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   1 Sri Aurobindo

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   3 Elias Lönnrot

1:The sadhaka of the integral Yoga will make use of all these aids according to his nature; but it is necessary that he should shun their limitations and cast from himself that exclusive tendency of egoistic mind which cries, "My God, my Incarnation, my Prophet, my Guru," and opposes it to all other realisation in a sectarian or a fanatical spirit. All sectarianism, all fanaticism must be shunned; for it is inconsistent with the integrity of the divine realisation. On the contrary, the sadhaka of the integral Yoga will not be satisfied until he has included all other names and forms of Deity in his own conception, seen his own Ishta Devata in all others, unified all Avatars in the unity of Him who descends in the Avatar, welded the truth in all teachings into the harmony of the Eternal Wisdom. Nor should he forget the aim of these external aids which is to awaken his soul to the Divine within him. Nothing has been finally accomplished if that has not been accomplished. It is not sufficient to worship Krishna, Christ or Buddha without, if there is not the revealing and the formation of the Buddha, the Christ or Krishna in ourselves. And all other aids equally have no other purpose; each is a bridge between man's unconverted state and the revelation of the Divine within him. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga ,

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1:The eternal wisdom of God ... has shown itself forth in all things, but chiefly in the mind of man, and most of all in Jesus Christ. ~ Baruch Spinoza,

2:Justice is peculiarly indispensable to nations . The unjust State is doomed of God to calamity and ruin. This is the teaching of the Eternal Wisdom and of history . ~ Albert Pike,

3:Only when all images of Earth are hushed and the clamor of the senses be stilled, and the soul has passed beyond thought of self, can the eternal wisdom be revealed to the mystic who seeks that highest communion with the unseen. ~ Margaret Smith,

4:The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. ~ James Joyce,

5:We must learn to recognize nature's truths even though we don't understand them, for some of those truths may still be beyond the ability of the human mind to comprehend. What we need is a compound prescription of humility, imagination, devotion to the truth and, above all, confidence in the eternal wisdom of nature. ~ John E Sarno,

6:The little child who was to have done so much was born before the turf was planted on its father's grave. It was a boy; and I, my husband, and my guardian gave him his father's name. The help that my dear counted on did come to her, though it came, in the eternal wisdom, for another purpose. Though to bless and restore his mother, not his father, was the errand of this baby, its power was mighty to do it. When I saw the strength of the weak little hand and how its touch could heal my darling's heart and raised hope within her, I felt a new sense of the goodness and the tenderness of God. ~ Charles Dickens,

7:Finally we touch that Great Fact, which Goethe incorporated into his final words: the 'ever-womanly.' It is a sin against Goethe to say that here he means the female sex. He refers to that profundity signifying the human soul as related to the mystery of the world; that which deeply yearns as the eternal in man, the ever-womanly which draws the soul to the eternally immortal, the eternal wisdom, and which gives itself to the 'eternal masculine.' The ever-womanly draws us towards the ever-masculine. It has nothing to do with something feminine in the ordinary sense. Therefore can we truly seek this ever-womanly in man and woman: the ever-womanly which aspires to the union with the ever-manly in the cosmos, to become one with the Divine-Spiritual that inter-penetrates and permeates the world towards which Faust strives. This mystery of man of all ages pursued by Faust from the beginning, this secret to which Spiritual Science is to lead us in a modern sense, is expressed by Goethe paradigmatically and monumentally in those five words at the conclusion of the second part of Faust represented as a mystic Spirit Choir; that everything physical surrounding us in the sense world is Maya, illusion; a symbol only of the spiritual. But this spiritual we can perceive if we penetrate that which covers it like a veil. And in it we see attained what on earth was impossible of attainment. We see that, which for ordinary intellect is indescribable, transformed into action as soon as the human spirit unites with the spiritual world. 'The ineffable wrought in love.' And we see the significance of the moment when the soul becomes united with the eternal masculine of the cosmic world. That is the great secret expressed by Goethe in the words: 'All of mere transient date As symbol showeth; Here the inadequate To fullness groweth; Here the ineffable Wrought is in love; The ever-womanly Draws us above ... ~ Rudolf Steiner,

