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Each entrance is situated in one of the 4 pillars, named after the four Aspects of the
Mother: Mahasaraswati to the West, Mahakali to the North, Mahalakshmi to the
East and Maheshwari to the South.
One reaches there.
One climbs up to the first level; there, it is planned that one will put on socks.
One can rest a moment there.
This level is rather narrow; there are just benches to sit on, put on the socks, make
a pause.
From there one enters a cone that contains a double helicoidal stairway.
This cone is narrow at the bottom and widens at the top and one reaches the
second level, which yields the whole amplitude of the sphere.
There is suddenly a widening-up, contained in an orange light.
One bathes in a space that is a space of silence.
From there one will go up a ramp, one of the two spiral ramps that lead either to
the eastern or the western door of the Chamber.
One climbs up the ramp and one comes to the marble doors.
Then, one enters the experience that the Mother’s Chamber can give.
At the centre of the Mother’s Chamber are the 4 upright symbols of Sri Aurobindo
that support the crystal globe.
The 4 symbols rest in the middle of the Mother’s symbol.
It means that there are the Two, the Presence of the Two in One, the complete
incarnation of the Divine.”
*Matrimandir – Auroville:
Note: later that year, on September 21, 1995, I wrote the following text:
“A subjective note.
One keeps floundering into a mass of details, a multi-layered complexity, as one
tries to serve in Matter or, simply, as one tries to remain aware of the central
reality one’s inner experience has, at some points I time, unveiled.
There are moments – those endless moments – when one drowns altogether:
overwhelmed by the relentless weight of the contradicting coalition of things,
suffocated by the pull and pressure of ll the innumerable wants and twists of
humanness and of our mentalised and subconscious relationship to physical and
material existence, one turns blind and deaf to the inner radiance; one, mutely
screaming, lets go and falls.
As a deep-diver, there one discovers the true solidity of the Matrimandir: way down
where the mire and the rock should be, there it is, a friend, a Pulse, invincible, an
unalterable Fact.
A tenderness where the darkness meant to hold undisputed reign, a potent
immobility of concentrated wholeness, without a gap, without a fold, the sheer
purity of oneness.