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\n
\n13 March 1968<\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

In her talk of <\/font> <\/span>
\n27 May 1953<\/span><\/font>, Mother gave the following
\nanswer to the question of a disciple: <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan the Divine withdraw
\nfrom us?\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is an
\nimpossibility. Because if the Divine withdrew from something, immediately it
\nwould collapse, for it would not exist. To put it more clearly: The Divine is
\nthe only existence.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Now I would
\nhave answered: it is as though you asked whether the Divine could withdraw from
\nHimself! (Mother laughs.) That is the trouble: when one says \u201cDivine”, they
\nunderstand \u201cGod”…. There is only That: That alone exists. That, what is it?
\nThat alone exists! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Even this morning, I was looking, seeing, and it was as though I
\nwas saying to the Divine, \u201cWhy do You take pleasure in denying Yourself?”… Is
\nit not to satisfy our logic that we say: All that is obscure, all that is ugly,
\nall that is not living, all that is not harmonious, all that is not divine \u2013 but
\nhow is it possible?… It is only an attitude for action. Then by placing myself
\nin the consciousness of the action, I said, \u201cBut why do You take pleasure in
\nbeing like that!” (Mother laughs.) <\/span><\/p>\n

It was a very concrete experience of the cells, and with the
\nfeeling (not feeling: neither feeling nor sensation), a kind of perception that
\nyou are just, just on the border of the great secret…. All of a sudden a whole
\nset of cells or a certain bodily function takes the fancy of going wrong \u2013 why?
\nWhat meaning is there in that? And the response was … it was as though <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 108<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

all that
\nhelped to break the limits.<\/span><\/p>\n

But why, how?… <\/span><\/p>\n

You can explain everything mentally, but that signifies nothing at
\nall: for the body, for the material consciousness it is abstract. The material
\nconsciousness, when it seizes something, it knows the thing a hundred times better<\/i> than one can know it
\nmentally. And when it knows, it has power: this gives the power. And it is this
\nthat is worked out slowly, slowly \u2013 and for the ignorant consciousness, slowly
\nand painfully. But for the true consciousness, it is not so: pain, delight, all
\nthis is a way… so absurd a way of seeing things \u2013 of feeling them, seeing
\nthem. <\/span><\/p>\n

There is a perception more and more concrete that everything…
\nthat there is nothing that does not contain the delight of being, because it is
\nthe way of being: without the delight of being, there is no being. But it is not
\nwhat we understand mentally by the delight of being. It is… something that is
\ndifficult to say. And this perception of suffering and delight, almost of evil
\nand good, all this, these are necessities for the work, to allow the work to be
\ndone in a certain field of inconscience. Because the true consciousness is
\nsomething altogether, altogether different. And this, it is this which this
\nconsciousness of the cells is now learning, and learning through a concrete
\nexperience, and all these evaluations of what is good and what is bad, of what
\nis suffering and what is delight, all this appears vague. But still the Thing \u2013
\nthe Truth \u2013 the concrete Thing is not yet seized. It is on the way, one feels
\nthat it is on the way, but it is not yet that. If one had it… one would be the
\nomnipotent master. And it is possible that one can get it only when the entire
\nworld or a sufficient part of it will be ready for transformation. <\/span><\/p>\n

This is a speculation, one might call it an inspiration, but it
\nbelongs yet to the domain high above. <\/span><\/p>\n

From time to time, it is as though one just touched upon the
\nperception of the all-power: one is just on the point, ah!<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage -109<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

 <\/span>(Mother makes a gesture of catching the
\nthing)… but off it goes. <\/span><\/p>\n

When one will have that, the world will be able to change. And when
\nI say \u201cone”, I do not speak of a person…. There is perhaps something which is
\nequivalent to the Person, but that… that also, I am not sure if it is not a
\nprojection of our consciousness upon something which escapes us. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sri Aurobindo used to say always that if one went far enough,
\nbeyond the Impersonal, if one went further beyond, one would find something that
\nwe could call \u201cPerson”, but which corresponded to nothing that we conceive of
\nas \u201cPerson”. <\/span><\/p>\n

So then there, there is only That; and it is That which has Power.
\nBut even when we say, \u201cThere is only That” (Mother laughs), we place it in some
\nother thing!… Words, languages are unfit to express something that is beyond
\nconsciousness; as soon as you formulate, it sinks down.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 110<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\n16 March 1968<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\n <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

