From Chaos to Synthesis: At the gateway of new Civilisation, Culture and Ideals of the Aquarian Age

 There unity is too close for search and clasp And love is a yearning of the One for the One, And beauty is a sweet difference of the Same And oneness is the soul of multitude. There all the truths unite in a single Truth, And all ideas rejoin Reality. There knowing herself by her own termless self, Wisdom supernal, wordless, absolute Sat uncompanioned in the eternal Calm, All-seeing, motionless, sovereign and alone. Here are a few lines of overmind poetry capturing the experience of synthesis as Ashwapati passes into the higher planes of consciousness (especially the intuitive and overmind planes of consciousness). He says: On these planes, unity is so close that there is no need for Ashwapati to go out to hunt for it or even grasp it. In the lower planes of the contemporary world, we are all struggling for human unity, and it is so rare that if we are fortunate enough to find it, it's worth embracing and holding very close to our hearts, never to lose it again. This is due to the

 All was revealed there none can here express; Vision and dream were fables spoken by truth Or symbols more veridical than fact, Or were truths enforced by supernatural seals. Immortal eyes approached and looked in his, And beings of many kingdoms neared and spoke: The ever-living whom we name as dead Could leave their glory beyond death and birth To utter the wisdom which exceeds all phrase: The kings of evil and the kings of good, Appellants at the reason’s judgment seat, Proclaimed the gospel of their opposites, And all believed themselves spokesmen of God: The gods of light and titans of the dark Battled for his soul as for a costly prize. In the hidden worlds on the inner subtle planes, everything that cannot be fully expressed in this outer material world was disclosed or made known as if the veil of matter had been lifted. Ashwapati saw incidents in his vision and dream indicating allegories and tales of truth, symbolically more genuine than the facts of the outer world. The sym

 For those who have not yet experienced it (the white of synthesis), the masters speak in symbols, analogies and parables. One of these is the analogy of the reversal of a prism. Hold it in a certain poistion and the light is white, but turn it and light is broken up and reveals the whole color spectrum. This according to the Mother is exactly what happens in the change of consciousness: 'You restore the white'. In our normal consciousness the pure, original light has been broken up, and we function on one or more wavelengths of green, purple, blue or yellow. When the reversal of consciousness occues, the white is restored. And this is precisley what the Matrimandir does: it restores the white. - To restore the White P. 69, Essays on Matrimandir, Ruud Lohman. Those lines are from a man who practiced the "Yoga of Synthesis" as he fully devoted himself to the physical labour and construction of the Matrimandir. We need to thank Gerard Jak and B from Auroville for introd

 The 'Inner Chamber of the Matrimandir Auroville' as seen by 'The Mother' in her inner visions and manifested at Auroville today is illustrated using a real concrete ashram of Vicente Beltran Anglada. First, we have to thank my friend Robert Badia, who introduced me to the precious teachings of Vicente Beltran Anglada. The apparent simplicity of many initiates and disciples deprives the overly intellectualised mind of this natural recognition. They are too humble and never boast about their inner association with ashrams. A few, such as 'B', even begged VBA not to mention his details in the writings since he is very well known socially and did not want any indication to identify him from near or far. The composition of a second-ray sub-ashram was disclosed: 1 B. Relatively young; he is an excellent writer North American 2 C. Catholic missionary, mentioned in the South American “Knowledge” magazine from March 1970. Because he died after the festival of Wesak 1971

 In the Witness’s occult rooms with mind-built walls On hidden interiors, lurking passages Opened the windows of the inner sight. He owned the house of undivided Time. Lifting the heavy curtain of the flesh He stood upon a threshold serpent-watched, And peered into gleaming endless corridors, Silent and listening in the silent heart For the coming of the new and the unknown. He gazed across the empty stillnesses And heard the footsteps of the undreamed Idea In the far avenues of the Beyond. He heard the secret Voice, the Word that knows, And saw the secret face that is our own. The inner planes uncovered their crystal doors; Strange powers and influences touched his life. From the mystic spaces where Ashwapati resided, he now took the role of a Witness. The mysterious rooms of Ashwapati's experiences as a witness were built by mind. The windows of inner sight opened and he could see the inner paths actively hiding from a normal sight. His inner eyes could see the past, present and

 He sat in secret chambers looking out Into the luminous countries of the unborn Where all things dreamed by the mind are seen and true And all that the life longs for is drawn close. He saw the Perfect in their starry homes Wearing the glory of a deathless form, Lain in the arms of the Eternal’s peace, Rapt in the heart-beats of God-ecstasy. He lived in the mystic space where thought is born And will is nursed by an ethereal Power And fed on the white milk of the Eternal’s strengths Till it grows into the likeness of a god. In these lines, Sri Aurobindo is penning Ashwapati's experience of his deeper sheaths (bodies) and visions as they appear in the secluded silent spaces of his soul. As Ashwapati sat in the secret chambers of the deeper cave of his soul, looking out with his subtle eyes, he saw dazzling lands of the future where all the perfection aspired by the mind was found. These lands dismissed as simply illusions by material-minded were true and real for the soul. All the