|"It was the day of the new moon.
Gradually night descended and dense darkness enveloped the trees and the temples. A few
lights shone here and there in the temple garden. The black sky was reflected in the
waters of the Ganges. The Master went to the verandah south of his room. A spiritual mood
was the natural state of his mind. The dark night of the new moon, associated with the
black complexion of Kali, the Divine Mother, intensified his spiritual exaltation. Now and
then he repeated Om and the name of Kali. He lay down on a mat and whispered
to M.: Yes, God can be seen. "