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unknown ::: a. --> Not known; not apprehended.

Unknown – A symbol or letter whose value is unknown.

unknown ::: a. --> Not known; not apprehended.

unknown to the Jews prior to the Captivity.

unknown A quantity that may take on different values. The presence of an unknown does not always implied that there is an answer to be found.

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   43 Sri Aurobindo
   7 The Mother
   5 Unknown
   5 Manly P Hall
   3 Joseph Campbell
   3 H P Lovecraft
   2 William Wordsworth
   2 Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
   2 Jorge Luis Borges
   1 You cannot seek the unknown. What is sought must already be known
   1 Wu Hsin
   1 Werner Heisenberg
   1 Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche
   1 Teilhard de Chardin
   1 Sri Ramama Maharshi
   1 Sri Ramakrishna
   1 Saul Williams
   1 Santoka Taneda
   1 Russell Kirk
   1 Rudolf Steiner
   1 Robert Heinlein
   1 Rishi Nityabodhananda
   1 Richard P Feynman
   1 Rainer Maria Rilke
   1 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   1 Mario Quintana/Unknown
   1 Ken Wilber
   1 Jean Gebser
   1 Israel Regardie
   1 Franz Kafka
   1 Fernando Pessoa
   1 Carl Jung
   1 Buckminster Fuller
   1 Allen Ginsberg
   1 Aleister Crowley


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   4 Tacitus
   4 Mehmet Murat ildan
   4 Edgar Degas
   3 Toba Beta
   3 Alexander Pope
   2 William Shakespeare
   2 Will Durant
   2 Victor Hugo
   2 Thomas Merton
   2 Paulo Coelho
   2 Ovid
   2 Osho
   2 Michael Scott
   2 Lori Deschene
   2 Honor de Balzac
   2 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
   2 Harold Pinter
   2 Eleanor Roosevelt
   2 David Lynch
   2 Chris Grabenstein
   2 Charles Lamb
   2 Charles Bukowski
   2 Bryant H McGill
   2 Bram Stoker
   2 Alan Watts

