"When I was a child of about thirteen, for nearly a year every night as soon as I had gone to bed it seemed to me that I went out of my body and rose straight up above the house, then above the city, very high above. Then I used to see myself clad in a magnificent golden robe, much longer than myself; and as I rose higher, the robe would stretch, spreading out in a circle around me to form a kind of immense roof over the city.

Then I would see men, women, children, old men, the sick, the unfortunate coming out from every side; they would gather under the outspread robe..."

The Mother

continued

• Why people don't practice the yoga -- The Mother

• Understanding levels of dreams and sleep -- Johannes Vloothuis
  

Current affairs

Chronicles and reflections

• How the yoga moves within one aspirant -- Nora Archambeau

• From early times -- Sam Spanier

• A voyage of returning -- Seabury Gould

• Chandresh Patel, Dakshina, August Timmermans, Aurela Sequoia, Sri Aurobindo

• Transcending the tangible: The yoga online (Part 2) -- Janis Coker, Chandresh Patel, Ben Irvin, Don Salmon

Reviews

• The movies move forward -- Michael Miovic

• Reminiscences and observations - Sri Aurobindo

Apropos