The Winds of Wonder

I am repeating always: “What Thou willest, what Thou willest, what Thou willest… let it be what Thou willest, may I do what Thou willest, may I be conscious of what Thou willest.”

And also: “Without Thee it is death; with Thee it is life.” By “death” I do not mean physical death—it may be so; it may be that now if I lost the contact, that would be the end, but it is impossible! I have the feeling that it is… that I am That—with all the obstructions that the present consciousness may still have, that’s all. And then, when I see someone (Mother opens her hands as though to offer the person to the Light), whoever he may be: like that (same gesture).(Silence)All the while (it is amusing), all the while I have the feeling that I am a little baby who nestles—nestles within… (what to call it?) a Divine Consciousness… all-embracing.

I am repeating always: “What Thou willest, what Thou willest, what Thou willest… let it be what Thou willest, may I do what Thou willest, may I be conscious of what Thou willest.”

And also: “Without Thee it is death; with Thee it is life.” By “death” I do not mean physical death—it may be so; it may be that now if I lost the contact, that would be the end, but it is impossible! I have the feeling that it is… that I am That—with all the obstructions that the present consciousness may still have, that’s all. And then, when I see someone (Mother opens her hands as though to offer the person to the Light), whoever he may be: like that (same gesture).(Silence)All the while (it is amusing), all the while I have the feeling that I am a little baby who nestles—nestles within… (what to call it?) a Divine Consciousness… all-embracing.

https://incarnateword.in/cwm/11/10-march-1973

The body is in a state in which it sees that everything depends simply on how it is linked with the Divine—upon the state of its receptive surrender. … For me it is only a question of sincerity become intense—in the consciousness that everything is the action of the Divine and that his action moves towards the quickest possible realisation, in the given conditions. I might say: the cells of the body must learn to seek their support only in the Divine, until the moment when they are able to feel that they are the expression of the Divine. … truly, the cells have begun to feel, first of all that they are wholly ruled by the Divine (this is translated by: “What Thou willest, what Thou willest”), this state, and then a kind of receptivity which is (how to say it?) passive—not immobile, it is… probably one might say a passive receptivity (Mother opens her hands with a smile), but I do not know how to explain.

In a certain attitude, in a certain attitude all becomes divine. And there, what is wonderful is that when one has the experience of everything becoming divine, all that is contrary disappears quite naturally, quickly or slowly, instantly or little by little, depending on things.

That is indeed wonderful. That is to say, to become conscious that all is divine is the best way of making all divine—annulling all oppositions.

https://incarnateword.in/cwm/11/16-october-1971

And it is always the same thing: “What Thou willest, what Thou willest.” And this “Thou” is not something that is up there in some far-off region and whom one does not know: He is everywhere, He is in everything, He is there constantly, He is within the being—and you cling to Him in that way; this the only solution.

https://incarnateword.in/cwm/11/9-february-1972

When the Mother says to the Lord “What thou willest, what thou willest”, she herself, in a certain sense, is proposing, even willing, something, and leaving the rest to the Lord. She has worked out a certain possibility but whether it is going to materialise or not, whether it is opportune or not, that she is leaving to the Lord. That is the masterstroke, going beyond the Gita’s nishkāma karma, work without the expectation of the fruit or the reward.

Many are its splendours, countless indeed like the stars in the sky. We may use a most powerful telescope on the top of a mountain or put a Hubble in outer space to look at the universe which is a boundless finite. Still it seems to escape all observation. Galaxies after galaxies speed beyond our keenest comprehension, — as if to reach some Unknown which they glimpse at the far edge but of which we have no knowledge. Billions and billions of suns, even as they come or go out of sight, illumine the nightly expanse of space, space boundless yet finite. And whatever of that unknown they see they expectantly communicate to us; and these communications arrive in many ways; they arrive in flashes, they arrive in glimmers, in electromagnetic bursts, as quanta of various denominations or else as steady radiations extending in all the directions of the spectrum, rich in content, rich in meaning, rich in implications. Suddenly, in that process, we become one with the sky. Astonishment is gone and also the nightly sky, and ultimately what remains is interminable Unknown that is infinity-bound. We don’t need any more the night for the stars even as the stars become a part of majesty of the purple-gold day.

That is what Savitri is.