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\n17 May 1969 <\/font> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Is it possible that the
\nindividuality gets dissolved after death? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

These
\nnotions about individuality… they are very much changed for me, very much.
\nEven the whole of this morning… But for a long time, for at least a month, it
\nhas been different. <\/span><\/p>\n

When people speak of individuality, there is always as though…
\nat least in the background, some separation, that is to say, something existing
\nindependently and having its own destiny. But now, as the consciousness in this
\nbody knows it, it is almost like a pulsation of \u201csomething” which for the
\nmoment has a separate action, but is at bottom, in essence always one; as
\nsomething which is projected like this (gesture
\nof expansion<\/i>) for the moment with a form, and then which can (gesture of contraction<\/i>), can at will
\nannul this form. It is very difficult to explain, but in any case the feeling
\nof the permanence of the separation has disappeared altogether. The universe is
\nan exteriorisation<\/span> (same gesture of pulsation<\/i>) of the Supreme Consciousness; it is our
\nincapacity for a total vision which gives us the sense of fixity; it is not
\nthere, it is something like pulsations or… in fact, it is a play of forms \u2013
\nthere is only one<\/i> Being. There is
\nonly one Being, only one, only one Consciousness, only one Being. The
\nseparation, it is truly… I do not know what has happened. And it is this that
\nhas done all the mischief \u2013 all the unhappiness, all the misery…. This body
\nhas just passed, for some days, through a series of experiences (too long to
\nnarrate), through all the states of consciousness that one can pass through,
\nstarting from the sense of the sole reality of that (Mother pinches her skin with her hand<\/i>), of the substance, with all
\nthe miseries, all the suffering resulting from the belief that Matter is the
\nsole reality; from that up to the liberation. It has been, hour after hour, a
\nlabour.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 165<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span>But even before this, the consciousness of the cells had realised
\nthe unity, the true<\/i> essential unity,
\nwhich could<\/i> become total if this sort
\nof illusion disappeared. Indeed, the illusion that created this misery was
\nlived so intensely that it became almost unbearable, with all the horrors and frightfulnesses<\/span> created by it in the human consciousness
\nand upon earth…. There had been things… frightful. And just after \u2013 just
\nafter \u2013 the liberation. <\/span><\/p>\n

What still remains to be lived, that is to say, the experience
\nstill to be realised is… the next forward move of creation, of Matter \u2013 the
\nnext step to return to the true Consciousness. That, it is… <\/span><\/p>\n

It seems decided that something like a beginning, or a trial
\nexperience, is about to be gone through (Mother
\ntouches her body<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a question of the intensity of faith and of the power to
\nbear which this faith gives. All depends on the capacity of passing through the
\nnecessary experiences. <\/span><\/p>\n

In any case, all the old notions, the old ways of understanding
\nthings, all that is gone, gone for good, has passed away. <\/span><\/p>\n

And all that necessarily is the way of return; one had to go
\nthrough that, one has still to go through that \u2013 but not the same thing, but
\nalways moving forward until one can… until that is capable of living the
\nTruth. I do not know, the feeling is that it is moving as fast as it is
\npossible to go; truly the Consciousness is at work making us move as fast as it
\nis possible. It is no longer the hour of a lingering somnolence. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But by individuality I
\ndo not mean an ego; I mean the something which remains the same through all
\nlives, the same thing which progresses through all lives, following up its
\ngrowth.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That, it is
\nthe Supreme.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n Page – 166<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span><\/i>Yes, but there is
\nsomething which… <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is the
\nSupreme conscious of Himself…  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>…partially. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, that’s it, there is
\nsomething<\/span><\/i>… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The Supreme conscious
\nof Himself partially. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That follows a path of growth<\/span><\/i>.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, that is
\nthe process. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is the process which has been used for the evolution. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is that which I
\ncall individuality. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

That is
\nunderstood. That is the process, that has been the process of the creation. <\/span><\/p>\n

Because it was the process of the creation, men confused it
\nwith… <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

Separation,
\nego. <\/span><\/p>\n

But that,\u00b9 it is evident. That remains, that cannot disappear. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