1:The Light it's there. It's always been there. ~ ,
2:Until your broken, you don't know what you're made of. ~ Unknown,
3:today again,soaking wetI walk on an unknown road ~ Santoka Taneda,
4:Life is like photography: use the negatives to develop positives. ~ Unknown,
5:The darkest place I've ever seen was inside me, and nothing scared me more. ~ Unknown,
6:the uniting of man and God, the two sides of the transformation. Effort and Grace. ~ ,
7:The laws of the Unknown create the known. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.04 - The Secret Knowledge,
8:Out of the unknown we move to the unknown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.04 - The Secret Knowledge,
9:Love is the most powerful and still most unknown energy in the world. ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin,
10:Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one's own self. ~ Franz Kafka,
11:A monk asked Master Haryo, What is the way? Haryo said, An open-eyed man falling into the well. ~ ,
12:Awake from dream, the truth is known: awake from waking. The truth is: The Unknown ~ Aleister Crowley,
13:Its signs stare at us like an unknown script, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.04 - The Secret Knowledge,
14:You cannot seek the unknown. What is sought must already be known, otherwise, it could not be recognized., ~ You cannot seek the unknown. What is sought must already be known, otherwise it could not be recognized.,
15:There is nothing mind can do that cannot be better done in the minds immobility and thought-free stillness. ~ ,
16:A complex system that works is invariably found to have evolved from a simple system that worked. ~ , Gall's Law ,
17:Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come. ~ Mario Quintana/Unknown,
18:The Unknown is not the Unknowable. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine The Two Negations,
19:A Silence that was Being’s only word,The unknown beginning and the voiceless end ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Adwaita,
20:Night a path to unknown dawnsOr a dark clue to some diviner state. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.04 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life,
21:The conclusion is always the same: love is still the most powerful and still the most unknown energy of the world. ~ Teilhard de Chardin,
22:The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. ~ H P Lovecraft,
23:Every stumble is a needed paceOn unknown routes to an unknowable goal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,
24:Meditate on the Eternal either in an unknown nook or in the solitude of the forests or in the solitude of thy own mind. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
25:A vast Unknown is round us and within;All things are wrapped in the dynamic One: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.02 - The Kingdom of Subtle Matter,
26:The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,A power of silence in the depths of God; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 03.02 - The Adoration of the Divine Mother,
27:All depends upon the choice of the force that you allow to make use of you as its instrument. And the choice has to be made at every moment of your life. ~ ,
28:Conversion of the aim of life from the ego to the Divine: instead of seeking ones own satisfaction, to have the service of the Divine as the aim of life. ~ ,
29:Imagination’s great ensorcelling rodSummoned the unknown and gave to it a home, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 03.03 - The House of the Spirit and the New Creation,
30:And from the unsounded depths of the Unknown a reply came sublime and formidable and we knew that the earth was saved. ~ The Mother, Prayers And Meditations ,
31:The thoughts of unknown minds exalt me with their thrill;I carry the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Cosmic Man,
32:Well-known or unknown has absolutely no importance from the spiritual point of view. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram No Propaganda or Proselytism,
33:The nearest thing Common Lisp has to a motto is the koan-like description, the programmable programming language. ~ , ,
34:The cells of the body get the habit of increasing without cause. This is cancer. If you change the consciousness in the cells and get rid of their habit, cancer can be cured. ~ ,
35:The other one of a complementary pair the opposite sex; the two chess kings are set up on squares of opposite colours; Altogether different in nature, quality or significance ~ ,
36:Integral Yoga of Sri Aurobindo & The Mother - On spirit possession and mental imbalances ~ , ,
37:Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,Moved to each other by a causeless force. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 05.02 - Satyavan,
38:Then by a touch, a presence or a voiceThe world is turned into a temple groundAnd all discloses the unknown Beloved. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.12 - The Heavens of the Ideal,
39:Faith is indispensable to man, for without it he could not proceed forward in his journey through the Unknown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine 2.24 - The Evolution of the Spiritual Man,
40:Practice is the act of rehearsing a behavior over and over, or engaging in an activity again and again, for the purpose of improving or mastering it, as in the phrase practice makes perfect. ~ ,
41:Ananke’s engines organising Chance,Channels perverse of a stupendous Will,Tools of the Unknown who use us as their tools, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
42:The higher mind is a thing in itself above the intellect. It is only when something of its power comes down and is modified in the lower mind substance that it acts as part of the intellect. ~ ,
43:All here is dreamed or doubtfully exists,But who the dreamer is and whence he looksIs still unknown or only a shadowy guess. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
44:Divine Love, true love, finds its delight and its satisfaction in itself; it has no need to be received and appreciated, nor to be shared - it loves for the sake of loving, as a flower blooms. ~ ,
45:Vain the soul’s hope if changeless Law is all:Ever to the new and the unknown press onThe speeding aeons justifying God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,
46:In the philosophy of Bertrand Russell, genius entails that an individual possesses unique qualities and talents that make the genius especially valuable to the society in which he or she operates. ~ ,
47:A circuit ending where it first beganIs dubbed the forward and eternal marchOf progress on perfection’s unknown road. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.06 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life,
48:An illness of the body is always the outer expression and translation of a disorder, a disharmony in the inner being; unless this inner disorder is healed, the outer cure cannot be total and permanent. ~ ,
49:At last there wakes in us a witness SoulThat looks at truths unseen and scans the Unknown;Then all assumes a new and marvellous face: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
50:An Energy of perpetual transience makesThe journey from which no return is sure,The pilgrimage of Nature to the Unknown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.06 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life,
51:I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect. ~ Fernando Pessoa,
52:The Divine has an equal love for all human beings, but the obscurity of consciousness of most men prevents them from perceiving this divine love. Truth is wonderful. It is in our perception that it is distorted. ~ ,
53:In which the Unknown pursues himself through formsAnd limits his eternity by the hoursAnd the blind Void struggles to live and see, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The Yoga of the King,
54:The daemons of the unknown overshadow his mindCasting their dreams into live moulds of thought,The moulds in which his mind builds out its world. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.02 - The Parable of the Search for the Soul,
55:An old alchemist gave the following consolation to one of his disciples: No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown friends will come and seek you. ~ Carl Jung,
56:All is abolished but the mute Alone.    The mind from thought released, the heart from grief    Grow inexistent now beyond belief;There is no I, no Nature, known-unknown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Nirvana,
57:Physical troubles always come as lessons to teach equality and to reveal what in us is pure and luminous enough to remain unaffected. It is in equality that one finds the remedy. An important point: equality does not mean indifference. ~ ,
58:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ~ William Wordsworth,
59:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ~ William Wordsworth,
60:The earth's uplook to a remote Unknown Is a preface only of the epic climb Of human soul from its flat earthly state To the discovery of a greater self And the far gleam of an eternal Light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.04 - The Secret Knowledge,
61:The Prince, travelling through his domains, noticed a man in the cheering crowd who bore a striking resemblance to himself. He beckoned him over and asked: Was your mother ever employed in my palace? ... No, Sire, the man replied. But my father was. ~ ,
62:Another etymological theory considers the term guru to be based on the syllables gu (गु) and ru(रु), which it claims stands for darkness and light that dispels it, respectively.[Note 2] The guru is seen as the one who dispels the darkness of ignorance. ~ ,
63:If Lisp is a 'programmable programming language,' then Scheme is an assemble-it-at-home kit for making yourself a programmable programming language. JavaScript does not have this quality AT ALL. ~ , ,
64:Something they forge there sitting unknown in the silence eternal,Whether of evil or good it is they who shall choose who are mastersCalm, unopposed; they are gods and they work out their iron caprices. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry 5.1.01 - Ilion,
65:Oneness unknown to us dwells in these millions of figures and faces,Wars with itself in our battles, loves in our clinging embraces,Inly the self and the substance of things and their cause and their mover ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,
66:Man’s hopes and longings build the journeying wheelsThat bear the body of his destinyAnd lead his blind will towards an unknown goal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the Heart’s Grief and Pain,
67:At last he hears a chanting on the heightsAnd the far speaks and the unknown grows near:He crosses the boundaries of the unseenAnd passes over the edge of mortal sightTo a new vision of himself a ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.04 - The Secret Knowledge,
68:Yet your least stumblings are foreseen above.Infallibly the curves of life are drawnFollowing the stream of Time through the unknown;They are led by a clue the calm immortals keep. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 06.02 - The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain,
69:His mind is a hunter upon tracks unknown;Amusing Time with vain discovery,He deepens with thought the mystery of his fateAnd turns to song his laughter and his tears. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 09.02 - The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness,
70:Lion-ForcesIn a mist of secrecy wrapping the world-sceneThe little deities of Time’s nether actWho work remote from Heaven’s controlling eye,Plotted, unknown to the creatures whom they move. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
71:Intuition is born of a direct awareness while intellect is an indirect action of a knowledge which constructs itself with difficulty out of the unknown from signs and indications and gathered data. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine Brahman,
72:patience or resoluteness? ::: The power needed in yoga is the power to go through effort, difficulty or trouble without getting fatigued, depressed, discouraged or impatient and without breaking off the effort or giving up one's aim or resolution. ~ , Collaboration Journal Vol 41 No 2,
73:Should I change my priorities? Are there other options that would be better for me right now? Am I using my free time wisely? ~ , source=facebook&utm medium=cpc&utm campaign=cb+blog+posts+2017&utm term=prospecting+interests&utm content=08.15.17 ,
74:In the happy days of La Ronde, a dashing but penniless young Austrian officer tried to obtain the favours of a fashionable courtesan. To shake off this unwanted suitor, she explained to him that her heart was, alas, no longer free. He replied politely: Mademoiselle, I never aimed as high as that. ~ ,
75:Sincerity, Aspiration, Faith, Devotion and Self-Giving, Surrender to the Divine Will, Love, Openness and Receptivity, Purity and Humility, Gratitude and Faithfulness, Will and Perseverance, Enthusiasm, Hope and Straightforwardness, Happiness and Joy, Heroism and Bravery, Prudence and Balance, Truth and Speech ~ , toc ,
76:In a wide opening of its native skyIntuition’s lightnings range in a bright packHunting all hidden truths out of their lairs,Its fiery edge of seeing absoluteCleaves into locked unknown retreats of self,Rummages the sky-recesses of the brai ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real,
77:The existing scientific concepts cover always only a very limited part of reality, and the other part that has not yet been understood is infinite. Whenever we proceed from the known into the unknown we may hope to understand, but we may have to learn at the same time a new meaning of the word 'understanding'. ~ Werner Heisenberg,
78:Shitposting, I claim, is a form of transcendental meditation through which the shitposter becomes an empty vessell - the shitposter's 'self' ceases to be, in the Lacanian sense, 'I' and instead becomes a 'creative nothing' which expands from an infantismal singularly of pure meme essence into the eternal void of post-ironic nihilism. ~ Unknown,
79:?: action, work; activity, motion; action in the world based on vijnana and expressing the union of Krisna and Kali, often conceived in terms of a fourfold mission (literary, political, social and spiritual) enjoined by a divine command; the sum of one's actions, each action being viewed as a link in a chain of cause and effect extending over many lives. ~ ,
80:The incertitude of man’s proud confident thought,The transience of the achievements of his force.A thinking being in an unthinking world,An island in the sea of the Unknown,He is a smallness trying to be great,An animal with some instincts o ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The Yoga of the King,
81:Every soul is engaged in a great work-the labor of personal liberation from the state of ignorance. The world is a great prison; its bars are the Unknown. And each is a prisoner until, at last, he earns the right to tear these bars from their moldering sockets, and pass, illuminated and inspired into the darkness, which becomes lighted by that presence ~ Manly P Hall,
82:For example, people in polar environments or space may experience increased fortitude, perseverance, independence, self-reliance, ingenuity, comradeship. ... Some astronauts and cosmonauts in space have reported transcendental experiences, religious insights, or a better sense of the unity of mankind as a result of viewing the Earth below and the cosmos beyond. ~ ,
83:There is nothing to be gained by pursuing the unknown. It is sufficient to fully comprehend the known.Wu Hsin comes to take you to the real; his words are final. Drink them fully and your thirst has ended.You are no longer mesmerized by your own self-importance. To have done so means to reach the state in which imagination is no longer taken for the actual. ~ Wu Hsin,
84:Kata is a term used by some programmers in the Software Craftsmanship[9] movement. Computer programmers who call themselves Software Craftsmen[10] will write Kata[11] - small snippets of code that they write in one sitting, sometimes repeatedly,[12] often daily, in order to build muscle memory and practise their craft, much like a soldier, a musician, a doctor or a dancer.[13] ~ ,
85:For those who are afraid of a word: This is what we mean by Divine: all the knowledge we have to acquire, all the power we have to obtain, all the love we have to become, all the perfection we have to achieve, all the harmonious and progressive poise we have to manifest in light and joy, all the new and unknown splendours that have to be realised. ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother II ,
86:History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it. ~ Robert Heinlein, Notebooks of Lazarus Long from Time Enough for Love (1973).,
87:Her self was nothing, God alone was all, Yet God she knew not but only knew he was. A sacred darkness brooded now within, The world was a deep darkness great and nude. This void held more than all the teeming worlds, This blank felt more than all that Time has borne, This dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown. But all was formless, voiceless, infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.05 - The Finding of the Soul,
88:Every soul is engaged in a great work-the labor of personal liberation from the state of ignorance. The world is a great prison; its bars are the Unknown. And each is a prisoner until, at last, he earns the right to tear these bars from their moldering sockets, and pass, illuminated and inspired into the darkness, which becomes lighted by that presence ~ Manly P Hall, The Lost Keys of Freemasonry: Or the Secret of Hiram Abiff ,
89:I pray to the unknown gods that some man-even a single man, tens of centuries ago-has perused and read that book. If the honor and wisdom and joy of such a reading are not to be my own, then let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my own place be in hell. Let me be tortured and battered and annihilated, but let there be one instant, one creature, wherein thy enormous Library may find its justification. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel ,
90:I can live with doubt and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it is much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers that might be wrong. If we will only allow that, as we progress, we remain unsure, we will leave opportunities for alternatives. We will not become enthusiastic for the fact, the knowledge, the absolute truth of the day, but remain always uncertain ... In order to make progress, one must leave the door to the unknown ajar. ~ Richard P Feynman,
91:In Bahaí belief, the Holy Spirit is the conduit through which the wisdom of God becomes directly associated with his messenger, and it has been described variously in different religions such as the burning bush to Moses, the sacred fire to Zoroaster, the dove to Jesus, the angel Gabriel to Muhammad, and the Maid of Heaven to Bahaullah.[14] The Bahaí view rejects the idea that the Holy Spirit is a partner to God in the Godhead, but rather is the pure essence of Gods attributes ~ ,
92:He points out that one of the really tough things is figuring out what questions to ask, Musk said. Once you figure out the question, then the answer is relatively easy. I came to the conclusion that really we should aspire to increase the scope and scale of human consciousness in order to better understand what questions to ask. The teenage Musk then arrived at his ultralogical mission statement. The only thing that makes sense to do is strive for greater collective enlightenment ~ ,
93:And Thou, O Lord, who art all this made one and much more, O sovereign Master, extreme limit of our thought, who standest for us at the threshold of the Unknown, make rise from that Unthinkable some new splendour, some possibility of a loftier and more integral realisation, that Thy work may be accomplished and the universe take one step farther towards the sublime Identity, the supreme Manifestation. And now my pen falls mute and I adore Thee in silence.* ~ The Mother, Prayers And Meditations 270,
94:The object of the theoretical (as separate from the practical) Qabalah, insofar as this thesis is concerned, is to enable the student to do three main things: First, to analyze every idea in terms of the Tree of Life. Second, to trace a necessary connection and relation between every and any class of ideas by referring them to this standard of comparison. Third, to translate any unknown system of symbolism into terms of any known one by its means. ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates: Skrying On The Tree Of Life ,
95:I AM NOW CLOSE TO 88 and I am confident that the only thing important about me is that I am an average healthy human. I am also a living case history of a thoroughly documented, half-century, search-and-research project designed to discover what, if anything, an unknown, moneyless individual, with a dependent wife and newborn child, might be able to do effectively on behalf of all humanity that could not be accomplished by great nations, great religions or private enterprise, no matter how rich or powerfully armed. ~ Buckminster Fuller, 1983 ,
96:The centre of the Mother's symbol represent the Divine Consciousness, the Supreme Mother, the Mahashakti. The four petals of the Mother's symbol represent the four Aspects or Personalities of the Mother; Maheshwari (Wisdom), Mahalakshmi(Harmony), Mahakali(Strength) and Mahasaraswati (Perfection). The twelve petals of the Mother's symbol represent; Sincerity, Humility, Gratitude, Perseverance, Aspiration, Receptivity, Progress, Courage, Goodness, Generosity, Equality, Peace. ~ , ,
97:Since ancient times, the left side has stood for the side of the unconscious or the unknown; the right side, by contrast, has represented the side of consciousness or wakefulness. Through the late twentieth century, the movement of the Left limited themselves to a materialist understanding of reality- exemplified by Marxism- demanding social justice and economic equality but not the restoration of intuition and the recognition of the hidden, qualitative dimensions of being suppressed by the mental-rational consciousness, narrowly focused on the quantifiable. ~ Jean Gebser,