8: The Kalevala - Rune Xli WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS. Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, The eternal wisdom-singer, Laves his hands to snowy whiteness, Sits upon the rock of joyance, On the stone of song be settles, On the mount of silver clearness, On the summit, golden colored; Takes the harp by him created, In his hands the harp of fish-bone, With his knee the arch supporting, Takes the harp-strings in his fingers, Speaks these words to those assembled: 'Hither come, ye Northland people, Come and listen to my playing, To the harp's entrancing measures, To my songs of joy and gladness.' Then the singer of Wainola Took the harp of his creation, Quick adjusting, sweetly tuning, Deftly plied his skillful fingers To the strings that he had fashioned. Now was gladness rolled on gladness, And the harmony of pleasure Echoed from the hills and mountains: Added singing to his playing, Out of joy did joy come welling, Now resounded marvelous music, All of Northland stopped and listened. Every creature in the forest, All the beasts that haunt the woodlands, On their nimble feet came bounding, Came to listen to his playing, Came to hear his songs of joyance. Leaped the squirrels from the branches, Merrily from birch to aspen; Climbed the ermines on the fences, 186 O'er the plains the elk-deer bounded, And the lynxes purred with pleasure; Wolves awoke in far-off swamp-lands, Bounded o'er the marsh and heather, And the bear his den deserted, Left his lair within the pine-wood, Settled by a fence to listen, Leaned against the listening gate-posts, But the gate-posts yield beneath him; Now he climbs the fir-tree branches That he may enjoy and wonder, Climbs and listens to the music Of the harp of Wainamoinen. Tapiola's wisest senior, Metsola's most noble landlord, And of Tapio, the people, Young and aged, men and maidens, Flew like red-deer up the mountains There to listen to the playing, To the harp, of Wainamoinen. Tapiola's wisest mistress, Hostess of the glen and forest, Robed herself in blue and scarlet, Bound her limbs with silken ribbons, Sat upon the woodland summit, On the branches of a birch-tree, There to listen to the playing, To the high-born hero's harping, To the songs of Wainamoinen. All the birds that fly in mid-air Fell like snow-flakes from the heavens, Flew to hear the minstrel's playing, Hear the harp of Wainamoinen. Eagles in their lofty eyrie Heard the songs of the enchanter; Swift they left their unfledged young ones, Flew and perched around the minstrel. From the heights the hawks descended, From the, clouds down swooped the falcon, Ducks arose from inland waters, Swans came gliding from the marshes; Tiny finches, green and golden, 187 Flew in flocks that darkened sunlight, Came in myriads to listen ' Perched upon the head and shoulders Of the charming Wainamoinen, Sweetly singing to the playing Of the ancient bard and minstrel. And the daughters of the welkin, Nature's well-beloved daughters, Listened all in rapt attention; Some were seated on the rainbow, Some upon the crimson cloudlets, Some upon the dome of heaven. In their hands the Moon's fair daughters Held their weaving-combs of silver; In their hands the Sun's sweet maidens Grasped the handles of their distaffs, Weaving with their golden shuttles, Spinning from their silver spindles, On the red rims of the cloudlets, On the bow of many colors. As they hear the minstrel playing, Hear the harp of Wainamoinen, Quick they drop their combs of silver, Drop the spindles from their fingers, And the golden threads are broken, Broken are the threads of silver. All the fish in Suomi-waters Heard the songs of the magician, Came on flying fins to listen To the harp of Wainamoinen. Came the trout with graceful motions, Water-dogs with awkward movements, From the water-cliffs the salmon, From the sea-caves came the whiting, From the deeper caves the bill-fish; Came the pike from beds of sea-fern, Little fish with eyes of scarlet, Leaning on the reeds and rushes, With their heads above the surface; Came to bear the harp of joyance, Hear the songs of the enchanter. Ahto, king of all the waters, 188 Ancient king with beard of sea-grass, Raised his head above the billows, In a boat of water-lilies, Glided to the coast in silence, Listened to the wondrous singing, To the harp of Wainamoinen. These the words the sea-king uttered: 'Never have I heard such playing, Never heard such strains of music, Never since the sea was fashioned, As the songs of this enchanter, This sweet singer, Wainamoinen.' Satko's daughters from the blue-deep, Sisters of the wave-washed ledges, On the colored strands were sitting, Smoothing out their sea-green tresses With the combs of molten silver, With their silver-handled brushes, Brushes forged with golden bristles. When they hear the magic playing, Hear the harp of Wainamoinen, Fall their brushes on the billows, Fall their combs with silver handles To the bottom of the waters, Unadorned their heads remaining, And uncombed their sea-green tresses. Came the hostess of the waters, Ancient hostess robed in flowers, Rising from her deep sea-castle, Swimming to the shore in wonder, Listened to the minstrel's playing, To the harp of Wainamoinen. As the magic tones re-echoed, As the singer's song out-circled, Sank the hostess into slumber, On the rocks of many colors, On her watery couch of joyance, Deep the sleep that settled o'er her. Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, Played one day and then a second, Played the third from morn till even. There was neither man nor hero, 189 Neither ancient dame, nor maiden, Not in Metsola a daughter, Whom he did not touch to weeping; Wept the young, and wept the aged, Wept the mothers, wept the daughters Wept the warriors and heroes At the music of his playing, At the songs of the magician. Wainamoinen's tears came flowing, Welling from the master's eyelids, Pearly tear-drops coursing downward, Larger than the whortle-berries, Finer than the pearls of ocean, Smoother than the eggs of moor-hens, Brighter than the eyes of swallows. From his eves the tear-drops started, Flowed adown his furrowed visage, Falling from his beard in streamlets, Trickled on his heaving bosom, Streaming o'er his golden girdle, Coursing to his garment's border, Then beneath his shoes of ermine, Flowing on, and flowing ever, Part to earth for her possession, Part to water for her portion. As the tear-drops fall and mingle, Form they streamlets from the eyelids Of the minstrel, Wainamoinen, To the blue-mere's sandy margin, To the deeps of crystal waters, Lost among the reeds and rushes. Spake at last the ancient minstrel: 'Is there one in all this concourse, One in all this vast assembly That can gather up my tear-drops From the deep, pellucid waters?' Thus the younger heroes answered, Answered thus the bearded seniors: 'There is none in all this concourse, None in all this vast assembly, That can gather up thy tear-drops From the deep, pellucid waters.' 190 Spake again wise Wainamoinen: 'He that gathers up my tear-drops From the deeps of crystal waters Shall receive a beauteous plumage.' Came a raven, flying, croaking, And the minstrel thus addressed him: 'Bring, O raven, bring my tear-drops From the crystal lake's abysses; I will give thee beauteous plumage, Recompense for golden service.' But the raven failed his master. Came a duck upon the waters, And the hero thus addressed him: 'Bring O water-bird, my tear-drops; Often thou dost dive the deep-sea, Sink thy bill upon the bottom Of the waters thou dost travel; Dive again my tears to gather, I will give thee beauteous plumage, Recompense for golden service.' Thereupon the duck departed, Hither, thither, swam, and circled, Dived beneath the foam and billow, Gathered Wainamoinen's tear-drops From the blue-sea's pebbly bottom, From the deep, pellucid waters; Brought them to the great magician, Beautifully formed and colored, Glistening in the silver sunshine, Glimmering in the golden moonlight, Many-colored as the rainbow, Fitting ornaments for heroes, Jewels for the maids of beauty. This the origin of sea-pearls, And the blue-duck's beauteous plumage. ~ Elias Lönnrot,

