LETTERS TO CHANDULAL Portraits of Chandulal by the Mother (1931) Page-122 To Chandulal, the ever-smiling child, ( September 17, 1931) Page-123 Sweet Mother, grant that we may simply be, now and forever, thy little children. Patience The capacity to wait steadily for the Realisation to come. By his way of thinking, feeling, acting, each one emanates vibrations which constitute his own atmosphere and quite naturally attract vibrations of similar nature and quality. So long as you are capable of giving somebody a beating you open the door to the possibility of being given a beating yourself. Sin be

INTRODUCTION Here are two series of valuable correspondence. The first is between the Mother and Vasudha, one of the earliest members of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. Vasudha came to Pondicherry as a girl of fourteen on 19 February 1928, about two months after my own arrival. She accompanied her brother Chandulal whose correspondence with the Mother forms the second series. I remember both brother and sister as they were in those baby-years of the Ashram as well as their lives as sadhaks in later times. Both stood happily in the sunshine of the Mother's love — and their work brought a special attention to their souls from that light of lights. The Mother used to ca

LETTERS TO CHANDULAL May we rise above the ordinary forms of manifestations, so that Thou canst find the necessary instruments for thy new manifestation. May we be always one with Thy Force, a Force which the earth does not yet know and to reveal which is the mission Thou hast given us. 0 the sweetness of Thy calm certitude, the power of Thy Peace 1 This makes a beautiful programme... it will make a still better realisation. August 12, 1932 It is with the concentration of our will and the intensity of our aspiration that we can hasten the day of victory. August 13, 1932 As to my belief in the efficacy of prayer, I believe

Letters To My Little smile My dear maman, The frames of our cots have been replaced. This evening Chandulal told me that you. had written to him a note this morning not to forget to fix the frames. I had already forgotten and when Chandulal told me that you had reminded him 1 was surprised. Your child It was not necessary for you to remember since I had not forgotten. November 2, 1933 My dear maman, This morning at 10.30 I went to the market with P. I bought some gold thread ( for the apron ), needles for the sewing machine and a crochet-needle. I have started the apron, it will be very beautiful, almost like the embroidery

The Mother ( October 11, 1954) Letters To My Little smile Portraits of Vasudha by the Mother (1931) Your portrait when you smile, with your head on my lap. My dear little smile, You should not lose patience, nor courage; things will turn out all right. The state in which you were while embroidering "Silence"1 (flowers) cannot return as it was, for in the world things are never exactly reproduced; everything changes and moves forward — but the state of mental peace you have experienced will be nothing in comparison with the one — much deeper and more complete — that you will experience. You must keep intact y

February 15, 1915 0 LORD of Truth, thrice have I implored Thy manifestation invoking Thee with deep fervour. Then, as always, the whole being made its total submission. At that moment the consciousness perceived the individual being mental, vital and physical, covered all over with dust, and this being lay prostrate before Thee, its forehead touching the earth, dust in the dust, and it cried to Thee, "0 Lord, this being made of dust prostrates itself before Thee praying to be consumed with the fire of the Truth that it may henceforth manifest only Thee." Then Thou saidst to it, "Arise, thou art pure of all that is dust." And suddenly, in a stroke, all the dust sank from it li

July 12, 1918 SUDDENLY, before Thee, all my pride fell. I understood how futile it was in Thy Presence to wish to surmount oneself, and I wept, wept abundantly and without constraint the sweetest tears of my life. Tears sweet and beneficent, tears that opened my heart without constraint before Thee and melted in one miraculous moment all the remaining obstacles that could separate me from Thee! And now, although I weep no longer, I feel so near, so near to Thee that my whole being quivers with joy. Let me stammer out my homage: I have cried too with the joy of a child, "0 supreme and only Confidant, Thou who knowest beforehand all we can say to Thee

January 24, 1914 O THOU who art the sole reality of our being, 0 sublime Master of love. Redeemer of life, let me have no longer any other consciousness than of Thee at every instant and in each being. When I do not live solely with Thy life, I agonise, I sink slowly towards extinction; for Thou art my only reason for existence, my one goal, my single support. I am like a timid bird not yet sure of its wings and hesitating to take its flight; let me soar to reach definitive identity with Thee. Page - 26 February 1, 1914 I TURN towards Thee who art everywhere and within all and outside all, intimate essence of all and remote from all, centre of condensation fo

November 2, 1912 ALTHOUGH my whole being is in theory consecrated to Thee, 0 Sublime Master, who art the life, the light and the love in all things, I still find it hard to carry out this consecration in detail. It has taken me several weeks to learn that the reason for this written meditation, its justification, lies in the very fact of addressing it daily to Thee. In this way I shall put into material shape each day a little of the conversation I have so often with Thee; I shall make my confession to Thee as well as it may be; not because I think I can tell Thee anything— for Thou art Thyself everything, but our artificial and exterior way of seeing and understanding is, if it may be