98:Evil will never cease to exist until selfishness and greed are overcome as factors in dictating the attitudes of men. It is the common thing for the concrete mind to sacrifice the eternal to the temporal. Man, concentrating upon the limited area of the known, loses sight of the effect of his actions upon the limitless area of the unknown. Shortsightedness, consequently, is the cause of endless misery. Moral shortsightedness results in vice, philosophical shortsightedness in materialism, religious shortsightedness in bigotry, rational short-sightedness in fanaticism. ~ Manly P Hall, Magic: A Treatise on Esoteric Ethics ,
99:The simple fact is that we live in a world of conflict and opposites because we live in a world of boundaries. Since every boundary line is also a battle line, here is the human predicament: the firmer one's boundaries, the more entrenched are one's battles. The more I hold onto pleasure, the more I necessarily fear pain. The more I pursue goodness, the more I am obsessed with evil. The more I seek success, the more I must dread failure. The harder I cling to life, the more terrifying death becomes. The more I value anything, the more obsessed I become with its loss. Most of our problems, in other words, are problems of boundaries ~ ,
100:And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces, I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till the stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea. Upon ~ H P Lovecraft,
101:As if from Matter's plinth and viewless base To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme Ascended towards breadths immeasurable; It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign: A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown. So it towered up to heights intangible And disappeared in the hushed conscious Vast As climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heaven Built by the aspiring soul of man to live Near to his dream of the Invisible. Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs; Its spire touches the apex of the world; Mounting into great voiceless stillnesses It marries the earth to screened eternities. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.01 - The World-Stair,
102:One memory alone was left: the thought of his beautiful wife. This thought possessed his mind with such intensity that he did not notice his loss of memory for the rest of the world. His whole nature became obsessed by her image, and like a madman, who losing his own identity becomes the being whose image possesses him, Puranjana found him self transformed into a lovely young girl like his wife. "The young girl he had now become forgot her previous identity to such an extent that when she met with King Malayadhvaja, she fell in love with him and married him. When in the course of time the king passed away and she was left alone, lamenting his death and her bereavement, an unknown brahm in came to her and said: ~ Rishi Nityabodhananda, Ajna Chakra ,
103:Q:How shall I realise God?M.: God is an unknown entity. Moreover He is external. Whereas, the Self is always with you and it is you. Why do you leave out what is intimate and go in for what is external?D.: What is this Self again?M.: The Self is known to everyone but not clearly. You always exist. The Be-ing is the Self. 'I am' is the name of God. Of all the definitions of God, none is indeed so well put as the Biblical statement "I AM THAT I AM" in EXODUS (Chap. 3). There are other statements, such as Brahmaivaham, Aham Brahmasmi and Soham. But none is so direct as the name JEHOVAH = I AM. The Absolute Being is what is - It is the Self. It is God. Knowing the Self, God is known. In fact God is none other than the Self. ~ Sri Ramama Maharshi, Collected Works ,
104:Certainly we have had our Napoleons and our Hitlers, but we have also had Jesus and Buddha. We have had tyrants, but also great humanitarians. We have had corrupt politicians, but also noble rulers. Even in the most selfish of times, the world has brought forth idealists, philanthropists, great artists, musicians, and poets. If we have inherited ages of feuding and intolerance, we have also inherited the magnificence of Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. For each tyrant who has profaned the pages of history, there have been thousands, even millions, of gentle people who have lived unhonored and unknown, keeping principles and living convictions under the most difficult situations. To see this good, and to know it, is to find a new courage and a new faith. ~ Manly P Hall, PRS Journal Summer 1961 p.7,
105:You have spoken much today of my self-sacrifice and devotion to my country. I have heard that kind of speech ever since I came out of jail, but I hear it with embarrassment, with something of pain. For I know my weakness, I am a prey to my own faults and backslidings. I was not blind to them before and when they all rose up against me in seclusion, I felt them utterly. I knew them that I the man was a man of weakness, a faulty and imperfect instrument, strong only when a higher strength entered into me. Then I found myself among these young men and in many of them I discovered a mighty courage, a power of self-effacement in comparison with which I was simply nothing. I saw one or two who were not only superior to me in force and character, - very many were that, - but in the promise of that intellectual ability on which I prided myself. ~ ,
106:This third and unknown, this tertium quid, he names God; and by the word he means somewhat or someone who is the Supreme, the Divine, the Cause, the All, one of these things or all of them at once, the perfection or the totality of all that here is partial or imperfect, the absolute of all these myriad relativities, the Unknown by learning of whom the real secret of the known can become to him more and more intelligible. Man has tried to deny all these categories, - he has tried to deny his own real existence, he has tried to deny the real existence of the cosmos, he has tried to deny the real existence of God. But behind all these denials we see the same constant necessity of his attempt at knowledge; for he feels the need of arriving at a unity of these three terms, even if it can only be done by suppressing two of them or merging them in the other that is left. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine ,
107:Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability- and that it may take a very long time. And so I think it is with you; your ideas mature gradually-let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Don't try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make of you tomorrow. Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Give Our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete. ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin,
108:In medieval times, the learned man, the teacher was a servant of God wholly, and of God only. His freedom was sanctioned by an authority more than human...The academy was regarded almost as a part of the natural and unalterable order of things. ... They were Guardians of the Word, fulfilling a sacred function and so secure in their right. Far from repressing free discussion, this "framework of certain key assumptions of Christian doctrine" encouraged disputation of a heat and intensity almost unknown in universities nowadays. ...They were free from external interference and free from a stifling internal conformity because the whole purpose of the universities was the search after an enduring truth, besides which worldly aggrandizement was as nothing. They were free because they agreed on this one thing if, on nothing else, fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. ~ Russell Kirk, Academic Freedom: An Essay in Definition ,
109:There is no darkness, we only close our eyesand shut out the Light;There is no pain, it is only our shrinkingfrom an intense and unwelcome Delight;There is no death, it is only our dread of the Life Eternalthat comes back upon us and smites us.Our senses are tremulous and fearsomeand cling to the empty littlenesses of the surface moment,they heed not the vast surges of Infinitudethat sweep and pass by.Calm, calm, my soul! Sink down and deep:Fashion the crystal bowl of thy heartwith all the serene profundity of the unknown spaces -And drop by drop will gather therea bliss immortals only can taste,And ray by ray will dawn the Light supernal....Or - be prepared for this too, soul, my soul -the down-rush of a myriad undyked cataracts,the sudden bursting of a whole stellar conflagrationMarch 17, 1935 ~ Nolini Kanta Gupta, , To the Heights,
110:A certain atmosphere of breathless and unexplainable dread of outer, unknown forces must be present; and there must be a hint, expressed with a seriousness and portentousness becoming its subject, of that most terrible conception of the human brain - a malign and particular suspension or defeat of those laws of Nature which are our only safeguard against the assaults of chaos and the daemons of unplumbed space .... Therefore we must judge a weird tale not by the author's intent, or by the mere mechanics of the plot; but by the emotional level which it attains at its least mundane point... The one test of the really weird is simply this - whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude of awed listening, as if for the beating of black wings or the scratching of outside shapes and entities on the known universe's utmost rim. ~ H P Lovecraft,
111:4. Crossing the First Threshold:With the personifications of his destiny to guide and aid him, the hero goes forward in his adventure until he comes to the 'threshold guardian' at the entrance to the zone of magnified power. Such custodians bound the world in four directions-also up and down-standing for the limits of the hero's present sphere, or life horizon. Beyond them is darkness, the unknown and danger; just as beyond the parental watch is danger to the infant and beyond the protection of his society danger to the members of the tribe. The usual person is more than content, he is even proud, to remain within the indicated bounds, and popular belief gives him every reason to fear so much as the first step into the unexplored. The adventure is always and everywhere a passage beyond the veil of the known into the unknown; the powers that watch at the boundary are dangerous; to deal with them is risky; yet for anyone with competence and courage the danger fades. ~ Joseph Campbell,
112:THE MASTER and Mover of our works is the One, the Universal and Supreme, the Eternal and Infinite. He is the transcendent unknown or unknowable Absolute, the unexpressed and unmanifested Ineffable above us; but he is also the Self of all beings, the Master of all worlds, transcending all worlds, the Light and the Guide, the All-Beautiful and All-Blissful, the Beloved and the Lover. He is the Cosmic Spirit and all-creating Energy around us; he is the Immanent within us. All that is is he, and he is the More than all that is, and we ourselves, though we know it not, are being of his being, force of his force, conscious with a consciousness derived from his; even our mortal existence is made out of his substance and there is an immortal within us that is a spark of the Light and Bliss that are for ever. No matter whether by knowledge, works, love or any other means, to become aware of this truth of our being, to realise it, to make it effective here or elsewhere is the object of all Yoga. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga ,
113:The alchemist of today is not hidden in caves and cellars, studying alone, but as he goes on with his work, it is seen that walls are built around him, and while he is in the world, like the master of old, he is not of it. As he goes further in his work, the light of other people's advice and outside help grows weaker and weaker, until finally he stands alone in darkness, and then comes the time that he must use his own lamp, and the various experiments which he has carried on must be his guide. He must take the Elixir of Life which he has developed and with it fill the lamp of his spiritual consciousness, and holding that above his head, walk into the Great Unknown, where if he has been a good and faithful servant, he will learn of the alchemy of Divinity. Where now test tubes and bottles are his implements, then worlds and globes he will study, and as a silent watcher will learn from that Divine One, who is the Great Alchemist of all the universe, the greatest alchemy of all, the creation of life, the maintenance of form, and the building of worlds. ~ Manly P Hall, The Initiates of the Flame ,
114:Four Powers Of The Mother In talking about the four powers of the Mother, it helps to know that in India, traditionally, the evolutionary principle of creation is approached, and adored, as the great Mother. Sri Aurobindo distinguishes four main powers and personalities through which this evolutionary force manifests. Maheshwari - One is her personality of calm wideness and comprehending wisdom and tranquil benignity and inexhaustible compassion and sovereign and surpassing majesty and all-ruling greatness. Mahakali - Another embodies her power of splendid strength and irresistible passion, her warrior mood, her overwhelming will, her impetuous swiftness and world-shaking force. Mahalakshmi - A third is vivid and sweet and wonderful with her deep secret of beauty and harmony and fine rhythm, her intricate and subtle opulence, her compelling attraction and captivating grace. Mahasaraswati - The fourth is equipped with her close and profound capacity of intimate knowledge and careful flawless work and quiet and exact perfection in all things. ~ , ,
115:Do not be over-eager for experience, - for experiences you can always get, having once broken the barrier between the physical mind and the subtle planes. What you have to aspire for most is the improved quality of the recipient consciousness in you - discrimination in the mind, the unattached impersonal Witness look on all that goes on in you and around you, purity in the vital, calm equanimity, enduring patience, absence of pride and the sense of greatness - and more especially, the development of the psychic being in you - surrender, self-giving, psychic humility, devotion. It is a consciousness made up of these things, cast in this mould that can bear without breaking, stumbling or deviation into error the rush of lights, powers and experiences from the supraphysical planes. An entire perfection in these respects is hardly possible until the whole nature from the highest mind to the subconscient physical is made one in the light that is greater than Mind; but a sufficient foundation and a consciousness always self-observant, vigilant and growing in these things is indispensable - for perfect purification is the basis of the perfect siddhi. ~ ,
116:One perceives the true nature of existence. One discovers the why and the raison d'être of existence, not by the mind and the scientific pursuit, but by the knowledge of the self and the discovery of one's soul which is all-powerful.This is the true method for knowing, for understanding and for realising the secrets of Nature, of the universe and the path which leads to the Divine. One can do everything with this realisation, one can know everything and finally become the master of one's existence. Nothing will be impossible … nothing will be left out. One has only to see with another sense which is within us, develop another faculty by a rigourous sadhana, to discover the secrets of all existence. Voilà.The means are in you, the path opens up more and more, gets clearer and clearer, and with the help which is at your disposal, you have only to make an effort and you shall be crowned with a Knowledge, a Light and an Ananda which surpass all existence. Whether it be to see the functioning of the atom, or to know the process of thought or the flights of imagination or even the unknown … to know oneself is to know all. It is this that one must find. ~ The Mother,
117:He had no document but his memory; the training he had acquired with each added hexameter gave him a discipline unsuspected by those who set down and forget temporary, incomplete paragraphs. He was not working for posterity or even for God, whose literary tastes were unknown to him. Meticulously, motionlessly, secretly, he wrought in time his lofty, invisible labyrinth. He worked the third act over twice. He eliminated certain symbols as over-obvious, such as the repeated striking of the clock, the music. Nothing hurried him. He omitted, he condensed, he amplified. In certain instances he came back to the original version. He came to feel affection for the courtyard, the barracks; one of the faces before him modified his conception of Roemerstadt's character. He discovered that the wearying cacophonies that bothered Flaubert so much are mere visual superstitions, weakness and limitation of the written word, not the spoken...He concluded his drama. He had only the problem of a single phrase. He found it. The drop of water slid down his cheek. He opened his mouth in a maddened cry, moved his face, dropped under the quadruple blast. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths Selected Stories and Other Writings,
118:There are beings in the spiritual realms for whom anxiety and fear emanating from human beings offer welcome food. When humans have no anxiety and fear, then these creatures starve. People not yet sufficiently convinced of this statement could understand it to be meant comparatively only. But for those who are familiar with this phenomenon, it is a reality. If fear and anxiety radiates from people and they break out in panic, then these creatures find welcome nutrition and they become more and more powerful. These beings are hostile towards humanity. Everything that feeds on negative feelings, on anxiety, fear and superstition, despair or doubt, are in reality hostile forces in supersensible worlds, launching cruel attacks on human beings, while they are being fed. Therefore, it is above all necessary to begin with that the person who enters the spiritual world overcomes fear, feelings of helplessness, despair and anxiety. But these are exactly the feelings that belong to contemporary culture and materialism; because it estranges people from the spiritual world, it is especially suited to evoke hopelessness and fear of the unknown in people, thereby calling up the above mentioned hostile forces against them. ~ Rudolf Steiner,
119:"So what is Rifts? It is a post-apocalyptic roleplaying game set hundreds of years into the future which combines big robots, magic, psionics, and bruising combat on an incredible scale. It is a roleplaying game in which Glitter Boys piloting big mecha suits, chemically enhanced Juicers, psionic Cyber-Knights, ley-commanding Ley Walkers, Techno-Wizards, Dragons, psionic Mind Melters, and more combat the 'Dead Boy' soldiers in their deaths head armour, Spider-Skull Walkers, and Sky Cycles of the evil Coalition States as well as supernatural monsters, D-Bees (Dimensional beings), and the instectoid Xiticix from other dimensions. It is a future in which a golden age was destroyed by nuclear conflagration as billions died, their Potential Psychic Energy-or P.P.E.-was unleashed as surges into the Earth's many, long forgotten ley lines, coming together at nexus points and causing rifts in time and space to be ripped open. As the planet buckled under the psychic onslaught, millions more died and fed more energy into the now pulsing ley lines, causing a feedback loop which would grow and grow. The oceans were driven from their beds to wash over the lands, Atlantis rose again after millennia, alien beings flooded through the rifts, and magic returned to the planet. " ~ Unknown,
120:Part 1 - Departure1. The Call to Adventure ::: This first stage of the mythological journey-which we have designated the "call to adventure"-signifies that destiny has summoned the hero and transferred his spiritual center of grav­ ity from within the pale of his society to a zone unknown. This fateful region of both treasure and danger may be variously represented: as a distant land, a forest, a kingdom underground, beneath the waves, or above the sky, a secret island, lofty mountaintop, or profound dream state; but it is always a place of strangely fluid and polymorphous beings, unimaginable torments, superhuman deeds, and impossible delight. The hero can go forth of his own volition to accomplish the adventure, as did Theseus when he arrived in his father's city, Athens, and heard the horrible history of the Minotaur; or he may be carried or sent abroad by some benign or malignant agent, as was Odysseus, driven about the Mediterranean by the winds of the angered god, Poseidon. The adventure may begin as a mere blunder, as did that of the princess of the fairy tale; or still again, one may be only casually strolling, when some passing phenomenon catches the wandering eye and lures one away from the frequented paths of man. Examples might be multiplied, ad infinitum, from every corner of the world. ~ Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces ,
121:... although there is almost nothing I can say that will help you, and I can harly find one useful word. You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. And you say that even this passing was difficult and upsetting for you. But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven't rather gone right through you. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad. The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of. If only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet August 12,
122:Last, there is to be considered the recipient of the sacrifice and the manner of the sacrifice. The sacrifice may be offered to others or it may be offered to divine Powers; it may be offered to the cosmic All or it may be offered to the transcendent Supreme. The worship given may take any shape from the dedication of a leaf or flower, a cup of water, a handful of rice, a loaf of bread, to consecration of all that we possess and the submission of all that we are. Whoever the recipient, whatever the gift, it is the Supreme, the Eternal in things, who receives and accepts it, even if it be rejected or ignored by the immediate recipient. For the Supreme who transcends the universe, is yet here too, however veiled, in us and in the world and in its happenings; he is there as the omniscient Witness and Receiver of all our works and their secret Master. All our actions, all our efforts, even our sins and stumblings and sufferings and struggles are obscurely or consciously, known to us and seen or else unknown and in a disguise, governed in their last result by the One. All is turned towards him in his numberless forms and offered through them to the single Omnipresence. In whatever form and with whatever spirit we approach him, in that form and with that spirit he receives the sacrifice. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga The Yoga of Divine Works,
