Book Two. The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
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Canto V
Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII
Canto IX
Canto X Canto XI Canto XII
Canto XIII Canto XIV
Canto XV
Book Two
The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Book Two: Canto XIII In the Self of Mind
This witness Silence is the real base of the Thinker and the origin of the Word. Here meet the seeing Self and the potent Energy and creation ensues. Aswapathy watches the world from this height and seems to grasp the meaning of its thoughts and forces. He feels that this Silence, this Peace is the ultimate. Suddenly a Ray of Light falls on the scene and shows to him that nothing is really known. The Truth, by knowing which all is known, is yet to be reached. It is above thought and sense. All Knowledge built by the mind appears unsound, unreal, all experience in life is converted into fixed mental forms that are more dead than alive. The entire mental edifice collapses. Man’s mind is like a house haunted by the dead past and petrified ideas. It is a force for the misuse of soul and life and the waste of higher gifts. It is a stage for the comedy of Ignorance. Struck by this Ray of Light, Reason loses confidence in its powers; its wisdom turns out to be a brilliant guess, its science fumbling on the surfaces of things. What has been done is little more than a plan, a figure of reality. The self of existence itself appears to be but a fragile leaf afloat on the ocean of Nothingness. The Mind is seen to hang as a veil between the soul and the Light. Even the witness Self looks to be a pale shadow of the Unknowable. Peace is there but not the potent, creative Power, the mighty Mother who gathers to her bosom the worlds of her making in the Bliss of God. A greater Spirit than the Self of Mind must be found if Aswapathy’s seeking soul is to be satisfied. Aswapathy looks above, but all is blank and still; he looks down below, all is dark and mute. In between is the great stir of life in the realms of Ignorance. The soul wanders between these two firmaments of darkness and light, the Inconscient and the Superconscient.
At last there came a
bare indifferent sky
An abrupt conclusion
ended eager hopes, Aswapathy arrives at a region where all is still. There is a complete Silence which, indeed, takes in all that happens in the cosmos but does not respond in any manner. The pressing question of the Goal, ever put by the soul, finds no answer; all the eager hopes are suddenly terminated. In the great stillness that prevails all ceases; no more are thought and word.
There paused the climbing hierarchy of worlds.
He stood on a wide
arc of summit Space Here pauses the stair of the order of the worlds that Aswapathy has climbed. He now stands on a wide summit, and finds himself alone with the immense Self of Mind. This Self is so vast that all life seems to occupy just a corner in it.
Omnipotent, immobile
and aloof, This Self of the mind is omnipotent, but it does not move; it stands aloof, not taking part in the movement of the world that has issued from itself. Neither victory nor defeat touch it; the cry of grief from the world reaches it but evokes no response. It is equal in its witness-gaze to good and evil. Even an approaching destruction fails to move it into action.
An equal Cause of
things, a lonely Seer This Self is the same Cause of all: overseer of all movements, Master of the multiplicity of forms, up-bearer of all thoughts and actions but not their doer. It is the witnessing Lord of the many acts of Nature, sanctioner of the movements of her Force.
His mind reflected this vast quietism.
This witness hush is
the Thinker’s secret base: Aswapathy’s mind is suffused with this vast Quiet. This regarding Silence is the real base of the Thinker in man; from here takes birth all his expression, all action, that moves into manifestation. Here, in the mystic birthplace of the soul, in this Silence, lies the seed sown by the Eternal Divine, enfolded in secrecy.
In God’s supreme
withdrawn and timeless hush The witness Self and the active Energy meet in the Eternal, supreme Silence that is aloof from all. Here the Silence is fully self-aware and Thought assumes forms. From this duality of the silent Self and dynamic Energy, all creation has issued.
In the still self he
lived and it in him; Aswapathy becomes one with this still self, he lives in it and it in him. He experiences its silent, attentive profounds, its vastness and its stillness in his own being. As he and the self become one, he gets enlarged, full of power and free.
