The advent of Sri Aurobindo & The Mother was like a 'Breath of Grace' on earth. The recollections of sadhaks provide a rare & intimate view of that golden era.
The Mother : Contact
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Q: I have returned the pot of pickles but I still have the pickles and whenever I see them I remember you and say to myself, "The Mother loves me." On the crest of a great wave of love the gift came to me and I have felt the presence of the ocean which projected that wave. With that pot in hand when you called me, you know of whom I was thinking? I was thinking of Kali standing before me ready to give a boon! In fact, I was invoking Her and there you were with the pot of pickles and an ocean of Love! Such is your play, dear Mother!
THE MOTHER: Indeed, that day I heard you distinctly calling me and I wanted to answer very concretely to your call.
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