Here is a compilation of all the instalments of the
second canto of the Book of Beginnings
of Savitri, The Issue. There is first brief paraphrase of the original text
which is followed in bold by the Mother’s explanation as recorded by Huta when
she was doing the Savitri-paintings
with her. This is a first draft which will form the basis of a more thorough
and complete description of the theme as we have in the epic. While this work is
being done, it is requested that alert and perceptive readers and lovers of Savitri may make suggestions and offer
comments to improve the quality of the overall presentation. In the final
version there will be brief introduction of what had preceded this canto, as
well as what is going to follow it. This centrality of it is crucial in
understanding the structure and development of Savitri which is architectonically so elaborate and massive that,
very often, it becomes difficult to penetrate into its overall scheme of
presentation. But once the clue is found, one simply marvels at the
creative-expressive power and its knowledge-force working out a thousand
details in their minuteness. Only a yogi-poet can do it.
The fated day of Satyavan’s death has arrived and, even as Savitri gets well ready early in the morning, she prepares herself to confront universal Time and Fate, to challenge the destined moment and destiny. If the required price has to be paid to the God of Pain, and she is going to do it by bearing upon herself the entire affliction associated with it. In this great undertaking of hers she is helped by the eternal Hand, and she makes her small daily acts a sacrifice to the presiding divinity. She recollects the past and knows that it does carry the unknown future in its breast, full of hopes, and therefore it is worthwhile putting in the needed effort. In a swift movement of consciousness she reviews the whole sequence of events culminating into a year, as if it was hurrying and gathering up to reach this point of decisive change.
This is the way in which the Poem is built. We will know the story of Her life because She remembers it. At that celestial moment of Her existence She remembers all Her past life and then it will be told to us.
Memory of her past wishes and needs and hopes and dreams, her life’s expectations, her achievements, everything simple or small or great flies back. She remembers how her precious joy was always accompanied by doom. The year is about to come to a close and the day on which Satyavan is to die has dawned. It is the occult law that when everything seems lost, and there is no helping hand in sight, and every means tried fails to provide succor and relief, one is drawn more and more towards God. The surface soul, the outward person devoid of the active divine element retreats, and the inner being comes forward to take charge of things and events. Such hour had fallen now on Savitri. She is equipped, organised to face the inevitable.
For those who have come upon earth fully conscious of their entire being and conscious of their Origin, there is at first a period when this consciousness gets veiled by the physical life and the body-consciousness. It withdraws deep within and waits for the hour when the outer circumstances will make it necessary for that inner self to manifest and to become fully active in the body. And generally, as life is organised, it is some more or less dramatic event that makes this change not only possible but needed.
Even those who have come fully conscious, because they are compelled to take birth in the body of a child, their consciousness withdraws for many years, more or less, and has not the full activity that it had in other worlds. But some circumstance, some event tears off the veil and the inner consciousness takes back its place and its activity. It is that that is fully described in these lines of Savitri.
It is only when the outer crust of the ordinary life is violently broken by some unexpected and tragic event that the inner consciousness has the opportunity of taking the place of this outward movement and governing fully the whole being. From the point of view of growth of consciousness, that is the justification of all these dramatic events. An eventless life is not often a progressive life.
Firm has become the will of Savitri; it has become strong and resolved to cancel the destiny written even for her physical’s existence. The powers that are native to her being have assumed complete responsibility of hers. This can happen only when the great Self, the universal Being takes possession of one’s thoughts and feelings and deeds; it alone can remove the past associations and affiliations, samskaras, the legacy that is otherwise so burdensome and down-pulling. It has happened to Savitri.
The true self of Savitri belongs to the Eternal Consciousness and, naturally, was free. But, when accepting to take a body upon Earth, this true self is covered by so many different layers of consciousness that, unless it takes a very complete resolution to manifest and to overcome all the obstacles, it cannot act freely. Now she was put in front of the expected catastrophe in Her life, which externally would put an end to the joy of Her existence, and there was only one way to overcome this fatality. It was to make the Highest Spirit and ite Power intervene directly in order to counteract the laws of destiny.
