Yoga of Synthesis: At the gateway of new Civilisation, Culture and Ideals of the Aquarian Age

 Today while contemplating on the painting Mother of the world, I had an intuitive revelation which I am sharing for the love of truth - Nicholas Roerich enters in his diary on January 27th 1926: "And again a page from the true East apostrophizes the Mother of the World: “Thou, Who hast covered Thy Face! Thou, Who hast woven the texture of the far-off worlds, Messenger of the Untold! Ruler of the Elusive! Bestower of the Unrepeatable!" “By Thy command the ocean becomes silent and the whirlwinds trace the outlines of invisible signs. . . And She who covered her face will stand on guard alone in the glory of the signs. And none will ascend to the summit, none will perceive the glory of the twelve-signed symbol of her power. From the spirals of light she herself has woven the sign in silence. She is the Leader of those who go toward attainment. Four corners, the sign of affirmation, are manifested by her as a benediction to those who have made their decision. . . . Then he paint...

Travelling  from the kingdoms and godheads of the little life to the Kingdoms and godheads of the greater life.  Adventuring once more in the natal mist Across the dangerous haze, the pregnant stir, He through the astral chaos shore a way Mid the grey faces of its demon gods, The watching opacity multiplied as he moved Its hostile mass of dead and staring eyes; The darkness glimmered like a dying torch. Around him an extinguished phantom glare Peopled with shadowy and misleading shapes The vague Inconscient’s dark and measureless cave. His only sunlight was his spirit’s flame. Now in the last section before he moves on to a greater life, Aswapati is once again for the last time experiencing the fog and the dangerous haze of vital dark emotions that are stirring. Sri Aurobindo says as Aswapati cut a way through the astral chaos that moves the little life, the grey faces of demons and the ambiguous dead staring eyes multiplied. The darkness flickered like a dying torch, like an ...

  Almost 100 years ago, On 17th January, in the Jubilee year (1925) of the Theosophical Society, Nicholas Roerich came to Adyar.  A great Russian following, fifty years after, in the footsteps of a greater Russian, whom he also worshipped as a fearless apostle, a messenger from the Inner World of Light, known to us as H. P. Blavatsky.  Roerich left the Old World to take his message to the New and from America continued his pilgrimage—Eastward—to the goal of his dreams and the shrine of his hopes. India! what has that name meant for him! By his work you will know. In his hands he bears a gift and a torch. The gift is a painting in tempera, “The Messenger,” the work of his own hands, the creation of his own genius, the testimony of his faith, the witness of his love, the earnest of his dedication to the Great Cause and its Greatest Servants. The Torch is the torch of Beauty.   Roerich, in one beautiful and dignified sentence made his presentation:  “In this H...

 Last year we had discovered the mathematical expression of Synthesis while contemplating and meditating on the philosophy and psychology of Synthesis as taught by some advanced mystics and occultists (the messengers of the hierarchy or the disciples in the inner ashrams of masters). So we explicitly summarise that discovery in the attached image for application in future posts and humbly remind ourselves the words of our beloved teacher Djwal Khul ! Being geometric it fits in the definition of an occult symbol - "The forms built by the man of an occult trend of thought, and who is more dominated by mind, will be of a geometrical type. The outlines will be clear, and will be apt to be rigid. The form will be more painstakingly built and the man, during meditation, will proceed with greater care and accuracy. He will (if I may so express it) take a pride in the manipulation of the material that goes to the building of the form. Matter of the mental plane will be more apparent and—t...

 Always the power poured back like sudden rain, Or slowly in his breast a presence grew; It clambered back to some remembered height Or soared above the peak from which it fell. Each time he rose there was a larger poise, A dwelling on a higher spirit plane; The Light remained in him a longer space. In this oscillation between earth and heaven, In this ineffable communion’s climb There grew in him as grows a waxing moon The glory of the integer of his soul. A union of the Real with the unique, A gaze of the Alone from every face, The presence of the Eternal in the hours Widening the mortal mind’s half-look on things, Bridging the gap between man’s force and Fate Made whole the fragment-being we are here. Ashwapati’s falls do not last and the power of Lord or that supreme Diplomat, keeps returning back like a sudden shower. It gradually grows into a Divine presence in Ashwapati’s heart. Ashwapati’s consciousness then climbs back to a height that it remembers having reached earlier. ...

I have been trying to bring some order to my haphazard way of writing posts. Although this could not be avoided over the past few years (due to the surge of new energy), I intuit that now might be the right time. This blog is about my personal crisis and a minor initiation (in the language of theosophy) that I underwent to be able to find a solution to all that I had been seeking: the yoga of synthesis, which is the yoga of a new age and a new race being evolved. Before going any further, we will take a brief look at the synopsis of Savitri and its synthesis with theosophy.