You have the feeling that all the time \u2013 all the time \u2013 you are on
\nthe way towards a great discovery, and then you do make the discovery, and you
\nfind out that it has always been made!… Only you look at it in another way. <\/span><\/p>\n

This morning, an experience that seemed to be an unusual revelation
\nand… it is a thing that was always known. Then you mentalise<\/span> it; the very moment you
\nmentalise<\/span>
\nit, it becomes clear, but it is no longer what it was. Well, one may say that
\nthis creation is the \u201ccreation of equilibrium”,\u00b9 and it is just the mental
\nerror which wants to choose one thing and reject another. All things have to be
\ntogether: what you call good and what you call evil, what you call fair and what
\nyou call foul, what seems to you pleasant and what seems to you unpleasant, all
\nthis must be together. And this morning, it was the discovery of the Separation
\nthis Separation which has been described in all sorts of different ways,
\nsometimes as a story, sometimes merely in an abstract manner, sometimes
\nphilosophically, sometimes… all this, these are only explanations, but there
\nis something, which probably is simply the Objectivisation<\/span>
\n(Mother makes a gesture of pushing the universe out, out of the Non-manifest),
\nbut this also is a way of explaining. This so-called Separation, what is it
\nexactly? One does not know. Or perhaps one knows, I don’t know. It is just That
\nwhich has created (let us put it in colour<\/span>) the black
\nand white, the night and day (this is already a more mixed thing, but black and
\nwhite also are a mixed thing), but the tendency is to put up two poles: the
\npleasant thing, the good thing, and the unpleasant thing, the bad thing. But as
\nsoon as you seek to return to the Origin, the two tend to fuse into each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/font><\/span>\u00b9
\n<\/font> <\/span>
\nLet us recall a remark Mother made in 1963: \u201cTraditions say that
\na universe is created, then withdrawn in the pralaya<\/span>,
\nthen a new one comes and so on; and according to them we should be the seventh
\nuniverse and being the seventh universe, we are that which will not return into pralaya<\/span> but progress constantly without going back.” (Cent.
\nVol. 4, p. 23 fn)<\/font><\/span> <\/font>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 111<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

And it is in
\nperfect equilibrium, that is to say, where no division is possible any more and
\nwhere the one has no influence over the other, where the two are only one, that
\nthere is this famed Perfection which one is trying to
\nreconquer<\/span>.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

The rejection of the one and the acceptance of the other is
\nchildishness. It is an ignorance. And all mental translations, like that of an
\nEvil eternally evil, giving rise to the idea of Hell, and of a Good eternally
\ngood… all this, all, all are childishness. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/span><\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It may be (it may<\/i> be,
\nbecause as soon as you want to formulate, you mentalise<\/span>
\nand as soon as you mentalise<\/span>, it is reduced,
\ndiminished, limited, it loses the force of truth in the end) that in this
\nuniverse as it is constituted, perfection is… (Mother remains absorbed for a long time<\/i>). Words fail. One could say
\nlike this (it is dry and lifeless): It is the consciousness of the unity of the
\nwhole felt in the individual \u2013 felt, lived, realised. But that is nothing, these
\nare nothing but words…. The universe seems to have been created to realise
\nthis paradox of the consciousness of the whole, living (not merely perceived but
\nlived) in every part, in every element constituting the whole. <\/span><\/p>\n

Then as to the formation of these elements, it began by the
\nSeparation and it is the Separation which gave birth to this division between
\nthat one calls the good and the bad; but from the point of view of sensation \u2013
\nsensation in the most material part one can say it is suffering and Ananda. The
\nmovement then is to stop all separation and realise the total consciousness in
\nevery part \u2013 which is from the mental point of view an absurdity, but it is like
\nthat. <\/span><\/p>\n

For my taste it is much too philosophical, it is not sufficiently
\nconcrete; but the experience of this morning was concrete, and it was concrete
\nbecause it came out of extremely concrete sensations in the body, of the
\npresence of this constant <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 112<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

duality (in
\nappearance), of an opposition (not merely opposition but the negation of the one
\nby the other) between… we may take as a symbol suffering and Ananda. And the
\ntrue state \u2013 which it seems impossible to formulate in words for the moment, but
\nwhich was lived and felt \u2013 is a totality containing all, but instead of
\ncontaining all as elements confronting one another, it is a harmony of all, an
\nequilibrium of all. And when this equilibrium will be realised in the creation,
\nthis creation will be able to… (if words are spoken, it is no longer that) one
\ncould say: continue to progress without rupture (it is not that). <\/span><\/p>\n