What is going to happen, I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

The body is not concerned at all with itself; it is like this (Mother opens out her hands<\/i>), it is all
\nthe time: \u201cWhat Thou <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>This \u201csomething” which persists<\/font><\/span>.<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/span>Page – 167<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

willest<\/span><\/span>, Lord, what Thou willest<\/span>”… and with a smile and a perfect joy \u2013 like this,
\nlike this, like this (Mother makes a
\ngesture indicating this side of the world or the other side or all kinds of
\nother sides<\/i>). Very strangely, it has been given a consciousness having
\nnothing to do with time; you understand, there is no more \u201cwhen it was not”,
\nno more \u201cwhen it will not be”, no more… it is not like that, it is wholly
\nsomething moving. But truly this is very interesting. And all, all these
\nreactions, sensations, feelings, all this has changed altogether, changed even
\nin appearance. It is a different thing. <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, the states in which one could be when one is in the highest
\nconsciousness, those that united, those that were automatically one with the
\nSupreme Consciousness, that possessed the consciousness of all \u2013 that state has
\nbecome the natural state of the body. Effortless, spontaneous: it cannot be
\notherwise. So what is going to happen, how is that going to be translated? I do
\nnot know. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is contrary to all habits. <\/span><\/p>\n

Does this consciousness know what has to be done materially?… I
\ndo not know. But the body does not concern itself with it; it goes on doing
\nfrom second to second what it has got to do, without putting questions. No
\ncomplications, no planning, nothing, nothing. <\/span><\/p>\n

There you are. <\/span><\/p>\n

We shall see; it is interesting.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 168<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n24 May
\n1969 <\/font> <\/span><\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is difficult… in English one would say: it’s not a joke….
\nEverything, everything is getting disorganised<\/span>,
\neverything is getting disorganised<\/span>. One sees very
\nwell, however, that the disorganisation<\/span> is moving towards<\/i> a higher organisation, that is
\nto say, a widening, a liberation \u2013 that is true…. But nothing, nothing is
\ngoing the ordinary way.  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The body has reached a state of consciousness in which it knows
\nthat death may make a change, but not \u2013 it is not a disappearance (not a
\ndisappearance of the consciousness). And then, this idea that the vast majority
\nof people have: the repose of death (Mother
\nplaces her hand upon her mouth, as if before a mighty stupidity<\/i>). Not even
\nthis consolation. For the majority of people it is the contrary of repose. And
\nso there also, but in a way still more acute and intense: \u201cThe only, only, one
\nhope is… Lord, Thou. To be Thou, may there be nothing but Thee, and may this
\nseparation, this difference disappear; it is monstrous! May it disappear, so
\nthat it be as Thou willest<\/span>: Thyself in full activity,
\nor Thyself in complete repose, it has no importance of any kind; either this
\nway or that, it has no importance at all, no importance at all. What is
\nimportant is to be Thou.”\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

This is the absolute certitude<\/i>
\n(Mother closes both her fists<\/i>) that
\nthere is only one<\/i> door of exit from
\nall that, one<\/i> only \u2013 only one, there
\nare no two; there is no choice, not several possibilities but only one: it is…
\nthe supreme Door, the Marvel of Marvels. All the rest… all the rest, it is
\nnot possible. <\/span><\/p>\n

And all that, it is the experience of this (Mother points to her body<\/i>); it is not mental, it is altogether,
\naltogether material. <\/span><\/p>\n

I am seeing, for the consciousness of people is open to me (there
\nis no difference, it is altogether open), so I am seeing: <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 169<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span>in the vast
\nmajority, the vast majority, the idea, when things become truly painful: \u201cOh!”
\n\u2013 there is always this sort of idea \u2013 \u201cOh, one day, it will all end.” What
\nnonsense!  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But why? Why?… From time to time the body becomes anxious: Why?
\nWhy, why all this, why? When it sees, when it is in contact with suffering,
\nwith people, with miseries and difficulties, why, why? Why… why? <\/span><\/p>\n

Since this creation can become a wonder, one with the supreme
\nConsciousness, why, why then was there the need of all that (Mother describes a circle coming back to the
\nstarting-point<\/i>)? <\/span><\/p>\n

From time to time, this happens to it. <\/span><\/p>\n

In fact, evidently it is meaningless, for it serves no purpose \u2013
\nit is like that, it is like that. All the \u201cwhy’s” will not prevent it from
\nbeing like that. All that one has to do is to find out the means that it may no
\nlonger be so, that’s all.  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I think always of Buddha and of all of them: they go to get
\ndissolved in the Lord and then there will be nothing ! (Mother holds her head within her hands<\/i>.) <\/span><\/p>\n

