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Pilgrims of the Stars is an autobiographical account of the inner journey of two remarkable contemporary Indian yogis-Dilip Kumar Roy, a renowned musician, philosopher, an scholar, and his disciple Indira Devi, a visionary poetess and dancer.

A spiritual classic, Pilgrims of the Stars offers the reader an inspiring and humorous glimpse into the daily struggles and victories of two great souls. Dilip Kumar Roy describes his spiritual training by his Guru, the Indian statesman and Saint Sri Aurobindo, and his meetings with Mahatma Gandhi, Rabindranath Tagore, Ramana Maharshi, and other spiritual luminaries. Indira Devi's candid memoirs of life and her Guru have a special beauty and simplicity, and contain a wealth of practical advice for spiritual aspirants.

"….as remarkable as it is rewarding for the reader."

 

Foreword

 

Whoever picks up this book is bound for a big surprise. For Dilip does not write his autobiography, he sings it. And that is as it should be. An artist who lives his life as a symphony ought to sing every bit of it as an enchanting melody.

Actually, this is the autobiography of a remarkable couple of artists: Dilip, the musician and philosopher, and Indira, the dancer and visionary poetess. What a combination One would have to search a long way to find again such an account of a combined life of inspiration.

Dilip is a man of the highest aristocracy who attracts practically all the leading philosophers and statesmen of India as his friends and companions and manages to get in touch with leading spirits of Europe. Few are left out. That alone would make this book valuable as a source of personal information about so many great men. But beyond these exciting contacts there is always the voice of Dilip to be heard in its immense capacity of reverberation.

Naturally in a time like ours, when the so-called mysterious East is investigated and admired by millions of young people eagerly searching for an answer to their never ending quest, the appeal of such a highly personalized account of spiritual adventure by a leading Indian would be great.

But beyond that, it is the altogether human feeling, far beyond any racial or geographical specialty, that sounds through all these chapters. Here a man and a woman are talking to us beyond the difference of centuries or continents.

Whoever has read Dr. C. G. Jung's autobiography will agree that today no one ought to write such a book without having been stimulated by this unusual approach into the depths of the soul. And nobody will be bored by meaningless accounts of outer events, to which very few pages in Dilip's book are devoted. As Sri Aurobindo wrote in one of his personal letters to Dilip (talking about the life of Krishna).

What matters is the spiritual Reality, the Power, the influence that came with him or that he brought down by his action and his existence. First of all, what matters in a spiritual man's life is not what he did or what he was outside to the view of the men of his time what he was and did within: it is only that gives any value to his outer life at all.

Aurobindo is Dilip's guru. I hope he will not consider it too presumptious when accordingly I call myself his gurubhai; i.e., the follower of the same teacher, inwardly and deeply connected by a mysterious bond. Presumption it certainly is, for while Dilip had constant contact with that greatest of Indian minds through several decades, I had but the privilege of facing him eye to eye for five seconds. But quantity vanishers into nothing when quality is so overwhelming. When in 1949 I was in eager search of the message of India, I contacted and ashrams. Naturally I was aware of Dilip and his enormous him. He was singing upstairs in a private mansion in a huge old park and my taxi driver had, as often, the hardest time finding that place. When I arrived, the performance was in full swing and I, being too shy to open the door to the room, sat down in the hallway just to be enchanted for a long time by the sounds of Dilip's voice, muffled by thick wooden doors. He never knew I was there.

A month later Dilip, Indira and I met person to person, or rather soul to soul, in Pondicherry. It was the great day of Sri Aurobindo's Darshan, when the great man, living mostly in complete solitude, came out of hiding to thus "become visible" to his many devotees. More than two thousand of them had come to the ashram in Pondicherry. I was appalled at seeing that huge crowd, the way a traveler feels when he reaches his destination only to find that it is overcrowded by swarms of tourists. But I was a spiritual sightseer, eager to have a good long look at what I was after. I indicated this desire to the secretary of the ashram, pointing out that I had come to this place from farther away than anyone else and that I most certainly would take my time. "Oh," he replied, "but you must not do that; how long would Sri Aurobindo have to sit there if everybody would linger longer than five seconds? That will be your appointed time. And, incidentally," he added; "when your doctor in America sends you a bill for ten dollars for X-Ray treatment received, do you then reply to him saying that the treatment lasted only five seconds and you would not pay his bill unless he would give you a much longer one? No, you will not," he said, "for more of this treatment will burn you severely." So I was squatting there in the garden with thousands of others waiting patiently, till the voluntary "policemen" of the ashram directed my group closer and even close to the entrance of the building, where Sri Aurobindo was sitting upstairs.

