My Savitri work with the Mother

01 September 1965

The Mother saw the last paintings of Book Twelve—Epilogue on 1st September 1965.

For painting twelve the Mother said:

O, it is like a fairyland.

She saw the last paintings of Savitri.

The verses of picture thirteen ran:

Numberless the stars swam on their shadowy field
Describing in the gloom the ways of light. ||159.4||
Then while they skirted yet the southward verge,
Lost in the halo of her musing brows
Night, splendid with the moon dreaming in heaven
In silver peace, possessed her luminous reign. ||159.5||
She brooded through her stillness on a thought
Deep-guarded by her mystic folds of light,
And in her bosom nursed a greater dawn. ||159.6||

When the Mother saw the painting she told me in moving words:

It is beautiful, excellent—full of feeling:

I actually saw her eyes moist with tears of happiness—because indeed, she was anxiously waiting for the auspicious day to come, the great Dawn of the Supramental World. Then we had a peaceful meditation. After that the Mother looked at me for quite a long time. Then suddenly she spread her arms and took me into them—she kissed my forehead and cheeks. It was a perfect Divine Love. She promised me:

Child, henceforth everything will come automatically—spontaneously through your hand. My Inspiration will hover over your head. When you invoke it, it will come.

Despite my colossal struggle, setbacks, miseries and trouble the Mother made me fulfil her wish and vision along with my soul's aspiration.

Then with a smile she put a garland of Jasmines around my neck—this was my reward. In my birthday card she wrote:

1.9.65

Bonne Fête!

To My dear little child Huta

With my blessings for your whole being to become conscious of your soul and to manifest it constantly in your thoughts, feelings and actions.

In Eternal Love

The Savitri paintings and other paintings were done in the midst of hideous difficulties and sufferings. Many a time the Mother was taken suddenly ill she ran a temperature along with a cold and cough. Despite all this, she never stopped explaining to me Savitri paintings. On my side too there were spells of indisposition. But the stress of inspiration was so intense that I could not stop. The Mother gave certain dates in the week for our work. The rest of the days I was so preoccupied with painting that sometimes there was no time even to comb my hair. When my maid servant was absent, I had no time to go to the Dining Room. I had to make do with bits of bread and water. Often the electricity failed. The inspiration was so intense that I had to hold a flash-light in one hand and keep on painting with the other. I simply could not halt. During the rainfall, the water would leak from all sides of the ceiling. I suffered from a severe cold and cough. I had to clean the rooms before I retired late at night.

The Mother instructed me that I should clean the brushes and the palette as soon as my work was over. Several times I got electric shocks in the water while cleaning the brushes. They were terrifying. Later this was rectified by Bula-da for whom I had a great regard. Once he told me:

Huta, let other people go in the Frontier Mail, we will go in the goods train. That too will reach the goal—slowly but surely.

I liked his advice.

The Mother's Force was working ceaselessly in my whole being to fulfil my soul's aspiration. She believed in killing several birds with one stone. Only the Divine Diplomat can do this.