123:5. Belly of the Whale:The idea that the passage of the magical threshold is a transit into a sphere of rebirth is symbolized in the worldwide womb image of the belly of the whale. The hero, instead of conquering or conciliating the power of the threshold, is swallowed into the unknown and would appear to have died. This popular motif gives emphasis to the lesson that the passage of the threshold is a form of self-annihilation. Instead of passing outward, beyond the confines of the visible world, the hero goes inward, to be born again. The disappearance corresponds to the passing of a worshipper into a temple-where he is to be quickened by the recollection of who and what he is, namely dust and ashes unless immortal. The temple interior, the belly of the whale, and the heavenly land beyond, above, and below the confines of the world, are one and the same. That is why the approaches and entrances to temples are flanked and defended by colossal gargoyles: dragons, lions, devil-slayers with drawn swords, resentful dwarfs, winged bulls. The devotee at the moment of entry into a temple undergoes a metamorphosis. Once inside he may be said to have died to time and returned to the World Womb, the World Navel, the Earthly Paradise. Allegorically, then, the passage into a temple and the hero-dive through the jaws of the whale are identical adventures, both denoting in picture language, the life-centering, life-renewing act. ~ Joseph Campbell,
124:"Listen to Erwin Schroedinger,the Nobel Prize-winning cofounder of quantum mechanics,and how can I convince you that he means this literally?Consciousness is a singular of which the plural is unknown.It is not possible that this unity of knowledge,feelings,and choice which you call your own should have sprung into being from nothingness at a given moment not so long ago;rather,this knowledge,feeling, and choice are essentially eternal and unchangeable and numerically one in all people,nay in all sensitive beings.The conditions for your existence are almost as old as rocks.For thousands of years men have striven and suffered and begotten and women have brought in pain.A hundred years ago (there's the test),another man sat on this spot;like you he gazed with awe and yearning in his heart at the dying light on the glaciers. Like you he was begotten of man and born of woman.He felt pain and brief joy as you do.Was he someone else? Was it not you yourself?WAS IT NOT YOU,YOURSELF? Are you not humanity itself? Do you not touch all things human,because you are it's only Witness? Do you not therefore love the world,and love all people,and love the Kosmos,because you are its only Self? Do you not weep when one person is hurt,do you not cry when one child goes hungry,do you not scream when one soul is tortured? You know you suffer when others suffer.You already know this! "Was it someone else? Was it not you yourself?" ~ Ken Wilber, One Taste p. 342-343,
125:In the Judeo-Christian tradition, it is called 'the resurrection body ' and 'the glorified body.' The prophet Isaiah said, 'The dead shall live, their bodies shall rise' (Isa. 26:19). St. Paul called it 'the celestial body' or 'spiritual body ' (soma pneumatikon) (I Corinthians 15:40). In Sufism it is called 'the most sacred body ' (wujud al-aqdas) and 'supracelestial body ' (jism asli haqiqi). In Taoism, it is called 'the diamond body,' and those who have attained it are called 'the immortals' and 'the cloudwalkers.' In Tibetan Buddhism it is called 'the light body.' In Tantrism and some schools of yoga, it is called 'the vajra body,' 'the adamantine body,' and 'the divine body.' In Kriya yoga it is called 'the body of bliss.' In Vedanta it is called 'the superconductive body.' In Gnosticism and Neoplatonism, it is called 'the radiant body.' In the alchemical tradition, the Emerald Tablet calls it 'the Glory of the Whole Universe' and 'the golden body.' The alchemist Paracelsus called it 'the astral body.' In the Hermetic Corpus, it is called 'the immortal body ' (soma athanaton). In some mystery schools, it is called 'the solar body.' In Rosicrucianism, it is called 'the diamond body of the temple of God.' In ancient Egypt it was called 'the luminous body or being' (akh). In Old Persia it was called 'the indwelling divine potential' (fravashi or fravarti). In the Mithraic liturgy it was called 'the perfect body ' (soma teilion). In the philosophy of Sri Aurobindo, it is called 'the divine body,' composed of supramental substance. In the philosophy of Teilhard de Chardin, it is called 'the ultrahuman'. ~ , ,
126:There is the one door in us that sometimes swings open upon the splendour of a truth beyond and, before it shuts again, allows a ray to touch us, - a luminous intimation which, if we have the strength and firmness, we may hold to in our faith and make a starting-point for another play of consciousness than that of the sense-mind, for the play of Intuition. For if we examine carefully, we shall find that Intuition is our first teacher. Intuition always stands veiled behind our mental operations. Intuition brings to man those brilliant messages from the Unknown which are the beginning of his higher knowledge. Reason only comes in afterwards to see what profit it can have of the shining harvest. Intuition gives us that idea of something behind and beyond all that we know and seem to be which pursues man always in contradiction of his lower reason and all his normal experience and impels him to formulate that formless perception in the more positive ideas of God, Immortality, Heaven and the rest by which we strive to express it to the mind. For Intuition is as strong as Nature herself from whose very soul it has sprung and cares nothing for the contradictions of reason or the denials of experience. It knows what is because it is, because itself it is of that and has come from that, and will not yield it to the judgment of what merely becomes and appears. What the Intuition tells us of, is not so much Existence as the Existent, for it proceeds from that one point of light in us which gives it its advantage, that sometimes opened door in our own self-awareness. Ancient Vedanta seized this message of the Intuition and formulated it in the three great declarations of the Upanishads, I am He, Thou art That, O Swetaketu, All this is the Brahman; this Self is the Brahman. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine 1.08 - The Methods of Vedantic Knowledge,
127:At the basis of this collaboration there is necessarily the will to change, no longer to be what one is, for things to be no longer what they are. There are several ways of reaching it, and all the methods are good when they succeed! One may be deeply disgusted with what exists and wish ardently to come out of all this and attain something else; one may - and this is a more positive way - one may feel within oneself the touch, the approach of something positively beautiful and true, and willingly drop all the rest so that nothing may burden the journey to this new beauty and truth. What is indispensable in every case is the ardent will for progress, the willing and joyful renunciation of all that hampers the advance: to throw far away from oneself all that prevents one from going forward, and to set out into the unknown with the ardent faith that this is the truth of tomorrow, inevitable, which must necessarily come, which nothing, nobody, no bad will, even that of Nature, can prevent from becoming a reality - perhaps of a not too distant future - a reality which is being worked out now and which those who know how to change, how not to be weighed down by old habits, will surely have the good fortune not only to see but to realise. People sleep, they forget, they take life easy - they forget, forget all the time.... But if we could remember... that we are at an exceptional hour, a unique time, that we have this immense good fortune, this invaluable privilege of being present at the birth of a new world, we could easily get rid of everything that impedes and hinders our progress. So, the most important thing, it seems, is to remember this fact; even when one doesn't have the tangible experience, to have the certainty of it and faith in it; to remember always, to recall it constantly, to go to sleep with this idea, to wake up with this perception; to do all that one does with this great truth as the background, as a constant support, this great truth that we are witnessing the birth of a new world. We can participate in it, we can become this new world. And truly, when one has such a marvellous opportunity, one should be ready to give up everything for its sake. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1957-1958 ,
128:PROTECTION Going to sleep is a little like dying, a journey taken alone into the unknown. Ordinarily we are not troubled about sleep because we are familiar with it, but think about what it entails. We completely lose ourselves in a void for some period of time, until we arise again in a dream. When we do so, we may have a different identity and a different body. We may be in a strange place, with people we do not know, involved in baffling activities that may seem quite risky. Just trying to sleep in an unfamiliar place may occasion anxiety. The place may be perfectly secure and comfortable, but we do not sleep as well as we do at home in familiar surroundings. Maybe the energy of the place feels wrong. Or maybe it is only our own insecurity that disturbs us,and even in familiar places we may feel anxious while waiting for sleep to come, or be frightenedby what we dream. When we fall asleep with anxiety, our dreams are mingled with fear and tension, sleep is less restful, and the practice harder to do. So it is a good idea to create a sense of protection before we sleep and to turn our sleeping area into a sacred space. This is done by imagining protective dakinis all around the sleeping area. Visualize the dakinis as beautiful goddesses, enlightened female beings who are loving, green in color, and powerfully protective. They remain near as you fall asleep and throughout the night, like mothers watching over their child, or guardians surrounding a king or queen. Imagine them everywhere, guarding the doors and the windows, sitting next to you on the bed, walking in the garden or the yard, and so on, until you feel completely protected. Again, this practice is more than just trying to visualize something: see the dakinis with your mind but also use your imagination to feel their presence. Creating a protective, sacred environment in this way is calming and relaxing and promotes restful sleep. This is how the mystic lives: seeing the magic, changing the environment with the mind, and allowing actions, even actions of the imagination, to have significance. You can enhance the sense of peace in your sleeping environment by keeping objects of a sacred nature in the bedroom: peaceful, loving images, sacred and religious symbols, and other objects that direct your mind toward the path. The Mother Tantra tells us that as we prepare for sleep we should maintain awareness of the causes of dream, the object to focus upon, the protectors, and of ourselves. Hold these together inawareness, not as many things, but as a single environment, and this will have a great effect in dream and sleep. ~ Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Yogas Of Dream And Sleep ,
129:In our world error is continually the handmaid and pathfinder of Truth; for error is really a half-truth that stumbles because of its limitations; often it is Truth that wears a disguise in order to arrive unobserved near to its goal. Well, if it could always be, as it has been in the great period we are leaving, the faithful handmaid, severe, conscientious, clean-handed, luminous within its limits, a half-truth and not a reckless and presumptuous aberration. A certain kind of Agnosticism is the final truth of all knowledge. For when we come to the end of whatever path, the universe appears as only a symbol or an appearance of an unknowable Reality which translates itself here into different systems of values, physical values, vital and sensational values, intellectual, ideal and spiritual values. The more That becomes real to us, the more it is seen to be always beyond defining thought and beyond formulating expression. "Mind attains not there, nor speech."3 And yet as it is possible to exaggerate, with the Illusionists, the unreality of the appearance, so it is possible to exaggerate the unknowableness of the Unknowable. When we speak of It as unknowable, we mean, really, that It escapes the grasp of our thought and speech, instruments which proceed always by the sense of difference and express by the way of definition; but if not knowable by thought, It is attainable by a supreme effort of consciousness. There is even a kind of Knowledge which is one with Identity and by which, in a sense, It can be known. Certainly, that Knowledge cannot be reproduced successfully in the terms of thought and speech, but when we have attained to it, the result is a revaluation of That in the symbols of our cosmic consciousness, not only in one but in all the ranges of symbols, which results in a revolution of our internal being and, through the internal, of our external life. Moreover, there is also a kind of Knowledge through which That does reveal itself by all these names and forms of phenomenal existence which to the ordinary intelligence only conceal It. It is this higher but not highest process of Knowledge to which we can attain by passing the limits of the materialistic formula and scrutinising Life, Mind and Supermind in the phenomena that are characteristic of them and not merely in those subordinate movements by which they link themselves to Matter. The Unknown is not the Unknowable; it need not remain the unknown for us, unless we choose ignorance or persist in our first limitations. For to all things that are not unknowable, all things in the universe, there correspond in that universe faculties which can take cognisance of them, and in man, the microcosm, these faculties are always existent and at a certain stage capable of development. We may choose not to develop them; where they are partially developed, we may discourage and impose on them a kind of atrophy. But, fundamentally, all possible knowledge is knowledge within the power of humanity. And since in man there is the inalienable impulse of Nature towards self-realisation, no struggle of the intellect to limit the action of our capacities within a determined area can for ever prevail. When we have proved Matter and realised its secret capacities, the very knowledge which has found its convenience in that temporary limitation, must cry to us, like the Vedic Restrainers, 'Forth now and push forward also in other fields.' ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine ,
130:There walled apart by its own innernessIn a mystical barrage of dynamic lightHe saw a lone immense high-curved world-pileErect like a mountain-chariot of the GodsMotionless under an inscrutable sky.As if from Matter's plinth and viewless baseTo a top as viewless, a carved sea of worldsClimbing with foam-maned waves to the SupremeAscended towards breadths immeasurable;It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign:A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown.So it towered up to heights intangibleAnd disappeared in the hushed conscious VastAs climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heavenBuilt by the aspiring soul of man to liveNear to his dream of the Invisible.Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs;Its spire touches the apex of the world;Mounting into great voiceless stillnessesIt marries the earth to screened eternities.Amid the many systems of the OneMade by an interpreting creative joyAlone it points us to our journey backOut of our long self-loss in Nature's deeps;Planted on earth it holds in it all realms:It is a brief compendium of the Vast.This was the single stair to being's goal.A summary of the stages of the spirit,Its copy of the cosmic hierarchiesRefashioned in our secret air of selfA subtle pattern of the universe.It is within, below, without, above.Acting upon this visible Nature's schemeIt wakens our earth-matter's heavy dozeTo think and feel and to react to joy;It models in us our diviner parts,Lifts mortal mind into a greater air,Makes yearn this life of flesh to intangible aims,Links the body's death with immortality's call:Out of the swoon of the InconscienceIt labours towards a superconscient Light.If earth were all and this were not in her,Thought could not be nor life-delight's response:Only material forms could then be her guestsDriven by an inanimate world-force.Earth by this golden superfluityBore thinking man and more than man shall bear;This higher scheme of being is our causeAnd holds the key to our ascending fate;It calls out of our dense mortalityThe conscious spirit nursed in Matter's house.The living symbol of these conscious planes,Its influences and godheads of the unseen,Its unthought logic of Reality's actsArisen from the unspoken truth in things,Have fixed our inner life's slow-scaled degrees.Its steps are paces of the soul's returnFrom the deep adventure of material birth,A ladder of delivering ascentAnd rungs that Nature climbs to deity.Once in the vigil of a deathless gazeThese grades had marked her giant downward plunge,The wide and prone leap of a godhead's fall.Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme.The great World-Mother by her sacrificeHas made her soul the body of our state;Accepting sorrow and unconsciousnessDivinity's lapse from its own splendours woveThe many-patterned ground of all we are.An idol of self is our mortality.Our earth is a fragment and a residue;Her power is packed with the stuff of greater worldsAnd steeped in their colour-lustres dimmed by her drowse;An atavism of higher births is hers,Her sleep is stirred by their buried memoriesRecalling the lost spheres from which they fell.Unsatisfied forces in her bosom move;They are partners of her greater growing fateAnd her return to immortality;They consent to share her doom of birth and death;They kindle partial gleams of the All and driveHer blind laborious spirit to composeA meagre image of the mighty Whole.The calm and luminous Intimacy within ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.01 - The World-Stair,
131:Coded LanguageWhereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven pastWhereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualizeWe have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with seasonOur cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effectReject mediocrity!Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand.The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant.The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pearsLight years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.Thus, in the name of:ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN,LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN,BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, Gandhi, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA,MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY,DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV,ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON,MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI,LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOURLITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY,SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMEDWe claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.We are determining the future at this very moment.We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stoneOur music is our alchemyWe stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.If you must count to keep the beat then count.Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.Curve you circles counterclockwiseUse your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World.Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slainAny utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain ~ Saul Williams,
132:Death & FameWhen I dieI don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel CemeteryBut I want a big funeral St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in ManhattanFirst, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren, companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama Tarchen --Then, most important, lovers over half-century Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousandday retreat --""I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me""I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone""We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly arms round each other""I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my skivvies would be on the floor""Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master""We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then sleep in his captain's bed.""He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy""I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my stomach shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- ""All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth & fingers along my waist""He gave great head"So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997 and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!""I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me.""I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head, my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, tickled with his tongue my behind""I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow --"Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his walk-up flat, seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him again never wanted to... ""He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made sure I came first"This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-harp pennywhistles & kazoosNext, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American provincesThen highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved him anyway, true artist""Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me from suicide hospitals""Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my studio guest a week in Budapest"Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois""I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- ""He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas City""Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City""Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982""I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized others like me out there"Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gesturesThen Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural historians come to witness the historic funeral Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkersEveryone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was aliveFebruary 22, 1997 ~ Allen Ginsberg,
