“The perfect creation of a new world”
Krishnalal:
Yesterday I saw a design as shown on the side.
The colours in it were in a jumble so I do not remember them. What does it signify?
The Mother:
The perfect creation of a new world
[See the featured image]
6 is the figure of the creation.
12 is the perfection of the creation: perfect creation.
30 is the manifestation of Sachchidananda, 3×10=30, 3 Sachchidananda 10 Expression.
The deeper significance of figures… There are countless traditions, countless scriptures… which I took great care not to follow. But the deeper significance of figures came to me in Tlemcen, when I was in the Overmind. I don’t remember the names Théon used to give to those various worlds, but it was a world that corresponded to the highest and most luminous regions of Sri Aurobindo’s Overmind. It was above, just above the gods’ region. And it was something in accord with the Overmind creation—the earth under the gods’ influence. That was where figures took on a living meaning for me—not a mental speculation: a living meaning. That was where Madame Théon recognized me, because of the formation of twelve pearls she saw above my head; and she told me, “You are that because you have this. Only that can have this!” (Mother laughs) It hadn’t even remotely occurred to me, thank God!
The central hexagon formed by the intersection of the two triangles has in it a circle, touching all the sides. 6 is the figure of the creation. It is also the Mother’s number. Sri Aurobindo’s number is 12.
Savitri Book 3 Canto 3 – The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many strings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds were many, but the Self was one. ||85.3||
This knowledge was now made a cosmos’ seed:
This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,
It needed not a sheath of Ignorance. ||85.4||
Painting by Huta
Sketch by the Mother III:3 M #1
The great| world-rhyth|+ms were heart|-beats of| one Soul,|
To fee was a flame|-dis+cov|+er+y| of God,|
All mind| was a sin|+gle harp| of man|+y strings,|
All life| a song| of man|+y meet|+ing lives;|
For worlds| were man|+y, but| the Self| was one.|
This knowl|+edge was| now made| a cos|+mos’ seed:|
This seed| was cased| in the safe|+ty of| the Light,|
It need|+ed not| a sheath| of Ig|+no+rance.|
The Winds of Wonder 
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