My Savitri work with the Mother

31 July 1970

When the Mother's voice was all right, she could work on Savitri. The Mother and I loved our work immensely. But unfortunately most of our time was taken away by other people and visitors, so there was not enough time for this heart¬warming work. I felt it was a great loss for the whole of humanity. In whatever time that remained, the Mother and I used to meditate.

She recited the passage eighteenth of Book One, Canto 4 on 31st July 1970:

A consciousness that knows not its own truth,
A vagrant hunter of misleading dawns,
Between the being's dark and luminous ends
Moves here in a half-light that seems the whole;
An interregnum in Reality
Cuts off the integral Thought, the total Power;
It circles or stands in a vague interspace,
Doubtful of its beginning and its close,
Or runs upon a road that has no end;
Far from the original Dusk, the final Flame
In some huge void Inconscience it lives,
Like a thought persisting in a wide emptiness. ||12.1||
As if an unintelligible phrase
Suggested a million renderings to the Mind,
It lends a purport to the random world. ||12.2||
A conjecture leaning upon doubtful proofs,
A message misunderstood, a thought confused
Missing its aim is all that it can speak
Or a fragment of the universal word. ||12.3||
It leaves two giant letters void of sense
While without sanction turns the middle sign
Carrying an enigmatic universe,
As if a present without future or past
Repeating the same revolution's whirl
Turned on its axis in its own Inane. ||12.4||

Her comments ran:

This is the world as it seems to the eyes of an ignorant vanity that lives without knowing, sees without understanding and is cut off from its Origin. The why of all this is hidden, and unless it is discovered and lived consciously, life will always be an incoherent horror.

But we are here to discover, to know and to live, and we can bear the horror with the certitude that the Light, the Knowledge and the Purpose will be one day manifested.

With patience and firmness and quiet assurance we must go on, we must endure and we must realise.

This was her last explanation. Here our work on About Savitri came to an end. She signed my files in which I had transcribed her comments.

I also gave her the tapes of her recitations of Savitri and her comments and the files of the typed scripts regarding the work of About Savitri. She refused to accept them and told me firmly:

I will not keep them here. You will keep them with you—they are yours—you are in charge of them. I am giving them to you with my blessings.