Then it was that the thought came to me; here I sit waiting to look at a very old man for a few seconds-this may easily turn out to be the greatest disappointment of my life. Sure, I have read a shelf-full of the philosophical books of this genius, but looking at him, what will it amount to?

Finally the great moment came. Events like that can be described only by circumscribing the circumstances under which they occur. The event itself is, as it were, the blind spot around which everything happens and arrange itself, but which remains the invisible focus of all. Thus, I will only tell that, walking downstairs, the thought came to me: gee, that was much more than I had expected! For it dawned upon me that instead of only looking at him, as I had expected, he had looked at me! Oh!

As I left the ashram gate a young devotee sold to me a photograph of Sri Aurobindo and said the unforgettable words: "Sir you will please remember that this photograph shows you only the body of Sri Aurobindo." Well, that would be true of any photograph, but, I had to admit, it was particularly true of this one.

If the experience of the Darshan could be summed up in a few words, I would have to say it was an amazing and everlasting shock to behold to what extreme height of perfection the human face can be developed. Sri Aurobindo certainly became my guru during these five seconds, though I do not follow the monotheistic rule of India, which allows only one guru to you and one only. I have had other gurus like Rudolf Otto, Paul Tillich, Martin Heidegger, C. G. Jung, and their part is not to be belittled.

These and other things were discussed at breakfast two days later with Dilip and Indira, and again when he was singing at the ashram in his magnificent gown and cap-a most handsome fellow indeed! Dear Dilip, I have gone astray with my tale. It remains for me to wonder, when five seconds could mean so much to your gurubhai, how huge must have been the transforming power of that Spirit to a man who, like you, was privileged to be in such close contact for almost a lifetime! Are you still just yourself or have you become a reflection of something towering over all human possibilities?

Singing and dancing are in many parts of India considered to be the highest forms of Yoga. The Bhagavadgita says that Yoga is skill in action. We know that to be accomplished in one field means often to be able to attain mastery in other field, too. Thus Dilip and Indira, singing and dancing their way through life, have also been able to project themselves into our hearts by writing a fascinating autobiography. Not they, but we, the readers, ought to be congratulated.

 

Introduction

IT WAS under the illumined aegis of my guru Sri Aurobindo that I first blossomed into a writer of novels, plays, poems and biographies, impelled through it all by my inveterate urge to limn the human greatness that seemed to accost me at every turn. I have never considered this inclination of mine to be mere hero worship, especially as Krishna Himself declares in the Gita:

yad-yad vibhutimat sattvam shrimad-urjitam eva va
tat-tat evagaccha tvam mama tejomsha-sambhavam

which means:
Wherever thou findest a flowering of grace,
Glory or opulence that thrills the eye,
Know: they all stem from a gleam of My sun-splendor.

So it was with a certain joy that Indira Devi and I received an invitation from our dear disciple Prashanta, on behalf of The Macmillan Company, to write a book about our lives as spiritual seekers. In my own case, I was spurred on by a letter Aldous Huxley had written to me some years ago in which he complained about the vast pseudo-literature that had been pullulating on the subject, inspired by ends very different from those of true spirituality.

Some of our readers will be familiar with my older work Among the Great where I have written at length about the great personalities whose ideas and friendship have had a significant impact on my life. For reasons of space as well as to avoid needless repetition, I have here greatly curtailed such biographical material, except, of course, in the case of Sri Aurobindo, my guru and the one fixed point in my other- wise kaleidoscopic life.

I must pause briefly to say a word about Sri Aurobindo, whose birth centenary is being celebrated this year all over the world. I have quoted liberally from his works only to testify that it was he who, in his infinite compassion, molded me into whatever I may amount to now.