9: The Kalevala - Rune Xlv BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES. Louhi, hostess of the Northland, Heard the word in Sariola, Heard the Dews with ears of envy, That Wainola lives and prospers, That Osmoinen's wealth increases, Through the ruins of the Sampo, Ruins of the lid in colors. Thereupon her wrath she kindled, Well considered, long reflected, How she might prepare destruction For the people of Wainola, For the tribes of Kalevala. With this prayer she turns to Ukko, Thus entreats the god of thunder: 'Ukko, thou who art in heaven, Help me slay Wainola's people With thine iron-hail of justice, With thine arrows tipped with lightning, Or from sickness let them perish, Let them die the death deserving; Let the men die in the forest, And the women in the hurdles!' The blind daughter of Tuoni, Old and wicked witch, Lowyatar, Worst of all the Death-land women, Ugliest of Mana's children, Source of all the host of evils, All the ills and plagues of Northland, Black in heart, and soul, and visage, Evil genius of Lappala, Made her couch along the wayside, On the fields of sin and sorrow; Turned her back upon the East-wind, To the source of stormy weather, To the chilling winds of morning. When the winds arose at evening, 234 Heavy-laden grew Lowyatar, Through the east-wind's impregnation, On the sand-plains, vast and barren. Long she bore her weight of trouble, Many morns she suffered anguish, Till at last she leaves the desert, Makes her couch within the forest, On a rock upon the mountain; Labors long to leave her burden By the mountain-springs and fountains, By the crystal waters flowing, By the sacred stream and whirlpool, By the cataract and fire-stream; But her burden does not lighten. Blind Lowyatar, old and ugly, Knew not where to look for succor, How to lose her weight of sorrow, Where to lay her evil children. Spake the Highest from the heavens, These, the words of mighty Ukko: 'Is a triangle in Swamp-field, Near the border of the ocean, In the never-pleasant Northland, In the dismal Sariola; Thither go and lay thy burden, In Pohyola leave thine offspring; There the Laplanders await thee, There will bid thy children welcome.' Thereupon the blind Lowyatar, Blackest daughter of Tuoni, Mana's old and ugly maiden, Hastened on her journey northward, To the chambers of Pohyola, To the ancient halls of Louhi, There to lay her heavy burdens, There to leave her evil offspring. Louhi, hostess of the Northland, Old and toothless witch of Pohya, Takes Lowyatar to her mansion; Silently she leads the stranger To the bath-rooms of her chamber, Pours the foaming beer of barley, 235 Lubricates the bolts and hinges, That their movements may be secret, Speaks these measures to Lowyatar: 'Faithful daughter of Creation, Thou most beautiful of women, First and last of ancient mothers, Hasten on thy feet to ocean, To the ocean's centre hasten, Take the sea-foam from the waters, Take the honey of the mermaids, And anoint thy sacred members, That thy labors may be lightened. 'Should all this be unavailing, Ukko, thou who art in heaven, Hasten hither, thou art needed, Come thou to thy child in trouble, Help the helpless and afflicted. Take thy golden-colored sceptre, Charm away opposing forces, Strike the pillars of the stronghold, Open all resisting portals, That the great and small may wander From their ancient hiding-places, Through the courts and halls of freedom.' Finally the blind Lowyatar, Wicked witch of Tuonela, Was delivered of her burden, Laid her offspring in the cradle, Underneath the golden covers. Thus at last were born nine children, In an evening of the summer, From Lowyatar, blind and ancient, Ugly daughter of Tuoni. Faithfully the virgin-mother Guards her children in affection, As an artist loves and nurses What his skillful hands have fashioned. Thus Lowyatar named her offspring, Colic, Pleurisy, and Fever, Ulcer, Plague, and dread Consumption, Gout, Sterility, and Cancer. And the worst of these nine children 236 Blind Lowyatar quickly banished, Drove away as an enchanter, To bewitch the lowland people, To engender strife and envy. Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, Banished all the other children To the fog-point in the ocean, To the island forest-covered; Banished all the fatal creatures, Gave these wicked sons of evil To the people of Wainola, To the youth of Kalevala, For the Kalew-tribe's destruction. Quick Wainola's maidens sicken, Young and aged, men and heroes, With the worst of all diseases, With diseases new and nameless; Sick and dying is Wainola. Thereupon old Wainamoinen, Wise and wonderful enchanter, Hastens to his people's rescue, Hastens to a war with Mana, To a conflict with Tuoni, To destroy the evil children Of the evil maid, Lowyatar. Wainamoinen heats the bath-rooms, Heats the blocks of healing-sandstone With the magic wood of Northland, Gathered by the sacred river; Water brings in covered buckets From the cataract and whirlpool; Brooms he brings enwrapped with ermine, Well the bath the healer cleanses, Softens well the brooms of birch-wood; Then a honey-heat be wakens, Fills the rooms with healing vapors, From the virtue of the pebbles Glowing in the heat of magic, Thus he speaks in supplication: 'Come, O Ukko, to my rescue, God of mercy, lend thy presence, Give these vapor-baths new virtues, 237 Grant to them the powers of healing, And restore my dying people; Drive away these fell diseases, Banish them to the unworthy, Let the holy sparks enkindle, Keep this heat in healing limits, That it may not harm thy children, May not injure the afflicted. When I pour the sacred waters On the heated blocks of sandstone, May the water turn to honey Laden with the balm of healing. Let the stream of magic virtues Ceaseless flow to all my children, From this bath enrolled in sea-moss, That the guiltless may not suffer, That my tribe-folk may not perish, Till the Master gives permission, Until Ukko sends his minions, Sends diseases of his choosing, To destroy my trusting people. Let the hostess of Pohyola, Wicked witch that sent these troubles, Suffer from a gnawing conscience, Suffer for her evil doings. Should the Master of Wainola Lose his magic skill and weaken, Should he prove of little service To deliver from misfortune, To deliver from these evils, Then may Ukko be our healer, Be our strength and wise Physician. 'Omnipresent God of mercy, Thou who livest in the heavens, Hasten hither, thou art needed, Hasten to thine ailing children, To observe their cruel tortures, To dispel these fell diseases, Drive destruction from our borders. Bring with thee thy mighty fire-sword, Bring to me thy blade of lightning, That I may subdue these evils, 238 That these monsters I may banish, Send these pains, and ills, and tortures, To the empire of Tuoni, To the kingdom of the east-winds, To the islands of the wicked, To the caverns of the demons, To the rocks within the mountains, To the hidden beds of iron, That the rocks may fall and sicken, And the beds of iron perish. Rocks and metals do not murmur At the hands of the invader. 'Torture-daughter of Tuoni, Sitting on the mount of anguish, At the junction of three rivers, Turning rocks of pain and torture, Turn away these fell diseases Through the virtues of the blue-stone; Lead them to the water-channels, Sink them in the deeps of ocean, Where the winds can never find them, Where the sunlight never enters. 'Should this prayer prove unavailing, O, Health-virgin, maid of beauty Come and heal my dying people, Still their agonies and anguish., Give them consciousness and comfort, Give them healthful rest and slumber; These diseases take and banish, Take them in thy copper vessel, To thy eaves within the mountains, To the summit of the Pain-rock, Hurl them to thy boiling caldrons. In the mountain is a touch-stone, Lucky-stone of ancient story, With a hole bored through the centre, Through this pour these pains and tortures, Wretched feelings, thoughts of evil, Human ailments, days unlucky, Tribulations, and misfortunes, That they may not rise at evening, May not see the light of morning.' 239 Ending thus, old Wainamoinen, The eternal, wise enchanter, Rubbed his sufferers with balsams, Rubbed the tissues, red and painful, With the balm of healing flowers, Balsams made of herbs enchanted, Sprinkled all with healing vapors, Spake these words in supplication. 'Ukko, thou who art in heaven, God of justice, and of mercy, Send us from the east a rain-cloud, Send a dark cloud from the North-west, From the north let fall a third one, Send us mingled rain and honey, Balsam from the great Physician, To remove this plague of Northland. What I know of healing measures, Only comes from my Creator; Lend me, therefore, of thy wisdom, That I may relieve my people, Save them from the fell destroyer, If my hands should fall in virtue, Let the hands of Ukko follow, God alone can save from trouble. Come to us with thine enchantment, Speak the magic words of healing, That my people may not perish; Give to all alleviation From their sicknesses and sorrows; In the morning, in the evening, Let their wasting ailments vanish; Drive the Death-child from Wainola, Nevermore to visit Northland, Never in the course of ages, Never while the moonlight glimmers O'er the lakes of Kalevala.' Wainamoinen, the enchanter, The eternal wisdom-singer, Thus expelled the nine diseases, Evil children or Lowyatar, Healed the tribes of Kalevala, Saved his people from destruction. 240 ~ Elias Lönnrot,