And then, in order to make their theory appear something like
\ntruth, they say (Mother laughs<\/i>) that
\nit is an \u201cerror”; they do not see the absurdity of their theory, as if the
\nSupreme Lord could commit an error… and had only to repent and withdraw ! <\/span><\/p>\n

These people, all these people, the more they are convinced, the
\nmore one has the feeling that they have closed themselves off with blinkers.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span>Page – 170<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span>But, in fact, your body
\nis a symbol of the whole earth. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It looks
\nlike that.  <\/span><\/p>\n

So everything comes to
\nyou to get purified. <\/span><\/i>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but
\nthat does not console me. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but I have the feeling
\nthat once a thing, whatever it is, has touched you, it cannot go back into the
\nworld the same as it was before<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It looks
\nlike that. Extraordinary things are happening all the time. All the time, all
\nthe time, at every minute I hear of things really extraordinary. <\/span><\/p>\n

But that does not console it… it has no amour-propre<\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but it serves some
\npurpose. <\/span><\/i>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah! Yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

It purifies \u2013\u00a0 <\/span>it must purify the world<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It does not worry
\neven about its purification… I do not know how to explain…. It is day and
\nnight, without break: \u201cWhat Thou willest<\/span>, O Lord,
\nwhat Thou willest<\/span>”… Yes, \u201cwillest<\/span>”,
\nnot \u201cwantest<\/span>”, because it is not merely like this (gesture turned inward<\/i>), it is also like
\nthis (gesture turned outward, spread out<\/i>).
\n\u201cWhat Thou willest<\/span>, what Thou wantest<\/span>”,
\nthat’s all. Such is its perpetual status.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

In any case (this, it is quite clear), the Consciousness which<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 171<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span>is at work
\nto help it in its labour, has made it per-fect-ly<\/span>
\nunderstand that to go away is not a solution. Even if before, it had a
\ncuriosity to know what it will be, this curiosity has gone; then the desire to
\nstay on, that also has gone away long ago. The possible desire to go away, when
\nthat becomes a little… suffocating, that also has gone with the idea that it
\nwill change nothing at all. So, there is left only one thing for it, to perfect
\nthe acceptance. That’s all. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/font>Page – 172<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n28 May
\n1969 <\/font> <\/span><\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is only one solution, it is the direct contact of the
\nphysical with the Supreme. That is the only thing. <\/span><\/p>\n

There you are. <\/span><\/p>\n

But the cells of the body… (I do not know if it is particular to
\nthis body, I cannot believe that this body is so exceptional), but they are absolutely<\/i> convinced, and they try, they
\ntry, they try all the while, all the while, all the while, with every misery,
\nwith every difficulty, with every… there is only one solution \u2013 only one
\nthing: “Thou, Thou alone, to Thee alone-Thou alone existest<\/span>.”
\nIt is this which is translated in the consciousness of people like the
\nBuddhists and others, as world-illusion, but it is only a half-translation. <\/span><\/p>\n

But the true solution is this: \u201cThou alone existest<\/span>,
\nThou alone.\u201d All the rest… all the rest is misery: misery, suffering…
\nobscurity. <\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps \u2013 perhaps it is… Evidently in the conception of Sri
\nAurobindo, the Supramental escapes from all this misery. <\/span><\/p>\n

There is only That. Otherwise, it is difficult. <\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps the half-measures now no longer suffice… I do not know.
\nPerhaps it is time to take one’s stand definitely. <\/span><\/p>\n

As for this body, it has taken its stand. But I felt… one must
\nbe very, very enduring \u2013 very enduring \u2013 so I did not urge others to do it, but
\nall that amounts to saying that perhaps it is time<\/i>. I do not know.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page \u2013 173<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n31 May
\n1969 <\/font> <\/span><\/b><\/a><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The night before last, I spent more than three hours with Sri
\nAurobindo and I was showing him all that was about to come down for Auroville<\/span>. It was quite interesting. There were games,
\nthere was art, there was even cooking! But all that was very symbolic. And I
\nwas explaining to him as though on a table, in front of a vast landscape. I was
\nexplaining to him the principle on which physical exercises and games were
\ngoing to be organised. It was very clear, very precise, I was giving as though
\na demonstration, and it was as though I was showing on a very small scale a
\nminiature representation of what was going to be done. I was moving people and
\nthings (gesture, as though on a
\nchess-board<\/i>). But it was very interesting, and he was very much interested:
\nhe was laying down the broad laws of organisation (I do not know how to
\nexplain). There was art and it was beautiful, it was good. And how to make the
\nhouses pleasant and pretty, upon what principle of construction. And then even
\nthe kitchen; it was so amusing, each one brought forward his invention…. This
\nwent on for three hours \u2013\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>three hours
\nof the night, it is a lot ! Very interesting. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet conditions upon
\nearth seem to be very far from all that<\/span><\/i> … <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(After some hesitation<\/i>) No… it was
\nright there, it did not seem to be \u201cforeign” to earth. It was a harmony: a
\nconscious harmony behind things; a conscious harmony behind the physical
\nexercises and the games; a conscious harmony behind the decoration, the art; a
\nconscious harmony behind the food… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I mean that all this
\nseems to be at the opposite pole of what is now upon earth.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Not… <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage -174<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

No? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I saw X
\ntoday and I was telling him that the whole organisation of the arts and sports,
\neven of food and all the rest, was ready in the subtle physical \u2013 ready to come
\ndown and embody itself \u2013 and I told him, \u201cWhat is needed is just a handful of
\nearth (gesture of cupping the hands<\/i>),
\na handful of earth where one could grow the plant…. One must find a handful
\nof earth to let it grow.”
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I do not know whether it
\nis a correct perception, but it is now months that I have been having the
\nfeeling that the earth has never been in such darkness. I feel it is a
\nformidable darkness. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, yes.
\nBut the two are there. It is true. The confusion<\/i>
\n\u2013 it is a confusion, a dark confusion, yes. A dark confusion, but it is what
\nSri Aurobindo was always saying: the confusion becomes all the more intense and
\ndark at the time the light is about to dawn. It is so. It appears as a dark
\nchaos. And the Chinese… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Mother, do you know that
\nin the West the books that have influence (not only influence, but are read and
\ndevoured by young people) are the books of Mao-Tse-Tung<\/span>?
\n<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

What does
\nthe man say? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

He says, \u201cPower springs
\nfrom the barrel of a gun.’<\/span><\/i>‘ (Mother remains
\nsilent.) That is what is read in the
\nWest. And the last great bestseller is a book entitled something like The
\nWretched, which is an apology <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n Page – 175<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

for violence: power must
\nbe seized by violence. It is this which has success in the West; it is this
\nwhich all the students swallow.\u00b9<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh! An
\napology for violence … <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

A gospel of violence. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That is the
\nvital in its fullness.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh! That explains
\nall the visions I have had. I believed… I was blaming my body, I was saying:
\nthis poor body, it has an unfortunate atavism: always horrible, horrible
\nimaginations \u2013 and they were not imaginations, it was conscious of what was
\nhappening… oh!… <\/span><\/p>\n

It is very interesting, what you have just told me, because
\nyesterday (these days, these three days), in front of the horror of the
\nperception of things, this body (which is the very opposite of being
\nsentimental; it has never, never been sentimental), this body wept…. It was
\nnot weeping physically, naturally, but it was… And it said, with an inner
\nintensity, \u201cOh! Why does this world exist?” In that way, so it was… it was
\nhorrid, sad, miserable… so it was miserable and… so horrible, oh!… But immediately
\nit got the Answer \u2013 it was not an answer in words, it was simply… as though a
\nvastness opening into the Light. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n


\n\u00b9 The
\nreference is to a book by Frantz Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth, the central
\ntheme of which is: violence alone pays. \u201cThe practice of violence binds men
\ntogether as a whole, since each individual forms a violent link in the great
\nchain, a part of the great organism of violence which has surged upward.” This
\nbook has been prefaced by Jean-Paul Sartre, who says still more clearly:
\n\u201cIrrepressible violence… is man recreating himself.” It is the \u201cmad fury”
\nthrough which \u201cthe wretched of the earth” can \u201cbecome men”. \u201cTo shoot down a
\nEuropean is to kill two birds with one stone… there remains a dead man and a
\nfree man.” (Quotations from the Indian Express of 30 May 1969) <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n Page – 176<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 Then, there
\nis nothing to say any more. <\/span><\/p>\n

But how can That, that vastness, become this?… I do not know.
\nThe question: \u201cHow did That become this?” It is in that way that it came to
\nme: \u201cHow could That, that Marvel, have become this, this hideous, monstrous
\nthing?” <\/span><\/p>\n