From my boyhood days I had heard of him as the great revolutionary who sacrificed everything for the cause of the Motherland, as he called India. When I finally came to know him, however, it was in a different light, for by then he had retired from politics, declining the leadership of his country to pursue a greater vision that progressively revealed itself to him through the practice of yoga. I lived under his beneficent aegis from November, 1928, to his passing in December, 1950, and went through the trials that befall every aspirant who seeks "to make his life a bridge twixt earth and heaven," as we are exhorted in his immortal Savitri. To be with him was to enjoy a foretaste of heaven, and his sudden passing would have left me derelict with grief but for the conso- lation of my daughter disciple, Indira Devi, who had come to me the previous year. She was a highly gifted mystic and never failed to sustain me with her luminous experiences which Sri Aurobindo fully endorsed, acclaiming her Samadhi, or superconscious trance, as "authentic" and her visions as "beautiful. "

It was at this time also that the famous Saint Mira of hallowed memory began to manifest her lead of light through Indira's visions, giving her song after ecstatic song in flawless Hindi verse which I then set to tune and sang athrill. To date Indira has dictated more than eight hundred such songs, sometimes, alas, while literally gasping for breath due to her cardiac asthma. As to the historicity of Mira, the queen turned mendicant in the Lord's name, the reader is referred to the appendixes of this work. I need here mention only that from the time of her earthly embodiment in the sixteenth century up to the present day, her life and songs have electri- fied countless admirers and devotees drawn by the dateless message of Krishna and God-love.

Since Indira is contributing a preface of her own, I will not further extend my own remarks except for the brief but pleasant task of acknowledgments. To Sri Prashanta, Sri H. V. Kamath, Sri Aina,Sri Mohanta and Sri Rasiklal Desai go our sincere thanks for their varied and loving help. And to the Jaico Publishing Company of Bombay, I want to extend my special appreciation for allowing me the many lengthy quotations. I have made from my works Among the Great and Sri Aurobindo Came to Me.

 

Contents

 

  Dedication v
  A Spiritual Classic vii
  Foreword by Dr. Frederic Spiegelberg ix
  Introduction by Dilip Kumar Roy 1
  Introduction by Indira Devi 5
 
PART ONE –by DILIP KUMAR ROY
 
1 Apologia 13
2 My Father 15
3 My Early Life 22
4 Prayers 37
5 College Days 41
6 Swami Brahmananda, Netaji, Rolland 51
7 The Continent 67
8 Rabindranath Tagore 73
9 Mahatma Gandhi 82
10 Krishnaprem 95
11 My First Meeting With Sri Aurobindo 114
12 Madame Calve and Paul Richard 132
13 Conflicts and Resolutions 146
14 At the Guru's Feet 154
15 Ramana Maharshi 167
16 Yogic Experiences 179
17 Sri Aurobindo, the Seer-Poet 194
 
PART TWO-by INDIRA DEVI
 
18 Jai Guru 209
19 Early Signs 211
20 Awakening 217
21 Dreams and Voices 225
22 Indira Meets Her Master 232
23 Three Yogic Feats 239
24 High Stakes 245
25 The Second Visit 253
26 Black Magic 258
27 In Earnest 264
28 Other Worlds 273
29 Knowledge by Identity 277
30 The Advent of Mira 281
31 Grace 285
32 Meditation 293
33 Gurus and Disciples 297
34 Ashram Life 302
 
PART THREE – by Dilip Kumar Roy
 
35 Papa Ramdas 311
36 Miracles 327
37 Reality of Mira, the Miracle 352
38 The Lights Lit 362
Epilogue Mira's Message 370
Appendix A Biographical Notes 377
Appendix B Mira's Songs by Gopinath Kaviraj 384
Appendix C From Indira's Diary 389
  Index 399

 

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Pilgrims of the Stars is an autobiographical account of the inner journey of two remarkable contemporary Indian yogis-Dilip Kumar Roy, a renowned musician, philosopher, an scholar, and his disciple Indira Devi, a visionary poetess and dancer.

A spiritual classic, Pilgrims of the Stars offers the reader an inspiring and humorous glimpse into the daily struggles and victories of two great souls. Dilip Kumar Roy describes his spiritual training by his Guru, the Indian statesman and Saint Sri Aurobindo, and his meetings with Mahatma Gandhi, Rabindranath Tagore, Ramana Maharshi, and other spiritual luminaries. Indira Devi's candid memoirs of life and her Guru have a special beauty and simplicity, and contain a wealth of practical advice for spiritual aspirants.

