The Winds of Wonder

Apropos of Two Vast Negations — 11

Dissuasion by the Divine Mother

Savitri Book Three Canto Four

The meeting between Yogi Aswapati and the Divine Mother is on the threshold mind, he climbing up from Overmind above and she coming down from her unattainable home. This is in the context of the huge foreboding Mind of Night standing across the path of the divine Event, the supramental manifestation. She is fully cognisant of his approaching her in that context. She speaks to him in a voice “absolute and wise” and asks him:

How shalt thou speak for men whose hearts are dumb,

Make purblind earth the soul’s seer-vision’s home

Or lighten the burden of the senseless globe? ||89.14||

She also cautions him:

My fire and sweetness are the cause of life. ||89.15||

But too immense my danger and my joy. ||89.16||

Awake not the immeasurable descent,

Speak not my secret name to hostile Time;

Man is too weak to bear the Infinite’s weight. ||89.17||

Truth born too soon might break the imperfect earth. ||89.18||

That is fair enough, very prudent and sagacious, a voice of wisdom. How can man with all his imperfections claim a heavenly prize? The Godhead sleeps frustrate and the spirit is entangled in the form.  The embodied soul must describe all Time’s huge curve. There is the occult of the process and Aswapati should not ignore it. Her advice is:

Obey thy spirit’s wide omnipotent urge. ||89.60||

A witness to God’s parley with the Night

It leaned compassionate from immortal calm

And housed desire, the troubled seed of things. ||89.61||

Assent to thy high self, create, endure. ||89.62||

Cease not from knowledge, let thy toil be vast,

No more in earthly limits pen thy force;

Equal thy work with long unending Time’s. ||89.63||

Traveller upon the bare eternal heights,

Tread still the difficult and dateless path

Joining the cycles with its austere curve

Measured for man by the initiate Gods. ||89.64||

My light shall be in thee, my strength thy force. ||89.65||

Let not the impatient Titan drive thy heart,

Ask not the imperfect fruit, the partial prize. ||89.66||

Only one boon, to greaten thy spirit, demand;

Only one joy, to raise thy kind, desire. ||89.67||

Above blind fate and the antagonist powers

Moveless there stands a high unchanging Will;

To its omnipotence leave thy work’s result. ||89.68||

All things shall change in God’s transfiguring hour. ||89.69||

That is a reservation in the face man’s imperfections and the danger of the immense descent.

The One| he wor|+shipped was| with+in| him now:|

Flame-pure,| e+the|+re+al|-tressed a might|+y Face|

Ap+peared| and lips| moved by| im+mor|+tal words;|

Lids, wis|+dom’s leaves,| drooped o|+ver rap|+ture’s orbs. | 89.10

Savitri Book 3 Canto 4 – The Vision and the Boon

Flame-pure, ethereal-tressed a mighty Face

Appeared and lips moved by immortal words; ||89.10||

Painting by Huta III:iv # 2