As one who builds
his own imagined scenes Aswapathy looks on the world and watches arising from the stillness of his soul world-shaping thoughts brightly significant and world-moving forces in their rapidity and consuming power.
All now he seemed to
understand and know;
There he could stay,
the Self, the Silence won: It looks as though he has come to understand and know everything. No more is desire; no more is any willing; no more is the restless seeking thought, its objective having ceased. Nothing is sought nor Wanted. Aswapathy feels he has at last arrived, he has won the Self and the Silence, his soul has peace, it now knows the universe.
Then suddenly a
luminous finger fell Then, all of a sudden, a revealing touch is felt and Aswapathy realises that in spite of all that he has seen, touched, heard and felt, he has not really known anything. He has still to reach that Truth which is the source of all Knowledge, that which being known, all is known.
The sceptic Ray
disrupted all that seems
In a universe of
Nescience they have grown, This Truth-Ray breaks up all the seeming formations and strikes at the very roots of thought and sense which have slowly developed, in the world based upon Nescience, as instruments of experience and growth seeking the supreme Light of Truth-Knowledge. These faculties have severe constitutional limitations which bar them from venturing beyond a certain range, however much they may try.
A doubt corroded
even the means to think, A doubt starts eating into his very thinking faculty; the mind begins to distrust its own powers and functionings. All that it had taken as genuine and proved as fact; the inference that is established, the deduction that is obvious, the theory that is unshakable, the significance that is confirmed—all begin to lose their glow and appear counterfeit.
An Ignorance on an
uneasy throne What appeared to be knowledge reveals itself to be but an ignorance ruling uneasily, a temporary figure of knowledge clothed in words of doubtful import and flimsy thought-forms glittering in their inadequacy.
A labourer in the
dark dazzled by half-light, He sees that the mind in ignorance seeking to know is like a labourer in darkness who is dazzled by even a half-light. What it thinks it knows is only a fragmented reflection, like an image in a broken glass; the object that is seen is indeed real, but its actual registration in the mind is not it does not correspond to the fact.
All the ideas in its
vast repertory Ideas crowd in the arena of this mind and make a big bustle. But soon their noise dies away and leaves no trace, very much like the loud sounds of a passing cloud.
A frail house
hanging in uncertain air, He sees that the whole fabric constructed by this mind is frail, without a firm base; it is only an ingenious device to capture as much of life as possible. The thought-perceptions that are so caught become lifeless once they are caged in the fixed forms of the mind. Small aims loom large on the limited canvas of this mind. Even bright flashes of imagination fade away and beliefs cease to be living as they get entangled in mental cobwebs of creeds and dogmas.
The magic hut of
built-up certitudes The whole edifice of seeming certitudes built up by this mind out of attractive material, enshrining not the Reality but some distant image of it, collapses before the eyes of Aswapathy. Constructed on the base of Nescience it sinks back into it.
Only a gleam was
there of symbol facts What remains before Aswapathy is only a gleam of facts symbolic in character, covering up the secret truth in their vague lustre. There are also falsehoods which derive their existence from hidden realities; in fact they are perversions of truths and they last till they are exposed and shed in the march of Time.
Our mind is a house
haunted by the slain past, Man’s mind is pursued by memories, impressions and habits of the dead past. Past ideas continue in lifeless forms, old truths cast their ghost-like shadows, natural and spontaneous movements are reduced to a system and cabined into formulas devised by reason. The mind is the scene of great opportunities dying unutilised. It directs the general misuse of the powers and possibilities of soul and life by forcing them to subserve its own notions, presides over the colossal waste of the gifts of the spirit and the bequests of Mother-Nature. The mind is a veritable stage on which the comedy of life in Ignorance is enacted.