There was also seen in the present imperfect consciousness, these
\ndays, repeatedly (but all that, methodical and organised through an organisation
\nof the whole infinitely superior to any we can imagine), a state which is the
\none determining the rupture of equilibrium, that is to say, the dissolution of
\nthe form, what is usually called \u201cdeath”, and this state up to its extreme
\nlimit, as a demonstration  <\/span>along
\nwith, at the same time, the state (not the perception but the state) preventing
\nthis rupture of equilibrium and permitting the continuity of the progress
\nwithout rupture. And this gives in the body consciousness the simultaneous (so
\nto say, simultaneous) perception of what one might call the extreme agony of
\ndissolution (although it is not quite that, but still) and then the extreme
\nAnanda of union  <\/span>the two
\nsimultaneous. <\/span><\/p>\n

Thus, translated in ordinary words: extreme frailty \u2013 more than
\nfrailty \u2013 of the form, and the eternity of the form. <\/span><\/p>\n

And it is not merely union, but the fusion, the identification of
\nthe two which is the Truth. <\/span><\/p>\n

When it is mentalised<\/span>, it becomes clear
\nfor everybody \u2013 it loses its essential quality, something that cannot be mentalised<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is the consciousness
\nof the two states that must be simultaneous?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Not divided.
\nIt is the union of the two states which makes the<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 113<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

\ntrue
\nconsciousness, the union of the two  <\/span>\u201cunion” still implies division \u2013 the
\nidentification of the two which makes the true consciousness. And then one has
\nthe feeling that it is that, it is that consciousness, which is the supreme
\nPower. Power is limited by oppositions and negations, is it not? \u2013 the most
\npowerful power is the one that dominates most; but it is wholly an imperfection.
\nThere is, however, an all-powerful Power which is made of the fusion of the two.
\nThat is absolute Power. And if That was realised physically… probably it would
\nbe the end of the problem. <\/span><\/p>\n

Indeed, during the few hours I lived like that this morning, the
\nfeeling was that everything has been mastered and everything understood \u2013 and
\n\u201cunderstood” in that way of comprehension which makes the power absolute. But
\nnaturally that cannot be said. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is that which people who must have had the experience or a touch
\nof the experience translated by saying that this world was the world of
\nequilibrium: that is to say, it is the simultaneity, without division, of all
\ncontraries. As soon as there is some divergence \u2013 not even divergence, any
\ndifference \u2013 it is the beginning of division. And whatever is not that state
\ncannot be eternal; it is that state alone which… not merely contains but
\nexpresses (or what?) the eternity. <\/span><\/p>\n

There have been all kinds of philosophies that have tried to
\nexplain that, but it is up in the air, it is mental, it is speculative. But
\nthat, it is lived  <\/span>\u201clived”, I mean:
\nto be that. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Is it the material
\nequivalent of a psychological experience one has in which the perception of the
\nevil disappears completely in the perception of an absolute Good, even in the
\nevil? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, that is
\nit. One might say that instead of being just a mental conception, it is a
\nconcrete realisation of the fact.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 114<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n
\n22 August 1968<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

About a note written by Mother concerning
\nan ordeal that threatened her physical body. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The doctor advises not to get tired. What is it that tires? Only
\nthat which is useless.<\/span><\/p>\n

To see sincere people to whom it does good is not tiring. <\/span><\/p>\n

But those who come to weigh theories and practices, those who in
\ntheir intelligence believe they are very superior and are capable of
\ndistinguishing the true from the false, who imagine that they can decide whether
\na teaching is true and whether a practice agrees with the Supreme Reality those
\nare indeed tiring and to see them is useless, to say the least. <\/span><\/p>\n

Let these beings of higher intelligence trot as they please on
\ntheir way which will continue thousands of years and leave simple people of
\ngoodwill, those who believe in the divine Grace, to advance quietly on their
\npath of light. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 115<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n


\n28 August 1968<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It was interesting, my child. I have kept all these notes. We will
\ngo through them. It is not finished. It is not finished and I do not know when
\nit will be finished. <\/span><\/p>\n

