I Have A Hundred Lives

I have a hundred lives before me yet

To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,

Be sure I will with heart insatiate

Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.

Thou yet shalt turn back on the eternal way

And with awakened vision watch me come

Smiling a little at errors past and lay

Thy eager hand in mine, its proper home.

Meanwhile made happy by thy happiness

I shall approach thee in things and people dear,

And in thy spirit's motions half-possess,

Loving what thou hast loved, shall feel thee near,

Until I lay my hands on thee indeed

Somewhere among the stars, as 'twas decreed.

(Sri Aurobindo)

A great seeker has left us

Recently has left his body a great seeker.

His writings had the fragance of the divine love and a deep knowledge of the works of Sri Aurobindo and Mother.
I have no doubt that the Master will guide his steps towards the light and their devotion will allow him to see the face of God.

Dear Debabrata, I'm sure that your consciousness will guide you trough green pastures of the hand of Sri Aurobindo and Mother.

I will always remember you.

"Death's grip can break our bodies, not our souls;
If death take him, I too know how to die.
Let Fate do with me what she will or can;
I am stronger than death and greater than my fate;
My love shall outlast the world, doom falls from me
Helpless against my immortality"

(Sri Aurobindo. Savitri Book VI: The Book of Fate Canto I)


Peace.

The Ariadne thread

Physics has always looked at the matter (or energy) as the source of everything that surrounds us. But when it confronted with the origin of the cosmos, the first moments of creation, begins to assume a range of issues beyond itself.

Indeed, even the modern cosmological theories face the abyss of the original zero. Physics tells us that space and time are products of that first explosion, says us that even non-physical dimensions of existence have been created from that mathematical zero. And when we ask about the origin of that zero simply warns us that the question is meaningless.

But the question strikes our mind and strives to make itself heard.

Our intuition and the knowledge of those people who have seen beyond the phisical senses tell us the opposite: matter and energy are the effect (not cause) of other dimensions that existed before them.

Sri Aurobindo said us that consciousness is the Ariadne thread that runs through these dimensions and that allows their existence. He talked us about Sat-Chit-Ananda...

Yes, consciousness is the beginning and the first motor.

Consciousness, that's to say, God Himself.

In the beginning

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

(Saint John, 1, 1-4)


And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire.

( Book of Revelation 20, 14)


Death's grip can break our bodies, not our souls;
If death take him, I too know how to die.
Let Fate do with me what she will or can;
I am stronger than death and greater than my fate;
My love shall outlast the world, doom falls from me
Helpless against my immortality.

( Sri Aurobindo. Savitri Book VI: The Book of Fate Canto I)

ANANDA REDDY VISIT TO BARCELONA

Dr. Ananda Reddy has a Ph.D. in philosophy from the University of Chennai with the thesis "The concept of physical transformation in the philosophy of Sri Aurobindo" He has been Associate Professor at the Research Center of the Department of Ethics and Religion of Assumption University in Bangkok and has chaired various institutions. His specialty is the philosophy and yoga of Sri Aurobindo. Currently directs the Center for Advanced Research in Pondicherry, that aims to deepen the analysis of vision and yogic experience of Sri Aurobindo and Mother.


On August 31.
Conference: The psychological foundations of integral yoga
Centre Integral de Salut
Gran Vía Carlos II, 50 L (Esquina Travessera de les Corts, entrada por calle les Corts)
Metro Línea 3 (Verde) Estación Les Corts
Bus 15, 43, 54, 59, 70, 72


Please you can contribute to the costs of the event wiht 5€.
Please confirm attendance at the Foundation:
mail: aurobindobcn@fundacionaurobindobcn.com

We have never come to understand...

In the West Spirituality is perceived as a fad. We are talking about a fashion that generates a lot of money. And we also talk about a fashion that generates hundreds of thousands of disillusioned people, hundreds of thousands of people who, after a journey full of fireworks, perceive spirituality as a big lie wich people should move closer when life becomes difficult or when the powerlessness of their intellect leaves them into an atrocious desert full of doubts...or when their life ends.
We could say that West have lived and lives in the illusion of spiritual progress but not in the same progress.
Because progress requires the destruction of the Ego and its products, requires a deep look inside the human being, and unfortunately, West is still very far from such a feat.

Unfortunately, West has put all its effort in external conquests, may have discovered the atom's secrets and may have traveled through the solar system. Yes, perhaps we have seen infinitely distant celestial objects...But Western man remains a stranger to himself.
And perhaps that is why the West has always seen in India a lighthouse in the dark, its own dark.
But this is what I think: Western man has never come to understand the commitment with himself that this golden light requires.


But...What have not come to understand East?

I have seen them

I have seen them
children with smiling faces
without fear,
without hatred.

I have seen them on the horizon,
on an island of golden hope.

I have seen his eyes and his eyes have stripped my soul,
eyes like suns...
windows of pure consciousness.

I have seen them...
breathing a immortal breath.

And they smiled at me,
from a near future.

The light of lost sailor

Faith is like a light on the horizon,
In a dark night,
Without moon, without stars...

Faith is the lighthouse of lost sailor,
The lamp wich shine within us
In the deeps of our being.

Without faith,
I am nothing,
A dead man.