The Winds of Wonder

The Savitri Scribbled Notes — 01

“Inward moment’s magic”

At first out of the busy hum of mind

As if from a loud thronged market into a cave

By an inward moment’s magic she had come,

A stark hushed emptiness became her self:

Her mind unvisited by the voice of thought

Stared at a void deep’s dumb infinity. ||118.1||

Her heights receded, her depths behind her closed;

All fled away from her and left her blank. ||118.2||

This is Book of Yoga Canto Three. Savitri was told to find her soul and habour in it the divine Power to conquer, to vanquish Death, Death who is the foreboding obstacle in the path of the spirit’s possibilities manifesting in this creation. As long as Death is present things will always go wrong. The object is defined, the expression of the noblest and the superiorest and the joyousest. And it is she alone who can do it.

But how is that to happen? Before she finds her soul she must enter into the Inner countries, of physical matter and vital and mental. She is guided. The inferior nature born into ignorance veils her self, and that must be removed. Is there a key for that to be done? No direct text-book key, but everything has to arrive at a point when by  a sudden inward moment’s magic the miracle takes shape. The prophecy of her husband’s death exactly one year after marriage, made by Narad, builds up into the inner being a magic that can change everything.

Are these inner worlds, these inner countries the same for each and all, those of Savitri?

The answer is Yea and also No. There is relationship of a given soul with them, they appearing as per the nature and the need of each soul, each individual, each pīṇda. It is not the same flat Overmind, for instance, for each and all; there is the exceptionality characteristic of every individual, his true personality, not of the ego-kind but of the soul, each spark of the great Fire with its own glow and radiance. Brahma or Vishṇu or Shiva, Dūrgā, Saraswati, Mahakali, Mahalakshmi, as the preferred Gor or Goddess, each having his ishta devatā..

It is the soul’s distinctiveness, its wonderful individuality that stands out in the relationships. My soul is my soul, and I must live and grow and thrive in its wonder and joy and possibility.

It is out of the question for me to go through that which Savitri is going and growing or probing or discovering for her self-chosen accepted commitment. The purpose of her soul-finding is to gather, to establish operative divine Might in it. I am not for that. I will have to find out for what purpose my soul is here, why the immortal in me has entered into this mortality. Then only can my real yoga and my authentic life begin.

13 March 2026

Featured image is a part of a painting by Huta