On the margin of great immaterial planes,
In kingdoms of an untrammelled glory of force,
Where Mind is master of the life and form
And soul fulfils its thoughts by its own power,
She meditates upon mighty words and looks
On the unseen links that join the parted spheres.
Thence to the initiate who observes her laws
She brings the light of her mysterious realms:
Here where he stands, his feet on a prostrate world,
His mind no more cast into Matter’s mould,
Over their bounds in spurts of splendid strength
She carries their magician processes
And the formulas of their stupendous speech,
Till heaven and hell become purveyors to earth
And the universe the slave of mortal will..
Sri Aurobindo
Savitri, Book I, Canto V, pages 85 – 86.
“Lord, take possession of Your kingdom.” For certain things, I remember, when there are certain disorders, something going wrong (and with the perception of a consciousness that has become very sharp, you can see when that disorder is the natural origin of an illness, for example, or of something very serious), with the call, the concentration and the response … [the disorder is dissolved]. It’s almost a surrender, because it’s an uncalculating self-giving: the damaged spot opens to the Influence, not with an idea of getting cured, but like this (gesture of a flower opening out), simply like this, without condition – that is the most potent gesture.
The Mother
Conversation with a disciple, December 20, 1967.