-29_Nothing Was Different; Everything Was Different (Jocelyn).htm 23 "Nothing Was Different; Everything Was Different" Jocelyn Maggie met us at the bottom of the green carpeted staircase in the Meditation Hall at 2.30 p.m. with an enormous smile and a small gift for me. We went upstairs. At the second landing Maggie pointed a door on the right and said in a hushed voice that inside that door was Sri Aurobindo's room. We went through an open doorway to our left, through a long room which had bookcases covered with dust sheets all along the wall and big long table in the center which might have been a library table, out onto a little porch, and then up another, narrower green carpeted s

-43_To Be Only Thy Servant Is All I Ask (Donald Fisher).htm 13 "To Be Only Thy Servant Is All I Ask" Donald Fisher The first time I saw Mother, was the day my father left his body. In the morning, I heard him calling and when I went into his room, he told me, "Your Mother was here." Naturally I understood that it was my physical mother. And I knew that his time would come soon. But a little later, he called me again. And this time he was smiling very happily. He shook hands with me and then he closed his eyes. Beside his bed I saw a shadow. It was in profile. Somehow I knew it was not my physical mother but still it was Mother. Later on when I came to the Ashram, I saw the photo of The Mother

-40_From Sports, Your Aptitude Has Changed to Literature (Raju).htm 10 "From Sports, Your Aptitude Has Changed to Literature" Raju Since my childhood, I have been inclined for higher values in life and for spiritual life. I remember one sadhu going around our villages in Andhra Pradesh, asking people money (biksha) for building Ram temple. I was seven or eight years old then. I joined him and went around a few villages assisting him. I was aware that some great guidance was indirectly leading my path. This inner urge developed in such a way that I wanted to see Avatarapurusha in his physical body. I went to Shirdi. I had no money to buy food. The manager of the mandir offered

-19_Her Organisational Power Was Tremendous (Kamla and Krishna Tewari).htm 13 "Her Organisational Power Was Tremendous" Kamla and Krishna Tewari Krishna Tewari: I am going to talk about the year before I actually met the Mother - because that year was one of the most momentous years in my life and in the history of this great country called Bharat—India; I refer to the year 1971—the year in preparation of Sri Aurobindo's centenary year 1972. I was in the Army posted in Calcutta and we were confronted suddenly with a very grave situation, when in East Pakistan which is presently Bangladesh, a big problem arose, as a result of which millions of refugees started coming into Indian part of

-17_It Rained (Shraddhavan).htm 11 It Rained Shraddhavan I came here in 1970. It may be interesting for you to know what the system of admission into Auroville was at that time. There was an application form to be filled in and on that one's photograph was affixed and the form had to be given to a member of Auroville Administrative Committee (Comite Administrative d'Auroville)—which at that time consisted of Monsieur Andre (the Mother's son), Roger and Navajata. I had come to Auroville through somebody and that person took me to Roger. I had filled in the form and from the form Roger saw that I had some experience working with children and immediately got quite enthusiastic and said: "O

"In the Material Realisation of Matrimandir, Her Vision Should Not Be Changed" Roger Anger AN INTERVIEW I have been always reluctant to talk about my contact with the Mother. I cannot communicate that contact to others. It is psychic. I was not visiting the Ashram for sadhana. My purpose was different. She proposed to me to collaborate in the project of Auroville, for architectural purpose; to transfer Her vision of knowledge of the city into the material field. It is so difficult for me to achieve this even after 30 or more years — to clarify to people what Her vision is, what She communicated to me, and to implement in the physical

-18_Kali, the Destroyer of Obstacles (Roger Toll).htm 12 Kali, the Destroyer of Obstacles Roger Toll It's wonderful to be here after a long time. I came to Pondicherry from London at the very start of 1972. I had wanted to come immediately after I discovered Sri Aurobindo and the Mother a few months earlier, but the Bangladesh war intervened. Having used the months of waiting to read much of the works of Sri Aurobindo, I arrived at the Ashram and very soon met Navajata. I don't know what he saw, but he mentioned me to the Mother and She asked me to come to see Her. I went to Her a few days later, which was perhaps the 17th of February. It was a totally unexpected grace to see Her; I knew t

-05_In a Solitude and an Immensity (Dr. Beena R. Nayak).htm PART I "In a Solitude and an Immensity" Dr. Beena R. Nayak Down the dusty lanes of memories in time, the one of meeting the Mother shines like a beacon which made me see myself in the mirror of my soul. This memory is timeless, invincible like the golden weft and warp of the woven fabric of Self Imperishable. That momentous meeting with Her can be described best from these lines from Sri Aurobindo's 'Savitri': Then suddenly there rose a sacred stir. Amid the lifeless silence of the Void In a solitude and an immensity A sound came quivering like a loved footfall Heard in the listening spaces of the soul; A touch

Invitation With wind and the weather beating round me Up to the hill and the moorland I go. Who will come with me? Who will climb with me? Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow? Not in the petty circle of cities Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell; Over me God is blue in the welkin, Against me the wind and the storm rebel. I sport with solitude here in my regions, Of misadventure have made me a friend. Who would live largely? Who would live freely? Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend. I am the lord of tempest and mountain, I am the Spirit of freedom and pride. Stark must he be and a kinsman to dange

-13_Tomorrow Morning, Sunrise (Chamanlal Gupta).htm 7 "Tomorrow Morning, Sunrise" Chamanlal Gupta It is indeed a blessing to be remembering and thinking of the Mother during this week of Auroville's birthday. This occasion is sandwiched, very appropriately, between Her own birthday and the birthday of Auroville. This is a beautiful place and the Mother loved beauty very much. I think that, from somewhere She is watching over us happily. Starting in early fifties—I first time came here in 1954—I had interactions with the Mother at three levels: first, personally; second, in regard to the work at the Ashram; and third, in regard to work at Auroville. I will limit myself to the last. Firs