After all, we are just a product of the past energies, of gross unregenerate tendencies, more governed by the forces sitting deep in the individual and the collective subconscious, in the cosmic past, the repository which has no reason to be. But these ties and chains with the past, these harsh links must be broken, broken with the soul’s force. In that drastic action alone there is the sure possibility of shaping our otherwise inexorable fate in a new way, remoulding it in a new decisive manner. What is lying ahead of Savitri is frightful and fearsome, Nothingness itself assuming the form of Death. This Denier of Life has to be met and conquered. Her being must confront the cause that has given rise to this terrible formless Shadow swallowing all; against the universe must weigh its single self. Here she is standing on a dangerous brink, upon extinction's verge itself, and here she must win all for God and men, win for the soul of the earth. To the supreme Giver of Victory she must offer her prayer and ask for the noble auspicious boon of immortal life. Her love is so invaluable that it cannot be snatched away by the Robber of the Night, and this prized claim of hers she must assert in the life’s adverse circumstance also. If this has to happen, it might be necessary to alter the fixed age-old laws of Nature, the dull and regressive habits that have been holding sway over soul aspiring for the future. Indeed, in the end, in the final analysis what is it that we really see? We see that death is but a usual habit, and that long-standing stupid usual habit must go away, must be broken—broken because habits can be changed. It is only then can love flourish here in its ways of immortality. There might have been a necessity for the existence of universal Pain, a sort of contingency in the pragmatism of things; but that cannot give it the right of stay in any permanent way. It must vacate the place, abandon its claim on the sorrow and suffering of life; it must make room for the joy to be, the joy in which alone can flower the possibilities of the Spirit in this creation. That is the imperative.
By the Power of Her Origin and the legacy of the One, she must overcome all the laws established in manifestation and conquer the resistance of all that been organised since centuries and millenniums and show that the Supreme is All-Powerful over His own creation.
In all the world as it is now, death and dissolution reign. She wants to abolish their law in order to establish the Supreme Life and Consciousness. It is the story of the conquest that will be told in the Epic.
The issue that Savitri has to address is getting sharpened, the issue between Existence and Non-existence, between Being and Non-being, between the original Gods colloguing with each other, they debating the fate of this evolutionary earth. If Being is the cosmic determinate, then Non-being would be the indeterminate, that which cannot be defined, and therefore it would make matters intractable. If Savitri has to confront this great occult and stiff indeterminate, then that can become possible only when it shall assume a perceptible tangible shape, a form, when it becomes a sort of seizeable determinate. This is precisely what happens in the figure of Death, the cosmic Nothingness assuming a shape, the Shadow-figure thrown by the original Void rising to meet the challenge of the invading divinity. The event of Satyavan’s death is the occasion which marks this appearance.
At that moment the past is gone, the future is also gone and only remains the creative urge, it gauging the Void's monstrous hush. It has the power, and the immensity, to measure the Infinite's night. It is going to decide the entire course of the cosmic working. Yes, “the great and dolorous moment now was close.” Twelve swift-winged months, a mailed battalion of 365 days marching to its doom—they have arrived in the forest where death is to occur, the same forest where Savitri met Satyavn exactly a year ago. In that singular moment, of God, watched by the mountains, and the birds and beasts awaiting the happy outcome, the stage is set ready for the action-drama to unfold. None knew of the momentous things that were about to happen. Savitri knew in advance, and she had tremendous power to face the approaching doom.
It is a very vivid description showing that a
stupendous power and energy is needed to face the circumstances when you know
them in advance. Man is always complaining that he has not been given the power
to know what will happen to him. But there is not one man in a million who
would have the strength, the quiet calm to face the circumstances if he knew
them in advance. This is just to give the description of that condition.
Because Savitri is conscious of the Divine in Herself that She knows what will
happen and yet has the quiet strength to face it.