Have you news? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, Mother. I had seen
\nsomething before 15th August, one night, about 11th August. I saw an enormous,
\nfantastic wave of white foam, a wave taller than a house, fantastic; and driven
\nby this wave a huge boat, all black, which seemed to roll upon the rocks, but
\nnot get crushed: it was pushed by this wave. There was another, much smaller, of
\nlight grey colour<\/span> it seemed to me, but going at a
\nstill greater speed. And this fantastic wave of white foam…<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Many things
\nare astir over there…. You know the happenings in <\/span>Czechoslovakia<\/span>? <\/span><\/p>\n

It is on the move.<\/span><\/p>\n

A black boat? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, a huge boat. And
\ncuriously, one had the feeling that it was rolling upon the rocks (also black),
\nwithout being crushed however<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I am sure the
\nmovement has started…. How long will it take to come to a concrete, visible
\nand organised realisation? I don’t know. <\/span><\/p>\n

Something has started…. It seems it must be the onrush of the new
\nspecies, the new creation, or a new creation in any case. <\/span><\/p>\n

A terrestrial reorganisation<\/span> and a new
\ncreation.<\/span><\/p>\n

For me things became very acute…. It was impossible for me to
\nutter a word, a single word: as soon as I began to talk,
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 116<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

I started
\ncoughing, coughing, coughing. Then I saw it was decided that I should not speak.
\nAnd I remained in that way and I let the curve develop itself. Afterwards I
\nunderstood. We are not at the end, but… (how to say it?) we are on the other
\nside. <\/span><\/p>\n

There was a moment when things were so acute…. Usually I do not
\nlose patience, but it had reached a point where everything, everything in the
\nbeing was as though annulled. Not only could I not speak, but the head was in a
\nstate in which it had never been in the whole of my life: painful, indeed. I did
\nnot see at all, I did not hear at all. Then one day (I will tell you my
\nexperiences presently), one day things were really… it was pain, suffering
\neverywhere; the body said, it said indeed very spontaneously and very strongly:
\n\u201cIt is all the same to me if I am dissolved, and I am also quite ready to live,
\nbut the state in which I am is impossible, it cannot continue \u2013 either to live
\nor to die, but not this.” From that moment, it began to be a little better.
\nThen, little by little things got settled, put in their places. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>I took down notes, they are
\nnot worth much, but I believe they may be useful. (Mother looks for the notes on a table near her.<\/i>) I still do not see.
\nI do not see, only I know. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The first note is dated
\n22nd August<\/span><\/i>: <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor several
\nhours, the landscape was marvellous, of a perfect harmony. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cAlso, for a
\nlong time, visions of the inside of huge temples, of living deities. Each thing
\nhad a reason, a precise aim, to express states of consciousness not mentalised<\/span>. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cVisions
\nconstantly. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cLandscapes.
\n<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cBuildings. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cTowns. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything
\nvast and greatly varied, covering the <\/span><\/i>
\nentire visual field and
\ntranslating the states of body consciousness. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

      <\/span>\u201cMany, many buildings, huge towns being
\nbuilt…\u201d <\/span><\/i>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 117<\/span><\/p>\n

\n


\n\t\t
\n\t\t <\/span><\/i> <\/span>        <\/span><\/i>Yes, the
\nworld is being built, the future world is being built. I was no longer hearing,
\nI was no longer seeing, I was no longer speaking: I was living within there, all
\nthe while, all the while, all the while, night and day. Then as soon as I was
\nable to note down, I noted down that. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll sorts of styles of
\nconstruction, above all new, inexpressible. They are not pictures seen, but
\nplaces where I happen to be.”<\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is
\nthat. I will explain to you what happened. There is another note here which is
\nthe beginning: <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe vital and the mental are
\nsent away so that the physical is truly left to its own resources.” <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

All by
\nitself. All by itself \u00b9. And it was then that I found out to what extent the
\nvital and the mental make what we see and hear and speak. It was… I could see,
\nin the sense that I could move, but it was all very imprecise. Imprecise. I
\ncould hear even less than before, that is to say, very little, just a little;
\nsometimes the same as before; sometimes just a little sound, very far away,
\nwhich others could not hear, I heard. And when they spoke to me, I did not hear
\nthem: \u201cWhat do you say?” I do not know. And that continuously, day and night. <\/span><\/p>\n

