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Soul’s Scene

Dec 11, 2018

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Impassible she waits long for the sun’s gold and the azure, The sea’s song with its slow happy refrain’s plashes of pleasure, — As man’s soul in its depths waits the outbreaking of the light and the godhead And the bliss that God felt when he created his image.

Explorations in Savitri 093, pp. 245-246

Dec 10, 2018

Dr Alok Pandey and Narad on Savitri (VIDEO)

A technician admirable, a thinker crude, A riveter of Life to habit's grooves, Obedient to gross Matter's tyranny, A prisoner of the moulds in which it works, It binds itself by what itself creates.

Savitri Study Class 23-02 “Vanity of the Ideal”, pp. 609-612

Dec 9, 2018

Death continues his gospel condemning man’s hopes for the Ideal as sheer vanity and a fantasy. He tries to show the ‘harsh reality’ of earthly life to Savitri to discourage her from pursing her quest for making Earth a home for Heavenly truths.

Renewal

Dec 5, 2018

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To the lives sundered can Time bring rejoining, Love that was slain be reborn with the body? In the mind null, from the heart’s chords rejected, Lost to the sense, but the spirit remembers!

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 1 Canto 3

Dec 4, 2018

A Seer was born, a shining Guest of Time.

Savitri Satsang 072 pp. 129-131

Dec 3, 2018

A weekly sharing on Savitri by Dr Alok Pandey (an audio recording in English).

Explorations in Savitri 092, pp. 243-245

Nov 30, 2018

Dr Alok Pandey and Narad on Savitri (VIDEO)

Mind, life the playthings of a Titan's babe. As one it works who builds a mimic fort Miraculously stable for a while, Made of the sands upon a bank of Time Mid an occult eternity's shoreless sea.

Savitri Study Class 23-01 “The Gospel of Death”, pp. 607-609

Nov 27, 2018

Death is there to disillusion man from his quest for the Ideal. Therefore he starts his gospel mocking at man’s idea of God and Love which, according to him, are nothing but illusions painted by man's mind and desires.

The Lost Boat

Nov 27, 2018

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Not with one moment of sharp close or the slow fall of a dim curtain the play ceases: Yet is there Time to be crossed, lives to be lived out, the unplayed acts of the soul’s drama.