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At the Feet of The Mother
If God is hidden in the particle of dust then inevitably one day the dust below our feet will climb beyond thought towards its Godlike destiny. What is hidden must one day manifest. On the other hand, if we suppose that there is no such god then not only there is no hope, but nothing worth saving. [w]
The Divine Mother, out of her infinite Grace leans down towards creation and even consents to limit herself sacrificing her infinity so that man can be pulled up towards the Eternal and the Infinite.
SELECTIONS FROM CONVERSATIONS BY THE MOTHER (TEXT)
... the nearer one is to the summit of the ladder, the more it is like that, and consequently the more difficult it is to organise one’s being; because when you have about a dozen elements, you can quickly compass and organise them, but when you have thousands of them, it is difficult.
Video in Hindi
This talk is a summary of Book Two Canto Thirteen of Savitri. Here cease the limits of Mind. All is plunged in the nirvana of a vast impersonality, formless, causeless, a state of escape into vacant Nothingness. It is not the state of pure Existence but of Its reflection in the mind substance.
REFLECTIONS ON PRAYERS AND MEDITATIONS OF THE MOTHER (VIDEO)
This prayer is revelatory of the Silence behind life and its power to regenerate and rejuvenate us.
Essays and Talks of Nirodbaran
How the Ashram also contributes to the material welfare of the town can be realised from the present story. This story is about a very practical piece of work resulting from the Yogic life pursued in the Ashram under the guidance of the Mother.
The urge to help is one of the impulses that characterise the nobler side of our humanity. It is also a first corrective to our grosser forms of egoism and reminds us that we are neither isolated nor alone.
The lovers of the gold-pot can be left to their earnings and hoardings but the lovers of high and noble things, the lovers of idealism, the lovers of poetry and literature and art for the joy of it, the lovers of true love are the ones who are remembered when time enters an age to sweep it clear of all that is dead and gone.
You must neither turn with an ascetic shrinking from the money power, the means it gives and the objects it brings, nor cherish a rajasic attachment to them or a spirit of enslaving self-indulgence in their gratifications.
True love is indeed a divinity in its own right. If true love is there or at least an effort towards it then one is already striving on the Path. It does not matter whether one outwardly believes in god or not or is into some formal practice. [w]