133:Intuition And The Value Of Concentration ::: Mother, how can the faculty of intuition be developed? ... There are different kinds of intuition, and we carry these capacities within us. They are always active to some extent but we don't notice them because we don't pay enough attention to what is going on in us. Behind the emotions, deep within the being, in a consciousness seated somewhere near the level of the solar plexus, there is a sort of prescience, a kind of capacity for foresight, but not in the form of ideas: rather in the form of feelings, almost a perception of sensations. For instance, when one is going to decide to do something, there is sometimes a kind of uneasiness or inner refusal, and usually, if one listens to this deeper indication, one realises that it was justified. In other cases there is something that urges, indicates, insists - I am not speaking of impulses, you understand, of all the movements which come from the vital and much lower still - indications which are behind the feelings, which come from the affective part of the being; there too one can receive a fairly sure indication of the thing to be done. These are forms of intuition or of a higher instinct which can be cultivated by observation and also by studying the results. Naturally, it must be done very sincerely, objectively, without prejudice. If one wants to see things in a particular way and at the same time practise this observation, it is all useless. One must do it as if one were looking at what is happening from outside oneself, in someone else. It is one form of intuition and perhaps the first one that usually manifests. There is also another form but that one is much more difficult to observe because for those who are accustomed to think, to act by reason - not by impulse but by reason - to reflect before doing anything, there is an extremely swift process from cause to effect in the half-conscious thought which prevents you from seeing the line, the whole line of reasoning and so you don't think that it is a chain of reasoning, and that is quite deceptive. You have the impression of an intuition but it is not an intuition, it is an extremely rapid subconscious reasoning, which takes up a problem and goes straight to the conclusions. This must not be mistaken for intuition. In the ordinary functioning of the brain, intuition is something which suddenly falls like a drop of light. If one has the faculty, the beginning of a faculty of mental vision, it gives the impression of something coming from outside or above, like a little impact of a drop of light in the brain, absolutely independent of all reasoning. This is perceived more easily when one is able to silence one's mind, hold it still and attentive, arresting its usual functioning, as if the mind were changed into a kind of mirror turned towards a higher faculty in a sustained and silent attention. That too one can learn to do. One must learn to do it, it is a necessary discipline. When you have a question to solve, whatever it may be, usually you concentrate your attention here (pointing between the eyebrows), at the centre just above the eyes, the centre of the conscious will. But then if you do that, you cannot be in contact with intuition. You can be in contact with the source of the will, of effort, even of a certain kind of knowledge, but in the outer, almost material field; whereas, if you want to contact the intuition, you must keep this (Mother indicates the forehead) completely immobile. Active thought must be stopped as far as possible and the entire mental faculty must form - at the top of the head and a little further above if possible - a kind of mirror, very quiet, very still, turned upwards, in silent, very concentrated attention. If you succeed, you can - perhaps not immediately - but you can have the perception of the drops of light falling upon the mirror from a still unknown region and expressing themselves as a conscious thought which has no connection with all the rest of your thought since you have been able to keep it silent. That is the real beginning of the intellectual intuition. It is a discipline to be followed. For a long time one may try and not succeed, but as soon as one succeeds in making a mirror, still and attentive, one always obtains a result, not necessarily with a precise form of thought but always with the sensations of a light coming from above. And then, if one can receive this light coming from above without entering immediately into a whirl of activity, receive it in calm and silence and let it penetrate deep into the being, then after a while it expresses itself either as a luminous thought or as a very precise indication here (Mother indicates the heart), in this other centre. Naturally, first these two faculties must be developed; then, as soon as there is any result, one must observe the result, as I said, and see the connection with what is happening, the consequences: see, observe very attentively what has come in, what may have caused a distortion, what one has added by way of more or less conscious reasoning or the intervention of a lower will, also more or less conscious; and it is by a very deep study - indeed, almost of every moment, in any case daily and very frequent - that one succeeds in developing one's intuition. It takes a long time. It takes a long time and there are ambushes: one can deceive oneself, take for intuitions subconscious wills which try to manifest, indications given by impulses one has refused to receive openly, indeed all sorts of difficulties. One must be prepared for that. But if one persists, one is sure to succeed. And there comes a time when one feels a kind of inner guidance, something which is leading one very perceptibly in all that one does. But then, for the guidance to have its maximum power, one must naturally add to it a conscious surrender: one must be sincerely determined to follow the indication given by the higher force. If one does that, then... one saves years of study, one can seize the result extremely rapidly. If one also does that, the result comes very rapidly. But for that, it must be done with sincerity and... a kind of inner spontaneity. If one wants to try without this surrender, one may succeed - as one can also succeed in developing one's personal will and making it into a very considerable power - but that takes a very long time and one meets many obstacles and the result is very precarious; one must be very persistent, obstinate, persevering, and one is sure to succeed, but only after a great labour. Make your surrender with a sincere, complete self-giving, and you will go ahead at full speed, you will go much faster - but you must not do this calculatingly, for that spoils everything! (Silence) Moreover, whatever you may want to do in life, one thing is absolutely indispensable and at the basis of everything, the capacity of concentrating the attention. If you are able to gather together the rays of attention and consciousness on one point and can maintain this concentration with a persistent will, nothing can resist it - whatever it may be, from the most material physical development to the highest spiritual one. But this discipline must be followed in a constant and, it may be said, imperturbable way; not that you should always be concentrated on the same thing - that's not what I mean, I mean learning to concentrate. And materially, for studies, sports, all physical or mental development, it is absolutely indispensable. And the value of an individual is proportionate to the value of his attention. And from the spiritual point of view it is still more important. There is no spiritual obstacle which can resist a penetrating power of concentration. For instance, the discovery of the psychic being, union with the inner Divine, opening to the higher spheres, all can be obtained by an intense and obstinate power of concentration - but one must learn how to do it. There is nothing in the human or even in the superhuman field, to which the power of concentration is not the key. You can be the best athlete, you can be the best student, you can be an artistic, literary or scientific genius, you can be the greatest saint with that faculty. And everyone has in himself a tiny little beginning of it - it is given to everybody, but people do not cultivate it. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1957-1958 ,
134:It does not matter if you do not understand it - Savitri, read it always. You will see that every time you read it, something new will be revealed to you. Each time you will get a new glimpse, each time a new experience; things which were not there, things you did not understand arise and suddenly become clear. Always an unexpected vision comes up through the words and lines. Every time you try to read and understand, you will see that something is added, something which was hidden behind is revealed clearly and vividly. I tell you the very verses you have read once before, will appear to you in a different light each time you re-read them. This is what happens invariably. Always your experience is enriched, it is a revelation at each step. But you must not read it as you read other books or newspapers. You must read with an empty head, a blank and vacant mind, without there being any other thought; you must concentrate much, remain empty, calm and open; then the words, rhythms, vibrations will penetrate directly to this white page, will put their stamp upon the brain, will explain themselves without your making any effort. Savitri alone is sufficient to make you climb to the highest peaks. If truly one knows how to meditate on Savitri, one will receive all the help one needs. For him who wishes to follow this path, it is a concrete help as though the Lord himself were taking you by the hand and leading you to the destined goal. And then, every question, however personal it may be, has its answer here, every difficulty finds its solution herein; indeed there is everything that is necessary for doing the Yoga.*He has crammed the whole universe in a single book.* It is a marvellous work, magnificent and of an incomparable perfection. You know, before writing Savitri Sri Aurobindo said to me, WIKI am impelled to launch on a new adventure; I was hesitant in the beginning, but now I am decided. Still, I do not know how far I shall succeed. I pray for help.* And you know what it was? It was - before beginning, I warn you in advance - it was His way of speaking, so full of divine humility and modesty. He never... *asserted Himself*. And the day He actually began it, He told me: WIKI have launched myself in a rudderless boat upon the vastness of the Infinite.* And once having started, He wrote page after page without intermission, as though it were a thing already complete up there and He had only to transcribe it in ink down here on these pages. In truth, the entire form of Savitri has descended "en masse" from the highest region and Sri Aurobindo with His genius only arranged the lines - in a superb and magnificent style. Sometimes entire lines were revealed and He has left them intact; He worked hard, untiringly, so that the inspiration could come from the highest possible summit. And what a work He has created! Yes, it is a true creation in itself. It is an unequalled work. Everything is there, and it is put in such a simple, such a clear form; verses perfectly harmonious, limpid and eternally true. My child, I have read so many things, but I have never come across anything which could be compared with Savitri. I have studied the best works in Greek, Latin, English and of course French literature, also in German and all the great creations of the West and the East, including the great epics; but I repeat it, I have not found anywhere anything comparable with Savitri. All these literary works seems to me empty, flat, hollow, without any deep reality - apart from a few rare exceptions, and these too represent only a small fraction of what Savitri is. What grandeur, what amplitude, what reality: it is something immortal and eternal He has created. I tell you once again there is nothing like in it the whole world. Even if one puts aside the vision of the reality, that is, the essential substance which is the heart of the inspiration, and considers only the lines in themselves, one will find them unique, of the highest classical kind. What He has created is something man cannot imagine. For, everything is there, everything. It may then be said that Savitri is a revelation, it is a meditation, it is a quest of the Infinite, the Eternal. If it is read with this aspiration for Immortality, the reading itself will serve as a guide to Immortality. To read Savitri is indeed to practice Yoga, spiritual concentration; one can find there all that is needed to realise the Divine. Each step of Yoga is noted here, including the secret of all other Yogas. Surely, if one sincerely follows what is revealed here in each line one will reach finally the transformation of the Supramental Yoga. It is truly the infallible guide who never abandons you; its support is always there for him who wants to follow the path. Each verse of Savitri is like a revealed Mantra which surpasses all that man possessed by way of knowledge, and I repeat this, the words are expressed and arranged in such a way that the sonority of the rhythm leads you to the origin of sound, which is OM. My child, yes, everything is there: mysticism, occultism, philosophy, the history of evolution, the history of man, of the gods, of creation, of Nature. How the universe was created, why, for what purpose, what destiny - all is there. You can find all the answers to all your questions there. Everything is explained, even the future of man and of the evolution, all that nobody yet knows. He has described it all in beautiful and clear words so that spiritual adventurers who wish to solve the mysteries of the world may understand it more easily. But this mystery is well hidden behind the words and lines and one must rise to the required level of true consciousness to discover it. All prophesies, all that is going to come is presented with the precise and wonderful clarity. Sri Aurobindo gives you here the key to find the Truth, to discover the Consciousness, to solve the problem of what the universe is. He has also indicated how to open the door of the Inconscience so that the light may penetrate there and transform it. He has shown the path, the way to liberate oneself from the ignorance and climb up to the superconscience; each stage, each plane of consciousness, how they can be scaled, how one can cross even the barrier of death and attain immortality. You will find the whole journey in detail, and as you go forward you can discover things altogether unknown to man. That is Savitri and much more yet. It is a real experience - reading Savitri. All the secrets that man possessed, He has revealed, - as well as all that awaits him in the future; all this is found in the depth of Savitri. But one must have the knowledge to discover it all, the experience of the planes of consciousness, the experience of the Supermind, even the experience of the conquest of Death. He has noted all the stages, marked each step in order to advance integrally in the integral Yoga. All this is His own experience, and what is most surprising is that it is my own experience also. It is my sadhana which He has worked out. Each object, each event, each realisation, all the descriptions, even the colours are exactly what I saw and the words, phrases are also exactly what I heard. And all this before having read the book. I read Savitri many times afterwards, but earlier, when He was writing He used to read it to me. Every morning I used to hear Him read Savitri. During the night He would write and in the morning read it to me. And I observed something curious, that day after day the experiences He read out to me in the morning were those I had had the previous night, word by word. Yes, all the descriptions, the colours, the pictures I had seen, the words I had heard, all, all, I heard it all, put by Him into poetry, into miraculous poetry. Yes, they were exactly my experiences of the previous night which He read out to me the following morning. And it was not just one day by chance, but for days and days together. And every time I used to compare what He said with my previous experiences and they were always the same. I repeat, it was not that I had told Him my experiences and that He had noted them down afterwards, no, He knew already what I had seen. It is my experiences He has presented at length and they were His experiences also. It is, moreover, the picture of Our joint adventure into the unknown or rather into the Supermind. These are experiences lived by Him, realities, supracosmic truths. He experienced all these as one experiences joy or sorrow, physically. He walked in the darkness of inconscience, even in the neighborhood of death, endured the sufferings of perdition, and emerged from the mud, the world-misery to breathe the sovereign plenitude and enter the supreme Ananda. He crossed all these realms, went through the consequences, suffered and endured physically what one cannot imagine. Nobody till today has suffered like Him. He accepted suffering to transform suffering into the joy of union with the Supreme. It is something unique and incomparable in the history of the world. It is something that has never happened before, He is the first to have traced the path in the Unknown, so that we may be able to walk with certitude towards the Supermind. He has made the work easy for us. Savitri is His whole Yoga of transformation, and this Yoga appears now for the first time in the earth-consciousness. And I think that man is not yet ready to receive it. It is too high and too vast for him. He cannot understand it, grasp it, for it is not by the mind that one can understand Savitri. One needs spiritual experiences in order to understand and assimilate it. The farther one advances on the path of Yoga, the more does one assimilate and the better. No, it is something which will be appreciated only in the future, it is the poetry of tomorrow of which He has spoken in The Future Poetry. It is too subtle, too refined, - it is not in the mind or through the mind, it is in meditation that Savitri is revealed. And men have the audacity to compare it with the work of Virgil or Homer and to find it inferior. They do not understand, they cannot understand. What do they know? Nothing at all. And it is useless to try to make them understand. Men will know what it is, but in a distant future. It is only the new race with a new consciousness which will be able to understand. I assure you there is nothing under the blue sky to compare with Savitri. It is the mystery of mysteries. It is a *super-epic,* it is super-literature, super-poetry, super-vision, it is a super-work even if one considers the number of lines He has written. No, these human words are not adequate to describe Savitri. Yes, one needs superlatives, hyperboles to describe it. It is a hyper-epic. No, words express nothing of what Savitri is, at least I do not find them. It is of immense value - spiritual value and all other values; it is eternal in its subject, and infinite in its appeal, miraculous in its mode and power of execution; it is a unique thing, the more you come into contact with it, the higher will you be uplifted. Ah, truly it is something! It is the most beautiful thing He has left for man, the highest possible. What is it? When will man know it? When is he going to lead a life of truth? When is he going to accept this in his life? This yet remains to be seen. My child, every day you are going to read Savitri; read properly, with the right attitude, concentrating a little before opening the pages and trying to keep the mind as empty as possible, absolutely without a thought. The direct road is through the heart. I tell you, if you try to really concentrate with this aspiration you can light the flame, the psychic flame, the flame of purification in a very short time, perhaps in a few days. What you cannot do normally, you can do with the help of Savitri. Try and you will see how very different it is, how new, if you read with this attitude, with this something at the back of your consciousness; as though it were an offering to Sri Aurobindo. You know it is charged, fully charged with consciousness; as if Savitri were a being, a real guide. I tell you, whoever, wanting to practice Yoga, tries sincerely and feels the necessity for it, will be able to climb with the help of Savitri to the highest rung of the ladder of Yoga, will be able to find the secret that Savitri represents. And this without the help of a Guru. And he will be able to practice it anywhere. For him Savitri alone will be the guide, for all that he needs he will find Savitri. If he remains very quiet when before a difficulty, or when he does not know where to turn to go forward and how to overcome obstacles, for all these hesitations and incertitudes which overwhelm us at every moment, he will have the necessary indications, and the necessary concrete help. If he remains very calm, open, if he aspires sincerely, always he will be as if lead by the hand. If he has faith, the will to give himself and essential sincerity he will reach the final goal. Indeed, Savitri is something concrete, living, it is all replete, packed with consciousness, it is the supreme knowledge above all human philosophies and religions. It is the spiritual path, it is Yoga, Tapasya, Sadhana, in its single body. Savitri has an extraordinary power, it gives out vibrations for him who can receive them, the true vibrations of each stage of consciousness. It is incomparable, it is truth in its plenitude, the Truth Sri Aurobindo brought down on the earth. My child, one must try to find the secret that Savitri represents, the prophetic message Sri Aurobindo reveals there for us. This is the work before you, it is hard but it is worth the trouble. - 5 November 1967 ~ The Mother, Sweet Mother The Mother to Mona Sarkar,

