A Happy New Year to All
No human will can finally prevail against the Divine’s Will.
and the Victory is ultimately certain.
The Mother (New Year’s message 1955)
This wonderful world of delight
Waiting at our gates for our call,
To come down upon earth.
The Mother (New Year’s message 1961)
In this New Year Demonstration 1 January 2026 at Auroville the Dragon stands out most boldly and prominently, most powerfully and beautifully. There certainly is something occultly deep and seems consequential too.
New Year at Matrimandir
31.12.2025
At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;
Alone her hands can change Time’s dragon base.
Savitri, p. 314
• 4.30-9 pm: The Inner Chamber will remain open for Aurovilians and Newcomers for their concentration before the New Year. Newcomers need to show their New Comer Card.
• 5-5.30 pm: Silent Gathering under the Banyan Tree to bid farewell to the year that is ending and prepare ourselves to receive the coming year. All are to maintain complete silence under the Banyan Tree.
• 5.30-6.15 pm: The three dragons – the dragon of the Earth, of the mind region and of the sky meet to manifest the truth….
Deep Listening – Aspiration – Resonances.
Sound Reflections by the Svaram Team at the Unity Garden.
Entrance from the Office Gate. Visitors and guests are requested to carry their Aurocard along with them.
• 11 pm-12.15 am: Matrimandir will remain open for midnight meditation for Aurovilians and Newcomers only. Newcomers need to show their Newcomer Card. All are requested to be seated in the Inner Chamber latest by 11.45 pm.
1.1.2026
• 6.30-7 am: New Year Meditation under the Banyan Tree.
Entrance from the Office Gate, open at 6.15 am. Guests are requested to carry their Aurocard with them. Last entry for guests is at 6.30 am.
Evening Program at the Amphitheatre
5.30 – 6 pm
Savitri Music
Entrance from the Office Gate. Visitors and guests are requested to carry their Aurocard along with them.
Bonne Année to all!
The Dragon
Why the dragon so prominently there? Possibly the reason is:
“Dragons were dear to the mother. She would get them embroidered for Sri Aurobindo’s birthday and for very special days.
She had one very special one on which she herself sat on the 15th august 1947.”
But in several of the writings of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother there is the element of obstruction and negativity of the creature, it standing in the way of the divine Event.
Here are some passages related to the Dragon in the works of Sri Aurobindo:
Today a great revival. A vertiginous rapidity of progress in many directions. The attack of obscurity, resistance of the universal inconscience, refusal of the universal inertia, obstruction and conservatism of the material negation are beginning to lessen and even where they persist and intervene, cannot resist the progress. The past effects may still continue for a time, the future is not theirs. The four Powers that resisted now appear more clearly,—the Dragon of the nether foundations who preserves the old Law intact till the will of the Supreme is manifested, the Sphinx of the eternal questioning, the Night of the eternal negation, the Rock (stone Purusha, inert Shiva) of the eternal inertia. Still they are there, but a first victory has been assured against them.
O ye Powers of the Supreme and of the Mother, the Divine,
I have come to you initiate, a bearer of the sign.
For I carry the Name in me that nothing can efface.
I have breathed in an illimitable spiritual Space
And my soul through the unfathomable stillnesses has heard
The god-voices of knowledge and the marvels of the Word.
It has listened to the secret that was hidden in the night
Of the inconscient infinities first when by His might
He arose out of the caverns of the darkness self-enwrapped
And the nebulae were churned up like to foam-froth and were shaped
Till these millions of universes mystical upbuoyed
Were outsprinkled as if stardust on the Dragon of the Void.
I was there then in the infinitesimal and obscure
As a seed soul in the fire seeds of the energies that endure.
I have learned now to what purpose I have loitered as His spark
In the midnight of earth Matter like a glow-worm in the dark
And my spirit was imprisoned in the muteness of a stone,
A soul thoughtless and left voiceless and impuissant and alone.
A gold moon-raft floats and swings slowly
And it casts a fire of pale holy blue light
On the dragon tail aglow of the faint night
That glimmers far,—swimming,
The illumined shoals of stars skimming,
Overspreading earth and drowning the heart in sight
With the ocean depths and breadths of the Infinite.
A gold moon-ship sails or drifts ever
In our spirit’s skies and halts never, blue-keeled,
And it throws its white-blue fire on this grey field,
Night’s dragon loop,—speeding,
The illumined star-thought sloops leading
To the Dawn, their harbour home, to the Light unsealed,
To the sun-face Infinite, the Untimed revealed.
“Have you seen your fate in the scales of God, O children of Wotan,
And the tail of the Dragon lashing the foam in far-off seas?”
“We mock at God, we have silenced the mutter of priests at his altar.
Our leader is master of Fate, medium of her mysteries.
We have made the mind a cypher, we have strangled Thought with a cord;
Dead now are pity and honour, strength only is Nature’s lord.
We build a new world-order; our bombs shout Wotan’s peace.
I saw that a falsehood was planted deep
At the very root of things
Where the grey Sphinx guards God’s riddle sleep
On the Dragon’s outspread wings.
Above me the dragon murmurs moan
And the goblin voices flit;
I have pierced the Void where Thought was born,
I have walked in the bottomless pit.
But on a failing edge of dumb lost space
Still a great dragon body sullenly loomed;
Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn
Defending its ground of tortured mystery,
It trailed its coils through the dead martyred air
And curving fled down a grey slope of Time.
