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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'.

My Savitri work with the Mother

  The Mother : Contact   On Savitri

Huta
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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.

My Savitri work with the Mother
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 The Mother : Contact  On Savitri

14 December 1961

On 14th December 1961 her explanation of picture three was very interesting. The Mother asked me:

Child, show a squirrel trying to climb on Savitri's lap and attempting to eat flower petals. That will look very nice.

The verses run:

And the mighty wideness of the primitive earth
And the brooding multitude of patient trees
And the musing sapphire leisure of the sky
And the solemn weight of the slowly passing months
Had left in her deep room for thought and God. ||3.24||
There was her drama's radiant prologue lived. ||3.25||

The next day I received from the Mother a card depicting a girl fondling a rabbit—that was the model. Since the detail was to be shown, it took a few days to paint the scene. The Mother liked the painting very much.

Pictures four and five followed:

Here with the suddenness divine advents have,
Repeating the marvel of the first descent,
Changing to rapture the dull earthly round,
Love came to her hiding the shadow, Death. ||3.27||
Well might he find in her his perfect shrine. ||3.28||


All in her pointed to a nobler kind. ||3.30||
Near to earth's wideness, intimate with heaven,
Exalted and swill her young large-visioned spirit
Voyaging through worlds of splendour and of calm
Overflew the ways of Thought to unborn things. ||3.31||
Ardent was her self-poised unstumbling will;
Her mind, a sea of white sincerity,
Passionate inflow, had not one turbid wave. ||3.32||

As always the Mother instructed me by means of her drawings, which I copied on canvas boards and sent to her for her approval. Afterwards I did paintings according to the colour-scheme she indicated. Sometimes she used to alter a painting with pencil and ask me to fill in the colours.

After explaining to me the two pictures she went into a trance. Then she said:

It starts with Love and it ends with Love, but in between there is a terrible mess. After all this, one thing lasts and that is Love...










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