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1:inspirational, science ~ Unknown,
2:Every movie is unknown. ~ Ang Lee,
3:I still taste the past. ~ Unknown,
4:Pain demands to be felt ~ Unknown,
5:Vouloir, c'est pouvoir! ~ Unknown,
6:Wake up and be awesome. ~ Unknown,
7:Fortune favors the bold. ~ Unknown,
8:unknown to him then. ~ Nick Cutter,
9:A broad mind lacks focus. ~ Unknown,
10:Democracy dies in darknes ~ Unknown,
11:Fear keeps failure alive. ~ Unknown,
12:Have courage and be kind. ~ Unknown,
13:It do really be like that. ~ Unknown,
14:Quotes are a waste of time. ~ Unknown,
15:The unknown is my compass ~ Ana s Nin,
16:Ars moriendi ars vivendi est ~ Unknown,
17:Done is better than perfect. ~ Unknown,
18:Dreams come true, not cheap. ~ Unknown,
19:Everywhere I go, there I am. ~ Unknown,
20:These are the good old days. ~ Unknown,
21:Broken pencils are pointless. ~ Unknown,
22:Everything comes full circle. ~ Unknown,
23:I am the hero of my own story ~ Unknown,
24:I only know what I don't know ~ Unknown,
25:Live like there's no tomorrow ~ Unknown,
26:Perfect is the enemy of done. ~ Unknown,
27:The test of wanting is doing. ~ Unknown,
28:You smile through your heart. ~ Unknown,
29:It's the little things in life ~ Unknown,
30:April showers bring may flowers ~ Unknown,
31:Inspiration is for Strangers... ~ Unknown,
32:My bookshelves help me breathe. ~ Unknown,
33:One day or day one. You decide. ~ Unknown,
34:PMS jokes aren't funny. Period. ~ Unknown,
35:“The unknown was my compass.” ~ Anais Nin,
36:When chemists die, they barium. ~ Unknown,
37:A dyslexic man walks into a bra. ~ Unknown,
38:Dim light source unknown. ~ Samuel Beckett,
39:Everything unknown is magnified. ~ Tacitus,
40:Happiness is homemade. – unknown ~ Unknown,
41:How easy it is to be unknown! ~ Sophia Lee,
42:I'm Grateful to say I'm Grateful ~ Unknown,
43:I'm more brocken than you think. ~ Unknown,
44:Make the best of a bad situation ~ Unknown,
45:Never say “whoa”in a tight place ~ Unknown,
46:Trust kills faster than bullets! ~ Unknown,
47:All limitations are self-imposed. ~ Unknown,
48:And he sets his mind to unknown arts ~ Ovid,
49:It's Easier To Attack Than Defend ~ Unknown,
50:May you live in interesting times ~ Unknown,
51:My only fear is the unknown. ~ David Blaine,
52:Whatever is unknown is magnified. ~ Tacitus,
53:always on the wrong side of maybe. ~ Unknown,
54:Be comfortable being uncomfortable ~ Unknown,
55:Greater is our terror of the unknown. ~ Livy,
56:I ‪ like the way sunshine smells‬. ~ Unknown,
57:I tried to catch some Fog. I mist. ~ Unknown,
58:Morality without action is vanity. ~ Unknown,
59:paranormal powers and wished their ~ Unknown,
60:Raindrops are like fairy whispers. ~ Unknown,
61:When nothings goes right, go left. ~ Unknown,
62:A fool with a tool is still a fool. ~ Unknown,
63:Change means the unknown. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt,
64:Don't talk the talk, walk the walk! ~ Unknown,
65:Es ist nicht alles Gold was glänzt. ~ Unknown,
66:Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon. ~ Unknown,
67:Some see a weed, others see a wish. ~ Unknown,
68:Sometimes less is more than enough. ~ Unknown,
69:The Heart sees what the eyes cannot ~ Unknown,
70:the meaning of life is to give life ~ Unknown,
71:who says communication needs words. ~ Unknown,
72:but trial by combat was unknown. ~ Will Durant,
73:Dogs bark, but the caravans move on. ~ Unknown,
74:Drunk, he slew no hearth-companions. ~ Unknown,
75:If nothing changes, nothing changes. ~ Unknown,
76:It do really be like that sometimes. ~ Unknown,
77:It is good to love the unknown. ~ Charles Lamb,
78:I want to be famous but unknown! ~ Edgar Degas,
79:Never let an old flame bum you twice ~ Unknown,
80:The Night Sky is full of dead stars, ~ Unknown,
81:When nothing goes right,
go left. ~ Unknown,
82:Art is the lie that reveals the truth ~ Unknown,
83:Faith is what we do between miracles. ~ Unknown,
84:I like the unknown. I like mystery. ~ Eric Bana,
85:Life is a journey, not a destination. ~ Unknown,
86:Peep shit. Laugh. Flip your big hair. ~ Unknown,
87:The best apology is changed behavior. ~ Unknown,
88:We are who we are. Lottery is stupid. ~ Unknown,
89:We blame society, but we are society. ~ Unknown,
90:Where there is a will, There is a way ~ Unknown,
91:All dreams end when the dreamer awakes ~ Unknown,
92:Be Stronger than your strongest excuse ~ Unknown,
93:Courage Is a Love Affair with the Unknown ~ Osho,
94:Faith makes things possible, not easy. ~ Unknown,
95:That's fucking gay. Everything is gay. ~ Unknown,
96:The best things in life aren't things. ~ Unknown,
97:What doesn't kill you make you strong! ~ Unknown,
98:You are entitled to your wrong opinion ~ Unknown,
99:Cosmos mariner destination unknown ~ Conrad Aiken,
100:Courage is a love affair with the unknown. ~ Osho,
101:Direction is more important than speed. ~ Unknown,
102:do the brave thing; then run like hell. ~ Unknown,
103:Great fiction tells unknown truths. ~ Jess Walter,
104:How do you create something unknown? ~ Sam Messer,
105:I know i'm not perfect but i do my best ~ Unknown,
106:Law of life, Creating the life you want ~ Unknown,
107:No one is you and that is your power!!! ~ Unknown,
108:There’s no business like flow business. ~ Unknown,
109:Write without fear. Edit without mercy. ~ Unknown,
110:You are entitled to your wrong opinion. ~ Unknown,
111:Amicus cognoscitur amore, more, ore, re. ~ Unknown,
112:Eyes overlook objects unknown to mind. ~ Toba Beta,
113:How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it. ~ Unknown,
114:It's the exception that proves the rule. ~ Unknown,
115:Let today be the start of something new. ~ Unknown,
116:The past is the past, the future is now. ~ Unknown,
117:The unknown is always interesting. ~ Michael Ovitz,
118:Amazing is when you wake up in the dream. ~ Unknown,
119:Be careful who you invite into your soul. ~ Unknown,
120:Buy few, but buy the best you can afford. ~ Unknown,
121:I travelled among unknown men, ~ William Wordsworth,
122:I was a stranger pretending to be family. ~ Unknown,
123:Jokes about German sausage are the wurst. ~ Unknown,
124:Move from the known to the unknown. ~ B K S Iyengar,
125:Reading brings us unknown friends ~ Honor de Balzac,
126:somethings are best left unknown ~ G Norman Lippert,
127:Starve your distractions, feed you focus. ~ Unknown,
128:The best gift in life is a second chance. ~ Unknown,
129:The unknown is always frightening. ~ Naveen Andrews,
130:True freedom comes from being unknown. ~ Ruth Ozeki,
131:Where you sit determines where you stand. ~ Unknown,
132:Your today is connected to your tomorrow. ~ Unknown,
133:Courage Is a Love Affair with the Unknown ~ Rajneesh,
134:Every age is an unknown country. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt,
135:How can the unknown merit reverence? ~ Harold Pinter,
136:I am terrified of this unknown. In ~ Rachel Friedman,
137:I'm scared of the unknown future. ~ Bethenny Frankel,
138:I would like to be famous but unknown. ~ Edgar Degas,
139:Lord, give me patience. And I want it now. ~ Unknown,
140:Reading brings us unknown friends. ~ Honor de Balzac,
141:Reading brings us unknown friends ~ Honore de Balzac,
142:The biggest poison in our lives is regret. ~ Unknown,
143:There is a thin line between love and hate ~ Unknown,
144:The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame. ~ Homer,
145:unknown god had kidnapped Persephone. ~ Rick Riordan,
146:Winners never quit and quitters never win. ~ Unknown,
147:Be someone that nobody thought you could be ~ Unknown,
148:I should like to be famous and unknown. ~ Edgar Degas,
149:It is not a religion. It is a relationship. ~ Unknown,
150:It’s the unknown that draws people. ~ E A Bucchianeri,
151:nothing lasts forever" graffiti at Pompeii. ~ Unknown,
152:Raise up your head because no place is Easy ~ Unknown,
153:Stay close to people who feel like sunshine ~ Unknown,
154:Take one step backward into the unknown. ~ Adyashanti,
155:The unknown is the biggest question. ~ Desmond Howard,
157:Books are a staircase to unknown worlds. ~ Jason Ellis,
158:Failure is a word unknown to me. ~ Muhammad Ali Jinnah,
159:Fear is not an unknown emotion to us. ~ Neil Armstrong,
160:Fear of the unknown is a terrible fear. ~ Joan D Vinge,
161:Freedom is a gift that you give to yourself. ~ Unknown,
162:It can be scary facing the unknown. ~ Lurlene McDaniel,
163:Man fears time, but time fears the pyramids. ~ Unknown,
164:No...some things were better left unknown! ~ Anonymous,
165:Oh So You Want A Battle? I'll Give You A War ~ Unknown,
166:On an unknown path, every foot is slow. ~ Hazel Gaynor,
167:Spread your arms and always trust your cape. ~ Unknown,
168:Success is something you attract not pursue! ~ Unknown,
169:The only trick to milk and honey is HARDWORK ~ Unknown,
170:Things that are unknown attract us. ~ Deborah Ann Woll,
171:With great power, comes great responsibility ~ Unknown,
172:All nature is but art unknown to thee. ~ Alexander Pope,
173:In a world where you can be anything, be kind ~ Unknown,
174:Life is too short to be reading shitty books. ~ Unknown,
175:Life is too short to ignore the possibilities ~ Unknown,
176:Not to know me argues yourselves unknown. ~ John Milton,
177:The mind knows only what lies near the heart. ~ Unknown,
178:The unknown always passes for the marvellous. ~ Tacitus,
179:We all suffer, but to be a victim is a choice ~ Unknown,
180:Your forever does not have to be your always. ~ Unknown,
181:A child who reads will be an adult who thinks. ~ Unknown,
182:All nature is but art, unknown to thee. ~ Alexander Pope,
183:A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies ~ Unknown,
184:Don't look back ! You are not going that way ! ~ Unknown,
185:Haters gonna hate because they hate there self ~ Unknown,
186:Hope is man's preparation for the unknown. ~ Sri Chinmoy,
187:I don’t have time to wake up early. —UNKNOWN ~ Hal Elrod,
188:I'm sorry, my dragon ate your sparkly vampire. ~ Unknown,
189:In a world where you can be anything, be kind. ~ Unknown,
190:Knowledge not shared remains unknown ~ Chris Grabenstein,
191:We are all broken that's how the light gets in ~ Unknown,
192:Writing is a journey into the unknown. ~ Charlie Kaufman,
193:Be the person you needed when you were younger. ~ Unknown,
194:Energizer Bunny arrested: Charged with battery. ~ Unknown,
195:From castles of bone unknown music comes ~ Arthur Rimbaud,
196:If you could read my mind you would be in tears ~ Unknown,
197:I love being in the world of the unknown. ~ Alison Krauss,
198:Inertia is Death. Forward Motion is Everything. ~ Unknown,
199:Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change. ~ Unknown,
200:It is better to exist unknown to the law. ~ Michael Scott,
201:Life doesn't get easier. You just get stronger. ~ Unknown,
202:My favorite unknown movie is 'The Comic.' ~ Dick Van Dyke,
203:Never allow others to do your thinking for you. ~ Unknown,
204:Now I am the unknown, the unknowable. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
205:Smile is the language that everyone understands ~ Unknown,
206:The only thing that matters is that it matters. ~ Unknown,
207:Vítězství se nedosahuje silou, ale vytrvalostí. ~ Unknown,
208:When the student is ready, the Teacher appears! ~ Unknown,
209:Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown ~ Alexander Pope,
210:You better be an hour early than a minute late. ~ Unknown,
211:Bisogna vivere di arte per non morire di realtà. ~ Unknown,
212:Don’t squat with your spurs on.”--Unknown ~ Teresa Burrell,
213:Doubt kills more dreams than failure every will. ~ Unknown,
214:Fear can make you cling to the strangest things. ~ Unknown,
215:How can we live without the unknown before us? ~ Rene Char,
216:In the end, we know God as unknown. ~ Saint Thomas Aquinas,
217:It's necessary to win the war, not every battle. ~ Unknown,
218:Known is boring; unknown is tempting! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
219:Life is sometimes about being a CRITICAL THINKER ~ Unknown,
220:Per Angusta Ad Agusta - through trial to triumph ~ Unknown,
221:When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble. ~ Unknown,
222:Why give away an advantage if you don't have to? ~ Unknown,
223:Your life is your story. Write well, edit often. ~ Unknown,
224:Coincidence is fate pulling strings.”   —Unknown ~ Joe Hart,
225:Don't Rush. Don't Dawdle. Just breathe and write. ~ Unknown,
226:Honor is unknown in despotic states. ~ Baron de Montesquieu,
227:I find the lure of the unknown irresistible. ~ Sylvia Earle,
228:If life is a picture puzzle, you are a key piece. ~ Unknown,
229:If you want to be happy, be with a happy person.. ~ Unknown,
230:It is better to exist unknown to the law.’  ~ Michael Scott,
231:It's much easier to work with an unknown. ~ Taylor Hackford,
232:I will not let you go into the unknown alone. ~ Bram Stoker,
233:Life is a series of steps into the unknown. ~ Mark Goulston,
234:Love dances in the freshness of the unknown ~ Deepak Chopra,
235:Maturity is acting your age instead of your urge. ~ Unknown,
236:No one's you, and that's your superpower. OWN IT. ~ Unknown,
237:Once a thing is known,it can't be UNknown. ~ Chris Crutcher,
238:Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity. ~ Penelope Ward,
239:The more I know mankind, the more I love mt dogs. ~ Unknown,
240:When you believe in yourself great things happen! ~ Unknown,
241:Fight Like You're Right, Listen Like You're Wrong. ~ Unknown,
242:Gone before To that unknown and silent shore. ~ Charles Lamb,
243:Have no fear of moving into the unknown. ~ Pope John Paul II,
244:It is common, to esteem most what is most unknown. ~ Tacitus,
245:It’s courageous to go into territory unknown. ~ Gayle Forman,
246:Never stop believing that you can touch the sky ☺️ ~ Unknown,
247:The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown. ~ Victor Hugo,
248:Through the Unknown, we'll find the New ~ Charles Baudelaire,
249:Unknown is not unknown for the unknown! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
250:We are all pilgrims in search of the unknown. ~ Paulo Coelho,
251:You've got to bumble forward into the unknown. ~ Frank Gehry,
252:A dream may be the only window to the unknown. ~ Sejal Badani,
253:Art is a step in the known toward the unknown ~ Khalil Gibran,
254:Each painting is a plunge into the unknown. ~ Joseph Plaskett,
256:I'm sorry, my dragon just ate your sparkly vampire. ~ Unknown,
257:Live... Laugh... Love... Run Barefoot Through Life! ~ Unknown,
258:Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me. ~ Unknown,
259:Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday. ~ Unknown,
260:The rest of it, the unknown... it'll come ~ Stephanie Perkins,
261:The unknown brings its own worries,’ he said. ~ Frank Herbert,
262:The unknown is a vast, paralyzing limbo. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
263:Things yet unknown will change the way you think. ~ Toba Beta,
264:To conquer the unknown you must trust. ~ Harbhajan Singh Yogi,
265:Too much risk based on what you're comfortable with ~ Unknown,
266:You can't hurry the harvest by flooding the fields. ~ Unknown,
267:ARTISTIC CREATION is a voyage into the unknown. ~ Peter Turchi,
268:Don’t listen to what people say, watch what they do. ~ Unknown,
269:How do you make holy water? Boil the hell out of it! ~ Unknown,
270:I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me. ~ Unknown,
271:I'm the unknown everyone's already sick of. ~ Jessica Chastain,
272:It’s never funny until someone gets hurt.” -Unknown ~ Dan Ames,
273:The loss which is unknown is no loss at all. ~ Publilius Syrus,
274:The most important things in life
Are not things. ~ Unknown,
275:The servant of God in the ministery of the beautiful ~ Unknown,
276:When you are prepared you can bust through anything. ~ Unknown,
277:Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason. ~ Akiane Kramarik,
278:Ärgu sul olgu 100 raamatut. Parem olgu sul 100 sõpra. ~ Unknown,
279:Don't get sidetracked by people who are not on track. ~ Unknown,
280:Every time you open a book, a little magic falls out. ~ Unknown,
281:She did not speak for speech was unknown to her. ~ Pablo Neruda,
282:Something blinded by the eye is like a total DARKNESS ~ Unknown,
283:The unknown is the governing principle of war. ~ Ferdinand Foch,
284:The word 'cause' is an altar to an unknown god. ~ William James,
285:They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type O. ~ Unknown,
286:to early seen unknown...and known to late ~ William Shakespeare,
287:You are only confined by the walls you build yourself ~ Unknown,
288:Appreciate the Unknown and the Space in Between ~ Shannon Kaiser,
289:Behind us: the unknown. Before us: the secret. ~ Terence McKenna,
290:¨Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations¨ ~ Unknown,
291:Every journey has a destination, known or unknown. ~ Dean Koontz,
292:Fall has wrapped his crisp cloak around her shoulders. ~ Unknown,
293:Follow your dreams, for as you dream you shall become. ~ Unknown,
294:If there is a God, he will have to beg my forgiveness. ~ Unknown,
295:Sometimes a good cry can cure what a good laugh can't. ~ Unknown,
296:These lines are hooks, I'm fishing unknown seas. ~ Mark Lawrence,
297:the unknown breeds dragons in map margins ~ Lois McMaster Bujold,
298:You're the most unknown famous man I ever met ~ Charles Bukowski,
299:Be an encourager, the world has enough critics already. ~ Unknown,
300:Embrace the unknown. It is the only certainty. ~ Jayne Ann Krentz,
301:Every moment is unique, unknown, completely fresh. ~ Pema Chodron,
302:Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all. ~ Yvon Chouinard,
303:Focus on the problem, you might miss the easy solution. ~ Unknown,
304:Have faith and pursue the unknown end. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr,
305:If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be thinking about it. ~ Unknown,
306:If words are not worth saying you'd better keep silent. ~ Unknown,
307:If you don't fear, the Unknown will be KIND to you ~ Paulo Coelho,
308:It is not what happens to you but how you deal with it. ~ Unknown,
309:There is no such thing as darkness only failure to see. ~ Unknown,
310:Too early seen unknown, and known too late! ~ William Shakespeare,
311:Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer. ~ Unknown,
312:Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations. ~ Unknown,
313:Your decisions are honorable because they are your own. ~ Unknown,
314:You're the most unknown famous man I ever met. ~ Charles Bukowski,
315:Find someone who makes you feel drunk when you're sober. ~ Unknown,
316:If you are very quiet you can hear the world applauding. ~ Unknown,
317:I'm attracted by the unknown, but I take precautions. ~ Jimmy Page,
318:Just because you make mistakes doesn't mean you are one. ~ Unknown,
319:The greatest losses are unknown and unknowable. ~ W Edwards Deming,
320:The greatest of all faults is to imagine you have none". ~ Unknown,
321:There’s a Man Goin’ Round Taking Names —AUTHOR UNKNOWN ~ Jack Carr,
322:The Will to Live Will Always Outweigh the Ability to Die ~ Unknown,
323:To be unknown to God is entirely too much privacy. ~ Thomas Merton,
324:To hell with the rules. I'm going for the unknown. ~ Wayne Shorter,
325:To line only for some unknown future is superficial. ~ Abdul Kalam,
326:We lose ourselves in books, we find ourselves there too. ~ Unknown,
327:When life's sun sets, the stars of memory will shine on. ~ Unknown,
328:You can always do one thing less than you think you can. ~ Unknown,
329:You can’t let what is unknown run your life, can you? ~ Jay Antani,
330:(You could've made that) + (but you didn't) = Modern Art ~ Unknown,
331:Always help someone. You might be the only one that does. ~ Unknown,
332:Dinding diam tapi mendengar, seperti itulah tanggungjawab ~ Unknown,
333:En oubliant de grandir, j'ai réaliser mon rêve d'enfance. ~ Unknown,
334:Fear of the unknown is a reason to go, not stay. ~ Rebecca Hamilton,
335:Fear was just a deceptive veil obscuring the unknown. ~ Rinker Buck,
336:If everything smells like shit, maybe you're the asshole. ~ Unknown,
337:I never really loved you, but I did love the idea of you. ~ Unknown,
338:Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. —UNKNOWN ~ Lori Deschene,
339:Saying here goes nothing could be the start of everything ~ Unknown,
340:The first step to success is getting out of your own way. ~ Unknown,
341:When the heart is open,
love falls out on everything. ~ Unknown,
342:With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world. ~ Alfred de Musset,
343:Dare your genius to walk the wildest unknown ways. ~ Bryce Courtenay,
344:Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die. ~ John Masefield,
345:Do not judge my story by the
chapter you walked in on. ~ Unknown,
346:Find the IRIE in your life. Nurture it. Care it. Share it. ~ Unknown,
347:Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown. ~ Charles de Gaulle,
348:Heaven would not heaven be, without my cats to welcome me. ~ Unknown,
349:He once said that he wished to be famous, but unknown. ~ Edgar Degas,
350:If the world was blind, how many people would you impress? ~ Unknown,
351:In a startup, both the problem and solution are unknown. ~ Eric Ries,
352:Life takes us to unexpected places... love brings us home. ~ Unknown,
353:To be unknown to God is altogether too much privacy. ~ Thomas Merton,
354:When a person is angry is when they show their true colors ~ Unknown,
355:You are not your thoughts, you are the one who hears them. ~ Unknown,
356:Attack each day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind. ~ Jim Harbaugh,
357:Don't be afraid to take that leap into the unknown. ~ Richard Branson,
358:Don’t sweat the petty stuff and don’t pet the sweaty stuff. ~ Unknown,
359:Exploring the unknown requires tolerating uncertainty. ~ Brian Greene,
360:I don't look at how you treat me, but how you treat others. ~ Unknown,
361:I’m not searching for my other half because I’m not a half. ~ Unknown,
362:I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I can't put it down. ~ Unknown,
363:Le cose prendono il tempo che prendono. Non ti preoccupare. ~ Unknown,
364:Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. —UNKNOWN I ~ Lori Deschene,
365:The first time i saw you my heart whispered "that's the one ~ Unknown,
366:A hero is somebody who voluntarily walks into the unknown. ~ Tom Hanks,
367:A walk down a country road is good for body, heart and soul. ~ Unknown,
369:Every single moment is a travel into the unknown! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
370:Faith is the beginning, love is the end, union of two is God ~ Unknown,
371:If love isn't the answer, you are asking the wrong question. ~ Unknown,
372:Innovation comes only from an assault on the unknown. ~ Sydney Brenner,
373:It's hare to be fit as a fiidle when you look like a 'cello. ~ Unknown,
374:It's the unknown that makes me feel the most vulnerable. ~ Alicia Keys,
375:Never stop chasing your Dreams ...
Success will be yours! ~ Unknown,
376:Nothing lasts forever, but at least we’ve got these memories ~ Unknown,
377:There's always fear of the unknown where there's mystery ~ David Lynch,
378:There's always the risk that there are unknown unknowns. ~ Nate Silver,
379:This moment was very large, but it never became an eternity. ~ Unknown,
380:To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
381:We bury the hatchet but then we remember where we buried it. ~ Unknown,
382:What is hid is unknown: for what is unknown there is no desire. ~ Ovid,
383:Women leaving more to the imagination has become a dying art ~ Unknown, letting go and trusting oneself to the unknown. ~ Alan Watts,
385:I'd suggest you find something better to do with your time... ~ Unknown,
386:If everything smells like shit, then maybe you're an asshole. ~ Unknown,
387:If we fear the unknown then surely we fear ourselves. ~ Bryant H McGill,
388:I like to YouTube a lot, and try and find unknown singers. ~ Cher Lloyd,
389:Let She who is without baggage cast the first overnight case. ~ Unknown,
390:Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf—Tribe Unknown ~ Sylvia Browne,
391:Most people live average lives because they do average things ~ Unknown,
392:Praying is sending an SOS to the heavenly unknown. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
393:There's always fear of the unknown where there's mystery. ~ David Lynch,
394:Those who sail without oars stay on good terms with the wind. ~ Unknown,
395:Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
396:Untill the light takes us, the darkness will show us the way. ~ Unknown,
397:We are the primitives of an unknown civilization ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
398:When it's over, leave. Don't continue watering a dead flower. ~ Unknown,
399:You aren't doing it wrong if no one knows what you are doing. ~ Unknown,
400:Art is how you decorate space, music is how you decorate time. ~ Unknown,
401:Domine ad adjuvandum me festina." (Lord my God assist me now.) ~ Unknown,
402:Do not wait for the storm to pass. Learn to dance in the rain. ~ Unknown,
403:In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists. ~ Jhumpa Lahiri,
404:I suppose what scares me is giving in to the unknown. ~ Alex Michaelides,
405:Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do? ~ Rumi,
406:Nobody would watch Lifestyles of the Poor and the Unknown. ~ Robin Leach,
407:Some people are so broken they get mad at you for being whole. ~ Unknown,
408:The pain you feel today is
the strength you feel tomorrow. ~ Unknown,
409:We do not yet trust the unknown power of thoughts. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
410:5 year old granddaughter: Grandma, what is reptile dysfunction? ~ Unknown,
411:Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there? ~ Harold Pinter,
412:Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown. ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
413:C'est dans ces moments que tu vois le caractère d'une personne. ~ Unknown,
414:From fear of the unknown, both horns and wings have grown. ~ Chris Murphy,
415:If people treated you like an option, leave them like a choice. ~ Unknown,
416:I most likely be in school, so don't tell my teacher."
-KD ~ Unknown,
417:I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me! ~ Unknown,
418:Obstacles are what you see when you take your eye off the goal. ~ Unknown,
419:showing Mr. Finley grinning and shaking hands with unknown ~ John Grisham,
420:To the Romans, the Greeks and the Jews Sumeria was unknown. ~ Will Durant,
421:You yourself are the bizarre flower of some unknown dream. ~ Ren e Vivien,
422:Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns. ~ Bryant H McGill,
423:Class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there's no pop quiz. ~ Unknown,
424:Death is the unknown in which all of us lived before birth. ~ Alan W Watts,
425:Don't take criticism from someone you wouldn't take advice from. ~ Unknown,
426:Fear is not of the unknown, but of loss of the known. ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti,
427:I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you. ~ Unknown,
428:Intuition feels the imperceptible things that unknown to mind. ~ Toba Beta,
429:It was easier to do nothing than to brave the unknown ~ Michael J Sullivan,
430:Legality and oppression are not unknown to run hand in hand. ~ Tim Hawkins,
431:People are like books, unknown until they are opened. ~ Richard Paul Evans,
432:People are more what they hide than what they show. —Unknown ~ Lauren Carr,
433:Politics is all about a cold head, a dead heart and dirty hands. ~ Unknown,
434:The hardest part of change is going through the unknown. ~ Robert Kiyosaki,
435:The unknown subject, McCaleb thought. So we meet again. ~ Michael Connelly,
436:Treat life and death as equals and you will never fear either... ~ Unknown,
437:Was it a bad day? Or a bad five minutes that you milked all day? ~ Unknown,
438:We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways. ~ Bram Stoker,
439:You are not defined by your past. You are prepared by your past. ~ Unknown,
440:A good communication is the best medicine for healthy association ~ Unknown,
441:Faith is, above all, openness; an act of trust in the unknown. ~ Alan Watts,
442:Fear comes from the unknown. Once you know, then, whatever. ~ Pierre Huyghe,
443:Full stop is not the end, its just the beginning of a new journey ~ Unknown,
444:I don't know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth. ~ Unknown,
445:It is difficult to see the picture when you are inside the frame. ~ Unknown,
446:I was the sum of two people, one dead, the other unknown. ~ Vikki Wakefield,
447:Jo dikhta hai wo hota nahi hai aur jo hota hai who dikta nahi hai ~ Unknown,
448:Just don’t forsake the present for the unknowns of the future. ~ Kim Holden,
449:Keep us little and unknown, prized and loved by God alone. ~ Charles Wesley,
450:Lo posible de lo imposible se mide por la voluntad del ser humano ~ Unknown,
451:Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown ~ E M Forster,
452:Respect is for those who deserve it, not for those who demand it. ~ Unknown,
453:The two hardest things to handle in life are failure and success. ~ Unknown,
454:Those who go ahead provide a little light into the unknown. ~ John Densmore,
455:To make your unknown known - that's the important thing. ~ Georgia O Keeffe,
456:What does a clock do when it's hungry? It goes back four seconds. ~ Unknown,
457:When it rains, look for rainbows, when it's dark, look for stars. ~ Unknown,
458:You have to get up each morning and tell yourself 'I can do this. ~ Unknown,
459:Always remember that you are unique...
just like everybody else ~ Unknown,
460:And one day the girl with the books became the woman writing them. ~ Unknown,
461:Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move. ~ Tim O Brien,
462:folks generally fear what’s different and unknown to them. ~ Tracie Peterson,
463:he tends to mistake the unknown for the nonexistent. ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb,
464:I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words. ~ Unknown,
465:I have known uncertainty: a state unknown to the Greeks. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,
466:It's better to stand and fight, if you run, you'll only die tired. ~ Unknown,
467:It's the fear of the unknown that we're both wrapped up in. ~ Colleen Hoover,
468:It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. ~ Unknown,
469:Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God. ~ Corrie ten Boom,
470:Never too young to start an empire. Never to old to chase a dream. ~ Unknown,
471:Reality had always been something of an unknown quantity to me. ~ Anna Kavan,
472:The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne. ~ George Herbert,
473:fearing nothing but the unknown in a world of mysterious wonder. ~ John Fante,
474:From my favorite t-shirt - If I can't wear my boots, I'm not going. ~ Unknown,
475:Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.” ~ Unknown ~ M Never,
476:I learned that people don't buy anything from unknown stores. ~ Tadashi Yanai,
477:Practice like you've never won.
Perform like you've never lost. ~ Unknown,
478:Reading makes you impudent. Oh yes, unknown father, so it does. ~ Nina George,
479:She’s all broken inside but no one will ever notice. —Unknown ~ Monica Murphy,
480:The major ingredient of any recipe for fear is the unknown. ~ Michael Jackson,
481:The world is full of unknown mysteries and vague resolutions. ~ Tommy Wallach,
482:Time passes way too slow when you're waiting for the unknown ~ Donna VanLiere,
483:What drives me is that moment of discovery. I love the unknown. ~ Jeff Corwin,
484:When something in life goes wrong, yell, "Plot Twist!" and move on? ~ Unknown,
485:At one point, all authors are unknown until the day they are not. ~ J D Barker,
487:people grow the most when they enter the Zone of the Unknown. ~ Robin S Sharma,
488:Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone... ~ Unknown,
489:the driver is unknown. It is as if the vehicle is driving on ~ Jonathan Sturak,
490:Their love was like a perfect prayer.
Even God could not deny it. ~ Unknown,
491:The only limits that exist in life are the ones we put on ourselves. ~ Unknown,
492:The world may hold startling developments and shocking unknowns. ~ Jon Spaihts,
493:When you meet people, show real appreciation, then genuine curiosity ~ Unknown,
494:With the right music you can forget anything or remember everything. ~ Unknown,
495:Candy is natures way of making up for Mondays." ~Unknown Author ~ Rebecca Gober,
496:"Consciousness naturally resists anything unconscious and unknown." ~ Carl Jung,
497:Every next level of your life will demand a different version of you. ~ Unknown,
498:Fear of the unknown is always greater than fear of the familiar. ~ Alice Feeney,
499:I used to cry because I had no shoes, until I met a man with no feet. ~ Unknown,
500:Kenning for king or chieftain of a comitatus: he breaks off gold from ~ Unknown,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)


