My Savitri work with the Mother

19 November 1961

On 19th November the Mother made me understand the nineteenth picture of Book One, Canto 1:

Mortality bears ill the eternal's touch.... ||2.11||
Inflicting on the heights the abysm's law,
It sullies with its mire heaven's messengers:
Its thorns of fallen nature are the defence
It turns against the saviour hands of Grace;
It meets the sons of God with death and pain. ||2.12||

She asked me to show in the painting, blood oozing from Savitri's hands and right foot.

I did the painting.

When the Mother saw it, in the afternoon, she commented:

The expression of Savitri is very good indeed.

The next morning the twentieth picture was explained by the Mother.

Thus trapped in the gin of earthly destinies,
Awaiting her ordeal's hour abode,
Outcast from her inborn felicity,
Accepting life's obscure terrestrial robe,
Hiding herself even from those she loved,
The godhead greater by a human fate. ||2.17||

As usual the Mother saw the painting in the afternoon and was satisfied with my progress.

The next picture—number twenty one—was suggested by the Mother:

Against the evil at life's afflicted roots,
Her own calamity its private sign,
Of her pangs she made a mystic poignant sword ||2.25||

In the afternoon I went to the Mother with the painting which she liked and approved.