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What is a "Personalised" section?

A "personalised" section means that the content is refreshed per view for you, as if in answer to your inner aspiration.

How are the quotations in the Guidance section selected?

The content is selected from the words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo. It is the electronic equivalent of looking up any of Sri Aurobindo's or The Mother's works to receive an indication or answer. The explanation of the physical process follows..

The Mother explains the process:

Everybody can do it. It is done in this way: you concentrate. Now, it depends on what you want. If you have an inner problem and want the solution, you concentrate on this problem; if you want to know the condition you are in, which you are not aware of - if you want to get some light on the state you are in, you just come forward with simplicity and ask for the light. Or else, quite simply, if you are curious to know what the invisible knowledge has to tell you, you remain silent and still for a moment and then open the book. I always used to recommend taking a paper-knife, because it is thinner; while you are concentrated you insert it in the book and with the tip indicate something. Then, if you know how to concentrate, that is to say, if you really do it with an aspiration to have an answer, it always comes.

For, in books of this kind (Mother shows The Synthesis of Yoga), books of revelation, there is always an accumulation of forces - at least of higher mental forces, and most often of spiritual forces of the highest knowledge. Every book, on account of the words it contains, is like a small accumulator of these forces. People don't know this, for they don't know how to make use of it, but it is so. In the same way, in every picture, photograph, there is an accumulation, a small accumulation representative of the force of the person whose picture it is, of his nature and, if he has powers, of his powers. Now, you, when you are sincere and have an aspiration, you emanate a certain vibration, the vibration of your aspiration which goes and meets the corresponding force in the book, and it is a higher consciousness which gives you the answer.

Everything is contained potentially. Each element of a whole potentially contains what is in the whole. It is a little difficult to explain, but you will understand with an example: when people want to practise magic, if they have a bit of nail or hair, it is enough for them, because within this, potentially, there is all that is in the being itself. And in a book there is potentially - not expressed, not manifest - the knowledge which is in the person who wrote the book. Thus, Sri Aurobindo represented a totality of comprehension and knowledge and power; and every one of his books is at once a symbol and a representation. Every one of his books contains symbolically, potentially, what is in him. Therefore, if you concentrate on the book, you can, through the book, go back to the source. And even, by passing through the book, you will be able to receive much more than what is just in the book.

There is always a way of reading and understanding what one reads, which gives an answer to what you want. It is not just a chance or an amusement, nor is it a kind of diversion. You may do it just "like that", and then nothing at all happens to you, you have no reply and it is not interesting. But if you do it seriously, if seriously your aspiration tries to concentrate on this instrument - it is like a battery, isn't it, which contains energies - if it tries to come into contact with the energy which is there and insists on having the answer to what it wants to know, well, naturally, the energy which is there - the union of the two forces, the force given out by you and that accumulated in the book - will guide your hand and your paper-knife or whatever you have; it will guide you exactly to the thing that expresses what you ought to know…. Obviously, if one does it without sincerity or conviction, nothing at all happens. If it is done sincerely, one gets an answer.

Certain books are like this, more powerfully charged than others; there are others where the result is less clear. But generally, books containing aphorisms and short sentences - not very long philosophical explanations, but rather things in a condensed and precise form - it is with these that one succeeds best.

Naturally, the value of the answer depends on the value of the spiritual force contained in the book. If you take a novel, it will tell you nothing at all but stupidities. But if you take a book containing a condensation of forces - of knowledge or spiritual force or teaching power - you will receive your answer.



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Mantra : The Mother & Sri Aurobindo


Open my mind...



Prayer in English : Open my mind...


OM Sri Aurobindo Mira
     Open my mind, my heart, my life
to your Light, your Love, your Power. In all
things may I see the Divine



Open my mind.. (Joya Mitter)




Poem by Sri Aurobindo


The Life Heavens

A life of intensities wide, immune
    Floats behind the earth and her life-fret,
A magic of realms mastered by spell and rune,
    Grandiose, blissful, coloured, increate.

A music there wanders mortal ear
    Hears not, seizing, intimate, remote,
Wide-winged in soul-spaces, fire-clear,
    Heaping note on enrapturing new note.

Forms deathless there triumph, hues divine
    Thrill with nets of glory the moved air;
Each sense is an ecstasy, love the sign
    Of one outblaze of godhead that two share.

The peace of the senses, the senses' stir
    On one harp are joined mysteries; pain
Transmuted is ravishment's minister,
    A high note and a fiery refrain.

