39: Scribbled Notes — A Spiritual Biography of Sri Aurobindo
This Biography is based on what the Mother calls as Three Victories of the Individual and the revelations made by the Yogi-Poet in his Savitri.
If Sri Aurobindo is represented by Aswapati in his great Epic Savitri, then here is his biography as can be discerned in it. This discernment is based on what the Mother said about three victories of the Individual. Here is her revelation:
“… the first victory is to create an individuality. And then later, the second victory is to give this individuality to the Divine. And the third victory is that the Divine changes your individuality into a divine being. There are three stages: the first is to become an individual; the second is to consecrate the individual, that he may surrender entirely to the Divine and be identified with Him; and the third is that the Divine takes possession of this individual and changes him into a being in His own image, that is, he too becomes divine. Generally, all the yogas stopped at the second. When one had succeeded in surrendering the individual and giving him without reserve to the Divine to be identified with Him, one considered that his work was finished, that all was accomplished. But we begin there, and we say, “No, this is only a beginning. We want this Divine with whom we are identified to enter our individuality and make it into a divine personality acting in a divine world.” And this is what we call transformation. But the other precedes it, must precede it. If that is not done, there is no possibility of doing the third. One can’t go from the first to the third; one must pass through the second.”
Here are the possible narratives to get some idea about the three victories of Aswapati: The first is from Book One Canto Three, the second from Book Three Canto Two, and the third from Book Three Canto Four. If the last three Cantos of Book One are the spiritual realisations of Yogi Aswapati as an Individual, Book Two’s fifteen Cantos give his Cosmic or Universal explorations. In the third, Book Three, The Book of the Divine Mother, with four Cantos, he is in the Transcendent. The entire presentation of these three Books runs into about 12,000 lines, half of the Epic. It was mostly written by Sri Aurobindo himslef, in his own hand, the final working draft during 1942-44. That makes the Yogi’s Autobiography itself, Aurobiography, with the most authentic details that any Yogi has written anywhere at all.
Our endeavour here is to put these as the Three Victories the Mother describes.
The First Victory
Aswapati comes as a delegate from Eternity, a direct Emanation of the Suprems. Having taken birth here in the mortal circumstance he first sets himself to discover his true Individuality.
A skyward being nourishing its roots
On sustenance from occult spiritual founts
Climbed through white rays to meet an unseen Sun. ||5.10||
His soul lived as eternity’s delegate,
His mind was like a fire assailing heaven,
His will a hunter in the trails of light. ||5.11||
Yet because he had entered into birth, into the inconscient circumstance, bound by ignorant nature, his soul must be released from that bondage. He must first find himself, who truly he is. Soon he sets himself on the yogic journey. This is his first victory, of becoming an individual.
At last the traveller in the paths of Time
Arrives on the frontiers of eternity. ||5.19||
His soul breaks out to join the Oversoul,
His life is oceaned by that superlife. ||5.22||
A topless supernature fills his frame:
She adopts his spirit’s everlasting ground
As the security of her changing world
And shapes the figure of her unborn mights. ||5.23||
Then is revealed in man the overt Divine. ||5.25||
A static Oneness and dynamic Power
Descend in him, the integral Godhead’s seals;
His soul and body take that splendid stamp. ||5.26||
His march now soared into an eagle’s flight. ||5.39||
A vision came of higher realms than ours,
A consciousness of brighter fields and skies,
Of beings less circumscribed than brief-lived men
And subtler bodies than these passing frames,
Objects too fine for our material grasp,
Acts vibrant with a superhuman light
And movements pushed by a superconscient force,
And joys that never flowed through mortal limbs,
And lovelier scenes than earth’s and happier lives. ||6.22||
Immortal eyes approached and looked in his, … ||6.34||
Even his body’s subtle self within
Could raise the earthly parts towards higher things
And feel on it the breath of heavenlier air. ||8.42||
Already it journeyed towards divinity:
Upbuoyed upon winged winds of rapid joy,
Upheld to a Light it could not always hold,
It left mind’s distance from the Truth supreme
And lost life’s incapacity for bliss. ||8.43||
Thus came his soul’s release from Ignorance,
His mind and body’s first spiritual change. ||9.1||
A wide God-knowledge poured down from above,
A new world-knowledge broadened from within:
His daily thoughts looked up to the True and One,
His commonest doings welled from an inner Light. ||9.2||
The Second Victory
Aswapati’s eagle flight now soars into the second victory, it “to consecrate the individual, that he may surrender entirely to the Divine and be identified with Him.” That is his intense world-embracing adoration to the Divine Mother. After all, to “free the self is but one radiant pace” only. God’s desire is that he fulfils himself in the world, fulfil through her. He is now standing on “being’s naked edge” and the Presence he yearns for suddenly draws close.