The world seemed a
long aeonic failure’s scene:
Assailed by the edge
of the convicting beam Aswapathy watches all becoming sterile, nothing remaining secure; the world seems to be the scene of a sorry failure of an adverse aeonic labour. As the Ray of Light strikes, Reason the artisan of the mind loses confidence in its familiar trick-technique of imprisoning the soul in a mere phrase, a verbal form of thought, and thus preventing the realisation of the truth in life.
Its highest wisdom
was a brilliant guess, The highest wisdom arrived at by Reason turns out to be only a guess, however brilliant; its laboured systems of the science of the worlds no more than a brief wavering light on the surface level of the being.
There was nothing
there but a schema drawn by sense, All that passes for knowledge is seen to be merely a scheme etched out by the sense, a poor substitute for the truth that continues to be a mystery, a hastily drawn figure doing duty for the reality, a formulation of mere words floating on appearances.
Existence’ self
was shadowed by a doubt Almost it seemed a lotus-leaf afloat The very self, crux of existence looks doubtful. It seems as if it were a precariously floating lotus-leaf on the bare waters of a vast Nothing.
This great spectator
and creator Mind The Mind that creates and witnesses is seen to be little more than a half-blind agent. It acts as a veil between the evolving soul and the Supreme Light above. It is like a mere image representing poorly the real living form of God.
Even the still
spirit that looks upon its works The spirit that is un-involved and looks upon its works ceases to be the self-aware and all-aware reality that it has always been and appears to be something pale and unknowable. The Self that is wide and witnesses all loses its evident reality and seems to be a shadow; its state of freedom and immutable calm—which is really the self-regard of the Eternal Spirit—appears to be nothing more than an empty recoil from manifestation in Time.
Deep peace was
there, but not the nameless Force: There is profound peace but the great vibrant Force that dominates is not there. The mighty and sweet Mother of All is not there, the Creatrix who gathers to her bosom the innumerable lives of her children, who holds in her arms the whole world in the deep rapture of the Infinite Being. She is not there from whose unlimited heart of Love flows the Bliss and the divine ecstasy that underlies all creation.
A greater Spirit
than the Self of Mind
For here was no firm
clue and no sure road; It is clear that this Self of Mind at which Aswapathy has arrived cannot satisfy his soul. The questionings of his soul can be answered only by a still greater Spirit. The mind can offer no definite clue to the mystery, show no certain road; its climbing pathways lose themselves in the unknown. The eye catches only some bewildering lines and hues of the Beyond, only some fragmented experiences of the Reality that cannot be divided.
He looked above, but
all was blank and still; He looked below, but all was dark and mute. Aswapathy looks above, all is blank, still. The skies of abstract thought fade off into a formless emptiness. He looks down. Below, all is dark, mute. Either way, it is a mystery.
A noise was heard,
between, of thought and prayer,
A rumour and a
movement and a call, In between there is a stir, a noisy movement of thought, and an ignorant seeking, a strife and labour, a varied call and cry from the expanse of Life within the boundaries of mortal Ignorance.
On its unstable and
enormous breast On the bosom of this immense, surging sea of Life there is a continuous strife among beings, forces, forms, ideas for formation and supremacy. They rise and fall and rise again to battle and win.
And at the bottom of
the sleepless stir, And at the base of all this stir is a Nothingness, a great Death that consumes as it creates, an inexplicable Void, upbearing the whole meaningless movement, keeping out the saving Word of Power from above. It is inert, unresponsive, the dumb denial of the obscure Inconscient.
Two firmaments of
darkness and of light Thus does the spirit in evolution march as between the two great horizons—one of light above and the other of darkness below. Sectioned off from the infinity of the Self, this movement goes on in a world of beings and passing circumstances where if death passes into life, life inevitably leads to death.
Immortal by renewed
mortality, To be was a prison, extinction the escape. Even though through this process of constant life and death, the embodied spirit, the soul, moves in the upward circles of its activity or turns round and round in the cycles of its thought, yet with all this movement it appears to be where it was in the beginning, the same self as then. To live seems to be an imprisonment and annihilation the only way out.
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