But the procedure for changing this back again into That, I do not
\nknow…. The procedure is… abdication (how to say it?), self-giving (it is
\nnot that). But everything, everything appeared to it so gruesome. There was a
\nwhole day very, very, very difficult. And strangely enough, I knew at that
\nmoment that it was the exact repetition of the experience that Siddhartha
\nBuddha had had and that it was while he was in<\/i>
\nthis experience that he had said: \u201cThere is only one way out: Nirvana.” And at
\nthe same time<\/i> I was in the state of
\ntrue consciousness: his solution and the true one. It was really interesting.
\nHow the Buddhist solution is only one step taken \u2013 one step. And it is beyond that
\n(not in another way, but beyond that) that the true solution lies. It was a
\ndecisive experience. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But what, after all, is this creation?… Well, separation, and
\nthen wickedness, cruelty \u2013 the thirst for doing harm, one might say \u2013 then
\nsuffering, just the joy of inflicting suffering, and then all the illness and
\ndecomposition and death \u2013 the destruction. All that, forming part of the same
\nthing. What has happened?… And the experience that I had was of the unreality
\nof these things, as though you had entered into an unreal falsehood, and all
\ndisappears as you come out of it \u2013 it
\ndoes not exist<\/i>, it is not. This is what is frightful ! What is for us so
\nreal, so concrete, so terrifying, all that does not exist. It is… you have
\nentered into Falsehood. Why? How? What?… <\/span><\/p>\n

But never, never in the whole life-long existence of this body,
\nnot for once even, had it felt… such a total, such a deep pain as on that
\nday… oh!… something which… (Mother
\npresses <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i>Page -177<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 <\/span><\/i>her throat<\/span><\/i>). And then at the end
\nof that, the Bliss. And then, pfft<\/span>! It is wiped away,
\nas though: \u201cnot yet, not yet, it is not yet the time.” As though all that, all
\nthat which is so frightful did not exist.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the end, probably \u2013 probably \u2013 it is only the earth (that I do
\nnot know). It does not seem to be so, for the moon is very concretely a
\ndesolation. In short, there is still a feeling very strong and very exact that
\nit is something limited that is like that, in this Falsehood. And unreal.<\/i> And we are all in the Falsehood
\nand Unreality; that is why it is like that. And what was interesting was that
\nthis escape into Nirvana was not the solution, was only a remedy, a remedy for
\na time (how to explain? I do not know), partial. A partial cure, and, one might
\nalmost say, momentary. <\/span><\/p>\n

And then that, for a moment it is a paroxysm. Afterwards comes the
\nlong way: one must carry on, carry on progressively the work of transformation.
\nAnd then, the next minute, it is what Sri Aurobindo has called the supramental
\nbeing. It is as though the passage from the one to the other. <\/span><\/p>\n

But how will all this change? I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, the other day I had
\na perception, it was so concrete, that the earth was as though under a dark
\nrobe \u2013 it is what you call Falsehood, Illusion. It was something that covered
\nthe earth. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, yes. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I felt that, but very
\nconcretely, a black robe<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Only it must be pulled
\noff <\/span><\/i>for the whole world…<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(After a silence<\/i>) I cannot say, it is
\ninexpressible; it was something <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 178<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 that
\ncontained horror, fright, pain \u2013 and a compassion, oh! so intense…. Never,
\nnever had this body felt like that. And besides, it put the body in a condition
\nquite… quite critical for some hours. And afterwards it was as though
\neverything \u2013 each and every thing \u2013 came with a Smile and a shining Light, as
\nthough (translated in a child’s image) as though the Lord was saying, \u201cYou see,
\nI am everywhere. You see, I am in everything.\u201d And it was incredible \u2013
\nincredible…. But there is no communication between the two. <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, it was at the time when the body was saying: \u201cHow is it? Is
\nit going to be necessary to con-ti-nue<\/span> that? Must
\none, must one con-ti-nue<\/span> that? The world, people, the
\nwhole creation \u2013 to continue that?”… That appeared… I understood all at
\nonce: Ah ! It is this which they have translated as \u201ceternal hell”. It is
\nthis. It is someone who has had this perception. <\/span><\/p>\n