One night (it is to tell you that everything was topsy-turvy), but
\none night I had trouble. Something had happened and I<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>A few days later, Mother added: \u201cThe vital and the
\nmental have left, but the psychic being has not left at all. It is the
\nintermediaries that have left. For example, the contact with people (the contact
\nwith people who are present and even with those who are not here), the relation
\nwith them has remained the same, absolutely the same. It is even more constant<\/font><\/span>.\u201d <\/font>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 118<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

had a pretty
\nsevere pain and it was impossible to sleep. I remained concentrated in that
\ncondition and the night passed, it seemed to me, in a few minutes. Then at other
\ntimes, on other days, at other moments, I remained concentrated, and from time
\nto time I asked what time it was. Once it seemed to me that I had remained so
\nfor hours and hours, and I asked for the time: five minutes only…. So
\neverything seemed to be, I cannot say topsy-turvy, but it was a very different
\norder, very different. <\/span><\/p>\n

On the 23rd, it was the birthday of X. I had called him and he was
\nseated. All at once, yes, all at once the head began to be active \u2013 not the
\n\u201chead”, not \u201cthought” (Mother shows some
\nkind of currents and waves passing through her<\/i>); I do not know how to
\nexplain it: it was not a thought, they were a sort of visions, perceptions. And
\nthen I put to him some questions and he took them down. (Mother hands to the disciple a typed note.<\/i>) He has noted down only
\nmy questions, not his answers. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMother said on the
\nafternoon of <\/span><\/i>23rd August 1968<\/span><\/i>: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

               \u201cDo they know
\nhow Matter was formed?” <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It was the
\nphysical that put the questions. I do not know, but probably in contact with the
\natmosphere of X,\u00b9 the body became interested in knowing how all that was formed.
\nAnd X was there, I knew he could answer; so I put to him the questions.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo they know how Matter
\nwas formed? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cTo say that it is
\ncondensed energy is merely to push back the question. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThe true question is:
\nHow did the Supreme manage to manifest Himself in Matter?” <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You see,
\nthese subjects that are considered so important, so<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n <\/font><\/span>\u00b9
\nX was a scientist.<\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 119<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

 <\/span>vast, so noble, so… I speak of them in an
\naltogether childlike tone and with quite ordinary words (Mother laughs<\/i>).<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo they know since when
\nthe earth has existed? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you speak of
\nmillions and millions of years, what does that mean?”<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

They had no
\nwatches, you understand! It was the body, with the simplicity of a child, which
\nsaid: \u201cYou speak of millions and millions of years; with what have you
\nmeasured?” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre they sure that what
\nwe call one year has always represented the same thing?… I had, in this
\nperiod, the consciousness of the unreality of our normal conception of time.
\nSometimes one minute seemed interminable; at other times, hours, even a whole
\nday passed without seeming to have existed. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cDo they say there was a
\nbeginning<\/span><\/i>?” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Here X explains to Mother
\nthe theory according to which the universe passes through successive periods of
\nexpansion and contraction, and this theory seems to please Mother.) <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, they are
\nthe pralayas<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow it is the body that is
\nputting these questions. The mind has left long ago. But the body, the cells of
\nthe body would like to have contact with the true being, without having to pass,
\nso to say, through the vital or even through the mind. That is what is
\nhappening. <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

              \u201cDuring this period I
\nhave had two or three times the Knowledge.\u201d<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\nPage – 120<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

Ah! I have
\nhad moments, twice or thrice, absolutely wonderful and unique moments \u2013 they are
\nuntranslatable, untranslatable.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut as soon as you are aware
\nof such an experience…\u201d <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

You have the
\nexperience and then you become aware of having it; and as soon as you become
\naware of having it, it gets obscured, something gets obscured. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is the whole
\nphenomenon of mental objectification which basically will disappear in the
\ncoming species. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, it seems
\nto be like that. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as you are aware
\nof such an experience, as soon as it is marked in the memory, it is already
\ncompletely falsified. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cBasically,
\nthis is what happens to the scientists. When they have just a bit of knowledge,
\nthey must clothe it, dress it up, to make it accessible to human consciousness,
\nunderstandable to the mind. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201c(After a silence, Mother
\nputs another question:) <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Do they know since when man came into
\nexistence? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

     <\/span>\u201cIt will take less time for the superman to
\nappear than it took man to develop, but it is nothing immediate.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That day, the
\n23rd, I was still… I was still like pulp, my child! So I told myself: to come
\nout of this pulpy state and to become someone effective, someone who exists and
\nacts, well, it will take long. That is what I told him. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But you say also in
\nconcluding the note: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\nPage – 121<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