In the wrestling pit of the dreadful life, Savitri is combating for them who had the least notion of the tussle that was going on. And she has no expectation that, she would get help from anyone. “No helper had she save the Strength within.” And who were the viewers of that wrestling event? “The Gods above and Nature sole below”: they were the only spectators of that mighty strife—and not a human soul was there around.
In the association of the sky-pointing hills, and the deep-thoughted woods with luxurious emerald branches, she had grown superhuman and sublime. Lonely and alone could thus she stand to face the dire Antagonist of the World.
It is because no human being knew what She knew that She could be exclusively supported by the Power of Her Spirit. she had not to face human anxiety because the human beings did not know. So She was exclusively wrapped in the Power, the mighty Power of the Spirit. And that is why She could face quietly the dreadful circumstances.
The forests, the hills, were a very good background for the circumstances because it was the expression of a powerful Nature, silent and magnificent. And She felt supported by this beauty and this grandeur, which was not throwing upon her the vibrations of anxiety.
Her identity with Nature around and the Gods above was sufficient to provide her the poised steadiness in order to face the calamitous eventuality, inescapable and of great consequence. Even while Nature took her to God, God revealed to her his presence in what constituted her vast physical world. This was the chosen moment; this was the chosen spot; this was the chosen progression, and everything conspired towards its efficacy. Here was going to be the divine advent: the meeting of Satyavan and Savitri, at that instant they knowing not there was Death following him like his own shadow.
And what a marvel she was! Go to any part of the universe and one would not find the magnificence and wonder that had taken birth on this soil of the mortal earth. And there was something in him that at once recognized her and made her his shrine of comfort and contentment and, more than that, a trusty sanctuary. She was the perfect shrine for the God of Love to reside in its beauty and joy, and even protection which she alone can give to him. Never was such a shrine built for him since the beginning of time, never could anyone else had the capacity to enshrine him in his soul.
There it is revealed that the way out of Death for the creation is Love—Love not as it is falsified and deformed in the human consciousness, but Love in its essence and its pure Origin. It is this Love that found the way to manifest through the consciousness and the life of Savitri.
All manifestations of Love in the world have always been deformed and reduced to need and desire. For the first time a human consciousness was capable of manifesting Love in its simple and magnificent purity—the Love that is entirely and totally divine, free from all desire and all selfishness, all narrowness and egoism; the Love that exists for the joy of loving and is at once giving and receiving at the same time in the same vibration. This is the Supreme Power that is capable of transforming the world and making it ready for the Divine Manifestation.
Savitri—which means that in her everything was noble and majestic: she had the wideness of the earth; she was intimate with heaven. Her thoughts could soar up to things that have yet to appear in the sky of birth. Her mind was a sea of sincerity, her passions and feelings had no trace of turbidity, had nothing chaotic or messy in them. Self-possessed and well-composed even in her moods of deep ecstasy, there was the deep calm that governed all her movements and actions. The daughter of the sun, she herself looked to be the new dawn in her pink-purplish glory, as if a new creation were about to take place, the appearance of the new day that will never set. This youthful dawn full of truth, ŗtambharā, leads the aspiring soul to the day of everlasting divinity; she becomes a golden door of the temple in which is seated the Lord of this Creation. Through this gate, uśasya dwārah, one gets an access to things transcendental, things which because of her can be even here.
It is a description of a being that is not shut up in the small limit of humanity. It contains the Consciousness of the Beyond.
Here the timeless could step into the movements of time; here the rhythms of the truth-conscious delight could yet remain as natural as they would in the world of truth-conscious delight. Her smile brought always the celestial sense to dull common morose earthly things. She was a goddess of beauty pouring beauty on the hearts of men. She was a magnanimity that could not even be the wide sky’s or the deep sea’s—because it imparted that magnanimity to all that came in contact with her. She was a sun that gave endearing warmth to the small creatures that we are. Indeed, when chased by violent storms of life, and when tired and exhausted, it is in her one would find joyful reassuring comfort and refuge. Here was a nest of happiness, and the soul would remain nestled in its sweetly gleaming coziness. What was lost in the mortal birth could be regained by establishing contact with her. The windswept ruffled life could be properly arranged in the orderliness and perfection of her soul and her nature. Such was she who came on the mortal earth, mŗtyuloka, came to fulfil God’s promise to men and to the world. Such was she that, Love would be happy to reside in her heart. If things can happen, they will happen because of her.
