-24_letter_6.4.1958 .htm Below are extracts from letters written to a Dutch friend with whom Janina lived first in Palestine and later in Germany. The letters describe her impressions of the Mother and about her life experience in the Ashram. 6.4.1958 The divine child cannot go back to the Father with empty hands - and nothing less than all will do. Now I really feel it. Every movement, even the tiniest, belongs to Her and I just go on, first stating and beginning to feel that each thought, feeling, action in me is Hers and then immediately giving it, offering it to Her. And all this She is doing in me, She Herself. I feel like smiling at everything and everybody, as

The Service Tree at the Samadhi O Thou faithful bearer of the rusty shields, Holy Service Tree! Thy fragrant blessings on my heart's praying fields... Thanksgiving to thee. O humble crown, green vigil of delight, Guard proud of God, Thy blessings-shields borne high by the flaming Knight, High where no fighter has trod, Are crushed into pollen of throbbing gold, O vault of luminous shade, Look! Bunches of blossoming lights behold! And the shadows of old fade... Rustling mystery-tale! Love with covered face Bent over the New-born! One day under the shield of diamond grace Thy emerald vi

-17_letter_7.1.1958 .htm Below are extracts from letters written to a Dutch friend with whom Janina lived first in Palestine and later in Germany. The letters describe her impressions of the Mother and about her life experience in the Ashram. 7.1.1958 The most wonderful thing here is, that everything gets another meaning - another vibration - as the Divine lives here in a body. Maybe it is most for those whose psychic has opened and who go on deepening their self-giving and surrender, but it is so. For example the word adoration gets completely another sense when you just thrill in a state of Love for the Highest that exists and this Highest smiles and sighs and trans

-33_letter_30.6.1958 .htm Below are extracts from letters written to a Dutch friend with whom Janina lived first in Palestine and later in Germany. The letters describe her impressions of the Mother and about her life experience in the Ashram. 30.6.1958 I am prostrating myself before the chief who is Herself and things are becoming clearer and more harmonious. My life seems to be becoming slowly concentrated only on Her. I have endless conversations with my God and I begin to discover that He (or She), being the Immensity, is at the same time something very, very simple. I can quarrel with Her, or put my head on Her lap and cry, or I can smile and laugh. She will acc

-18_letter_8.1.58 .htm Below are extracts from letters written to a Dutch friend with whom Janina lived first in Palestine and later in Germany. The letters describe her impressions of the Mother and about her life experience in the Ashram. 8.1.58 Yesterday I grasped what She wanted from me. For two days already I felt from time to time as if a mountain or huge waves were coming on me and pushing me back. She wants me to step back this time, as completely as I can - and to make room for Her. And I feel how foolish it is to push oneself into a place which God wants to occupy. But I grasped it with my heart rather. It was yesterday evening during the French talk for

Mother on Janina's Passing I remember, the very day Janina died (she died at about six in the morning, I think), around four in the morning, suddenly something made me take interest in this question: What will the new form be like? What will it be like? And I looked at man and at the animal. Then I saw that there would be a much greater difference between man and the new form than between man and the animal. I started to see things, and it happened that Janina was there (in her thought, but a quite material and very concrete thought). And it was ver

-27_letter_15.4.1958 .htm Below are extracts from letters written to a Dutch friend with whom Janina lived first in Palestine and later in Germany. The letters describe her impressions of the Mother and about her life experience in the Ashram. 15.4.1958 You ask about the bed I sleep on. It is comfortable, probably American, with iron springs - and an arrangement for a mosquito net, but this I will use when there is more rain. And my dresses? All are useful in a way - I mean the summer dresses, although I was told that it can be quite cold in winter, so I shall probably need the summer jacket as well. I have now terrible "fights" with unconsciousness and inertia, b

Gangadhar A Happy Child of the Mother Edited by Sanjay Bhatt '71 This interview was taken on 15 October 1982 by Peter Wohler and Aloka Ghose '72 in Gangadhar's room, then in a house in the lane to the south of the present Ambabhikshu complex. What charmed Aloka and Peter but sadly cannot be reproduced is the musicality of his voice and laughter which, along with his gestures and expressions, carried them into the mukta spirit behind his words— be learned English only after he joined the Ashram. We have kept as close as possible to his language but, per force, edited/omitted the breaks, meanderings, repetitions, rephras

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FLOOD OF GRACE AND GOLDEN LIGHT (1977) VISIONS AND EXPERIENCES IT is by Grace that I came into contact with the Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram in my youth when she visited my village Veerampattinam, four miles off Pondicherry, in 1928. She poured Her looks of Grace into my heart. I was soon attracted to join the Ashram in my twentieth year which fell in 1933. I come from a poor and uneducated family. I had only completed the lower standards of school education. All the sadhana or spiritual discipline that I did and am still doing is wholly centred upon the work which She gave to me. I work in the sanitary service of the Ashram. By doing the work with sincer