The Sun and The Rainbow

A DREAM-VISION: JANUARY 3,1962

A LETTER TO THE MOTHER

Early this morning — a little before 3:30 a.m. — I had a dream. I saw you standing in a room high up in a very tall building. You are standing with your back turned towards the door and talking with someone inside. I am standing far below in a garden and looking up at you and saying, "There is Mother standing."

I suddenly see fire coming out of a door on the floor just below the level at which you are. And I realise that the flame is most rapidly mounting up. I see that in a few minutes it will touch your dress. But how am I to warn you? I am so far down that if I climb up it will take too long. So I want to shout. But somebody from behind holds me tight and I feel as if my mouth were shut up by somebody's hand. I struggle to move away that hand and to shout. But the one who is behind me and shutting my mouth says, "Wait. Just look!"

Then, with the fear that the fire would touch you. I close my eyes and say to myself, in an appeal to Sri Aurobindo, "How can this happen? Mother is divine and she must know that the fire is below her!" Then I open my eyes and see that you are now facing the door and looking at the fire. The fire is touching you and yet nothing happens: it is as if it were playing with you and as if you were talking with it.

The whole scene changes. Now I see you standing in the Ashram where you daily give flowers to people. You are near the chest of drawers and holding a plate in which there is a heap of roses meaning "Surrender", You tell everybody, "Now I will give only this flower, because all of you need it." You push all the other flowers away. But to Vasudha you laugh and say, "I won't give you this." Then you pick out some other

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flower and give it to her. I don't know what it is.

Next you look at me where I always stand. You tell me, "Choose your own flower, because I won't give you the Surrender rose." You distribute the roses and I am searching for my flower from a tray near me. Many kinds of flowers are there. After distributing the roses, you come to me saying, "Which flower have you chosen?" I say, "Mother: the one I want is not there." So you say, "All right. Then I will give you
the one you want." Already you have something in one hand which you are keeping closed. From the tray you also pick up a flower with the other hand. You come over to where you always give flowers to me.

Then you open the palm which you were keeping closed, and you ask me, "Is this the flower you want?" I search for the flower in your palm, but I don't see it. Yet I feel and know inside me that there is a flower. So I look at you and say, "Mother, I know the flower is there. How is it I can't see it?" You reply, "My child, that is the very flower you have chosen - the flower meaning 'The Divine's Invisible Truth'. You
have been searching for this truth. Already I have made you see something of it today when you saw me at the edge of the door high up with the fire mounting towards me. Looking with your human eyes you feared, but at the end you saw the truth that I am the Divine and so the fear you had was gone."

Then you pull me near to you and I put out my hands to hold you as I usually do. Suddenly I see that there are many people behind you and I draw back. Then you say, "Let them see. They must know everything now." And you take me in your arms and give me the flower which you were holding in your other hand. The flower is: "The Joy of Faithfulness." And inside this flower there is just one petal of "The Divine's Love". You say, "At present take this. It will do. By and by you will find the whole of the flower meaning 'The Divine's Invisible Truth'."

SEHRA

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