10: The Kalevala - Rune Xliv BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP. Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, Long reflecting, sang these measures: 'It is now the time befitting To awaken joy and gladness, Time for me to touch the harp-strings, Time to sing the songs primeval, In these spacious halls and mansions, In these homes of Kalevala; But, alas! my harp lies hidden, Sunk upon the deep-sea's bottom, To the salmon's hiding-places, To the dwellings of the whiting, To the people of Wellamo, Where the Northland-pike assemble. Nevermore will I regain it, Ahto never will return it, Joy and music gone forever! 'O thou blacksmith, Ilmarinen, Forge for me a rake of iron, Thickly set the teeth of copper, Many fathoms long the handle; Make a rake to search the waters, Search the broad-sea to the bottom, Rake the weeds and reeds together, Rake them to the curving sea-shore, That I may regain my treasure, May regain my harp of fish-bow From the whiting's place of resting, From the caverns of the salmon, From the castles of Wellamo.' Thereupon young Ilmarinen, The eternal metal-worker, Forges well a rake of iron, Teeth in length a hundred fathoms, And a thousand long the handle, Thickly sets the teeth of copper. 215 Straightway ancient Wainamoinen Takes the rake of magic metals, Travels but a little distance, To the cylinders of oak-wood, To the copper-banded rollers, Where be finds two ships awaiting, One was new, the other ancient. Wainamoinen, old and faithful, Thus addressed the new-made vessel: 'Go, thou boat of master-magic, Hasten to the willing waters, Speed away upon the blue-sea, And without the hand to move thee; Let my will impel thee seaward.' Quick the boat rolled to the billows On the cylinders of oak-wood, Quick descended to the waters, Willingly obeyed his master. Wainamoinen, the magician, Then began to rake the sea-beds, Raked up all the water-flowers, Bits of broken reeds and rushes, Deep-sea shells and colored pebbles, Did not find his harp of fish-bone, Lost forever to Wainola! Thereupon the ancient minstrel Left the waters, homeward hastened, Cap pulled clown upon his forehead, Sang this song with sorrow laden: 'Nevermore shall I awaken With my harp-strings, joy and gladness! Nevermore will Wainamoinen Charm the people of the Northland With the harp of his creation! Nevermore my songs will echo O'er the hills of Kalevala!' Thereupon the ancient singer Went lamenting through the forest, Wandered through the sighing pine-woods, Heard the wailing of a birch-tree, Heard a juniper complaining; Drawing nearer, waits and listens, 216 Thus the birch-tree he addresses: 'Wherefore, brother, art thou weeping, Merry birch enrobed in silver, Silver-leaved and silver-tasselled? Art thou shedding tears of sorrow, Since thou art not led to battle, Not enforced to war with wizards? Wisely does the birch make answer: 'This the language of the many, Others speak as thou, unjustly, That I only live in pleasure, That my silver leaves and tassels Only whisper my rejoicings; That I have no cares, no sorrows, That I have no hours unhappy, Knowing neither pain nor trouble. I am weeping for my smallness, Am lamenting for my weakness, Have no sympathy, no pity, Stand here motionless for ages, Stand alone in fen and forest, In these woodlands vast and joyless. Others hope for coming summers, For the beauties of the spring-time; I, alas! a helpless birch-tree, Dread the changing of the seasons, I must give my bark to, others, Lose my leaves and silken tassels. Men come the Suomi children, Peel my bark and drink my life-blood: Wicked shepherds in the summer, Come and steal my belt of silver, Of my bark make berry-baskets, Dishes make, and cups for drinking. Oftentimes the Northland maidens Cut my tender limbs for birch-brooms,' Bind my twigs and silver tassels Into brooms to sweep their cabins; Often have the Northland heroes Chopped me into chips for burning; Three times in the summer season, In the pleasant days of spring-time, 217 Foresters have ground their axes On my silver trunk and branches, Robbed me of my life for ages; This my spring-time joy and pleasure, This my happiness in summer, And my winter days no better! When I think of former troubles, Sorrow settles on my visage, And my face grows white with anguish; Often do the winds of winter And the hoar-frost bring me sadness, Blast my tender leaves and tassels, Bear my foliage to others, Rob me of my silver raiment, Leave me naked on the mountain, Lone, and helpless, and disheartened!' Spake the good, old Wainamoinen: 'Weep no longer, sacred birch-tree, Mourn no more, my friend and brother, Thou shalt have a better fortune; I will turn thy grief to joyance, Make thee laugh and sing with gladness.' Then the ancient Wainamoinen Made a harp from sacred birch-wood, Fashioned in the days of summer, Beautiful the harp of magic, By the master's hand created On the fog-point in the Big-Sea, On the