\u201cWe will have done what
\nwe could.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, I said
\nit to console him! <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, last night, this is what happened (Mother hands another note
\nto the disciple, written by herself).<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNight of the 26th to 27th <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPowerful and prolonged
\npenetration of supramental <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

forces into the body,
\neverywhere at the same time…\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Penetration
\ninto the body. Yes, penetration of the current, I had had on many occasions, but
\nthat night (that is to say, the night before last), it came all of a sudden, as
\nthough there was nothing but a supramental atmosphere; there was nothing but
\nthat. And my body was within it. That was pressing to enter, from everywhere,
\neverywhere, everywhere at the same time \u2013 everywhere. So it was not a current
\nthat was entering, it was an atmosphere that penetrated from everywhere. That
\ncontinued for at least four or five hours. And there was only one part that was
\nhardly penetrated, it was from here to there (Mother indicates between the throat and the
\ncrown of the head<\/i>): there, it had a grey and dull look, as though the
\ncurrent penetrated less there…. But apart from that, all the rest, all… it
\nentered and entered and entered…. I never, never saw anything like it, never!
\nIt lasted for hours and hours. Altogether consciously. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>So, at the time when it came
\nand during the time it was there, I was conscious: \u201cAh, it is for that, it is
\nfor that: it is that, it is that which You want of me, O Lord! It is for that,
\nit is for that, it is that which You want.” At that moment I had the feeling
\nthat something <\/i>was about to happen. <\/span><\/p>\n

I hoped for its return this night, but nothing came about. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was the first time. For hours. There was nothing else but That.
\nAnd this (Mother’s body<\/i>), it was like
\nan absorbing sponge. <\/span><\/p>\n

Only the head, it is still grey, dull \u2013 grey and dull. But <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 122<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

then, all the
\nsame, a very clear vision of whatever has happened to the body during these few
\nmonths, and… almost a hope. Almost a hope, it is as though someone told me
\nthat something could happen here. That’s all. <\/span><\/p>\n

And this, it was as though an answer to what the body had said
\n(perhaps two or three days back), what I told you in the beginning: that it was
\nquite ready to get dissolved (it is a perfect surrender) and it was quite ready
\nto continue to live, under any circumstances whatever, but not in that
\ncondition. Not in that condition of decomposition. To that, however, there was
\nno answer for two days, and then there came this Penetration. That is to say,
\nthe very next day I began to feel a little better, I could begin to… I could
\nnot even remain standing! I did not have the sense of balance; someone had to
\nhold me. I had lost the sense of balance, I could not take a step. It was there
\nthat I protested. And from the next morning it began to recover. <\/span><\/p>\n

Then came the 23rd. I saw X and I noticed that when he was there
\nthe body was quite interested; no, it was not the mental or the vital: they had
\nleft! I do not know if you are able to realise what that means. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is fantastic. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

A body
\nwithout the mind, without the vital. It was in that condition when X came in.
\nThere were only these perceptions (towns, buildings, temples), it lived in soul
\nstates: there were the soul states of others, the soul states of the earth, the
\nsoul states … Soul states that were translated by images. It was interesting.
\nI cannot say it was not interesting; it was interesting, but there was no
\ncontact with material life, very little: I could hardly eat, hardly walk… in
\nshort, it was something with which one had to busy oneself. <\/span><\/p>\n

And then, at the contact of X, the body began to be interested in
\nall that, to put questions quite spontaneously, it did not <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 123<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

 <\/span>know why. It asked and asked: \u201cWell, it is in
\nthat way that one is made…\u201d it began to amuse itself. <\/span><\/p>\n

It will take a little time. <\/span><\/p>\n

When this Penetration came, the day before yesterday, I said to
\nmyself: \u201cAh!” I hoped that the curve would get accelerated and one would come
\nout soon, but this night there was nothing. That makes me say that it will take
\nsome time more. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But it is curious, your
\nnote of the 26th to the 27th adds this: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

            \u201c… as though the whole
\nbody bathed in the forces that penetrated everywhere at the same time with a
\nslight friction. ” <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

And then you say: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThe head down to the
\nneck was the least receptive region.” <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It is curious that it was
\nthe least receptive. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