This is the poetic description of Her nature—the nature
of Her being that comes from higher and more perfect worlds, the worlds that
intend to manifest upon earth but have first to prepare earth in order that she
is ready to manifest them. That is just why Savitri has come down to prepare
the earth for the coming of the
There is in this description a strong stress on peace and joy, equanimity and constant smile. The more things are seen in their totality, the more the limitations are overcome, the more time and space become present—the more can the joy be constant and peace unshakable. It is only the narrow limits created by separativeness that have created this suffering, this anguish and this anger. With the descent of a Higher Consciousness come a happy smile and a quiet peace that are never disturbed.
Sri Aurobindo has announced that Savitri has prepared the world and now the Consciousness that She carried in Herself is come down upon earth and is preparing to manifest.
The greatness of Savitri is the greatness of Love itself, Love divine, pure and bright and gorgeous, without the trace of ugliness that comes with the vital’s degrading passions and wants and desires. It is all-embracing, and nor gods nor the hostiles nor men of whatever denominations they may be get left out. If this were not there, this Love Divine, the creation would simply collapse. It is this Love that moves the sun and all the other stars, and things that are visible and invisible. All is founded on it; all lives by it; all that one cherishes and hopes, and all that grows—it is because of it. It is this Love that has found a perfect place in the soul of Savitri. Therefore, the whole world could take a glad refuge in her single heart. Nothing she dismisses, disdains; on the other hand, by the power of her spirit it gets transformed; things become divine. That is the golden touch she brings to us. She is both the silence, the support for divine action, and the executive word by which things get materialised here, silence the supporting spiritual base, the ādhāra, and word bearing in it the truth-rhythm, the mantra that brings into existence what it proclaims. She is in possession of the dynamic and the supportive powers by which if things have to happen will happen. When the divine Will is there, the high samkalpa, she accomplishes what is willed for the creation. No wonder Love met in her his own eternity.
This is the description of Love in its essence, not the Love that is known upon earth and is so mixed up with many egoistic movements that it has gone beyond all recognition and become only the expression of selfish desires. It is the Love that is as vast as the Universe, equal to all and to everything and asking nothing in exchange for what it gives.
Such is the divine Savitri who has taken a human form, accepted mortal birth; yet always she has been celestial and bright and beautiful, a perfect shrine for the God of Love. But she has to enter into significant maidenhood, and also enter into the life that is full of afflictions, full of sorrow and suffering—as if youth and joy would not go along together. Contradictions have to be faced—the greatest being Love in the face of Death. As a princess in the palace she was her majesty’s self, endeared to and served by all. It seemed that some heavenly damsel had descended upon this gloom-stricken earth, descended from unattainable realms to transform it. Even as she came, her divine companion got attracted towards her, the white-fire dragon bird of endless bliss drifting with burning wings above her days. This is the descent of the Bird of Bliss, of eternal Ananda. But will this bird be safe in the harsh and deathful circumstance of terrestrial existence? in the darkness of the night that grips our souls?
No doubt, Savitri had Heaven's tranquil shield to guard her from calamitous events, yet things here have a very precarious or slippery character. She has assumed all the human difficulties, and her eyes are human eyes, and her sight wearing the mortal look, and her beating heart is the human heart quickened by human breath. In spite of it, her movements, her walk kept always the measure of the gods.
Savitri accepted all that is the earth’s, every limitation and every glory; however, pure and like an unstained glass she remained, untarnished by the mirky soil of ours. This was simply because she had the impunity, freedom from unpleasant consequences, utter freedom that is enjoyed by the transcendental powers. One could see through this mirror the spiritual verities that change life and fate and events in their manner.
Although She had accepted the burden of all the earth’s misery, the influence of the Origin was so strong that it could not change in Her this constant Peace, this wide understanding, this universal Love, that was making of Her a Messenger of the Highest Consciousness.
