Man is precisely that term and symbol of a higher Existence descended into the material world in which it is possible for the lower to transfigure itself and put on the nature of the higher and the higher to reveal itself in the forms of the lower. To avoid the life which is given him for the realisation of that possibility, can never be either the indispensable condition or the whole and ultimate object of his supreme endeavour or of his most powerful means of self-fulfilment. It can only be a temporary necessity under certain conditions or a specialised extreme effort imposed on the individual so as to prepare a greater general possibility for the race. The true and full object and utility of Yoga can only be accomplished when the conscious Yoga in man becomes, like the subconscious Yoga in Nature, outwardly conterminous with life itself and we can once more, looking out both on the path and the achievement, say in a more perfect and luminous sense: "All life is Yoga.'' Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust, Pondicherry, India. posted by Kevin at 7:04 AM
Monday, June 19, 2006
SRI AUROBINDO PARICHAY GALLERY & SANSKRITI MUSEUM
A son-et-lumiere exposition on HIS life, with particular reference to the Indian Freedom Movement in the first decade of the 20th century. Authentic arms and ammunition have been replicated, the cell in Presidency Jail and Alipore Courtroom have been recreated in a rare historical account that promises to transport the viewer into an epoch of patriotism, valour and sacrifice for the Motherland. This is a must-see for all lovers of history and those who want to know more about the Indian freedom struggle and India's contribution to it. Time : 4 - 6 p.m.
After Sri Aurobindo's passing the Mother fully took up in earnest her promise to Sri Aurobindo to attempt the physical transformation. On 29 February 1956 ("Golden Day") she announced an experience in which she had a vast cosmic golden form and broke open the golden door that separated the Universe from the Divine, allowing the Supramental force to stream down to Earth in an uninterrupted flow (Agenda vol.1 p.69). [из wikipedia: The_Mother]
Monday, June 05, 2006
The Mother has once told that Sri Aurobindo was Leornado da Vinci and that she herself was Mona Lisa. In the picture- the Da Vinci code, there is a comment of how one half of Monalisa appears male and the other female. Shiva and Shakti. The Sacred feminine.
posted by sree 11:48 AM
posted by sree 11:48 AM
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Some self-proclaimed French idealist called “the Mother” and an Indian freedom fighting guru activist visionary called Aurobindo started Auroville with the goal of creating a self-supported biological health paradise and spiritual retreat. To be honest it was really pleasant and knowing that the foresty and luscious green area that Auroville is built upon was once nothing but red sand is quite impressive. We stayed at a guest house called Creativity—don’t know why they called it that—located close to a restaurant/cafeteria called Solar Kitchen—this I know because the kitchen and also all of Auroville is run only on solar energy. After taking a refreshing ‘get rid of that 29-hour traveling smell’ shower, we walked over to Solar Kitchen and got served some free non-spicy Indian food as a nice gesture to celebrate the day’s event. The food, company and climate were all great, and to top it of the moon was encircled by an astounding aura of clouds. It looked absolutely amazing and I swear I could have been perfect—had I had a glass of wine at the time.The next day we spent walking and melting around surreal Auroville in the 42-degree killer sun before catching some brown waves at the beach. A couple of wannabe guru locals told us there would be a rave/trance party somewhere in the remotes of Auroville that evening. After dinner, swimming and beer we decided to catch some midnight moonbeams and float over to party we heard about earlier. Walking for ages in almost pitch darkness we finally found the place the locals were boasting about, although instead of it being a trance jam, the party was something that I myself like interpret as a: psychedelic-yoga induced-spiritually weird-moon funk-dance party. It was generally a bunch of weirdoes letting loose and trying to dance to some phuked-up yoga beats whilst others transcended into a meditated vibe in front of a big bonfire. I like to think I am pretty open to all of this stuff but this was just too mind blowing yah and after trying to jump onto the psychedelic nirvana train myself I instead started to feel nauseated. The next morning I found myself in pain and completely sick from the night before, although it wasn’t so much the yoga trance jam that caused the illness but instead a mouth full of beer and sea water I swallowed whilst swimming the day before. posted by Donny van Luyn @ 10:37 PM