"….as remarkable as it is rewarding for the reader."

 

Foreword

 

Whoever picks up this book is bound for a big surprise. For Dilip does not write his autobiography, he sings it. And that is as it should be. An artist who lives his life as a symphony ought to sing every bit of it as an enchanting melody.

Actually, this is the autobiography of a remarkable couple of artists: Dilip, the musician and philosopher, and Indira, the dancer and visionary poetess. What a combination One would have to search a long way to find again such an account of a combined life of inspiration.

Dilip is a man of the highest aristocracy who attracts practically all the leading philosophers and statesmen of India as his friends and companions and manages to get in touch with leading spirits of Europe. Few are left out. That alone would make this book valuable as a source of personal information about so many great men. But beyond these exciting contacts there is always the voice of Dilip to be heard in its immense capacity of reverberation.

Naturally in a time like ours, when the so-called mysterious East is investigated and admired by millions of young people eagerly searching for an answer to their never ending quest, the appeal of such a highly personalized account of spiritual adventure by a leading Indian would be great.

But beyond that, it is the altogether human feeling, far beyond any racial or geographical specialty, that sounds through all these chapters. Here a man and a woman are talking to us beyond the difference of centuries or continents.

Whoever has read Dr. C. G. Jung's autobiography will agree that today no one ought to write such a book without having been stimulated by this unusual approach into the depths of the soul. And nobody will be bored by meaningless accounts of outer events, to which very few pages in Dilip's book are devoted. As Sri Aurobindo wrote in one of his personal letters to Dilip (talking about the life of Krishna).

What matters is the spiritual Reality, the Power, the influence that came with him or that he brought down by his action and his existence. First of all, what matters in a spiritual man's life is not what he did or what he was outside to the view of the men of his time what he was and did within: it is only that gives any value to his outer life at all.

Aurobindo is Dilip's guru. I hope he will not consider it too presumptious when accordingly I call myself his gurubhai; i.e., the follower of the same teacher, inwardly and deeply connected by a mysterious bond. Presumption it certainly is, for while Dilip had constant contact with that greatest of Indian minds through several decades, I had but the privilege of facing him eye to eye for five seconds. But quantity vanishers into nothing when quality is so overwhelming. When in 1949 I was in eager search of the message of India, I contacted and ashrams. Naturally I was aware of Dilip and his enormous him. He was singing upstairs in a private mansion in a huge old park and my taxi driver had, as often, the hardest time finding that place. When I arrived, the performance was in full swing and I, being too shy to open the door to the room, sat down in the hallway just to be enchanted for a long time by the sounds of Dilip's voice, muffled by thick wooden doors. He never knew I was there.

A month later Dilip, Indira and I met person to person, or rather soul to soul, in Pondicherry. It was the great day of Sri Aurobindo's Darshan, when the great man, living mostly in complete solitude, came out of hiding to thus "become visible" to his many devotees. More than two thousand of them had come to the ashram in Pondicherry. I was appalled at seeing that huge crowd, the way a traveler feels when he reaches his destination only to find that it is overcrowded by swarms of tourists. But I was a spiritual sightseer, eager to have a good long look at what I was after. I indicated this desire to the secretary of the ashram, pointing out that I had come to this place from farther away than anyone else and that I most certainly would take my time. "Oh," he replied, "but you must not do that; how long would Sri Aurobindo have to sit there if everybody would linger longer than five seconds? That will be your appointed time. And, incidentally," he added; "when your doctor in America sends you a bill for ten dollars for X-Ray treatment received, do you then reply to him saying that the treatment lasted only five seconds and you would not pay his bill unless he would give you a much longer one? No, you will not," he said, "for more of this treatment will burn you severely." So I was squatting there in the garden with thousands of others waiting patiently, till the voluntary "policemen" of the ashram directed my group closer and even close to the entrance of the building, where Sri Aurobindo was sitting upstairs.

Then it was that the thought came to me; here I sit waiting to look at a very old man for a few seconds-this may easily turn out to be the greatest disappointment of my life. Sure, I have read a shelf-full of the philosophical books of this genius, but looking at him, what will it amount to?