No, it is the
\nmost mentalised<\/span> region, isn’t it? It is the mind that
\noffers the obstacle. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is curious, each time
\nyou had one of these great moments, or these big blows, if I may say so, each
\ntime it was the mental and the vital that were swept away. The first time also,
\nin 1962<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, each
\ntime. <\/span><\/p>\n

I know, it is so: the mental and the vital have been the
\ninstruments for… grinding Matter \u2013 to grind and grind and grind in every way,
\nthe vital by its sensations, the mind by its thoughts \u2013 to grind and grind. But
\nthey seem to me to be passing instruments
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 124<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

that will be
\nreplaced by other states of consciousness. <\/span><\/p>\n

You understand, it is a phase of universal development, and they
\nwill be… they will fall away as instruments no longer useful. <\/span><\/p>\n

And then I have had the concrete experience of what is this Matter
\nground by the vital and the mental, but without the vital and without the mental
\n… it is another thing. <\/span><\/p>\n

But this \u201cperception of soul states”, there were things…
\nmarvels! No mental conception, none<\/i>,
\ncan be so wonderful, none. I have passed through moments… whatever one can
\nfeel, see, humanly, is nothing<\/i> in
\ncomparison with that. There were moments… moments absolutely wonderful. But
\nwithout thought, without thought. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There are still several
\nnotes there which I have not read out to you. You say: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cFor man, in the majority
\nof cases, consciousness begins with sensation. For the body, all the sensations
\nwere as if reduced, or rather suppressed: sight and hearing as if behind a veil.
\nBut extremely clear perception of the degree of harmony or disharmony. A
\ntranslation in image: not thought, not even felt<\/span><\/i>.” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I told you, I
\nhave seen… it is not \u201cseen” as a picture is seen; it is to be within<\/i>, within a certain place. I never
\nsaw or felt anything so beautiful as that, and it was not felt, it was… I do
\nnot know how to explain it. There were moments absolutely wonderful, wonderful,
\nunique. And this was not thought, I could not even describe \u2013 how to describe?
\nYou can begin to describe only when you begin to think. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is yet another
\nnote: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe state of
\nconsciousness of the body and the quality<\/span><\/i> <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 125<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

of its activity depend on
\nthe individual or individuals with whom it happens to be.” <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Ah! that was
\nvery interesting. It was very interesting because I saw it like this (gesture as
\nof a film being unrolled), it was changing. Someone was approaching me: there
\nwas a change in it. Something happened to someone: there was a change in it. I
\nhad near me Y and Z ; my child, one day… I do not know what happened to them:
\nthey were superhuman; one day when probably in appearance I was in danger, I do
\nnot know, one day, during the whole day, images (not \u201cimages”: these places
\nwhere I was), it was so wonderfully beautiful, harmonious… it was
\ninexpressible, inexpressible. And then, the least thing that changed in their
\nconsciousness, ah, there, all began to change! It was a kind of perpetual
\nkaleidoscope, day and night. If one could note that down… it was unique; it
\nwas unique. And the body was inside there, yes, almost porous-porous, without
\nresistance as though the thing was passing through. <\/span><\/p>\n

I have had some most wonderful hours, I believe the most wonderful
\nthat one can have upon earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

And then, it was so expressive and so revealing. So expressive. One
\nnight, for two hours, these temples of which I speak (it is not physical), so
\nimmense, so majestic… the living deities, my child! not images. And I know
\nwhat it is. And then the state of consciousness of Eternity, oh!… as though
\nabove all circumstances. <\/span><\/p>\n

There were things unique, but how to relate them?… Impossible,
\nimpossible, not even sufficient consciousness to be able to write. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The note continues: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThe seat and the field
\nof its [the body’s] consciousness as well as the quality of its activity change
\nand vary according to the beings present, on a whole scale<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 126<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n

 <\/span>from the most material up to the most
\nspiritual, passing through all varieties of intellectual activity. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cBut the
\nperception of the Presence is constant and associated with all states of
\nconsciousness, whatever they are…\u201d <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Ah! I became
\naware that the cells, everywhere like this, all the time, all the time were
\nrepeating their Mantra, all the time, all the time. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the Mantra is
\nrepeated spontaneously and automatically in a kind of \u2018fluid’ peace.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It is for
\nthis, well, one cannot say that it was suffering, one cannot say that it was
\nill; this is not possible, not possible. <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 127<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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