And all the means \u2013 which could be called artificial, including
\nNirvana \u2013 all the means of coming out of that are worth nothing. Beginning with
\nthe idiot who kills himself to \u201cput an end” to his life (this of course is, of
\nall the idiocies, the most idiotic; it makes one’s case still worse), starting
\nfrom there right up to Nirvana (where one imagines one is able to escape), all that,
\nall that is worth nothing<\/i>. They are
\nall at different levels, but all are worth nothing<\/i>.
\nAnd then, after that, at the time when you really have the feeling of an
\neverlasting hell, all of a sudden… (nothing but a state of consciousness, it
\nis nothing else but that), all of a sudden a state of consciousness… in which
\nall is light, splendour<\/span>, beauty, happiness,
\ngoodness… and everything inexpressible. And it is like that: \u201cThere, there
\nyou are”, and then, pfft<\/span> ! it appears and then, hop
\n! off it goes. And then the Consciousness which sees, which asserts itself and
\nsays, \u201cNow, next step, the next step.” So, it is that, it is in the presence
\nof all that that the body had… never, never in all its life had it felt such
\npain, and even now… <\/span><\/p>\n

Is that, is that the lever?… I do not know. But the salvation is physical<\/i> \u2013 not at all mental, but physical<\/i>. I mean to say<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 179<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 that it is
\nnot escape, it is here. This I felt very strongly.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the body had a few very difficult hours. And always, for it,
\nit is all the same; it says, \u201cWell and good”; it is quite ready for the
\ndissolution or… There was no question of that. The question was not that; the
\nquestion was, to know how to receive the Cure…. And how is it? \u2013 with our
\nmeans, it is inexpressible. <\/span><\/p>\n

But it is not that it is veiled or hidden or whatever: it is there<\/i>. Why? What is it in the whole that
\ntakes away from you the power to live it? I do not know. It is there. It is there<\/i>. And all the rest, including death
\nand all, becomes truly a falsehood, that is to say, something that does not
\nexist. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is a robe that
\nis to be taken off<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

If it were
\nonly that, it would be nothing. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, I mean that all
\nthis, this Illusion, is like a robe that has to be taken off from the earth<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is
\nthat. Yes, it is that ! But is it only the earth? I do not know. They are going
\nhigh up there to see! <\/span><\/p>\n

All that I know, the feeling I have, is that it is concentrated
\nhere. Here is the concentration, here is the work. Maybe it is also… the
\nwhole solar system, I do not know. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

But one cannot get out of it all alone. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Yes !… Sweet Mother,
\nthe other day you said something. You said, \u201cIt is time to take one’s stand.”
\nYou said, \u201cThe body, on its side, has taken its stand,” but till now you did
\nnot dare push others to do the same, and you said, \u201cNow it is time to take
\none’s stand.”<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 180<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 Yes, I
\nbelieve so.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But what do you mean by
\n“taking one’s stand”<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

This, this consciousness
\nin which the body is now, that all this is unreal. <\/span><\/p>\n

The body, if it were asked, would say, \u201cI do not know if I am
\nalive, I do not know if I am dead.” Because it is truly like that. During some
\nminutes it has altogether the feeling that it is dead; at other moments it has
\nthe feeling that it is alive. It is like that. And it feels that that depends
\nexclusively upon… whether one sees the Truth or not. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon what
\ndoes that depend?…  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

According to what others say or write or experience, I have seen
\nthat what the vast majority of mankind fears most is this perception: that it
\nis a Falsehood and all that leads towards it. I know people (they have written
\nto me) who had terrible frights quite lately because all of a sudden they were
\nseized by force; there was something that began to touch them: the perception
\nof the unreality of life. So that shows the vastness of the way to be trod. It
\nmeans that all hope of a near solution seems to be a childishness. Unless… things
\ntake another turn. <\/span><\/p>\n

If it is to follow the movement it has been following till now…
\nthere have been centuries and centuries and centuries…. Then the superman
\nwould still be only a stage and afterwards there would be many other things… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Each time I think of
\nthat, I always have the feeling that the only solution is that you should have
\na glorious<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i>Page – 181<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

 \u00a0<\/span>body, visible to everyone; then all could come
\nand see \u2013 come and see the Divine, how it is! <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother laughs<\/i>) That would be very convenient
\nindeed! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It would be such an
\nupsetting of all their notion<\/span><\/i> … <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, well
\ncertainly! It would be so convenient. Will it be like that?… <\/span><\/p>\n

That, surely I am in full agreement ! And I would be very glad if
\nit were anyone, it does not matter who; I have not the least desire that it
\nshould be myself ! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Come and see the Divine,
\nhow it is <\/span><\/i>! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, how it
\nis ! (Mother remains gazing for a long
\ntime<\/i>.)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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