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" "Between the age of eighteen and twenty I had attained a conscious and constant union with the divine Presence and … I had done it all alone, with absolutely nobody to help me, not even books, you understand! When I found one — I had in my hands a little later Vivekananda's Raja Yoga — it seemed to me so wonderful a thing, you see, that someone could explain something to me! This made me gain in a few months what would have perhaps taken me years to do.
Mirra Alfassa (21 February 1878 – 17 November 1973), also known as The Mother, was the spiritual collaborator of Sri Aurobindo, who wrote a book about her in which he promoted her by the name “Mother”. In the 1960s, she established Auroville or "City of Dawn" as a place where "normal people" from all over the world could live together in harmony, seeking spirituality through Integral yoga and bring it into the world, with a central temple called the "Soul of Auroville", the Matrimandir.
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