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Sweet Holy Tears* THE tears
that the soul sheds are holy, are sweet; they come
bidden by the Divine and are blessed by His Presence. They are like the dew
from heaven. For they are pure, they are spontaneous, welling out of a heart of
innocent freedom. The feeling is infinitely impersonal, completely egoless:
there is only an intense movement of self-giving, total simple self-giving.
Tears are the natural expression in one who needs help, who has the complete
surrender and simplicity of a child, the abdication of all vanity. Such tears
are beautiful in their nature and beneficent in character. They are therefore
like dewdrops that belong to heaven as it were and come from there with a
sovereign healing virtue. Such tears are not "idle tears", as the
English poet says in a vein of melancholy, they are instinct with a power, an
effective energy which brings you relief, ease and peace. And it is not only pure
but purifying, this feeling made of quiet intensity and aspiration and
surrender: it is unmixed, free from any demand or need of reward or return; it
is so impersonal that the aspiration is, so to say, even independent of the
object for which it exists. At
a supreme crisis of the soul when there seems to be no issue before you, if you
come, in the naked simplicity of your whole being, pour yourself out in a flood
of self-giving, to one who can be your refuge – in the end the Divine alone can
be such a one – and who can respond fully to the intensity and ardent sincerity
of your approach, you come holding your tearful soul as a complete
self-offering, you do not know what tremendous response you call forth, the
blessing divine you bring down in and around you. * The Mother: Prayers and Meditations,
Page – 282 "I prepared the Feast"¹ It was a banquet I prepared for men. Instead of a life of misery and suffering, of obscurity and ignorance I brought to them a life of light and joy and freedom. I took all the pains the task demanded and when it was ready I offered it to mankind to partake of it. But man in his foolishness and pigheadedness rejected it, did not want it. He preferred to remain in his dark miserable hole. Now, what am I to do with my Feast? I cannot let it go waste, throw it to the winds. So I offered it to my Lord and laid it at his feet. He accepted it. He alone can enjoy it and honour it. The Feast is that of Transformation, the Divine Life on earth. Man is not capable of it naturally, cannot attain it by his own effort or personal worth. It is the Divine who is to bring it down Himself. He is to manifest Himself and thus establish His own life here below. Then only will it be possible for the human creature to open to the urgency of the new beauty and offer his surrender. It was not easy to prepate the Feast. I had to bear the full load of the cross and ascend the calvary. Jesus as he mounted to his destiny with the Cross on his back stumbled often and fell and rose again with bruised limbs to begin again the arduous journey. Even so, this being too had to go through many disillusions and deceptions, many painful and brutal experiences. It was not a smooth and straight going, but a tortuous and dangerous ascent. But at the end of the tunnel there is always the light. The calvary and the crucifixion culminated in the Resurrection: the divine Passion of Christ flowered into this supreme Recompense. Here too after all the dark and adverse vicissitudes lies the fulfilment of transformation. One must pass through the entire valley of death and rise to the topmost summit to receive and achieve the fullness of the glory. One must leave behind all the lower ranges of ignorance, the entire domain of human consciousness, come out of the imperfection man is made of; then only will he put on the divine nature as his own body and substance.
The Cross symbolises all the suffering and difficulty, the
¹The
Mother: Prayers and Meditations,
Page – 283 renunciation and self-denudation that the ascent to the Goal
involves. The
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