Finally the great moment came. Events like that can be described only by circumscribing the circumstances under which they occur. The event itself is, as it were, the blind spot around which everything happens and arrange itself, but which remains the invisible focus of all. Thus, I will only tell that, walking downstairs, the thought came to me: gee, that was much more than I had expected! For it dawned upon me that instead of only looking at him, as I had expected, he had looked at me! Oh!

As I left the ashram gate a young devotee sold to me a photograph of Sri Aurobindo and said the unforgettable words: "Sir you will please remember that this photograph shows you only the body of Sri Aurobindo." Well, that would be true of any photograph, but, I had to admit, it was particularly true of this one.

If the experience of the Darshan could be summed up in a few words, I would have to say it was an amazing and everlasting shock to behold to what extreme height of perfection the human face can be developed. Sri Aurobindo certainly became my guru during these five seconds, though I do not follow the monotheistic rule of India, which allows only one guru to you and one only. I have had other gurus like Rudolf Otto, Paul Tillich, Martin Heidegger, C. G. Jung, and their part is not to be belittled.

These and other things were discussed at breakfast two days later with Dilip and Indira, and again when he was singing at the ashram in his magnificent gown and cap-a most handsome fellow indeed! Dear Dilip, I have gone astray with my tale. It remains for me to wonder, when five seconds could mean so much to your gurubhai, how huge must have been the transforming power of that Spirit to a man who, like you, was privileged to be in such close contact for almost a lifetime! Are you still just yourself or have you become a reflection of something towering over all human possibilities?

Singing and dancing are in many parts of India considered to be the highest forms of Yoga. The Bhagavadgita says that Yoga is skill in action. We know that to be accomplished in one field means often to be able to attain mastery in other field, too. Thus Dilip and Indira, singing and dancing their way through life, have also been able to project themselves into our hearts by writing a fascinating autobiography. Not they, but we, the readers, ought to be congratulated.

 

Introduction

IT WAS under the illumined aegis of my guru Sri Aurobindo that I first blossomed into a writer of novels, plays, poems and biographies, impelled through it all by my inveterate urge to limn the human greatness that seemed to accost me at every turn. I have never considered this inclination of mine to be mere hero worship, especially as Krishna Himself declares in the Gita:

yad-yad vibhutimat sattvam shrimad-urjitam eva va
tat-tat evagaccha tvam mama tejomsha-sambhavam

which means:
Wherever thou findest a flowering of grace,
Glory or opulence that thrills the eye,
Know: they all stem from a gleam of My sun-splendor.

So it was with a certain joy that Indira Devi and I received an invitation from our dear disciple Prashanta, on behalf of The Macmillan Company, to write a book about our lives as spiritual seekers. In my own case, I was spurred on by a letter Aldous Huxley had written to me some years ago in which he complained about the vast pseudo-literature that had been pullulating on the subject, inspired by ends very different from those of true spirituality.

Some of our readers will be familiar with my older work Among the Great where I have written at length about the great personalities whose ideas and friendship have had a significant impact on my life. For reasons of space as well as to avoid needless repetition, I have here greatly curtailed such biographical material, except, of course, in the case of Sri Aurobindo, my guru and the one fixed point in my other- wise kaleidoscopic life.

I must pause briefly to say a word about Sri Aurobindo, whose birth centenary is being celebrated this year all over the world. I have quoted liberally from his works only to testify that it was he who, in his infinite compassion, molded me into whatever I may amount to now.

From my boyhood days I had heard of him as the great revolutionary who sacrificed everything for the cause of the Motherland, as he called India. When I finally came to know him, however, it was in a different light, for by then he had retired from politics, declining the leadership of his country to pursue a greater vision that progressively revealed itself to him through the practice of yoga. I lived under his beneficent aegis from November, 1928, to his passing in December, 1950, and went through the trials that befall every aspirant who seeks "to make his life a bridge twixt earth and heaven," as we are exhorted in his immortal Savitri. To be with him was to enjoy a foretaste of heaven, and his sudden passing would have left me derelict with grief but for the conso- lation of my daughter disciple, Indira Devi, who had come to me the previous year. She was a highly gifted mystic and never failed to sustain me with her luminous experiences which Sri Aurobindo fully endorsed, acclaiming her Samadhi, or superconscious trance, as "authentic" and her visions as "beautiful. "

