In July 1938 the Yogi-Poet had an assignation with the primordial Night, the Night of Creation. He went to meet her, carrying “God’s deathless light” in his breast. He was aware that this was going to be a very bold and dangerous rendezvous; it was going to be an exceptional and most decisive affair indeed, fraught with possibilities of a dangerous kind also. His fate and hence the fate of the whole world remained locked in them, in the possibility leading towards earthly deathlessness. So, he the pilgrim-soul made an assignation with the Night. But what was the outcome of that bold and dangerous rendezvous? What had actually transpired in the course of the meeting? But apart from dropping some broad hints, no communiqué was issued. If at all, it seemed that the way was lost and that there was no end to the “weary journeying”. Yet there was hope, a bright and fritful expectation, there was conviction and certitude that the outcome was going to be cutting a path that will lead the soul of man towards immortality, immortality on earth. There was the inalienable freedom, and the Yogi-Poet lived in the Spirit’s calm, in its strength, and was in possession of the vast unshakable and immobile bliss of the Being. Soon his rooms would get lit up with an endless Light, and soon rapture would be coursing through his nerves, and soon it would be firmed up in the very cells of his body. In a mute but powerful blaze of ecstasy, and preserving the strong “living sense of the Imperishable”, even in the bodily existence, he would proceed towards his irrevocable goal. That was great certainly, and marvellous. If the bodily existence was set ablaze in this way, it meant that there was the wonderful realisation or the siddhi of the Mind of Light in him, that the physical had started receiving the supramental. Sri Aurobindo had definitely moved towards it, a remarkable event, a landmark event in the evolutionary sequence. It is said that Pythagoras had a thigh of gold, and that Vamadeva, after crossing the hundredth year, lived in a golden body for sixteen full years. Something golden had happened in that far past, but now the Mind of Light has made the body its permanent base, permanent home, the home of truth, ŗtasya dhām.

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