All things are a harmony faultless, pure;
    Grief is not nor stain-wound of desire;
The heart-beats are a cadence bright and sure
    Of Joy's quick steps, too invincible to tire.

A Will there, a Force, a magician Mind
    Moves, and builds at once its delight-norms,
The marvels it seeks for surprised, outlined,
    Hued, alive, a cosmos of fair forms,

Sounds, colours, joy-flamings. Life lies here
    Dreaming, bound to the heavens of its goal,
In the clasp of a Power that enthrals to sheer
    Bliss and beauty body and rapt soul.

My spirit sank drowned in the wonder surge:
    Screened, withdrawn was the greatness it had sought;
Lost was the storm-stress and the warrior urge,
    Lost the titan winging of the thought.

It lay at ease in a sweetness of heaven-sense
    Delivered from grief, with no need left to aspire,
Free, self-dispersed in voluptuous innocence,
    Lulled and borne into roseate cloud-fire.

But suddenly there soared a dateless cry,
    Deep as Night, imperishable as Time;
It seemed Death's dire appeal to Eternity,
    Earth's outcry to the limitless Sublime.

"O high seeker of immortality,
    Is there not, ineffable, a bliss
Too vast for these finite harmonies,
    Too divine for the moment's unsure kiss?

"Arms taking to a voiceless supreme delight,
    Life that meets the Eternal with close breast,
An unwalled mind dissolved in the Infinite,
    Force one with unimaginable rest?

"I, Earth, have a deeper power than Heaven;
    My lonely sorrow surpasses its rose-joys,
A red and bitter seed of the raptures seven;—
    My dumbness fills with echoes of a far Voice.

"By me the last finite, yearning, strives
    To reach the last infinity's unknown,
The Eternal is broken into fleeting lives
    And Godhead pent in the mire and the stone."

Dissolving the kingdoms of happy ease
    Rocked and split and faded their dream-chime.
All vanished; ungrasped eternities
    Sole survived and Timelessness seized Time.

Earth's heart was felt beating below me still,
    Veiled, immense, unthinkable above
My consciousness climbed like a topless hill,
    Crossed seas of Light to epiphanies of Love.

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Prayers and Meditations : The Mother


March 7, 1915

It is past, the time of sweet mental silence, so peaceful, so pure, through which could be felt the profound will expressing itself in its all-powerful truth. Now the will is no longer perceived; and the mind once more necessarily active, analyses, classifies, judges, chooses, constantly reacts as a transforming agent upon everything that is imposed on the individuality, grown wide enough to be in contact with a world infinitely vast and complex, a world of mingled light and shadow like all that belongs to the earth. [I am exiled from every spiritual happiness, and of all ordeals this, O Lord, is surely the most painful that Thou canst impose: but most of all the withdrawal of Thy will which seems to be a sign of total disapprobation. Strong is the growing sense of rejection, and it needs all the ardour of an untiring faith to keep the external consciousness thus abandoned to itself from being invaded by an irremediable sorrow....

[But it refuses to despair, it refuses to believe that the misfortune is irreparable; it waits with humility in an obscure and hidden effort and struggle for the breath of Thy perfect joy to penetrate it again. And perhaps each of its modest and secret victories is a true help brought to the earth....

If it were possible to come definitively out of this external consciousness, to take refuge in the divine consciousness! But that Thou hast forbidden and still and always Thou forbidst it. No flight out of the world! The burden of its darkness and ugliness must be borne to the

end even if all divine succour seems to be withdrawn. I must remain in the bosom of the Night and walk on without compass, without beacon-light, without inner guide.

I will not even implore Thy mercy; for what Thou willst for me, I too will. All my energy is in tension solely to advance, always to advance step after step, despite the depth of the darkness, despite the obstacles of the way, and whatever comes, O Lord, it is with a fervent and unchanging love that Thy decision will be welcomed. Even if Thou findest the instrument unfit to serve Thee, the instrument belongs to itself no more, it is Thine; Thou canst destroy or magnify it, it exists not in itself, it wills nothing, it can do nothing without Thee.]

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Savitri Book 2 Canto 12 - The Heavens of the Ideal

On the other side of the eternal stairs
The mighty kingdoms of the deathless Flame
Aspired to reach the Being’s absolutes. ||73.22||
Out of the sorrow and darkness of the world,
Out of the depths where life and thought are tombed,
Lonely mounts up to heaven the deathless Flame. ||73.23||

Painting by Huta - Book 2 Canto 12 Painting #3

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