island forest-covered, Fashioned from the birch the archings, And the frame-work from the aspen. These the words of the magician: 'All the archings are completed, And the frame is fitly finished; Whence the hooks and pins for tuning, That the harp may sing in concord?' Near the way-side grew an oak-tree, Skyward grew with equal branches, On each twig an acorn growing, Golden balls upon each acorn, On each ball a singing cuckoo. As each cuckoo's call resounded, 218 Five the notes of song that issued From the songster's throat of joyance; From each throat came liquid music, Gold and silver for the master, Flowing to the hills and hillocks, To the silvery vales and mountains; Thence he took the merry harp-pins, That the harp might play in concord. Spake again wise Wainamoinen: 'I the pins have well completed, Still the harp is yet unfinished; Now I need five strings for playing, Where shall I procure the harp-strings?' Then the ancient bard and minstrel Journeyed through the fen and forest. On a hillock sat a maiden, Sat a virgin of the valley; And the maiden was not weeping, Joyful was the sylvan daughter, Singing with the woodland songsters, That the eventide might hasten, In the hope that her beloved Would the sooner sit beside her. Wainamoinen, old and trusted, Hastened, tripping to the virgin, Asked her for her golden ringleta, These the words of the magician. 'Give me, maiden, of thy tresses, Give to me thy golden ringlets; I will weave them into harp-strings, To the joy of Wainamoinen, To the pleasure of his people.' Thereupon the forest-maiden Gave the singer of her tresses, Gave him of her golden ringlets, And of these he made the harp-strings. Sources of eternal pleasure To the people of Wainola. Thus the sacred harp is finished, And the minstrel, Wainamoinen, Sits upon the rock of joyance, Takes the harp within his fingers, 219 Turns the arch up, looking skyward; With his knee the arch supporting, Sets the strings in tuneful order, Runs his fingers o'er the harp-strings, And the notes of pleasure follow. Straightway ancient Wainamoinen, The eternal wisdom-singer, Plays upon his harp of birch-wood. Far away is heard the music, Wide the harp of joy re-echoes; Mountains dance and valleys listen, Flinty rocks are tom asunder, Stones are hurled upon the waters, Pebbles swim upon the Big-Sea, Pines and lindens laugh with pleasure, Alders skip about the heather, And the aspen sways in concord. All the daughters of Wainola Straightway leave their shining needles, Hasten forward like the current, Speed along like rapid rivers, That they may enjoy and wonder. Laugh the younger men and maidens, Happy-hearted are the matrons Flying swift to bear the playing, To enjoy the common pleasure, Hear the harp of Wainamoinen. Aged men and bearded seniors, Gray-haired mothers with their daughters Stop in wonderment and listen. Creeps the babe in full enjoyment As he hears the magic singing, Hears the harp of Wainamoinen. All of Northland stops in wonder, Speaks in unison these measures: 'Never have we heard such playing, Never heard such strains of music, Never since the earth was fashioned, As the songs of this magician, This sweet singer, Wainamoinen!' Far and wide the sweet tones echo, Ring throughout the seven hamlets, 220 O'er the seven islands echo; Every creature of the Northland Hastens forth to look and listen, Listen to the songs of gladness, To the harp of Wainamoinen. All the beasts that haunt the woodlands Fall upon their knees and wonder At the playing of the minstrel, At his miracles of concord. All the songsters of the forests Perch upon the trembling branches, Singing to the wondrous playing Of the harp of Wainamoinen. All the dwellers of the waters Leave their beds, and eaves, and grottoes, Swim against the shore and listen To the playing of the minstrel, To the harp of Wainamoinen. All the little things in nature, Rise from earth, and fall from ether, Come and listen to the music, To the notes of the enchanter, To the songs of the magician, To the harp of Wainamoinen. Plays the singer of the Northland, Plays in miracles of sweetness, Plays one day, and then a second, Plays the third from morn till even; Plays within the halls and cabins, In the dwellings of his people, Till the floors and ceilings echo, Till resound the roofs of pine-wood, Till the windows speak and tremble, Till the portals echo joyance, And the hearth-stones sing in pleasure. As he journeys through the forest, As he wanders through the woodlands, Pine and sorb-tree bid him welcome, Birch and willow bend obeisance, Beech and aspen bow submission; And the linden waves her branches To the measure of his playing, 221 To the notes of the magician. As the minstrel plays and wanders, Sings upon the mead and heather, Glen and hill his songs re-echo, Ferns and flowers laugh in pleasure, And the shrubs attune their voices To the music of the harp-strings, To the songs of Wainamoinen. ~ Elias Lönnrot,

