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Everybody can do it. It is done in this way: you concentrate. Now, it depends on what you want. If you have an inner problem and want the solution, you concentrate on this problem; if you want to know the condition you are in, which you are not aware of - if you want to get some light on the state you are in, you just come forward with simplicity and ask for the light. Or else, quite simply, if you are curious to know what the invisible knowledge has to tell you, you remain silent and still for a moment and then open the book. I always used to recommend taking a paper-knife, because it is thinner; while you are concentrated you insert it in the book and with the tip indicate something. Then, if you know how to concentrate, that is to say, if you really do it with an aspiration to have an answer, it always comes.
For, in books of this kind (Mother shows The Synthesis of Yoga), books of revelation, there is always an accumulation of forces - at least of higher mental forces, and most often of spiritual forces of the highest knowledge. Every book, on account of the words it contains, is like a small accumulator of these forces. People don't know this, for they don't know how to make use of it, but it is so. In the same way, in every picture, photograph, there is an accumulation, a small accumulation representative of the force of the person whose picture it is, of his nature and, if he has powers, of his powers. Now, you, when you are sincere and have an aspiration, you emanate a certain vibration, the vibration of your aspiration which goes and meets the corresponding force in the book, and it is a higher consciousness which gives you the answer.
Everything is contained potentially. Each element of a whole potentially contains what is in the whole. It is a little difficult to explain, but you will understand with an example: when people want to practise magic, if they have a bit of nail or hair, it is enough for them, because within this, potentially, there is all that is in the being itself. And in a book there is potentially - not expressed, not manifest - the knowledge which is in the person who wrote the book. Thus, Sri Aurobindo represented a totality of comprehension and knowledge and power; and every one of his books is at once a symbol and a representation. Every one of his books contains symbolically, potentially, what is in him. Therefore, if you concentrate on the book, you can, through the book, go back to the source. And even, by passing through the book, you will be able to receive much more than what is just in the book.
There is always a way of reading and understanding what one reads, which gives an answer to what you want. It is not just a chance or an amusement, nor is it a kind of diversion. You may do it just "like that", and then nothing at all happens to you, you have no reply and it is not interesting. But if you do it seriously, if seriously your aspiration tries to concentrate on this instrument - it is like a battery, isn't it, which contains energies - if it tries to come into contact with the energy which is there and insists on having the answer to what it wants to know, well, naturally, the energy which is there - the union of the two forces, the force given out by you and that accumulated in the book - will guide your hand and your paper-knife or whatever you have; it will guide you exactly to the thing that expresses what you ought to know…. Obviously, if one does it without sincerity or conviction, nothing at all happens. If it is done sincerely, one gets an answer.
Certain books are like this, more powerfully charged than others; there are others where the result is less clear. But generally, books containing aphorisms and short sentences - not very long philosophical explanations, but rather things in a condensed and precise form - it is with these that one succeeds best.
Naturally, the value of the answer depends on the value of the spiritual force contained in the book. If you take a novel, it will tell you nothing at all but stupidities. But if you take a book containing a condensation of forces - of knowledge or spiritual force or teaching power - you will receive your answer.
तत्सवितुर्वरं रूपं ज्योतिः परस्य धीमहि । यन्नः सत्येन दीपयेत् ।।
Tat savitur varam rūpam jyotiḥ parasya dhīmahi, yannaḥ satyena dīpayet
Let us meditate on the most auspicious (best) form of Savitri, on the Light of the Supreme which shall illumine us with the Truth.
In god-years yet unmeasured by a man's thought or by the earth's dance or the moon's spin I have guarded the law of the Invisible for the sake of thy smile, O sweet; While lives followed innumerable winged lives, as if birds crossing a wide sea, I have watched on the path of the centuries for the light of thy running feet.
The earth's dancing with the sun in his fire-robes, was it not thou circling my flame-soul, The gazings of the moon in its nectar-joy were my look questing for thee through Space? The world's haste and the racing of the tense mind and the long gallop of fleet years Were my speed to arrive through the flux of things and to neighbour at last thy face.
The earth's seeking is mine and the immense scope of the slow aeons my heart's way; For I follow a secret and sublime Will and the steps of thy Mother-might. In the dim brute and the peering of man's brain and the calm sight in a god's eyes It is I questing in Life's broken ways for thy laughter and love and light.
When Time moved not nor yet Space was unrolled wide, for thy game of the worlds I gave Myself to thy delightful hands of power to govern me and move and drive; To earth's dumbness I fell for thy desire's sport weaving my spirit stuff In a million pattern-shapes of souls made with me alive.
The worlds are only a playfield of Thou-I and a hued masque of the Two-One, I am in thee as thou art in me, O Love; we are closer than heart and breast; From thee I leaped forth struck to a spirit spark, I mount back in the soul's fire; To our motion the stars whirl in the swing of Time, our oneness is Nature's rest.
When Light first from the unconscious Immense burst to create nebula and sun 'Twas the meeting of our hands through the empty Night that enkindled the fateful blaze; The huge systems abandoned their inert trance and this green crater of life rose That we might look on each other form on form from the depths of a living gaze.
The mind travelled in its ranges tier on tier with its wide-eyed or its rapt thought, My thought toiling laboured to know all myself in thee to our atoms and widths and deeps,
My all yearns to thy all to be held close, to the heart heart and to self self, As a sea with a sea joins or limbs with limbs, and as waking's delight with sleep's.
When mind pinnacled is lost in thy Light-Vasts and the man drowns in the wide god, Thy Truth shall ungirdle its golden flames and thy diamond whiteness blaze; My souls lumined shall discover their joy-self, they shall clasp all in the near One, And the sorrow of the heart shall turn to bliss and thy sweetness possess earth's days.
Then shall Life be thy arms drawing thy own clasped to thy breast's rapture or calm peace, With thy joy for the spirit's immortal flame and thy peace for its deathless base. Our eyes meeting the long love shut in deep eyes and our beings held fast and one, I shall know that the game was well worth the toil whose end is thy divine embrace.
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After having hoped so much, after having believed that my outer being was at last to become an instrument adapted to Thy purpose, after feeling hopeful that I would at last be delivered from this obscure and cumbersome "self", I feel I am as far from the goal as before, as ignorant, as egoistic as I was before this great expectation. And the path stretches out once again, interminable across the fields of inconscience. The sublime door has closed again and I find myself still on the threshold of the sanctuary without being able to enter within. But I have learnt to look at everything with a smile and a tranquil heart. I ask only this of Thee, O my divine Master, not to let me make any mistakes; even if the instrument is still condemned for a time to unconsciousness, grant that it may let itself be guided faithfully and docilely by Thy divine law.
I bow to Thee, O Lord, with a deep and pure devotion. Oh! Be the sovereign Master of all hearts.
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Savitri Book 1 Canto 5 - The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness
A larger lustre lit the mighty page. ||18.15|| A purpose mingled with the whims of Time, A meaning met the stumbling pace of Chance And Fate revealed a chain of seeing Will; A conscious wideness filled the old dumb Space. ||18.16|| In the Void he saw throned the Omniscience supreme. ||18.17||
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