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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

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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

21 April 1958

My fourth brother, Maganbhai, who had gone to London, came to the Ashram. The Mother gave him an interview and told him about my going with him to Africa. He was glad and said to her that since he had some work in Bombay I could join him there, then we would fly to Africa. So this was arranged. Meanwhile, on 21st April 1958 the Mother wrote a letter to Laljibhai:

To Laljibhai with blessings.

As you must know, Huta is going to Africa with Maganbhai. I am writing to tell you that I have not only allowed but approved of this travel. Her body needs a change of climate and I am sure that it will do her a lot of good to pass some time in Africa. I have told her to come back here as soon as she feels strong and fit.

Hoping that all is well with you and your family.

Love and blessings for all

Before I left for East Africa, the Mother saw me in the Meditation Hall upstairs. She gave me a variety of flowers in a small yellow-gold satin bag. Then she took from a small stool nearby an orange-coloured Kashmiri silken shawl and while handing it to me, said with a smile:

Tiens, mon petit, press it close to your heart when you go to sleep and you will feel my Presence.

After that the Mother went into a trance for a short while. On waking she affirmed:

Everything will be all right.

The Mother enfolded me more closely and kissed my forehead. The soothing strength of her fingers warmly clasped mine. The parting was unutterably painful.

Interested people thought I wanted to get married—I had many distractions—I had gone nuts —I had a loose character—so the Mother was sending me away. Some even thought that I was totally possessed by the devil and had fallen out of the Mother's Grace forever. Their nasty tongues kept wagging about me.










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