It was at this time also that the famous Saint Mira of hallowed memory began to manifest her lead of light through Indira's visions, giving her song after ecstatic song in flawless Hindi verse which I then set to tune and sang athrill. To date Indira has dictated more than eight hundred such songs, sometimes, alas, while literally gasping for breath due to her cardiac asthma. As to the historicity of Mira, the queen turned mendicant in the Lord's name, the reader is referred to the appendixes of this work. I need here mention only that from the time of her earthly embodiment in the sixteenth century up to the present day, her life and songs have electri- fied countless admirers and devotees drawn by the dateless message of Krishna and God-love.

Since Indira is contributing a preface of her own, I will not further extend my own remarks except for the brief but pleasant task of acknowledgments. To Sri Prashanta, Sri H. V. Kamath, Sri Aina,Sri Mohanta and Sri Rasiklal Desai go our sincere thanks for their varied and loving help. And to the Jaico Publishing Company of Bombay, I want to extend my special appreciation for allowing me the many lengthy quotations. I have made from my works Among the Great and Sri Aurobindo Came to Me.

 

Contents

 

  Dedication v
  A Spiritual Classic vii
  Foreword by Dr. Frederic Spiegelberg ix
  Introduction by Dilip Kumar Roy 1
  Introduction by Indira Devi 5
 
PART ONE –by DILIP KUMAR ROY
 
1 Apologia 13
2 My Father 15
3 My Early Life 22
4 Prayers 37
5 College Days 41
6 Swami Brahmananda, Netaji, Rolland 51
7 The Continent 67
8 Rabindranath Tagore 73
9 Mahatma Gandhi 82
10 Krishnaprem 95
11 My First Meeting With Sri Aurobindo 114
12 Madame Calve and Paul Richard 132
13 Conflicts and Resolutions 146
14 At the Guru's Feet 154
15 Ramana Maharshi 167
16 Yogic Experiences 179
17 Sri Aurobindo, the Seer-Poet 194
 
PART TWO-by INDIRA DEVI
 
18 Jai Guru 209
19 Early Signs 211
20 Awakening 217
21 Dreams and Voices 225
22 Indira Meets Her Master 232
23 Three Yogic Feats 239
24 High Stakes 245
25 The Second Visit 253
26 Black Magic 258
27 In Earnest 264
28 Other Worlds 273
29 Knowledge by Identity 277
30 The Advent of Mira 281
31 Grace 285
32 Meditation 293
33 Gurus and Disciples 297
34 Ashram Life 302
 
PART THREE – by Dilip Kumar Roy
 
35 Papa Ramdas 311
36 Miracles 327
37 Reality of Mira, the Miracle 352
38 The Lights Lit 362
Epilogue Mira's Message 370
Appendix A Biographical Notes 377
Appendix B Mira's Songs by Gopinath Kaviraj 384
Appendix C From Indira's Diary 389
  Index 399

 

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Thank you so much EXOTIC INDIA for the wonderfull packaging!! I received my order today and it was gift wrapped with so much love and taste in a beautiful golden gift wrap and everything was neat and beautifully packed. Also my order came very fast... i am impressed! Besides selling fantastic items, you provide an exceptional customer service and i will surely purchase again from you! I am very glad and happy :) Thank you, Salma
Salma, Canada.
Artwork received today. Very pleased both with the product quality and speed of delivery. Many thanks for your help.
Carl, UK.
I wanted to let you know how happy we are with our framed pieces of Shree Durga and Shree Kali. Thank you and thank your framers for us. By the way, this month we offered a Puja and Yagna to the Ardhanarishwara murti we purchased from you last November. The Brahmin priest, Shree Vivek Godbol, who was visiting LA preformed the rites. He really loved our murti and thought it very paka. I am so happy to have found your site , it is very paka and trustworthy. Plus such great packing and quick shipping. Thanks for your service Vipin, it is a pleasure.
Gina, USA
My marble statue of Durga arrived today in perfect condition, it's such a beautiful statue. Thanks again for giving me a discount on it, I'm always very pleased with the items I order from you. You always have the best quality items.
Charles, Tennessee
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