Lesson 23: The Journey
All of your life is the journey. There’s nothing but the journey! Every atom of your life is part of the path. It is a journey marked by significant events, good and bad, that embroidered the tapestry of your life with indelible conditions that stood the chance of guiding you Home, events that are but the instruments of your becoming. Unique to the individual, the journey is splattered by the orgasmic as well as unbearable events that contain within them all that you seek, inside and outside of your Self.
“The world-ways opened before Savitri.
At first a strangeness of new brilliant scenes
Peopled her mind and kept her body’s gaze.
But as she moved across the changing earth
A deeper consciousness welled up in her:
A citizen of many scenes and climes,
Each soil and country it had made its home;
It took all clans and peoples for her own,
Till the whole destiny of mankind was hers.
These unfamiliar spaces on her way
Were known and neighbours to a sense within,
Landscapes recurred like lost forgotten fields,
Cities and rivers and plains her vision claimed
Like slow-recurring memories in front.
The stars at night were her past brilliant friends,
The winds murmured to her of ancient things
And she met nameless comrades by her once.”
Inside of you lies a greater destiny that is necessary but not yet realized. With mathematical precision, the days and years give up their secrets and fates are revealed. Yet, the scenes, climes, clans, peoples, rivers and cities are not the journey. They are but the landscapes of the journey. The journey is becoming what you are, what you have always been, and what you will always be.
“But morn broke in reminding her of her quest
And from low rustic couch or mat she rose
And went impelled on her unfinished way
And followed the fateful orbit of her life
Like a desire that questions silent gods
Then passes starlike to some bright Beyond.”
It is at this point in “Savitri” that all has been made ready for Savitri’s true journey: her destined union with Satyavan and her necessary confrontation with Death.
“These bodies summed the drift of numberless births,
And the spirit to the spirit was the same.
Amazed by a joy for which they had waited long,
The lovers met upon their different paths,
Travellers across the limitless plains of Time
Together drawn from fate-led journeyings
In the self-closed solitude of their human past,
To a swift rapturous dream of future joy
And the unexpected present of these eyes.
By the revealing greatness of a look,
Form-smitten the spirit’s memory woke in sense.
The mist was torn that lay between two lives;
Her heart unveiled and his to find her turned;
Attracted as in heaven star by star,
They wondered at each other and rejoiced
And wove affinity in a silent gaze.
A moment passed that was eternity’s ray,
An hour began, the matrix of new Time.”