From a letter published in "On Himself",
Section "Life before Pondicherry", page 68
It is a fact that I was hearing constantly the voice of
Vivekananda speaking to me for a fortnight in the jail in my
solitary meditation and felt his presence [.] The voice spoke only
on a special and limited but very important field of spiritual
experience and it ceased as soon as it had finished saying all
that it had to say on that subject.
A.B. Purani "The Life of Sri Aurobindo" (revised edition 1978) and
Nirodbaran "Talks with Sri Aurobindo" in 3 books containing 4
volumes (1985 - 1986 & 1989) are published by Sri Aurobindo
Society Calcutta (1) & Madras (2 & 3)
SWADESH MANTRA
- Swami Vivekananda
O India! With this mere echoing of others, with this base
imitation of others, with this dependence on others, this
slavish weakness, this vile detestable cruelty -- wouldst thou,
with these provisions only, scale the highest pinnacle of
civilisation and greatness? Wouldst thou attain, by means of thy
disgraceful cowardice, that freedom deserved only by the brave
and the heroic?
O India! Forget not that the ideal of thy womanhood is Sita,
Savitri, Damayanti;
forget not that the God thou worshippest is the great Ascetic of
ascetics, the all-renouncing Shankara, the Lord of Uma;
forget not that thy marriage, thy wealth, thy life are not for
sense-pleasure, are not for thy individual personal happiness;
forget not that thou art born as a sacrifice to the Mother's
altar;
forget not that thy social order is but the reflex of the
Infinite Universal Motherhood;
forget not that the lower classes, the ignorant, the poor, the
illiterate, the cobbler, the sweeper, are thy flesh and blood,
thy brothers.
Thou brave one, be bold, take courage, be proud that thou art an
Indian, and proudly proclaim, " I am an Indian, every Indian is
my brother. " Say, " The ignorant Indian, the poor and destitute
Indian, the Brahmin Indian, the Pariah Indian, is my brother. "
Thou, too, clad with but a rag round thy loins proudly proclaim
at the top of thy voice: " The Indian is my brother, the Indian
is my life, India's gods and goddesses are my God. India's
society is the cradle of my infancy, the pleasure-garden of my
youth, the sacred heaven, the Varanasi of my old age. "
Say, brother; " The soil of India is my highest heaven, the good
of India is my good, " and repeat and pray day and night, " O
Thou Lord of Gauri, O Thou Mother of the Universe, vouchsafe
manliness unto me! O Thou Mother of Strength, take away my
weakness, take away my unmanliness, and make me a Man! "
[ The Complete Works of Swami
Vivekananda, Vol. 4 [Page:479], MODERN INDIA ]
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