divine light. It is not possible for the human mind to 
seize the higher light: his consciousness, his knowledge is too narrow, too 
superficial, too dull to comprehend what is beyond. This Divine Light is also a 
thing of delight, the consciousness it possesses is also the very essence of Joy 
and Felicity. But all that is occult to the human knowledge. Man considers Truth 
is his property, whatever truth is there his understanding can grasp it and 
bring it to play: Truth and Reality are commensurate with his own consciousness, 
his mental comprehension. What others speak of as realities of the spirit, 
truths transcendental, are an illusion and delusion. This is what is usually 
known as the scientific mind, the rational consciousness. An orthodox
scientific mentality is in the first instance a thing of overweening 
self-confidence, of arrogant self-assertion. It declares in its formidable 
pride:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I&nbsp; have seized the 
cosmic energies for my use.</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have pored on her 
infinitesimal elements
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And her invisible atoms 
have unmasked. .<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If God is at work his secrets I have found.<sup>1</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This imperiousness in man 
seems however to be a sheer imperviousness: it is a mask, a hollow appearance; 
for with all his knowledge, at the end he has attained no certainty, no 
absoluteness. There is something behind, all the outer bravado he flourishes has 
a sense of helplessness, at times almost as pitiable as that of a child; for he 
finds at last</font>&nbsp;

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;All is a speculation or a 
dream:</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the end the world 
itself becomes a doubt.<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<i><font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1</font></i><font face="Times New Roman" size="2"><i>Book 
VII.-Canto 4: p. 589.<br>
</i>2 <i>Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 589, </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is true his survey of 
the universe, his knowledge of boundless Nature and the inexhaustible 
multiplicities of creation have given him a sense of the endless and the 
infinite but he has not the necessary light or capacity to follow those lines of 
infinity, on the contrary, there is a shrinking in him at the touch of such. 
vastnesses; his small humanity makes him desperately earth-bound, his aspiration 
follows the lines of least resistance:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Our smallness saves us from the 
Infinite.</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In a frozen grandeur lone 
and desolate
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Call me not to die the 
great eternal Death. .
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Human I am, human let me 
remain<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Till in the Inconscient I fall dumb and sleep.<sup>1</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thus, this Goddess too, is 
rejected like her previous comrades, the Mother of Light, the Deity who is 
properly the guide and ruler of man's own destiny. Even she is refused but hers 
is not to complain, in tranquil quietness she brings comfort and hope to the 
troubled human mind and says she goes to come back in the fullness of her 
incarnation. She utters divinely:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; One day I shall return, 
His hands in mine,
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And thou shalt see the 
face of the Absolute.
</font>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then shall the holy 
marriage be achieved,</font><p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then shall the divine 
family be born.<sup>2</sup></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Arial">(6)</font>

		<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">To the inconscient and ignorant human nature, 
Savitri, the Divine's delegate presents the powers and personalities that are 
behind man's present infirmities—these broken images of true realities lying 
scattered about in the front of existence. Man will be made conscious, he is 
being made conscious step by step precisely by such relations from time to time. 
The Vedic image is that of the eternal succession of dawns whose beginning no 
one knows, nor the end, that creation proceeds from light to light, from 
consciousness to higher reaches of consciousness.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1 <i>Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 590.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman" size="2">2 <i>Book VII: Canto</i> 4: p. 591.</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">From the material life through the vital and the 
mental life he first reaches the spiritual life and finally the Life Divine. 
From the animal he rises to manhood, and in the end to Godhood.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But there are 
intermediaries. The fullness of the realisation depends on the fullness of the 
incarnation. The Evil in the body, the Evil in the vital, the Evil in the mind 
are, whatever their virulence and intransigence, subsidiary agents, for they 
serve only a mightier Lord. The first original Sin is Death, the God of Denial, 
of non-existence. That is the very source— <i>fons et origo—</i>the fount and 
origin of all the misfortune, the fate that terrestrial life involves. This 
demon, this anti-Divine has to be tracked and destroyed or dissolved into its 
original origin. This is the Nihil that negates the Divine—<i>Asat</i> that 
seeks to nullify <i>Sat</i> and that has created this world of ignorance and 
misery, that is to say, in its outward pragmatic form. So Savitri sees the one 
source and knows the remedy. Therefore she pursues death, pursues him to the 
end, that is, to the end of death. The luminous energy of the Supreme faces now 
its own shadow and blazes it up. The flaming Light corrodes into the substance 
of the darkness and makes of it her own transfigured substance. This then is the 
gift that Savitri brings to man, the Divine's own immortality, transfusing the 
mortality that reigns now upon earth.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In view of the necessity 
of the age, for the crucial, critical and, in a way, final consummation of 
Nature's evolutionary urge, the Divine Himself has to come down in the fullness 
of His divinity; for only then can the earth be radically changed and wholly 
transformed. In the beginning the Divine once came down, but by sacrificing 
Himself, being pulverised, scattered and lost in the infinitesimals of a 
universal, material, unconsciousness. Once again He has to come down, but this 
time in the supreme glory of His victorious Luminosity.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This then is the occult, 
the symbolic sense of the Mother's gesture turning away from man with her gifts 
and returning to the Divine Himself, and inviting Him as the chief guest of 
honour upon this earth. Or, in the Vedic image. He is to come as the flaming 
front and leader of the journeying sacrifice that is this universal existence.</font>

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