   20 Occultism
   12 Yoga
   10 Philosophy
   10 Integral Yoga
   8 Christianity
   3 Kabbalah
   3 Hinduism
   1 Buddhism

   46 Sri Aurobindo
   19 Aleister Crowley
   13 The Mother
   8 Satprem
   7 Swami Vivekananda
   7 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   7 Carl Jung
   6 Jorge Luis Borges
   6 Aldous Huxley
   5 Swami Krishnananda
   5 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   4 Sri Ramakrishna
   3 Patanjali
   3 Friedrich Nietzsche
   2 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   2 Jorge Luis Borges
   2 H. P. Lovecraft

   43 Savitri
   21 The Life Divine
   12 Magick Without Tears
   11 The Mothers Agenda
   9 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   9 Liber ABA
   8 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   8 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   7 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   7 Collected Poems
   7 Aion
   7 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
   6 The Secret Doctrine
   6 The Perennial Philosophy
   5 The Study and Practice of Yoga
   5 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   5 Letters On Yoga I
   5 Essays Divine And Human
   4 Words Of Long Ago
   4 Talks
   4 Knowledge of the Higher Worlds
   3 Raja-Yoga
   3 Patanjali Yoga Sutras
   3 Kena and Other Upanishads
   2 Words Of The Mother II
   2 Twilight of the Idols
   2 The Problems of Philosophy
   2 The Mother With Letters On The Mother
   2 Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Hymns to the Mystic Fire
   2 General Principles of Kabbalah
   2 Essays On The Gita
   2 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
   2 Agenda Vol 1

00.01_-_The_Mother_on_Savitri, #Sweet Mother - Harmonies of Light, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  My child, yes, everything is there: mysticism, occultism, philosophy, the history of evolution, the history of man, of the gods, of creation, of Nature. How the universe was created, why, for what purpose, what destiny - all is there. You can find all the answers to all your questions there. Everything is explained, even the future of man and of the evolution, all that nobody yet knows. He has described it all in beautiful and clear words so that spiritual adventurers who wish to solve the mysteries of the world may understand it more easily. But this mystery is well hidden behind the words and lines and one must rise to the required level of true consciousness to discover it. All prophesies, all that is going to come is presented with the precise and wonderful clarity. Sri Aurobindo gives you here the key to find the Truth, to discover the Consciousness, to solve the problem of what the universe is. He has also indicated how to open the door of the Inconscience so that the light may penetrate there and transform it. He has shown the path, the way to liberate oneself from the ignorance and climb up to the superconscience; each stage, each plane of consciousness, how they can be scaled, how one can cross even the barrier of death and attain immortality. You will find the whole journey in detail, and as you go forward you can discover things altogether Unknown to man. That is Savitri and much more yet. It is a real experience - reading Savitri. All the secrets that man possessed, He has revealed, - as well as all that awaits him in the future; all this is found in the depth of Savitri. But one must have the knowledge to discover it all, the experience of the planes of consciousness, the experience of the Supermind, even the experience of the conquest of Death. He has noted all the stages, marked each step in order to advance integrally in the integral Yoga.
  All this is His own experience, and what is most surprising is that it is my own experience also. It is my sadhana which He has worked out. Each object, each event, each realisation, all the descriptions, even the colours are exactly what I saw and the words, phrases are also exactly what I heard. And all this before having read the book. I read Savitri many times afterwards, but earlier, when He was writing He used to read it to me. Every morning I used to hear Him read Savitri. During the night He would write and in the morning read it to me. And I observed something curious, that day after day the experiences He read out to me in the morning were those I had had the previous night, word by word. Yes, all the descriptions, the colours, the pictures I had seen, the words I had heard, all, all, I heard it all, put by Him into poetry, into miraculous poetry. Yes, they were exactly my experiences of the previous night which He read out to me the following morning. And it was not just one day by chance, but for days and days together. And every time I used to compare what He said with my previous experiences and they were always the same. I repeat, it was not that I had told Him my experiences and that He had noted them down afterwards, no, He knew already what I had seen. It is my experiences He has presented at length and they were His experiences also. It is, moreover, the picture of Our joint adventure into the Unknown or rather into the Supermind.
  These are experiences lived by Him, realities, supracosmic truths. He experienced all these as one experiences joy or sorrow, physically. He walked in the darkness of inconscience, even in the neighborhood of death, endured the sufferings of perdition, and emerged from the mud, the world-misery to breathe the sovereign plenitude and enter the supreme Ananda. He crossed all these realms, went through the consequences, suffered and endured physically what one cannot imagine. Nobody till today has suffered like Him. He accepted suffering to transform suffering into the joy of union with the Supreme. It is something unique and incomparable in the history of the world. It is something that has never happened before, He is the first to have traced the path in the Unknown, so that we may be able to walk with certitude towards the Supermind. He has made the work easy for us. Savitri is His whole Yoga of transformation, and this Yoga appears now for the first time in the earth-consciousness.

0.01_-_Introduction, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  She was uprooting a new Matter, free, free from the habit of inexorably being a man who repeats himself ad infinitum with a few improvements in the way of organ transplants or monetary exchanges. In fact, She was there to discover what would happen after materialism and after spiritualism, these prodigal twin brothers. Because Materialism is dying in the West for the same reason that Spiritualism is dying in the East: it is the hour of the new species. Man needs to awaken, not only from his demons but also from his gods. A new Matter, yes, like a new Spirit, yes, because we still know neither one nor the other. It is the hour when Science, like Spirituality, at the end of their roads, must discover what Matter TRULY is, for it is really there that a Spirit as yet Unknown to us is to be found. It is a time when all the 'isms' of the old species are dying: 'The age of
  Capitalism and business is drawing to its close. But the age of Communism too will pass ... 'It is the hour of a pure little cell THAT WILL HAVE TERRESTRIAL REPERCUSSIONS, infinitely more radical than all our political and scientific or spiritualistic panaceas.

0.04_-_1951-1954, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  I knew you would ask me this question because it is indeed the most interesting thing in the whole passage - so my answer is ready, along with my answer to another question. But first let me read you this one. You asked, 'What is this Personality and when will She come?' Here is my answer (Mother reads):
  'She has come, bringing with Her a splendor of power and love, an intensity of divine joy heretofore Unknown to the Earth. The physical atmosphere has been completely changed by her descent, permeated with new and marvelous possibilities.

01.01_-_The_Symbol_Dawn, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  As in a dark beginning of all things,
  A mute featureless semblance of the Unknown
  Repeating for ever the unconscious act,
  Iridescent with the glory of the Unseen,
  A message from the Unknown immortal Light
  Ablaze upon creation's quivering edge,
  Harbouring a foe whom with her heart she must feed,
  Unknown her act, Unknown the doom she faced,
  Unhelped she must foresee and dread and dare.

01.02_-_The_Issue, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    A colloquy of the original Gods
    Meeting upon the borders of the Unknown,
    Her soul's debate with embodied Nothingness

01.03_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Souls_Release, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Protagonist of the mysterious play
  In which the Unknown pursues himself through forms
  And limits his eternity by the hours
  Overpassed was this world of rigid limiting forms:
  Life's barriers opened into the Unknown.
  Abolished were conception's covenants
  Deceived no more by form he saw the soul.
  In beings it knew what lurked to them Unknown;
  It seized the idea in mind, the wish in the heart;
  Releasing things unseized by earthly sense:
  A world unseen, Unknown by outward mind
  Appeared in the silent spaces of the soul.
  Silent and listening in the silent heart
  For the coming of the new and the Unknown.
  He gazed across the empty stillnesses
  Out of a covert tract of slumber self
  The voice came of a truth submerged, Unknown
  That flows beneath the cosmic surfaces,
  To enter, swelled into a canticle
  Of all that suffers to be still Unknown
  And all that labours vainly to be born
  All now his bright clairaudience could receive;
  A contact thrilled of mighty Unknown things.
  Awakened to new unearthly closenesses,
  And saw the hours like dots upon a page.
  An aspect of the Unknown Reality
  Altered the meaning of the cosmic scene.
  In whose black pall the Eternal wraps his head
  That he may act Unknown in cosmic Time.
  A splendour of self-creation from the peaks,
  Its magic of a changing eternity.
  A glimpse was caught of things for ever Unknown:
  The letters stood out of the unmoving Word:
  Immense realities took on a shape:
  There looked out from the shadow of the Unknown
  The bodiless Namelessness that saw God born
  A glory and a rapture and a charm,
  The All-Blissful sat Unknown within the heart;
  Earth's pains were the ransom of its prisoned delight.
  His grasp surprised her mightiest energies' springs;
  He spoke with the Unknown Guardians of the worlds,
  Forms he descried our mortal eyes see not.

01.04_-_The_Secret_Knowledge, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  What now we see is a shadow of what must come.
  The earth's uplook to a remote Unknown
  Is a preface only of the epic climb
  A chance happening or a fortuitous fate.
  Out of the Unknown we move to the Unknown.
  Ever surround our brief existence here
  Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
  The laws of the Unknown create the known.
  The events that shape the appearance of our lives
  Of what we observe and touch and thought can guess
  And rarely dawns the light of the Unknown
  Waking in us the prophet and the seer.
  For without context reads the cosmic page:
  Its signs stare at us like an Unknown script,
  As if appeared screened by a foreign tongue
  God's bliss and oneness are our inborn right.
  A date is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown,
  An anniversary of the Birth sublime:
  Where all seems sure and, even when changed, the same,
  Even though the end is left for ever Unknown
  And ever unstable is life's shifting flow,
  And journeyings in a larger vision's arc
  And peoples Unknown and still unvisited shores.
  On a commissioned keel his merchant hull
  Severing the foam of a great land-locked sea
  To reach Unknown harbour lights in distant climes
  And open markets for life's opulent arts,
  At last he hears a chanting on the heights
  And the far speaks and the Unknown grows near:
  He crosses the boundaries of the unseen
  His goal is fixed outside all present maps.
  But none learns whither through the Unknown he sails
  Or what secret mission the great Mother gave.

01.05_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Spirits_Freedom_and_Greatness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    A thinking being in an unthinking world,
    An island in the sea of the Unknown,
    He is a smallness trying to be great,
    That thrilled and fainted with the epiphany:
    His nature shuddered in the Unknown's grasp.
    In a moment shorter than death, longer than Time,
    A long road of shimmering discoveries.
    The worlds of a marvellous Unknown were near,
    Behind her an ineffable Presence stood:
    Their lion-forces crouched beneath her feet;
    The future sleeps Unknown behind their doors.
    Abysms infernal gaped round the soul's steps
    Above her lightened high immensities;
    All the Unknown looked out from boundlessness:
    It lodged upon an edge of hourless Time,
    An answer brought to the torn earth's hungry need
    Rending the night that had concealed the Unknown,
    Giving to her her lost forgotten soul.
    A voyager upon uncharted routes
    Fronting the viewless danger of the Unknown,
    Adventuring across enormous realms,

02.01_-_The_World-Stair, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
      In a deep oneness of all things that are,
      The universe of the Unknown arose.
    A self-creation without end or pause
    It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign:
      A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown.
    So it towered up to heights intangible

02.02_-_The_Kingdom_of_Subtle_Matter, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And it shall be our crown in endless Time.
  A vast Unknown is round us and within;
  All things are wrapped in the dynamic One:

02.03_-_The_Glory_and_the_Fall_of_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A world of search and toil without repose.
  As one who meets the face of the Unknown,
  A questioner with none to give reply,

02.04_-_The_Kingdoms_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Thought was withheld and nothing now she knew,
  But all the Unknown was hers to feel and clasp.
  Obeying the push of unborn things towards birth
  Justifying the ambiguous providence
  That makes of night a path to Unknown dawns
  Or a dark clue to some diviner state.
  The world's values hung upon their little self.
  Isolated, cramped in the vast Unknown,
  To save their small lives from surrounding Death
  From the deep pool of its subliminal birth
  To reach some high existence still Unknown.
  There was no thinking self, aim there was none:
  Prohibiting the adventure of the Unseen
  And the soul's tread through Unknown infinities.
  A reflex reason, Nature-habit's glass
  There were no vast perspectives of the spirit,
  No swift invasions of Unknown delight,
  No golden distances of wide release.

02.05_-_The_Godheads_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Who work remote from Heaven's controlling eye,
  Plotted, Unknown to the creatures whom they move,
  The small conspiracies of this petty reign
  In which God sits impassive everywhere
  As if Unknown to himself and by us unseen
  In a miracle of inconscient secrecy,
  It did the works of God's intelligence
  Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown.
  Still consciousness was hidden in Nature's womb,
  To be what she was not inflamed her hope:
  She turned her dream towards some high Unknown;
  A breath was felt below of One supreme.
  A creature insignificant and small
  Visited, uplifted by an Unknown Power,
  Man laboured on his little patch of earth
  Watching the works of his own Ignorance,
  Unknown, unfelt the mighty Witness lives
  And nothing shows the Glory that is here.
  Channels perverse of a stupendous Will,
  Tools of the Unknown who use us as their tools,
  Invested with power in Nature's nether state,
  But who the dreamer is and whence he looks
  Is still Unknown or only a shadowy guess.
  Or the world is real but ourselves too small,
  Our spirits depart discarding a futile life
  Into the blank Unknown or with them take
  Death's passport into immortality.
  And dare not look into the dangerous depths
  Or to stare upward measuring the Unknown.
  There is a deeper seeing from within
  At last there wakes in us a witness Soul
  That looks at truths unseen and scans the Unknown;
  Then all assumes a new and marvellous face:
  The unfelt Self within who is the guide,
  The Unknown Self above who is the goal.
  All is not here a blinded Nature's task:

02.06_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And joy of the mind's hazard, the heart's choice,
  Grace of the Unknown and hands of sudden surprise
  And a touch of sure delight in unsure things:
  The journey from which no return is sure,
  The pilgrimage of Nature to the Unknown.
  As if in her ascent to her lost source
  The occult grew there overt, the obvious kept
  A covert turn and shouldered the Unknown;
  The unseen was felt and jostled visible shapes.
  The miracle of the Superconscient still,
  Unknown, self-wrapped, unfelt, unknowable,
  Looked down on them, origin of all they were.
  For as she drew away from earthly lines,
  A tenser drag was felt from the Unknown,
  A higher context of delivering thought
  A thousand baffling faces of the Truth
  Looked at him from her forms with Unknown eyes
  And wordless mouths unrecognisable,
  And subtle splendour of her draperies.
  In sudden scintillations of the Unknown,
  Inexpressive sounds became veridical,
  He thinks to read the Scripture Wonderful,
  Hieratic key to Unknown beatitudes.
  But the Word of Life is hidden in its script,
  Is dubbed the forward and eternal march
  Of progress on perfection's Unknown road.
  Each final scheme leads to a sequel plan.
  And bare his secret body of light and bliss."
  But now we strain to reach an Unknown goal:
  There is no end of seeking and of birth,

02.07_-_The_Descent_into_Night, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    And sent his gaze into the viewless Vast,
    The formidable Unknown Infinity,
    Asleep behind the endless coil of things,

02.08_-_The_World_of_Falsehood,_the_Mother_of_Evil_and_the_Sons_of_Darkness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And built the world not knowing what it built.
  There waiting its hour the future lay Unknown,
  There is the record of the vanished stars.

