There is a Divine Power far above the mind of man,

Each creature is driven by an in-built inviolable law. Each man is driven by his nature, his double nature. He is a thinking animal, halfway between heaven and earth. His life is a constant tug of war between reason and passion.The animal in man is yet too strong for angels eager to save him.  Mind cannot control, subdue or transform the animal.

There is a divine power far above the mind of man, There is a supreme Divinity sleeping in his mystic heart. Something marvelous, never known in the history of earth has happened. The barriers between mind and the Divine have been broken down by the incarnate dual powers of the One, Sri Aurobindo and the Mother Divine, Avatars of the Supermind. A supreme almighty Force is pouring down on earth from the transcendent sealed heavens above day and night.

Man does not decide the destiny of the earth or its evolution. In his blind arrogance he does not realise his nothingness,. He is only a momentary flicker of firefly, a stray spark. He will not become divine by his own effort at any time.

In the evolutionary march of life the great hour has come, wherever a fire of utter anguish and prayers burns high, The Mother Divine comes down in the soul in Her splendor and lifts the soul from the half-light of mind and reason,  into vast luminous tracts of the eternal supermind.

The Iron Age of darkness, hatred, violence has come to a close. A new Sun that never sets has risen in the inner sky of earth. The Mother's love will transmute the race, even the soil of this earth, all forms, faces and figures will radiate a heavenly glow.The calyx of the heart will be filled with the liquid gold of Her sweetness.  Life on earth will be a benediction for all.

Once you have seen Her face, you become Her adoring priest and slave.

Niranjan Guha Roy -1980

The Mocking Bird

Man is infatuated with his creative power, superb vision,
His inventive genius, his deep insight of how things should be.
He is all the while engaged in correcting God’s mistakes.
Critical and convinced of His incompetence,
He has dismissed Him as a stupid counselor,
A bad ill-trained Manager, unworthy of any trust or faith.
If there is a God, He is simply powerless, gone senile with age.
He has no control over his creation, the runaway satellite.
Men are busy in labs, factories, universities, in religion and politics,
On land, sea and air to make up for His inefficiency,
Repair His innumerable false moves, bad judgement.

God is an opium for the illiterate, a drug for the poor.
No right thinking man must pronounce His name,
This age-old superstition still kept alive in crumbling temples,
Out-dated convents and monasteries, holy places,
Will die a natural death in this luminous era
Of man’s conquest of land, sea and the outer space.
Even if there is a God, why should He be concerned at all
With this tiny dot, a flying short-lived spark, a speck of dust
In the measureless immensity of the Space around us.
The universe is like a self-winding watch, just moves on.
We must make the earth safe for our children and their children.
The problem of death is a murky question for the present,
We will prolong life with a pig’s heart, kidneys from the monkeys.

Someone is quietly chuckling : man is just Nature’s aborted attempt.
A new species, God-possessed children, a new race is growing.
They may be even some members of your family, a little queer,
Psychologically unbalanced, misfits, irreparable fools
Suffocating, imprisoned in a dark cell
Yearning for the auspicious sign of the final  deliverance,
The miracle shattering the walls around their souls,
And who dote on an invisible Friend illuminating their days,
On a new light, on a new world of divine harmony
Destroying all falsehood and fostering the divinity in men.

Niranjan Guha Roy 1997

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Opening to the Light

Welcoming the Mother


N-A Guha Roy

The Mother Bountiful

In our search for the Divine we set an ideal of all beauty, absolute felicity, all power and a total knowledge, all these usually combined in some known form of incarnation, or some divine Personality described in the spiritual Scriptures midst legends and traditions, Still, the Divine remains a mysterious personality, There are always some fears and doubts. We do not have really full confidence in his absolute goodness, love and wisdom. We are fearful of his all-mighty power. The Divine seems to be sometimes too great, too splendid, too high to be approached.  The past Incarnations do not help much for they are too far away, too much clothed in myths and legends to be fully credible.