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   1 Integral Yoga

1.01_-_The_Four_Aids, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga      30:On the contrary, the Sadhaka of the integral Yoga will not be satisfied until he has included all other names and forms of Deity in his own conception, seen his own Ishta Devata in all others, unified all Avatars in the unity of Him who descends in the Avatar, welded the truth in all teachings into the harmony of the Eternal Wisdom.

1.4_-_Readings_in_the_Taittiriya_Upanishad, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   know its conditions and possess it purely and perfectly is the   infinite privilege of the Eternal Wisdom.

2.02_-_The_Ishavasyopanishad_with_a_commentary_in_English, #Isha Upanishad, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   which the manifested Eternal set at work created the worlds; he   poured forth from himself as Prajna the Eternal Wisdom and   entered & encompassed each thing as he created it. But who is

3.01_-_Towards_the_Future, #On Education, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   SHE   Oh, I shall not be alone, for I shall go and join those through whom we have found the path, those who possess the Eternal Wisdom and who have, from a distance, guided our steps until now. Surely they will shelter me. (She turns towards the Clairvoyant and takes her by the hand.) Come, do not be upset.

Agenda_Vol_2, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   When Richard went to Japan, he sent his manuscripts to Sri Aurobindo, including The Wherefore of   the Worlds and the Eternal Wisdom, and Sri Aurobindo continued to translate them into English.   Frankly, it was a relief for Sri Aurobindo when we left; he even wrote to someone or other (but in a

BOOK_II._--_PART_II._THE_ARCHAIC_SYMBOLISM_OF_THE_WORLD-RELIGIONS, #The Secret Doctrine, #H P Blavatsky, #Theosophy   Humanity." The Vedas are, and will remain for ever, in the esotericism of the Vedanta and the   Upanishads, "the mirror of the Eternal Wisdom."   For over sixteen centuries the new masks, forced on the faces of the old gods, have screened them   --   universe," but fashioners (the "architects") of the worlds, and the progenitors of man. They are the   Fallen angels, metaphorically -- "the true mirrors of the Eternal Wisdom."   What is the absolute and complete truth as well as the esoteric meaning about this universal myth? The

