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...the white light is the light of the Mother (the Divine Consciousness) in which all others are contained and from which they can be manifested.

<ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/colours#p8</ref>

...white the purity and power of the divine Truth.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/colours#p11</ref>

...white may very well be the symbolic hue of Sachchidananda. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/35/indian-systems-and-the-cabbala#p3</ref>

The forces that come with white light are usually those of purity and peace.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/colours#p16</ref>

The white light is that of the Pure Conscious Force from which all the rest come. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/colours#p22</ref>

The colour of the psychic light is according to what it manifests—e.g., psychic love is pink or rose, the psychic purity is white etc. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/colours#p79</ref>

Psychic love can have a warmth and a flame as intense and more intense than the vital, only it is a pure fire, not dependent on the satisfaction of ego-desire or on the eating up of the fuel it embraces. It is a white flame, not a red one; but white heat is not inferior to the red variety in its ardour. It is true that the psychic love does not usually get its full play in human relations and human nature, it finds the fullness of its fire and ecstasy more easily when it is lifted towards the Divine. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/31/human-relations-and-the-spiritual-life#p92</ref>

In its essence, in its origin, love is like a flame, a white flame which overcomes all resistances.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwm/10/aphorism-49#p12</ref>

But my whole life I've had that sort of white light—not transparent white, white like... like WHITENESS, you understand. That light, which is extremely intense.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/agenda/11/february-18-1970#p21</ref>

...the Mother's light is of a white and at its most intense of a diamond radiance. The light is a sign of the Mother's presence in your heart and that is what you saw once and felt for a moment.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/objects#p10</ref>

The white light is the Mother's light and it is always around her. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/32/the-mothers-white-light#p14</ref>

By calling the Mother her white light comes upon the dark consciousness and begins to change the darkness into lustre. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/32/calling-the-mother-in-difficulty#p8</ref>

Before you go to sleep, when you lie down, you must summon the white Light, my white light, and then I will be listening. Wrapped like that: a cocoon, a nice little cocoon, all white. That way you can sleep peacefully. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/agenda/06/july-10-1965#p61</ref>

The Mother's special colour is white, but all the other colours are hers also. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/32/the-mothers-white-light#p11</ref>

Fire can manifest all the colours and the pure white fire is that which contains in itself all the colours. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/kinds-of-vision#p57</ref>

Saraswati is white. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwsa/30/gods-goddesses-and-semi-divine-beings#p10</ref>

If we compare the essential truth to a sphere of immaculate, dazzling white light, we can say that in the mental medium, in the mental atmosphere, this integral white light is transformed into thousands and thousands of shades, each of which has its own distinct colour, because they are all separated from one another. The medium distorts the white light and makes it appear as innumerable different colours: red, green, yellow, blue, etc., which are sometimes very discordant. And the mind seizes, not a little fragment of the white light of the white sphere, but a larger or smaller number of little lights of various colours, with which it cannot even reconstitute the white light. Therefore it cannot reach the truth. It does not possess fragments of truth, but a truth that is broken up. It is a state of decomposition. <ref>http://incarnateword.in/cwm/10/aphorism-1#p11</ref>

...we then have all the golds of the Supermind, with its three layers. And then, after that, there is one layer of golden white—it is white, but a golden white. After this golden white, there is silver white—silver white: how can I explain that? (H. has sent me some ridiculous pictures of a sun shining on water—it has nothing to do with that''.) If you put silver, silver gray (''Mother shows a silver box nearby shining brilliantly in the sun), silver gray together with white... that is, it is white, but if you put the four whites together you see the difference. There is a white white, then there is a white with a touch of pink, then a silvery white and a golden white. It makes four worlds.<ref>http://incarnateword.in/agenda/04/may-18-1963#p1</ref>