I am ready to grant this, Alok Da, only that is it really the untrammelled Divine who fondles or slays? We live apparently in a universe of ignorance. Matter is ignorant, as are Life and Mind here. It appears to me that they do all the smiting or fondling, and ignorant as they are, these occurrences or acts can’t be securely imputed to the Divine, because these do not receive unmixed commandments, nor act directly under what is properly Divine energy.
How can I believe that all overt events, and not the ultimate occult intention and purpose behind them, are really the Divine setting the course of things?
It is true that we live in a universe where Ignorance predominates. Yet the Divine Force always supersedes it using every experience, good and bad, to propel us forward. It is somewhat like being in a classroom of learners. That is the majority. Yet the teacher is there and uses everything, rectifies every error, takes note of every mistake, uses all the material we lay at his disposal to help us grow towards the highest Wisdom and Love. Ignorance is a condition arising out of an evolutionary necessity. It is not the beginning, the origin of creation, nor its last word. Here are some lines from Savitri that best reveal this profound truth.
‘Alive to the truth that dwells in God’s extremes,
Awake to a motion of all-seeing Force,
The slow outcome of the long ambiguous years
And the unexpected good from woeful deeds,
The immortal sees not as we vainly see.
He looks on hidden aspects and screened powers,
He knows the law and natural line of things.
Undriven by a brief life’s will to act,
Unharassed by the spur of pity and fear,
He makes no haste to untie the cosmic knot
Or the world’s torn jarring heart to reconcile.
In Time he waits for the Eternal’s hour.
Yet a spiritual secret aid is there;
While a tardy Evolution’s coils wind on
And Nature hews her way through adamant
A divine intervention thrones above.
Alive in a dead rotating universe
We whirl not here upon a casual globe
Abandoned to a task beyond our force;
Even through the tangled anarchy called Fate
And through the bitterness of death and fall
An outstretched Hand is felt upon our lives.
It is near us in unnumbered bodies and births;
In its unslackening grasp it keeps for us safe
The one inevitable supreme result
No will can take away and no doom change,
The crown of conscious Immortality,
The godhead promised to our struggling souls
When first man’s heart dared death and suffered life.
One who has shaped this world is ever its lord:
Our errors are his steps upon the way;
He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives,
He works through the hard breath of battle and toil,
He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears,
His knowledge overrules our nescience;
Whatever the appearance we must bear,
Whatever our strong ills and present fate,
When nothing we can see but drift and bale,
A mighty Guidance leads us still through all.
After we have served this great divided world
God’s bliss and oneness are our inborn right.
A date is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown,
An anniversary of the Birth sublime:
Our soul shall justify its chequered walk,
All will come near that now is naught or far.
These calm and distant Mights shall act at last.’
(Ref. https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/33/the-secret-knowledge#p99)
It is only as one grows through the process with open eyes that one slowly begins to see the truth behind these lines. Otherwise, it is impossible to see them, just as a child cannot understand the ways of his teacher until he has crossed the threshold himself.
Affectionately,
Alok Da