 Only awhile at first these heavenlier states, These large wide-poised upliftings could endure. The high and luminous tension breaks too soon, The body’s stone stillness and the life’s hushed trance, The breathless might and calm of silent mind; Or slowly they fail as sets a golden day. The restless nether members tire of peace; A nostalgia of old little works and joys, A need to call back small familiar selves, To tread the accustomed and inferior way, The need to rest in a natural pose of fall, As a child who learns to walk can walk not long, Replace the titan will for ever to climb, On the heart’s altar dim the sacred fire. An old pull of subconscious cords renews; It draws the unwilling spirit from the heights, Or a dull gravitation drags us down To the blind driven inertia of our base. This too the supreme Diplomat can use, He makes our fall a means for greater rise. Ashwapati's heavenly uplifted states on the higher planes of consciousness could not persist in the beginning. ...

 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...

 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. 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 his square in the Ashrama was automatically occupied by Di...a South American disciple who since For many years she had...

 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 ...

For him mind’s limiting firmament ceased above. In the griffin forefront of the Night and Day A gap was rent in the all-concealing vault; The conscious ends of being went rolling back: The landmarks of the little person fell, The island ego joined its continent. Overpassed was this world of rigid limiting forms: Life’s barriers opened into the Unknown. In earlier lines we read Aswapati being transformed into a Seer, by the Divine 'Presence' at work. In next lines here Sri Aurobindo is describing few qualities of Aswapati as a Seer. He says: Aswapati overcame the limiting states of a conventional mind. He was no longer stuck in those limited and fixed states from which a conventional man is unable to go beyond. 'Griffin' is a dual combination of lion and eagle who are symbolic of the powers on the land and sky. A griffin is at the forefront of duality of Night and Day, and with his powers dragging a conventional man through those powers of duality of a material word. How...

 A Presence wrought behind the ambiguous screen: It beat his soil to bear a Titan’s weight, Refining half-hewn blocks of natural strength It built his soul into a statued god. The Craftsman of the magic stuff of self Who labours at his high and difficult plan In the wide workshop of the wonderful world, Modelled in inward Time his rhythmic parts. Then came the abrupt transcendent miracle: The masked immaculate Grandeur could outline, At travail in the occult womb of life, His dreamed magnificence of things to be. A crown of the architecture of the worlds, A mystery of married Earth and Heaven Annexed divinity to the mortal scheme. A Seer was born, a shining Guest of Time. A Divine 'Presence' that dwells within the entire manifestation and 'In which we live, move and have our being' was at work behind the ambiguous screen of material world. It was laboring behind the screen on Aswapati. It battered the soil of his physical self to make it strong and bear a gigantic super...

 After an introduction in the first two cantos, the entire Part One of the Epic, including remaining three cantos of the first book and books two and three are on King Ashwapati. A WORLD’S desire compelled her mortal birth. One in the front of the immemorial quest, Protagonist of the mysterious play In which the Unknown pursues himself through forms And limits his eternity by the hours And the blind Void struggles to live and see, A thinker and toiler in the ideal’s air, Brought down to earth’s dumb need her radiant power. Savitri is an emanation of "The Divine Mother". She has been forced to take a birth in a human body due to the Tapasya, intense spiritual endeavour of King Aswapati. Aswapati is a single individual who embodies in himself the entire World's blind desire. He is a leader of the age-old quest of self-realization and divine fulfilment. As the leader moves forward so do all the rest of humanity following him. He is in-fact the main character in the mysteriou...

 The great World-Mother now in her arose: A living choice reversed fate’s cold dead turn, Affirmed the spirit’s tread on Circumstance, Pressed back the senseless dire revolving Wheel And stopped the mute march of Necessity. A flaming warrior from the eternal peaks Empowered to force the door denied and closed Smote from Death’s visage its dumb absolute And burst the bounds of consciousness and Time. In earlier lines we read that Savitri held a lever that moves 'the veiled Ineffable's timeless will'. Now, a giant power of the Divine-Mother arose in her. A 'living choice' of Savitri was never to accept the destined fate of Satyavan: to die. She affirmed her choice: 'Satyavan must live'. She overthrew the 'cold dead turn' of fate. Her spirit crushed the Circumstance underneath it's feet. It halted the senseless dire revolving Wheel of Samsara going round and round without truly moving forward. And ended the mute march of Necessity. A fighter on fire...