Between the twilights : $b Being studies of Indian women by one of themselvesSorabji, Cornelia
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Between the twilights : $b Being studies of Indian women by one of themselves
Sorabji, Cornelia
India -- Social conditions; Women -- India
“How could I know? Besides, in a garden one should smell every
flower.... To me it seemeth that the foolish ones of the Farther
England have robbed him of his virtue by their admiration and praises.
It is ever so. Of virtue do women rob even the holy. Once that Swami
had excuse for knowledge.”
“What is the name of her whom he called Disciple?”
“How can I know? Foolish one--what need for other name?”
On the way back we had proof of our Wise Man’s reality of religion. He
would not travel in our carriage behind the “fire horse,” politely
went next door: but just as the train was about to move we saw him
literally kicked out by some non-Indian, masquerading as a gentleman.
The poor old “Truth-Named” found room elsewhere, and nothing could be
done till we arrived at our destination, when we waited for him to
apologize and atone for the unknown.
“Huh,” he said, “_that_, that was nothing. Forget it, Miss Sahib. It is
not. It could not hurt me, since I did not resent it.” ... “His mind
carried not fruit of ignorance,” as he said on another occasion. Even
so, in his simplicity has he often enunciated the greatest of truths.
I have talked in a book of women of Holy Men, for priests and women
are allies the world over, and in India, particularly is the influence
noticeable. A priest is often the only man with whom a Purdahnashin
may talk, before whom she may appear unveiled: and, as I have said
before, there is a secret, albeit about things religious, between wife
and priest to which even the woman’s husband may not be party. Not
backward has the Priesthood been in availing itself of its privileges.
Where his learning is not likely to attract, the man of ashes has an
inheritance of superstition to which no woman is proof, and from which
there can be no appeal.
The “Truth-Named” is fearless in denunciation of the ash-smeared and
degraded type of Priest. “In the golden age the only Priest was Prayer.
If we would only study ourselves, travel in the unknown country of our
minds and souls and personalities, we should need no Guru, save God.
Priests, of all religions, keep men’s eyes bandaged that they should
not see except through the Priest: but the written word and the book of
ourselves is open to all.”
“There is but one religion--the service of man and personal holiness
by realization of God. No need for rules of conduct, for commandments.
Realize God and even the desire to transgress is slain. But realize God
and the place even of sin in the scheme of the world will be clear.
There is nothing which is outside God. Yes--this is a hard doctrine, to
be learnt only by sitting aloof from men, sitting in a place of green
trees, in solitudes where blow the winds of God, fresh and pure.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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