Savitri met Satyavan in the Shalwa forests and they have decided to be together. Even while she is now on her way back to the palace of her father, Narad the heavenly sage is already there on a significant visit to him. He leaves his home in Paradise and rushes earthward to make known, well in time, an important factor related to the marriage of the two young eager souls. He is carrying the Word of Fate which he must deliver to Savitri, convey in order to steel her will to be the life-partner of Satyavan, whatever might be the contingencies. He is to announce in the palace that, one year after their marriage, Satyavan has to die, he is bound, is destined to die. There is a profound content in its inevitability, it carrying the seeds of a new manifestation that is about to begin. In Satyavan’s death is Savitri’s grand opportunity to do her heaven-missioned task, of the Conquest of Death. Death has been standing all along across the path of the divine Event, of the new manifestation, the supramental manifestation, and he must be removed from it, he must be transformed, so that he becomes the giver of all auspicious boons to the soul of man. Narad is aware of it, the mission, and so hastens to make the resolve of human Savitri firm, in the process initiating her on the Path of Yoga. It is in that awareness he sings the Song of Evolution while he is travelling from Paradise to Earth. Not only will there be a new creation, the transfiguration and the ecstasy; there will also be a wonderful sequel to it. The Four Asuras who had separated themselves from the divine Origin will be now returning to that divine Origin, returning in the gladness of having completed the task for which they had cut themselves off from It. The entire description of the process in Savitri is just exceptional, poetry coming on blue-bright and mystic-lyrical wings of inspiration, a high watermark of what the Word of the Spirit can give to us, to mortality the gifts of truth and joy and awareness in the immensity of its will and thought and feeling and love and beauty and strength; Narad-like, it rushes in the swiftness of the coming age, rushes in the growing adorability of the divine Name itself.

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