A compilation of Huta’s autobiographical notes, about which The Mother said : 'This is the interesting story of how a being discovers the Divine Life.'
The Mother : Contact
The Story of a Soul, Huta's journal of her progress on the spiritual path, runs from 1954 to 1973. This records many of her conversations with the Mother, their private meditations in the Mother's room at the Playground, and their correspondence. In her numerous cards and messages the Mother consoled Huta in her difficulties, appreciated her skill in various works, and promised to help her realise her true being.
THEME/S
On 24.11.55—The Realisation Day—in the morning the Mother distributed the following message:
How shall ascending Nature near her goal? Not through man's stumbling tardy intellect Straining the powers around it to detect But by the surer vision of his soul. Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - I An algebra of mind, a scheme of sense, A symbol language without depth or wings, A power to handle deftly outward things Is our poor booty of intelligence; Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - II The Truth is greater and asks deeper ways. A sense that gathers all into one being, A close and luminous touch, an intimate seeing, A Thought flung free from the world's daedal maze, Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - I A heart of calm in sympathy with all, A will one pointed wide imperial. Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - I
How shall ascending Nature near her goal? Not through man's stumbling tardy intellect Straining the powers around it to detect But by the surer vision of his soul.
Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - I
An algebra of mind, a scheme of sense, A symbol language without depth or wings, A power to handle deftly outward things Is our poor booty of intelligence;
Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: The Ways of the Spirit - II
The Truth is greater and asks deeper ways. A sense that gathers all into one being, A close and luminous touch, an intimate seeing, A Thought flung free from the world's daedal maze,
A heart of calm in sympathy with all, A will one pointed wide imperial.
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