Almost they saw who lived within her light
Her playmate in the sempiternal spheres
Descended from its unattainable realms
In her attracting advent’s luminous wake,
The white-fire dragon bird of endless bliss
Drifting with burning wings above her days:
Heaven’s tranquil shield guarded the missioned child. ||4.5||
In the deep subconscient glowed her jewel-lamp;
Lifted, it showed the riches of the Cave
Where, by the miser traffickers of sense
Unused, guarded beneath Night’s dragon paws,
In folds of velvet darkness draped they sleep
Whose priceless value could have saved the world. ||8.28||
Here meanwhile at the Spirit’s opposite pole
In the mystery of the deeps that God has built
For his abode below the Thinker’s sight,
In this compromise of a stark absolute Truth
With the Light that dwells near the dark end of things,
In this tragi-comedy of divine disguise,
This long far seeking for joy ever near,
In the grandiose dream of which the world is made,
In this gold dome on a black dragon base,
The conscious Force that acts in Nature’s breast,
A dark-robed labourer in the cosmic scheme
Carrying clay images of unborn gods,
Executrix of the inevitable Idea
Hampered, enveloped by the hoops of Fate,
Patient trustee of slow eternal Time,
Absolves from hour to hour her secret charge. ||12.33||
Opponent of that glory of escape,
The black Inconscient swung its dragon tail
Lashing a slumberous Infinite by its force
Into the deep obscurities of form:
Death lay beneath him like a gate of sleep. ||20.10||
An insect hedonism fluttered and crawled
And basked in a sunlit Nature’s surface thrills,
And dragon raptures, python agonies
Crawled in the marsh and mire and licked the sun. ||41.4||
In the sleepy splendour of her noons he saw,
A perpetual repetition through the hours,
Thought’s dance of dragon-flies on mystery’s stream
That skim but never test its murmurs’ race,
And heard the laughter of her rose desires
Running as if to escape from longed-for hands,
Jingling sweet anklet-bells of fantasy. ||52.17||
An inexorable evil’s worshipper,
She made vileness great and sublimated filth;
A dragon power of reptile energies
And strange epiphanies of grovelling Force
And serpent grandeurs couching in the mire
Drew adoration to a gleam of slime. ||58.14||
At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;
Alone her hands can change Time’s dragon base. ||81.21||
An inert Soul and a somnambulist Force
Have made a world estranged from life and thought;
The Dragon of the dark foundations keeps
Unalterable the law of Chance and Death;
On his long way through Time and Circumstance
The grey-hued riddling nether shadow-Sphinx,
Her dreadful paws upon the swallowing sands,
Awaits him armed with the soul-slaying word:
Across his path sits the dim camp of Night. ||89.29||
All this streamed past her and seemed to her vision’s sight
As if around a high and voiceless isle
A clamour of waters from far unknown hills,
Swallowed its narrow banks in crowding waves
And made a hungry world of white wild foam:
Hastening, a dragon with a million feet,
Its foam and cry, a drunken giant’s din,
Tossing a mane of Darkness into God’s sky,
It ebbed receding into a distant roar;
Then smiled again a large and tranquil air:
Blue heaven, green earth, partners of Beauty’s reign,
Lived as of old, companions in happiness;
And in the world’s heart laughed the joy of life. ||118.58||
But on a failing edge of dumb lost space
Still a great dragon body sullenly loomed;
Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn
Defending its ground of tortured mystery,
It trailed its coils through the dead martyred air
And curving fled down a grey slope of Time. ||138.19||
All things hang here between God’s yes and no,
Two Powers real but to each other untrue,
Two consort stars in the mooned night of mind
That towards two opposite horizons gaze,
The white head and black tail of the mystic drake,
The swift and the lame foot, wing strong, wing broken
Sustaining the body of the uncertain world,
A great surreal dragon in the skies. ||146.8||
And these from the Mother:
He took some knives and made them into a ball bristling with sharp points. Then he set out on his quest and found the dragon with fiery breath. He shot many arrows at the body of the monster, leaping from side to side to avoid its claws. Then he fastened the ball of knives to the end of a pike and thrust it down the dragon’s throat. The dragon closed its jaws and fell. Then the prince dispatched it with his sword.
Thus Ahrun married the third daughter of the king.
Why, when Thou hast placed in my heart the pure diamond of Thy perfect Felicity, sufferest Thou its surface to reflect the shadows which come from outside and so leave unsuspected and, it would seem, ineffective the treasure of Peace Thou hast granted me? Truly all this is a mystery and confounds my understanding.
Why, when Thou hast given me this great inner silence, sufferest Thou the tongue to be so active and the thought to be occupied with things so futile? Why?… I could go on questioning indefinitely and, to all likelihood, always in vain….
I have only to bow to Thy decree and accept my condition without uttering a word.
I am now only a spectator who watches the dragon of the world unrolling its coils without end.
…You know, queer things are happening here. There are certain things that literally disappear, and then, after a few days, they reappear! (Mother looks for her note again) I prefer to exhaust all material explanations before making other suppositions. But even someone like Madame David-Neel (and God knows she was positivist in the extreme) herself told me an experience of that sort. I was explaining something to her and she replied, “I am not surprised, because the same thing happened to me….” She had a jewel (it was the time when she used to wear jewels) which she used to keep at the top of a box (inside the box, but at its top). It was a Chinese dragon, and she wanted to wear it one evening. She opened the box, the jewel wasn’t there anymore (yet the box was locked inside a cupboard, and there wasn’t any sign of theft). She tried, she searched for it, she couldn’t find it. Then, four or five days afterwards, she opened the box again, and there was the jewel, just where it was supposed to be!
The Winds of Wonder 
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