Savitri is growing in her calm felicity, growing in the cycles, the uncertainties and hazards of the earth-time. But even joy becomes weary of its notes when harshness inflicts its wound on them. She has come to deal with Fate and Ignorance, and sooner than later she must face the realities that prevail here. Time is, for sure, going to cast its net even on her and she has to prepare to meet the dire, the unpleasant situation. Yes, she was a happy carefree princess, but she is the goddess incarnate who has a mission to fulfil in this mortal birth of hers.
The story of the earth is an ascent from darkness and unconsciousness to Light and Consciousness. This journey is, in spite of many years, just at its beginning still, and only in front of us is the assurance of the Light that will be.
When we look back, we look at so much darkness, suffering, misery, that if we do not have the inner Consciousness and its assurance of future Victory, truly we could say, as so many have said in the past, that to escape misery we must get out of earth-life.
Now Savitri has brought the promise and the certitude that Light will prevail and that misery will go. So on this promise we must base our certitude and also advance towards the luminous Future.
Savitri’ life is a complete dedication to the cause of the indefinable One, the Master of Evolution, the unnamed Shaper of this Evolution who sees the far ends even in the immediate conflicts that harass our small souls. He has commissioned her to step in the abyss of Death and fill it with her own vast self, to heal the gulfs with her sweetness and joy. As a part of his dreadful-looking strategy, he makes the gulfs deeper and deeper yet, that then only the mightier power can establish its fuller might. A challenge is thrown to all that is divine in Savitri and she must assert that divinity of hers even in the face of it. She had condescended to pass through the portals of the birth that is a death, because thus alone could she wrestle with the unyielding Antagonist. Their dark rendezvous is fixed in the arena of Matter. Unless Matter consents to the Law of the Spirit, there cannot be the progress intended by the Master of Evolution. To obtain that consent is Savitri’s task. That indeed became the unswerving issue of her soul. The dice are cast, and there is no going back at all. Difficulties are there, and suffer she must; but the secret of her birth is not to submit to them, to give up the game. “To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.”
There it is put exactly and clearly” it was like a problem to be solved and She had the Will and the capacity to solve it. She came remembering who She was and with this remembrance She faced the ordeal. This world of miseries, this world of death and suffering must become a world of glorious Light and Divine Consciousness. Whatever the pain, whatever the ordeal, whatever the length of the trouble, She has come to win and She brings with her the Victory.
Of sterner stuff she was made, and she was not going to play into the hands of the unconcerned careless Powers. She was not going to give up, even though she was tied to the terrestrial conditions, of Death and Ignorance. She was not a common helpless pawn driven by the forces of Time, pushed by the hands of Doom. That is what man is, this pygmy creature; but Savitri is human, and yet different. Even in her body’s consciousness there is the awareness of the secret divinity residing in it.
This is the description of the usual human being and his powerlessness in front of circumstances. But this was not the case with Savitri who came, keeping conscious in Herself the Origin and the source from which She came.
Men are accustomed to be pushed by circumstances and have only the force of desire or habit, and this force is powerless in front of the Power of the true Force—the governing Force of the Divine.
Man is driven by the forces of Nature, and very rarely does he get intimations from the higher worlds of knowledge and beauty and joy; even if he might be getting them, the chances are that he will ignore them, if not dismiss them—because he has not established a living contact with those wonderful worlds. But Savitri, though she has taken the human birth with all its limitations, is fully conscious of who she is and for what purpose she has come. The veil of Nature is certainly there, a thick and dark veil, but it does not obscure her innate divine spirit: she belongs to Ishwarkoti.
She has entered into this enigmatic world built in the dusk of God where the spiritual fire gets promptly curbed or smothered. In fact precaution has to be taken that, there is no sudden outbreak of the heavenly powers in the life of man. The danger is, the weight of the Infinite can crush this entire creation. That is what Savitri herself has to weigh up, and act. There has to be a sufficiently strong ādhāra, a supportive base for the entry of the magnificent supernal powers in this complex terrestrial working. If summoned or invoked too fast, too early in this unprepared world, it can cause havoc.