02.09_-_The_Paradise_of_the_Life-Gods, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  In passionate responses half-unveiled
  He reached the rim of ecstasies Unknown;
  A touch supreme surprised his hurrying heart,

02.10_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Little_Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Throning its theories as certitudes,
  It reasons from the half-known to the Unknown,
  Ever constructing its frail house of thought,
  Only it advances step by careful step
  And fears as if a deadly abyss the Unknown.
  A prudent treasurer of its ignorance,
  It saw in the dark and vaguely blinked in the light,
  Ignorance was its field, the Unknown its prize.
  Of all these Powers the greatest was the last.
  She multiplied her slow half-cuts at Truth:
  Impatient of enigma and the Unknown,
  Intolerant of the lawless and the unique,

02.11_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  All things are real that here are only dreams,
  In our Unknown depths sleeps their reserve of truth,
  On our unreached heights they reign and come to us
  And the unfathomed Joy of timelessness,
  The sound of Wisdom's murmur in the Unknown
  And the breath of an unseen Infinity.
  They formulate enigma's postulates
  And join the Unknown to the apparent worlds.
  Acolytes they wait upon the timeless Power,
  Was traced, its secrets hunted down, and read
  The Unknown pathology of the Unique.
  Assessed was the system of the probable,
  Their tangled motives worked out unity.
  A wisdom read their mind to themselves Unknown,
  Their anarchy rammed into a formula

02.12_-_The_Heavens_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Revealing at each step a luminous world.
  It left known summits for the Unknown peaks:
  Impassioned, it sought the lone unrealised Truth,
  The world is turned into a temple ground
  And all discloses the Unknown Beloved.
  In an outburst of heavenly joy and ease

02.13_-_In_the_Self_of_Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  For here was no firm clue and no sure road;
  High-climbing pathways ceased in the Unknown;
  An artist Sight constructed the Beyond

02.14_-_The_World-Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Away from the unsatisfied surface world
  It fled into the bosom of the Unknown,
  A well, a tunnel of the depths of God.
  By the outward mind unrecognisable,
  Assuming names Unknown in Unknown climes
  Imprints through Time upon the earth's worn page

03.02_-_The_Adoration_of_the_Divine_Mother, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Escape brings not the victory and the crown!
  Something thou cam'st to do from the Unknown,
  But nothing is finished and the world goes on
  She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
  The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
  A power of silence in the depths of God;

03.03_-_The_House_of_the_Spirit_and_the_New_Creation, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Driven through huge oceans by the breath of God,
  The fathomless below, the Unknown around,
  His soul abandoned the blind star-field, Space.
  Imagination's great ensorcelling rod
  Summoned the Unknown and gave to it a home,
  Outspread luxuriantly in golden air
  Amid the blank denials of the world.
  It sent its voiceless prayer to the Unknown;
  It listened for the footsteps of its hopes

03.04_-_The_Vision_and_the_Boon, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A voyager twixt Thought's inconstant shores,
  A hunter of Unknown and beautiful Powers,
  A nomad of the far mysterious Light,
  The world's life falters on not seeing its goal, -
  A zigzag towards Unknown dangerous ground
  Ever repeating its habitual walk,
  The goal recedes, a bourneless vastness calls
  Retreating into an immense Unknown;
  There is no end to the world's stupendous march,
  Perturbing him with glimpses half divine.
  He lays his hands sometimes on the Unknown;
  He communes sometimes with Eternity.
  Approaching eyes of a diviner man,
  Lips chanting an Unknown anthem of the soul,
  Feet echoing in the corridors of Time.

04.01_-_The_Birth_and_Childhood_of_the_Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Around a Light she must not dare to touch,
  Hastening towards a far-off Unknown goal
  Earth followed the endless journey of the Sun.
  Bridging the gulf between man's mind and God's;
  Its brightness linked our transience to the Unknown.
  A spirit of its celestial source aware

04.02_-_The_Growth_of_the_Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Saw the unseen and thought the unthinkable,
  Opened the enormous doors of the Unknown,
  Rent man's horizons into infinity.
  Some immemorial Soul in men and things,
  Seeker of the Unknown and the unborn
  Carrying a light from the Ineffable
  Growing towards some largeness they felt near,
  Testing the Unknown's bound with eager touch
  They still were prisoned by their human grain:
  She held their hands, she chose for them their paths:
  They were moved by her towards great Unknown things,
  Faith drew them and the joy to feel themselves hers;

04.03_-_The_Call_to_the_Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  He saw through the familiar cherished limbs
  The great and Unknown spirit born his child.
  An impromptu from the deeper sight within,
  For somewhere on the longing breast of earth,
  Thy Unknown lover waits for thee the Unknown.
  Thy soul has strength and needs no other guide
  She turned to vastnesses not yet her own;
  Allured her heart throbbed to Unknown sweetnesses;
  The secrets of an unseen world were close.

04.04_-_The_Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  But since unseen the tree that bore this fruit
  And we live in a present born from an Unknown past,
  They seem but parts of a mechanic Force

05.02_-_Satyavan, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Ringed in with voiceless hint and magic sign,
  Upon the margin of an Unknown world
  Reclined the curve of a sun-held recess;
  A swift and fated turning of her days
  Appeared and stretched to a gleam of Unknown worlds.
  An Unknown imperious force drew him to her.
  On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe
  Although as Unknown beings we seem to meet,
  Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,
  Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers
  Familiar splendours in an Unknown face
  And touched by the warning finger of swift love
  Although to sight Unknown, though life and mind
  Had altered to hold a new significance,

05.03_-_Satyavan_and_Savitri, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  "O thou who com'st to me out of Time's silences,
  Yet thy voice has wakened my heart to an Unknown bliss,
  Immortal or mortal only in thy frame,
  More I would tell than failing words can speak,
  Of all that thou hast meant to me, Unknown,
  All that the lightning-flash of love reveals
  A strange new world swims to me in thy gaze
  Approaching like a star from Unknown heavens;
  A cry of spheres comes with thee and a song

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  There hast thou paused, and marvelling borne eyes
  Unknown, or heard a voice that forced thy life
  To strain its rapture through thy listening soul?
  Thy mortal bosom quivered with god-speech
  And thy soul answered to a Word Unknown.
  Armed with a hidden force of ancient wrongs,
  Himself unknowing, and seized her Unknown.
  This is the worst, an Unknown face of Fate,
  A terror ominous, mute, felt more than seen
  To other scenes he moves and other players
  And laughs and weeps mid faces new, Unknown.

06.02_-_The_Way_of_Fate_and_the_Problem_of_Pain, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It strained towards some otherness of self,
  It was drawn to an Unknown Face peering through night.
  It longed for the adventure of Ignorance
  And the marvel and surprise of the Unknown
  And the endless possibility that lurked
  Infallibly the curves of life are drawn
  Following the stream of Time through the Unknown;
  They are led by a clue the calm immortals keep.
  Advancing beyond Nature's last known bounds,
  Reconnoitring the formidable Unknown,
  Beyond the landmarks of things visible,

07.01_-_The_Joy_of_Union;_the_Ordeal_of_the_Foreknowledge, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  That bear the body of his destiny
  And lead his blind will towards an Unknown goal.
  The ignorant smiling world go happily by
  Upon its way towards an Unknown doom
  And wondered at the careless lives of men.

07.02_-_The_Parable_of_the_Search_for_the_Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Unknown to himself he lives a hidden king
  Behind rich tapestries in great secret rooms;
  The daemons of the Unknown overshadow his mind
  Casting their dreams into live moulds of thought,

07.03_-_The_Entry_into_the_Inner_Countries, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And the mystique that made an unrealised world
  Wider than the known and closer than the Unknown
  In which hunt for ever the hounds of mind and life,
  As if around a high and voiceless isle
  A clamour of waters from far Unknown hills
  Swallowed its narrow banks in crowding waves
  A few bright forms emerged from Unknown depths
  And looked at her with calm immortal eyes.

07.04_-_The_Triple_Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Yet is he visited by intuitive light
  And inspiration comes from the Unknown;
  But only reason and sense he feels as sure,

07.05_-_The_Finding_of_the_Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  This blank felt more than all that Time has borne,
  This dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown.

07.06_-_Nirvana_and_the_Discovery_of_the_All-Negating_Absolute, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The trees' rustling voices told it to the winds,
  Flowers spoke in ardent hues an Unknown joy,
  The birds' carolling became a canticle,
  Only her soul remained, its emptied stage,
  Awaiting the Unknown eternal Will.
  Infinity's vision through thy gaze shall pierce;
  Thou shalt look into the eyes of the Unknown,
  Find the hid Truth in things seen null and false,
  Or pass as manufactures of the brain,
  Unknown their secret truth and hidden source.
  And distance deafened not to voices far;
  She felt the movements crossing Unknown minds;
  The past's events occurred before her eyes.

07.07_-_The_Discovery_of_the_Cosmic_Spirit_and_the_Cosmic_Consciousness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,
  Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, Unknown
  Guarded the body for its future work,
  Something Unknown, unreached, inscrutable
  Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light,
  In her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour.

09.02_-_The_Journey_in_Eternal_Night_and_the_Voice_of_the_Darkness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  His mind is a hunter upon tracks Unknown;
  Amusing Time with vain discovery,
  While round us strange horizons far recede,
  Travelling together the immense Unknown.
  Dread lest in skies where passion hoped to live,
  The Unknown's lightnings start and, terrified,
  Lone, sobbing, hunted by the hounds of heaven,

10.02_-_The_Gospel_of_Death_and_Vanity_of_the_Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  If heavens there are they are veiled in their own light,
  If a Truth eternal somewhere reigns Unknown,
  It burns in a tremendous void of God;

10.03_-_The_Debate_of_Love_and_Death, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Hidden behind the curtains of man's soul:
  He has seen the Unknown, looked on Truth's veilless face;
  A ray has touched him from the eternal sun;
  Yet every stumble is a needed pace
  On Unknown routes to an unknowable goal.
  Beyond the superconscient's blinding line
  And plucks away the screens of the Unknown;
  A spirit within looks into the Eternal's eyes.
  All being it explores for Unknown bliss,
  Sounds all experience for things new and strange.

10.04_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Earthly_Real, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  How shall the nameless Light not leap on men,
  And Unknown powers emerge from Nature's sleep?
  Even now hints of a luminous Truth like stars
  Their dangerous wisdom in their depths restrained,
  Lest man's frail days into the Unknown should sink
  Dragged like a ship by bound leviathan
  Vain the soul's hope if changeless Law is all:
  Ever to the new and the Unknown press on
  Its fiery edge of seeing absolute
  Cleaves into locked Unknown retreats of self,
  Rummages the sky-recesses of the brain,
  Out of the Unmanifest never to return
  Till the Unknown is known and seen by men.
  In the long blank moment's pause nothing could move:
  All waited on the Unknown inscrutable Will.

1.00a_-_Introduction, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  The reason for the relaxation of the rule was that it was thought better to help people along in the early stages of the work, even if there was no hope of their turning out first-class. But I should like you to realize that sooner or later, whether in this incarnation or another, it is put up to you to show perfect courage in face of the completely Unknown, and the power of rapid and irrevocable decision without without counting the cost.

1.00c_-_INTRODUCTION, #Patanjali Yoga Sutras, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  thoughtlessness of God? Certainly not. God does not think;
  He does not reason; why should He? Is anything Unknown to
  Him, that He should reason? The stone cannot reason; God

1.00_-_Gospel, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Sri Ramakrishna welcomed the visitor with great respect, described to her his experiences and visions, and told her of people's belief that these were symptoms of madness. She listened to him attentively and said: "My son, everyone in this world is mad. Some are mad for money, some for creature comforts, some for name and fame; and you are mad for God." She assured him that he was passing through the almost Unknown spiritual experience described in the scriptures as Mah-bhva, the most exalted rapture of divine love. She told him that this extreme exaltation had been described as manifesting itself through nineteen physical symptoms, including the shedding of tears, a tremor of the body, horripilation, perspiration, and a burning sensation. The Bhakti scriptures, she declared, had recorded only two instances of the experience, namely, those of Sri Rdh and Sri Chaitanya.

1.00_-_Gospel_Preface, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  And Swamiji added a post script to the letter: "Socratic dialogues are Plato all over you are entirely hidden. Moreover, the dramatic part is infinitely beautiful. Everybody likes it here or in the West." Indeed, in order to be Unknown, Mahendranath had used the pen-name M., under which the book has been appearing till now. But so great a book cannot remain obscure for long, nor can its author remain unrecognised by the large public in these modern times. M. and his book came to be widely known very soon and to meet the growing demand, a full-sized book, Vol. I of the Gospel, translated by the author himself, was published in 1907 by the Brahmavadin Office, Madras. A second edition of it, revised by the author, was brought out by the Ramakrishna Math, Madras in December 1911, and subsequently a second part, containing new chapters from the original Bengali, was published by the same Math in 1922. The full English translation of the Gospel by Swami Nikhilananda appeared first in 1942.

1.00_-_INTRODUCTION, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  for thou canst banish us from thy kingdom, whilst God cannot; for verily, all is His kingdom and there is nowhere to go outside Him."
  This Indian tale, which comes from Bengal, where Sri Aurobindo was born, was not Unknown to him who said that all is He gods,
  devils, men, the earth, not just heaven and whose entire experience leads to a divine rehabilitation of matter. For the last half century,
  not only our human but our superhuman and divine possibilities, and not only to believe in them but to discover them ourselves, step by step, to see for ourselves and to become vast, as vast as the earth we love and all the lands and all the seas we hold within us? For there is Sri Aurobindo the explorer, who was also a yogi; did he not say that Yoga is the art of conscious self-finding? 3 It is this exploration of consciousness that we would like to undertake with him. If we proceed calmly, patiently, and with sincerity, bravely facing the difficulties of the road and God knows it is rugged enough there is no reason that the window should not open at some point and let the sun shine on us forever. Actually, it is not one but several windows that open one after another, each time on a wider perspective, a new dimension of our own kingdom; and each time it means a change of consciousness as radical as going from sleep to the waking state. We are going to outline the main stages of these changes of consciousness,
  as Sri Aurobindo experienced them and described them to his disciples in his integral yoga, until they take us to the threshold of a new, still Unknown experience that may have the power to change life itself.
  For Sri Aurobindo is not only the explorer of consciousness, he is the builder of a new world. Indeed, what is the point of changing our consciousness if the world around us remains as it is? We would be like Hans Christian Andersen's emperor walking naked through the streets of his capital. Thus, after exploring the outermost frontiers of worlds that were not Unknown to ancient wisdom, Sri Aurobindo discovered yet another world, not found on any map, which he called the Supermind or Supramental, and which he sought to draw down upon Earth. He invites us to draw it down a little with him and to take part in the beautiful story, if we like beautiful stories. For the Supermind, Sri Aurobindo tells us, brings a dramatic change to the 3

1.00_-_Preface, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  I should here call attention to a tract, the author of which is Unknown, entitled The Thirty-two Paths of Wisdom, of which splendid translations have been made by W. Wynn Westcott, Arthur E. Waite, and Knut Stenring. In the course of time this appears to have become incorporated into, and affiliated with, the text of the Sepher Yetsirah, although several critics place it at a later date than the genuine Mishnahs of the Sepher Yetsirah. However, in giving the titles of the Paths from this tract, I have named throughout the source as the Sepher Yetsirah to avoid unnecessary confusion. It is to be hoped that no adverse criticism will arise on this point.

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