-19_The Supramental Manifestation of February 29 1956 (Indra Sen).htm The Supramental Manifestation of February 29,1956* EXTRACTS FROM NOTES OF TWO INTERVIEWS WITH THE MOTHER May 13,1956 THE MOTHER: Were you here on the 29th February? Yes, Mother, I was here. I arrived the same day in the morning and I was present at the "Questions and Answers" and the Meditation. THE MOTHER: Did you feel anything then? No, Mother. All I was aware of is that it was a calm and quiet meditation. It is only on the Darshan Day, the 24th April, that a vague and faint sense of reality of the New Force came to me. And since then the feeling of it has been growing, but I don't have a clear a

The Passing of the Mother* The Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram left her body on November 17 at 7.25 p.m. Clinically, her departure has been attributed to heart-failure. Spiritually, we may assert that there could never be a failure of the Mother's heart in the sense either of ceasing to work or of falling short of its goal. Her physical heart was only an outer expression, under self-imposed limits, of a power that was endless in its working. We may well describe it in Sri Aurobindo's words about the central character in his epic Savitri—she who was figured as the incarnation of the Supreme Shakti: A heart of silence in the hands of joy Inhabited with rich

-28_An Experience on the Mother's Samadhi Day (Lalita).htm An Experience on the Mother's Samadhi Day* Heart-broken and utterly depressed I came to You, my dearest Mother, feeling lost and forlorn. It was between 1 and 2 a.m. on the 20th November. "Is this a defeat of the Divine?" I asked. "Why did you leave Your body when all along we were expecting its transformation? Life is not worth living any longer, for all my hopes and aspirations were centred in You. You were the heart of my heart, my sole guide and protector." As I sat complaining thus and weeping inwardly near Your body which lay in state in the Meditation Hall, I felt a strong Force pulling me deep within myself until I lost all

-34_A Dream-Vision of the Mother (Sehra).htm A Dream-Vision of the Mother** Outside Sri Aurobindo's room I was waiting for the Mother to come from the room in the eastern wing where she used to stand and receive people in the course of every morning. Some people were in that room. The Mother entered it, spoke with them and then turned and saw me. Smiling, she put both her arms forward as if to draw me towards her. I went and held her hands and told her: "Mother, I am depressed because I've to see you only in my dreams-and that also not every night." She then took me near Sri Aurobindo's room and said a little angrily: "Why can't you open your eyes and see me whenever you want to see? I am alway

-21_The Mother on the Inner Divine (Srimayi).htm The Mother on the Inner Divine* A PRONOUNCEMENT IN THE MIDDLE1960's You have to cling only to the Divine within. I have seen much in the world and always I found everything transitory. But when I met Sri Aurobindo, I said to myself, "Ah, this is stable at last!" (Pause) What a knock on the nose I received when Sri Aurobindo left his body. Of course, he is right here within me (the Mother put her hand on her chest), I can speak to him. He is close. But (spreading out her palms to both sides) he is not in the physical. One must cling to the Divine within. All these things—harmony in the collective and so on—they are all right, but it is to the Divine wi

An Interview with the Mother about the Return of Sri Aurobindo* At the beginning of May 1952, during one of my visits to the Ashram from Bombay, I met the Mother in her room at the Playground. It was on the eve of my departure. What she had said at the end of 1950 about Sri Aurobindo coming back in a supramental body had been in my mind pretty often in the period after it, acutely missing him as I had done—missing him not only as a most compassionate and illuminating Guru but also as a most delightfully enlightening critic of literature and a correspondent most patient, understanding, intimate and voluminous. So, just before ta

Some Letters of the Mother* [THE QUESTIONS ARE QUOTED BEFORE THE REPLIES] (Pardon my writing to you without any specific reason; but I felt like telling you that you are extremely dear to me. In spite of my thousand and three imperfections, this one sense remains in me—that you are my Mother, that I am born from your heart. It is the only truth I seem to have realised in all these years. A very unfortunate thing, perhaps, that I have realised no other truth; but I deeply thank you that I have been enabled to feel this much at least.) Sri Aurobindo's reply: "It is an excellent foundation for the other Truths that are to come—for they all result from it." The

An Interview with the Mother about an Extraordinary Death* I returned to Pondicherry in the evening. Next morning I went to the daily Balcony Darshan. The Mother caught sight of me and smiled and kept looking at me for a long time. After this I went straight upstairs to see her. It was a lovely meeting, with the Mother looking deep and long into my eyes. I asked her if she would meet me for five or ten minutes alone in the course of the morning. She at once consented. I had my interview at about 11.30. She was sitting in her chair with eyes half shut and I went and sat at her feet, placing my hands upon them. I asked her whether

INCARNATION Would you conceive her self? A sheer abyss Of reverie existing by its own Grandeur of inexhaustible silences That know all secrets through a light unknown. Nor her divinity the clay ensheathes: Those pure immitigable joys unblind Each human pore and her whole body breathes The large and lustrous odour of her mind. Sri Aurobindo's Comment "It is very good. Such inversions as in the fifth line should not be too often used, as in modern English they are apt to be puzzling. It is from the Illumined Mind that the poem as a whole seems to have come. Most of your poems now are from there. "Lines 1-3: Illumined s

MERE OF DREAM The Unknown above is a mute vacancy— But in the mere of dream wide wings are spread. An ageless bird poising a rumour of gold Upon prophetic waters hung asleep. The veils of vastitude are cloven white, The burden of unreachable blue is lost: A ring of hills around a silver hush, The far mind haloed with mysterious dawn Treasures in the deep eye of thought-suspense An eagle-destiny beaconing through all time. Sri Aurobindo's Comment On an earlier version not including lines 5 and 6: "First line from the higher Mind, the next five from the illumined Mind—the last two I can't very well s