the_Eternal_Wisdom, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   object:the Eternal Wisdom   class:book   --      the Eternal Wisdom      Life and Yoga View Similar Wisdom and the Religions   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th August 1914the Eternal WisdomThe Song of Wisdom   1914 Sat 15 August   --   The Song of Wisdom View Similar The Soul of a Plant   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th August 1914the Eternal WisdomWisdom and the Religions   1914 Sat 15 August   --   The Three Steps of Nature View Similar In the Beginning   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th September 1914the Eternal WisdomThe Sole Essence   1914 Tue 15 September   --   The Sole Essence View Similar Significance of the Name, "ARYA"   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th September 1914the Eternal WisdomIn the Beginning   1914 Tue 15 September   --   The Threefold Life View Similar The Divine Essence   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th October 1914the Eternal WisdomThe Unknowable Divine   1914 Thu 15 October   --   The Unknowable Divine View Similar The Divine Becoming   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 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15th December 1914the Eternal WisdomThe Gods   1914 Tue 15 December   --   The Gods View Similar Sanatan Dharma books of philosophy   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th December 1914the Eternal WisdomThe Divine Man   1914 Tue 15 December   --   The Four Aids View Similar The Quest Within   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th January 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Aspiration Towards Truth   1915 Fri 15 January   --   The Aspiration Towards Truth View Similar A Question from Europe on Difficulty   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th January 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Quest Within   1915 Fri 15 January   --   Self-Consecration View Similar The Paths of the Understanding   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th February 1915the Eternal WisdomKnow Thyself   1915 Mon 15 February   --   Know Thyself View Similar The Methods of Vedantic Knowledge   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th February 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Paths of the Understanding   1915 Mon 15 February   --   Self-Surrender in Works-The Gita View Similar The Purification of the Mind   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th March 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Spirit of Synthesis   1915 Mon 15 March   --   The Spirit of Synthesis View Similar All-Will and Free-Will   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th March 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Purification of the Mind   1915 Mon 15 March   --   Sacrifice and the Triune Path View Similar The Type of the Superman   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th April 1915the Eternal WisdomThe True Science   1915 Thu 15 April   --   The Triple Offering View Similar The Vaishnava Poetess   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th May 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Way of love   1915 Sat 15 May   --   The Standard of Conduct View Similar The Chain   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th June 1915the Eternal WisdomThe Example of the Sage   1915 Tue 15 June   --   The Supreme Will View Similar Intellectual Independence   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th July 1915the Eternal WisdomBy Thy Own Torch   1915 Thu 15 July   --   By Thy Own Torch View Similar The Supreme Vaishnava Saint and Poet   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 01 - 15th July 1915the Eternal WisdomIntellectual Independence   1915 Thu 15 July   --   Commentary - IV View Similar Foreword   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th August 1915the Eternal WisdomMoral Independence   1915 Sun 15 August   --   The Kena Upanishad - V View Similar The Doctrine of the Mystics   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th September 1915the Eternal WisdomTo Know the Impermanence of Things   1915 Wed 15 September   --   Chapter XI View Similar South Indian Bronzes   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th October 1915the Eternal WisdomTo Understand the Unreality of the Ego   1915 Fri 15 October   --   The Lost Sun And The Lost Cows View Similar Refuge   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th November 1915the Eternal WisdomTo Renounce the Illusion of the World   1915 Mon 15 November   --   The Fifth Hymn to Agni View Similar The Reincarnating Soul   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th December 1915the Eternal WisdomLook within Things   1915 Wed 15 December   --   The Seventh Hymn to Agni View Similar The Seven-Headed Thought, Swar and the Daagwas   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th January 1916the Eternal WisdomThe Mastery of the Mind   1916 Sat 15 January   --   The Ninth Hymn to Agni View Similar The Human Fathers   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th February 1916the Eternal WisdomConcentration   1916 Tue 15 February   --   The Eleventh Hymn to Agni View Similar The Victory of the Fathers   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th March 1916the Eternal WisdomContemplation   1916 Wed 15 March   --   The Fifteenth Hymn to Agni View Similar The Hound of Heaven   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th April 1916the Eternal WisdomSilence   1916 Sat 15 April   --   The Twentieth Hymn to Agni View Similar The Sons of Darkness   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th May 1916the Eternal WisdomTo Practise   1916 Mon 15 May   --   The Twenty-Fifth Hymn To Agni View Similar The Conquest Over the Dasyus   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th