As I said earlier, in Savitri there are a number of passages which describe, in different context with contextual shades, the Story of Creation, of the Great Fall, a fall which took place long before the Fall of Adam from Paradise. How Sachchidananda became its own opposite is the fundamental mystery which will perhaps always elude our understanding. The appearance of the Shadow Being or Shadow Person, of Chhaya Purusha, of the dark Sachchidananda is the pregnant Void to let a new manifestation start. We have, for instance, the following elaborate description on pp. 140-41:

In the enigma of the darkened Vasts, In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite When all was plunged in the negating Void, Non-Being's night could never have been saved If Being had not plunged into the dark Carrying with it its triple mystic cross. Invoking in world-time the timeless truth, Bliss changed to sorrow, knowledge made ignorant, God's force turned into a child's helplessness Can bring down heaven by their sacrifice. A contradiction founds the base of life: The eternal, the divine Reality Has faced itself with its own contraries; Being became the Void and Conscious-Force Nescience and walk of a blind Energy And Ecstasy took the figure of world-pain. In a mysterious dispensation's law A Wisdom that prepares its far-off ends Planned so to start her slow aeonic game. A blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul, A game of hide and seek in twilit rooms, A play of love and hate and fear and hope Continues in the nursery of mind Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins. At last the struggling Energy can emerge And meet the voiceless Being in wider fields; Then can they see and speak and, breast to breast, In a larger consciousness, a clearer light, The Two embrace and strive and each know each Regarding closer now the playmate's face. Even in these formless coilings he could feel Matter's response to an infant stir of soul. In Nature he saw the mighty Spirit concealed, Watched the weak birth of a tremendous Force, Pursued the riddle of Godhead's tentative pace, Heard the faint rhythms of a great unborn Muse.

Out of this pregnant Shadow arose the crude beginnings of our “mortal world” which, in the evolutionary course, a “difficult evolution from below”, gave rise to the Collective Shadow with its own derivative occult contents in contrast to the intrinsic occult contents of the primordial Shadow, a darkened Sachchidananda’s creative poise with its urge to be. That is the “tenebrous womb” of things from which all came. I do not know if Jung has an inkling of this primordial creative Shadow. Does it have in it a creative force, an urge how-so-much dormant, a will-to-be-many, to emerge as a new possibility of manifestation? ~ RYD