This is a magnificent description of what will happen when the true Power will manifest upon earth. She came to prepare earth with the New Consciousness, the Consciousness that will transform the life on earth to make it ready for a New Creation.
If read with the true understanding, this Epic becomes prophetic and announces the events that are beginning to come upon earth.
The pragmatics are such that, this vast material creation is a trap, is locked in its own limitations, is a jail where operate stiff and unseeing laws, and there are sentries kept at every gate of entrance, and they will not allow anything to happen that does not conform to fixed stipulations. There cannot be argument with them. Here are laws of Ignorance born of Inconscience, and they are not going to surrender just like that. Its tribunals, its inquisitions, its courts and judgements are there only to uphold its infamous rule. They exist to make sure that its dark foundations are secure and safe against the invading fire of the spirit. The law of Karma is firmly based on the subconscient nature of things and its agents are active in man’s life and in the working of the cosmos. In the face of such terrible and destroying antagonism it is not an easy task to work for the divine advent. That uncompromising antagonism and hostility is an aspect Savitri has to reckon with. It is as though this whole question is gathered up in the problem of Death halting and obstructing the movement of immortal Life. Satyavan’s preordained death simply focuses the issue in a distinct way. So much is tied to Inconscience that we live only a small vitalistic life and our soul has no capacity to take wings to the higher skies of spiritual wideness and grandeur. Will this be ever so? But Savitri cannot remain content with this state of affair here.
This is a very pathetic description of the condition of the world; each effort to pull it out from this condition meets at each step, every moment, this horrible resistance. Not only power is needed but also endurance, self-sacrifice and a patience that can face all ordeals.
It is Savitri who is going to light up the flame. She, infringing into the world of the Wrong and accused of her superior deed, has been summoned to the court by the dark Power. But she is there to face every challenge thrown at her, and she is not going to bend her head by accepting the shadowy-sinister destiny. Lesser creatures might do so, in fact they do it all the while, but not she. The dark Power cannot accept bliss as the foundation of this creation, because that would mean his reign coming to an end; it will be a suicidal act for it.
But Savitri is exceptional, the divine omnipotence having cast its seed in her. She is not going to despair if God-light and God-power get struck by the adversary’s blows. She is the one who is ever in identity with the eternal and the true, and her being is conscious of the divine source; she will not make any compromise or do bargain to patch up the differences. Her single concern is, to establish the reign of love even in this gloom-filled life of ours, her single concern.
It is only when there is the power to remain in constant contact with the Supreme Consciousness, beyond all these distortions and these black thoughts, that it is possible to maintain the Truth and to keep up the hope and the conviction of a better life.
The Consciousness is there, the faith is there, the clear vision is there. There is only to bear and to last.
Savitri has come to complete the story of her soul she had undertaken to write long ago. It is not that she was coming here now for the first time. In fact wherever and whenever there was a possibility of manifestation of the divine Ray, she had been always there. She has been carrying on the executive part of the evolutionary course, carrying it out in the Will of the Lord, the Will that has gone into it. The book is being written and written, and no page can be closed until the entire story unfolds. Savitri is not going to terminate the work she had undertaken to do.
Certainly, right from the beginning of this earth-process she has been engaged in accomplishing in life the great world-plan. She has the knowledge of it, and she is ready to put in whatever yogic-spiritual effort is demanded by it. In that assigned task or commitment or enterprise of hers there is an unbroken steadiness and solidity: if she has achieved something while here in life, she is going to continue it in another occult way after death. [*] If her work were going to be a failure, the very meaning of her birth in the earthly dynamics would be lost. That would mean the failure of the divine resolve, the frailty of the supreme Will in this creation. Not determined or swayed by the whims and fancies of Time and Circumstance, but a firm and strong will founded in her high self could take care of every contingency. Not given to happenstance, Savitri could stand up in her own divine right to meet every situation. Indeed, “her single will opposed the cosmic rule.”