Across the silence of the ultimate Calm,
Out of a marvellous Transcendence’ core,
A body of wonder and translucency
As if a sweet mystic summary of her self,
Escaping into the original Bliss
Had come enlarged out of eternity,
Someone came infinite and absolute. ||81.2||
A being of wisdom, power and delight,
Even as a mother draws her child to her arms,
Took to her breast Nature and world and soul. ||81.3||
A Life from beyond grew conqueror here of Death… ||81.17||
The Formless and the Formed were joined in her. … ||81.18||
Her body of beauty mooned the seas of bliss. ||81.20||
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||
Hers is the mystery the Night conceals;
The spirit’s alchemist energy is hers;
She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire. ||81.22||
The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God;
She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The joy that beckons from the impossible,
The Might of all that never yet came down. ||81.23||
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things. ||81.24||
All here shall be one day her sweetness’s home,
All contraries prepare her harmony;
Towards her our knowledge climbs, our passion gropes,
In her miraculous rapture we shall dwell,
Her clasp will turn to ecstasy our pain. ||81.25||
Our self shall be one self with all through her. ||81.26||
In her confirmed because transformed in her,
Our life shall find in its fulfilled response
Above, the boundless hushed beatitudes,
Below, the wonder of the embrace divine. ||81.27||
The Third Victory
With that offering himself to the Divine Mother utterly the Yogi is now moving towards the third victory, the glory of glories, “that the Divine takes possession of this individual and changes him into a being in His own image”. He offers his ardent yet compelling prayer to her:
O Truth defended in thy secret sun,
Voice of her mighty musings in shut heavens
On things withdrawn within her luminous depths,
O Wisdom-Splendour, Mother of the universe,
Creatrix, the Eternal’s artist Bride,
Linger not long with thy transmuting hand
Pressed vainly on one golden bar of Time,
As if Time dare not open its heart to God. ||90.36||
O radiant fountain of the world’s delight
World-free and unattainable above,
O Bliss who ever dwellst deep hid within
While men seek thee outside and never find,
Mystery and Muse with hieratic tongue,
Incarnate the white passion of thy force,
Mission to earth some living form of thee. ||90.37||
One moment fill with thy eternity,
Let thy infinity in one body live, … ||90.38||
All heaven’s beauty crowd in earthly limbs! ||90.39||
Omnipotence, girdle with the power of God
Movements and moments of a mortal will,
Pack with the eternal might one human hour
And with one gesture change all future time. ||90.40||
Let a great word be spoken from the heights
And one great act unlock the doors of Fate. ||90.41||
How could she refuse? He has prepared the ground for her “mortal birth” to accomplish the divine task in this death-bound life on earth.
O strong forerunner, I have heard thy cry. ||91.3||
One shall descend and break the iron Law,
Change Nature’s doom by the lone Spirit’s power. ||91.4||
A limitless Mind that can contain the world,
A sweet and violent heart of ardent calms
Moved by the passions of the gods shall come. ||91.5||
All mights and greatnesses shall join in her;
Beauty shall walk celestial on the earth,
Delight shall sleep in the cloud-net of her hair
And in her body as on his homing tree
Immortal Love shall beat his glorious wings. ||91.6||
A music of griefless things shall weave her charm;
The harps of the Perfect shall attune her voice,
The streams of Heaven shall murmur in her laugh,
Her lips shall be the honeycombs of God,
Her limbs his golden jars of ecstasy,
Her breasts the rapture-flowers of Paradise. ||91.7||
She shall bear Wisdom in her voiceless bosom,
Strength shall be with her like a conqueror’s sword
And from her eyes the Eternal’s bliss shall gaze. ||91.8||
A seed shall be sown in Death’s tremendous hour,
A branch of heaven transplant to human soil;
Nature shall overleap her mortal step;
Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will. ||91.9||
He has absolutely done his mighty great. The incarnate Supreme now hands over the charge to the supreme Creatrix, even as he wills she executes.
The featured image is by Huta.
Savitri Book 3 Canto 4 – The Vision and the Boon
O strong forerunner, I have heard thy cry. ||91.3||
One shall descend and break the iron Law,
Change Nature’s doom by the lone Spirit’s power. ||91.4||

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