June 1916the Eternal WisdomThe True Cult (The Religion Of The Spirit)   1916 Thu 15 June   --   The Twenty-Eighth Hymn to Agni View Similar Summary of Conclusions   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 02 - 15th July 1916the Eternal WisdomThe Religion of Love   1916 Sat 15 July   --   The Psychology of Social Development - II View Similar The Guardians of the Light   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th September 1916the Eternal WisdomRespect for the Body   1916 Fri 15 September   --   The Teacher, the Disciple and the Doctrine - II View Similar Temperance in Speech   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th October 1916the Eternal WisdomTemperance   1916 Sun 15 October   --   The Teacher, the Disciple and the Doctrine - II View Similar Temperance in Speech   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th October 1916the Eternal WisdomTemperance   1916 Sun 15 October   --   The Psychology of Social Development - IV View Similar The Guardians of the Eight   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th November 1916the Eternal WisdomThe Law of Work   1916 Wed 15 November   --   The Psychology of Social Development - V View Similar The Guardians of the Light   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th December 1916the Eternal WisdomSincerity   1916 Fri 15 December   --   The Psychology of Social Development - VI View Similar Justice   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th January 1917the Eternal WisdomUprightness   1917 Mon 15 January   --   Uprightness View Similar The Ideal of Human Unity - XVII   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th January 1917the Eternal WisdomJustice   1917 Mon 15 January   --   The Psychology of Social Development - VII View Similar The Ideal of Human Unity - XVIII   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th February 1917the Eternal WisdomSerenity   1917 Thu 15 February   --   The Psychology of Social Development - VIII View Similar The Second Hymn to Mitra-Varuna   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th March 1917the Eternal WisdomEquality of soul   1917 Thu 15 March   --   Sankhya, Yoga and Vedanta View Similar The Psychology of Social Development - IX   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 03 - 15th April 1917the Eternal WisdomPatience   1917 Sun 15 April   --   The Soul and Its Liberation View Similar The Psychology of Social Development - 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15th October 1919the Eternal WisdomThe Perfect Union   1919 Wed 15 October   --   A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - X View Similar New Birth or Decadence?   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th November 1919the Eternal WisdomThe Perfect Peace   1919 Sat 15 November   --   A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XI View Similar The Ideal Spirit of Poetry   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th December 1919the Eternal WisdomThe Perfect Knowledge   1919 Mon 15 December   --   Soul-Force and the Fourfold Personality View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XIII   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th February 1920the Eternal WisdomDeath   1920 Sun 15 February   --   The Divine Shakti View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XIV   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th March 1920the Eternal WisdomImmortality   1920 Mon 15 March   --   The Supreme Secret - I View Similar The Action of the Divine Shakti   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th April 1920the Eternal WisdomThe Eternity of Beings   1920 Thu 15 April   --   Faith and Shakti View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XVI   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th May 1920the Eternal WisdomThou Art   1920 Sat 15 May   --   The Message of the Gita - I View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XVII   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th June 1920the Eternal WisdomThe Unity of Beings   1920 Tue 15 June   --   The Intuitive Mind View Similar A Rationalistic Critic on Indian Culture - XVII   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 06 - 15th July 1920the Eternal WisdomThe Fundamental Equality of Beings   1920 Thu 15 July   --   The Gradations of the Supermind View Similar Parasara's Hymns to the Lord of the Flame - VI   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th August 1920the Eternal WisdomThe Interdependence of Beings   1920 Sun 15 August   --   The Supramental Thought and Knowledge View Similar A Defence of Indian Culture - XIX   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th September 1920the Eternal WisdomThe Law of Love   1920 Wed 15 September   --   The Supramental Instruments-Thought-Process View Similar Charity   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th October 1920the Eternal WisdomHappiness Through Love   1920 Fri 15 October   --   Happiness Through Love View Similar Love all that Lives   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th October 1920the Eternal WisdomCharity   1920 Fri 15 October   --   Charity View Similar A Defence of Indian Culture - XX   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th October 1920the Eternal WisdomLove all that Lives   1920 Fri 15 October   --   The Supramental Sense View Similar To Do no Hurt   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th November and 15th December 1920the Eternal WisdomThou Shalt not Kill   Invalid date Invalid date NaN Invalid date   --   Thou Shalt not Kill View Similar No Hatred   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 15th November and 15th December 1920the Eternal WisdomTo Do no Hurt   Invalid date Invalid date NaN Invalid date   --   To Do no Hurt View Similar Nor Anger   Arya : A Philosophical ReviewVol. 07 - 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