A child of the New Creation is free from centuries of old patterns, habits, ways of life including religions and ideologies, age old social conventions and beliefs under which humanity has been labouring for long. But this is only one side of the story that nature herself is doing it for mankind. But the more important part is that he / she is exploring the inner subjective spaces to discover oneself and the law of his being. Not bound to typical moral notions, he is discovering a new ethics based on an intuitive sense of what is true, right and beautiful, rather than conforming to an outer law that is socially imposed or dogmatically enforced by religions. That is why we often find such children revolting against old standards because they are in search of the real gold standards. This manifests sometimes as heightened expectations due to idealism and hence disappointment, an increased sensitivity towards evil and wrong doing which was often hushed off to maintain social order. They seek much more inner space and freedom. They respect authenticity rather than outer authority, They dislike hypocrisy and like to break barriers and boundaries within as well as outside thereby creating new modes of thought, new discoveries and modes of science, music, arts. Due to these rather unusual new patterns these children are likely to be misunderstood and feel misfit stifled in the old conventional format. But eventually going through these subjective explorations they will move towards discovering their deeper spiritual truth and embodying a higher Supernature. There are many other things but this is a summary essence of it. Sri Aurobindo describes these children in these prophetic lines from Savitri.
‘I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers
Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life
Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth;
Forerunners of a divine multitude,
Out of the paths of the morning star they came
Into the little room of mortal life.
I saw them cross the twilight of an age,
The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,
The great creators with wide brows of calm,
The massive barrier-breakers of the world
And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will,
The labourers in the quarries of the gods,
The messengers of the Incommunicable,
The architects of immortality.
Into the fallen human sphere they came,
Faces that wore the Immortal’s glory still,
Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God,
Bodies made beautiful by the spirit’s light,
Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire,
Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy,
Approaching eyes of a diviner man,
Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul,
Feet echoing in the corridors of Time.
High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss,
Discoverers of beauty’s sunlit ways
And swimmers of Love’s laughing fiery floods
And dance rs within rapture’s golden doors,
Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth
And justify the light on Nature’s face.
Although Fate lingers in the high Beyond
And the work seems vain on which our heart’s force was spent,
All shall be done for which our pain was borne.
Even as of old man came behind the beast
This high divine successor surely shall come
Behind man’s inefficient mortal pace,
Behind his vain labour, sweat and blood and tears:
He shall know what mortal mind barely durst think,
He shall do what the heart of the mortal could not dare.
Inheritor of the toil of human time,
He shall take on him the burden of the gods;
All heavenly light shall visit the earth’s thoughts,
The might of heaven shall fortify earthly hearts;
Earth’s deeds shall touch the superhuman’s height,
Earth’s seeing widen into the infinite.’
Affectionately,
Alok Da
