My Savitri work with the Mother

15 August 1960

Now it was Sri Aurobindo's birthday. The Mother distributed the following message to everyone:

The Mother of God

A conscious and eternal Power is here
Behind unhappiness and mortal birth
And the error of Thought and blundering trudge of Time.
The Mother of God, his sister and his spouse,
Daughter of his wisdom, of his might the mate,
She has leapt from the Transcendent secret breast
To build her rainbow worlds of mind and life.
Between the superconscient absolute Light
And the Inconscient's vast unthinking toil
In the rolling and routine of Matter's sleep
And the somnambulist motion of the stars
She forces on the cold unwilling Void
Her adventure of Life, the passionate dreams of her lust.
Amid the work of darker Powers she is here
To heal the evils and mistakes of Space
And change the tragedy of the ignorant world
Into a Divine Comedy of joy
And the laughter and the rapture of God's bliss.
The Mother of God is master of our souls;
We are the partners of his birth in Time,
Inheritors we share his eternity.

I finished typing the Second Part of The Eternal Wisdom. The Mother asked me to keep the scripts, which I still have with me. I asked the Mother what work I should do. She said: "I don't know." Then after a pause she asked:

Would you like to work in HEC? (Honesty Engineers and Contractors)

I answered: "No, Mother, I am sorry." Both of us remained quiet for a few minutes. She went into a trance. When she awoke, she stretched her hand towards the stool nearby and picked up a toy-rabbit with ruby eyes. While giving it to me she said:

This is from Paris. Isn't it cute? Child, take this rabbit with you when you go to sleep.

I said: "Eh, no, Mother, if I do so, it will turn into a distorted ball of wool. I'll cherish it as your sweet memento." She smiled and nodded. According to the Mother, a rabbit signifies Surrender. Wasn't she hinting to me to surrender exclusively to the Supreme Lord?

August came to a close. I painted the face of a woman and showed it to the Mother. She encouraged me:

I like it. I am very happy that you still remember the Truth. The beauty of the soul must come out.

Vasudha and two girls started learning to make artificial flowers from silk and other fabrics at my place. I made for the Mother a spray. which she admired and kept in her dressing room. But there was no precise work. Everything seemed unsettled and precarious. The joy of life was often eclipsed by depression and despondency. I tried to move away from the dark aura of recurrent distress and unhappiness. The hostile forces were worming their way up to possess my consciousness. I felt a sharp pang at the thought of how to reach my goal. My inner struggle began.