An account of Huta's sadhana & the grace showered on her by The Mother - especially how Mother prepared her for painting the series: 'Meditations on Savitri'.
The Mother : Contact On Savitri
This book tells the story of how Huta came to the Ashram and began her work with the Mother. It presents a detailed account of how the Mother prepared and encouraged her to learn painting and helped her to create two series of paintings: the 472 pictures comprising Meditations on Savitri and the 116 pictures that accompanied the Mother's comments titled About Savitri. During their meetings, where the Mother revealed her visions for each painting by drawing sketches and explaining which colours should be used, the unique importance of Savitri and the Mother's own experiences connected to the poem come clearly into view. The book is also a representation of Huta's sadhana, her struggles and her progress, and the solicitude and grace showered on her by the Mother.
THEME/S
On 3rd August 1960 the aircraft touched down, after some terrible bumps, at Bombay airport. I had a splitting headache which became sharper as each moment passed. It had been impossible for me to sleep in the plane. There was nothing glaring to declare at the customs. Two Officers after checking my British Passport asked me whether I wished to exchange pounds for rupees. I said "No". Mrs. Saralaben Shah welcomed me at the aerodrome and took me to her house where I stayed overnight. The next morning I flew to Madras where I was received by Laljibhai, his son Suresh and his Manager Mr. Pathak.
Nobody informed me that I was to meet the Mother that very afternoon. I was longing to see her. But everything was amazingly changed. I felt as if I were a stranger. My apartment also appeared alien to me. The whole night I passed wondering what world I had landed in. The Mother must have observed and tested my consciousness during the night in order to tune it up. The following morning, the 5th August, I took out from my suitcase a number of gifts for the Mother and kept them ready to offer her at 4 p.m.
I entered her Dressing Room and stood in front of her. She studied my face for a long moment, her eyes full of warmth and compassion for what seemed to me almost an eternity of time without words. Our eyes spoke to each other. Then slowly I knelt down at her feet. She folded me into her arms. The sweetness of relief filled my heart. My soul whispered: "Oh, at last to my true home!" I looked at her. Tears of joy streamed down at the sight of her. Time still lay suspended. Then finally she spoke:
You were pretty and now you are prettier.
My cheeks flushed, a slight smile touched my lips. The Mother said:
Didn't anybody inform you that I had been waiting for you yesterday?
I said: "Unfortunately, no." Then she saw all the things I had brought for her. She expressed her pleasure by touching and feeling them. She told me:
Child, come to me every day at 4 p.m.
I thanked her and took my leave. Thus I resumed my journey on the spiritual path.
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