[*This is a significant revelation in the context of the Mother’s work of physical transformation, particularly when her New Body is there in the subtle-physical of the earth.]
The earth has been chosen for the big work of bringing back the manifested to its Origin. The world has become the symbol of the whole universe and upon the earth the Sovereign Mother has incarnated from the beginning, to hasten the waking up of the world to the consciousness of the Origin.
It is to this Consciousness of the Mother that legend gave the name of Savitri and then the whole story was built.
Savitri’s superhuman personality in the frail human form had such might that it could even halt the arrival of Doom. Now with this approaching event the strength slumbering in her secret soul suddenly awoke to meet the challenge. It could bear the Unseen’s knock and stand up to do the work it came to do. In the case of a lesser mortal the knock would have proved disastrous; but Savitri could bear its impact and therefore it rather saved her. This protecting concern of the Unseen is always there for her, and she has the capacity to stand up to its demands. The huge machinery of the cosmic working was in full operation, operating relentlessly; but here was she who could immobilize it, terminate its functioning. It proved utterly helpless in the rush of a flame of a soul. It is in such a moment of supernatural proportion that at once a key is also discovered by the strong soul. The will of the Indescribable is set into motion and a contact with the highest Force established. The key could be a prayer which is also a master act and a splendid idea. It could be all of them together, the threefold yoga of bhakti-karma-jnana. This yoga has in its full efficacy the merit of linking the aspirant soul to the transcendental Greatness. When this is done, nothing appears miraculous. The supreme Will which is impersonal enters into the will of an individual and through him does its work of omnipotence. Savitri has become that glorious individual.
The secret of this Power is the unification of the manifested Consciousness with the Original Consciousness, with the Supreme. If this union is total and conscious, there is no limit to the Power manifested. If it is constant, the world can be transformed.
And then, if this is realised, what would take some thousands and thousands of years to be accomplished can be done in a moment.
In that Impersonal’s Will entering into the Personal’s Will, mastery is won over everything. It has acquired the control over things and events. In its absence all is a brute mechanical movement, and there is the inexorable rule of cause-and-effect. That is the logic on which operates this tragic world. Man himself becomes a machine amid machines, his thoughts pumped out from the brain, his life-force creating a surface entity to which he becomes a slave. If it is not this cause-and-effect relationship, then it can be nothing but the working of a dubious Chance. Matter and all that comes from it are subject to it. There is no issue and only prevails the rule of probability. There are only likelihoods and possibilities, and no assuring finalities.
This is the new world as the New Consciousness has found it and still it lingers on, without thinking even of changing. But the time will come when things will change. The time is coming and one must be ready.
In this probabilistic domain there are only inelegant and blundering events, and the reason is there to provide an easy rationale for them. It even provides a justification that it could be the colossal work of a mind which itself is the product of vast ignorance. However, in spite of this clumsy brute rigid apparatus of cosmic organization, does wisdom come and vision grow. Man can then become the master of Nature. He can even feel the presence of the observant self and the working of a secret conscious power. The sense of cosmic operation is disclosed. “His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme.” There is a realization that after all behind this huge affair of the world there is a Godhead who is in the charge of it.
In the dawning of this truth of the cosmic organization a victory is won for God in man, and the secret deity that had been operating all along from behind the scene comes out openly to posses the world for itself. This is what has happened to Savitri. “The great World-Mother now in her arose” and what had appeared calamity and doom has been dismissed. Not Chance nor Necessity but a conscious Will took possession of everything. Savitri has become a flaming warrior on the battlefield of God waging war against Death. Indeed, the result is, it is God himself who had assumed that shape for a high intended purpose, is revealed behind every thing, behind the Inconscient Void too. That is the victory Savitri has come to win, and she has won it.
This is just what has happened and is still happening, and, to pick up courage there is only to look in front to a future that is not far away.
We are slowly but surely coming out of an almost desperate past towards a future full of promise and bringing to a harmony tired, exhausted and almost in despair, the vision of a Realisation that will bring back not only hope but Light, Power and Realisation.