The Alchemy of Her Grace (Grateful Reminiscences)

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It was the 15th of August, 1949. The Ashram was more like a veritable beehive resplendent with immortal Soma. Seeker-souls from different parts of the world had converged upon the place to drink to their fill the ambrosia of divine life.

On entering the front room, to my surprsie, I found it fully charged with golden light. The meagre furniture, the windows and walls seemed to radiate a powerful vibration. Verily, it was a chamber of golden sunshine. Very soon I discovered the radiant source. It was Sri Aurobindo sitting in an empyrean posture in the adjoining front room facing the approaching devotees. Lo and behold, I saw the one and only God-Purushottama, the Golden Purusha. I was deluged by a flood of deep silence and honeyed light. There was installed in our midst the very embodiment of celestial splendour-a Guru with sublime dimension, a God with infinite span. The cosmos itself was like a temple built in honour of his advent, and I felt certain that a thousand suns must have borrowed their radiance from the glowing face of Sri Aurobindo. The wonderment is too towering and massive for words!

His eyes of light had transformed me into a transparent facade, his distant luminous look transformed me into another world of pure consciousness. The exhilarating and extraordinary Vedic experience once again came alive and vibrant before my soul's eyes: