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At the Feet of The Mother

Prayers and Meditations

Richard Pearson recites 54 selected Prayers and Meditations
(translation from original French by Rishabhchand).
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"SUDDENLY the veil was rent, the horizon was disclosed, and before the clear vision my whole being threw itself at Thy feet in a great outburst of gratitude. Yet in spite of this deep and integral joy, all was calm, all was peaceful with the peace of eternity."
I have now understood that so long as there will be a manifested universe, the "I" will remain necessary for Thy manifestation... But what must be radically and definitively suppressed, is the illusory thought ... of the separate "I". At no moment, in no circumstances must we forget that our "I" has no reality outside Thee.
"Nothing is in the universe but Thy life, Thy light, Thy love[...] Thy divine love floods my being; Thy supreme light is shining in every cell; all exults because it knows Thee and because it is one with Thee."
ON the surface is the storm, the sea is in turmoil, waves clash and leap one on another and break with a mighty uproar. But all the time, under this water in fury, are vast smiling expanses, peaceful and motionless.
Who can resist Thy divine power? Thou art the sole and supreme Reality. My being gathers itself in a mute adoration and everything disappears that is not Thou.
Let me be consumed with this love divine, love powerful, infinite, unfathomable, in every activity, in all the worlds of being!
O DIVINE and adorable Mother, with Thy help what is there that is impossible? [..] Thou hast accepted us as fit intermediaries between the unthinkable realities and the relativities of the physical world, and Thy constant presence in our midst is a token of Thy active collaboration.
A day will come when the harmony shall be achieved and all the country shall be, by its very life, the bearer of Thy word and Thy manifestation. But meanwhile my pen is mute to chant Thy praise.
Lord, thou hast given me the happiness infinite... What being, what circumstances can have the power to take it away from me?