To me, the Divine was really something nebulous, a mixed image of doubtful reality, a Person who always remained distant and awesome until I saw the Mother.  In Her, and through Her, I saw the face of the Eternal who is all-truth, all-goodness, all-beauty and felicity.  I saw the majestic nobility of the Divine. I understood why when He incarnates himself among the human beings, He is always a King, a Prince, a Queen, a Princess by the very aristocracy inherent in the divine soul. I understood why the Divine is called the Healer by watching and experiencing the Mother. How She healed in an instant, by a mere glance of that captivating felicity the wounds and pangs and the accumulated suffering of ages in a soul seeking her healing touch.  I know now why the Divine is called the light, the supreme light, the supreme understanding and wisdom.

I went to the Mother and laid before her my whole being full of , violence and darkness. Not a sin­gle syllable of  reproach, not even the slightest sign of distrust or dismay in her face. A radiant, all compassionate smiling sun took me in her in­timate embrace and all became pure, tranquil and grateful. We have only read in Scriptures, in fairy-tales that the Divine is all merciful and for­giving.  I had my doubts. How can He forgive me for my enormous obscure thoughts and actions in my consciousness, I who have crucified the Divine a thousand times in my blind violence during periods of utter inward rebellion? With the hell fire burning in my heart, I have approached the Mother. Nothing is hidden from Her,  She said to me " Play the violin, it will give you peace” 

Not the violin but her words of utter understanding, utter forgiveness, Her words of an unimaginable magnanimity gave me the felicitous taste of peace for which the souls aspire. I have understood now why the Divine is called the Bountiful, how He alone can bring to us all the wealth of nature and earth and the spiritual domains. The Mother has poured her nectar in my heart, transformed the poison that was in it and made it a running fountain from which her sweetness flows silently over the barren rocky, rich and fertile soils without preference, without choice, with its delight of existence and fulfillment. We have read in Scriptures that the Divine is seated in the mystic center of the heart in the solar plexus. There is hidden in that sanctuary the rose of God. Yes, it is true, her Presence and perfume, her sweetness and her light flow out from that center and inun­date the whole being in order to transform this insensitive mind into a divine substance. It is said in the Scriptures that the sleepless power, the Transcendent Divine, the Eternal, the Supreme Shakti, the Supreme Power, Para-Shakti, the one original Power is housed in the thousand-petal lotus at the crown of the head. Our Rishis and Seers are absolutely right, the Mother has broken the golden lid, that separates our life from the divine life, the intellect from the sun of truth: not by any human effort or tapasya could this ever have been achieved.

Now I know, She is the Eternal, the One and the Original Power, Adya-Shakti. She has revealed to me in Her and through Her the most sublime form of the Creator, that supreme light which She ever is. " She is, She was, and She will be " is a very ancient declaration but more true is her proclamation in Devi Parana " I alone exist in this universe, who else is there apart from Me" The Mother has revealed the true face of the Eternal. She alone is and there is no one else. This ceaseless mystic procession of myriads of names, faces and forms is her triumphal march through eternal time.

There is only one being, one will, one existence and one single rapture of movement. It is only through her grace, her infinite compassion that we have been permitted to see, feel and know the Divine as He is or as He has been experienced by the great Seers and Rishis throughout the ages. It is She who has made the Divine Presence real and concrete in our consciousness. It is She who has brought us out once for all from the chaos, disorder, agony and frustration, unre­lenting struggle and conflict within and without by revealing to us the true face of the Eternal. Having seen Her, we have seen and above all felt the Eternal, the Friend, the Guide, the Mother and we have entered into the constant vision and awareness of the Divine who forever is everything, everywhere.

Blessed be the sacred name of the Mother Divine, so humble, so simple, so magnificently divine and who is always now present and real to our consciousness. Without Her we have no reality, no existence.

Her name is truly written luminously on each petal of rose.

O Mother Divine Thy love and benediction for one and all forever and ever

Sri Aurobindo Ashram - Niranjan Guha Roy -1978