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\n


\n9
\n February 1972<\/span><\/b> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n


\nThis
\ntalk begins with Mother’s comments on the message<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\n to be distributed on the Darshan of <\/font> <\/span>21
\n February 1972<\/span><\/font>. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe complete unification
\nof the whole being around the psychic centre is the essential condition to
\nrealise a perfect sincerity.\u201d <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I have
\nobserved that people were insincere simply because one part of the being says
\none thing and another part says another thing. It is that which constitutes
\ninsincerity. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But it is very difficult
\nto have a state of consciousness that is permanent, to have always the same
\nconsciousness ruling all the time. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But that is
\ntrue so long as one is not unified, my child. As for me it has always been the
\nsame thing (Mother makes a gesture of a
\nstraight line<\/i>) for years and years. It comes from there, it is the psychic
\nconsciousness, and it is <\/span>CONSTANT<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

I have had recently for some moments the experience of un-unified
\nconsciousness, but it has not been like that for years and years, at least for
\nthirty years.\u00b9 Directly the psychic being became the master, began ruling the
\nbeing, it was finished \u2013 finished, and it has been like that (same gesture of a straight line<\/i>). This
\nindeed is a sure sign, always like that, always the same. And it is always the
\nsame thing: \u201cWhat Thou willest, what Thou willest.\u201d And this \u201cThou\u201d is not
\nsomething that is up there in some far-off region and whom one does not know:
\nHe is everywhere, He is in everything, He is there constantly, He is within the
\nbeing \u2013 and you cling to Him in that way; this the only solution. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>In fact sixty-five.<\/font><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 290<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

This is a recent discovery of mine. It is the discovery why people
\nare insincere (even when they try to be sincere) \u2013 because it is now one part,
\nnow another part and now a third part that is so; that part is then quite
\nsincere in its demands, but it is not in consonance with the rest. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, this means that the
\npsychic consciousness enters into the physical consciousness. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

Because, there alone
\nthings are permanent. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes…  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The psychic
\nconsciousness must enter into the ordinary physical consciousness.  <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

That is the difficult
\nthing. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But, my
\nchild, that happened to me, as I told you, at least thirty years ago. <\/span><\/p>\n

The psychic consciousness was always there ruling the being and
\nguiding it. And all impressions, everything was placed before it in this way (gesture as though in front of a searchlight<\/i>)
\nso that it might give the right direction. And the physical also was all the
\ntime as though listening always to the command from the Divine. But the thing
\nwas constant, constant \u2013 before I came here. I came here in that state \u2013 it was
\nlong ago. And the thing has not flickered. It is only recently that I had this
\nexperience\u00b9<\/span> <\/span>one night
\nfor some hours, two to three hours \u2013 well, it was horrible, it appeared to me
\nhellish. It was to make <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>The experience of un-unified
\nconsciousness.<\/font><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 291<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

me know, to
\nmake me understand the condition of others. And then, when the psychic is no
\nlonger there… <\/span><\/p>\n

The body is like this, always listening, listening, always
\nlistening (gesture upward or inward<\/i>)
\n\u2013 listening. But the thing is not expressed in words, \u2013 the Divine’s command, \u2013
\nit expresses itself just like a will asserting itself (gesture of an unshakable descent<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

Need I add anything to make it precise? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You said, \u201ccomplete
\nunification of the whole being\u201d. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That means
\nthe physical also. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 292<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n26
\n February 1972<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n


\nThis
\ntalk begins with Mother’s comments on the message<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\n to be distributed on February
\n29, the Golden Day, anniversary <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\nof the descent of the Supramental Manifestation
\nupon earth in 1956. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is only when the
\nSupramental manifests in the body-mind that its presence can be permanent.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

This message
\nis a saying of Sri Aurobindo’s \u2013 they have made out as though it was my saying.
\nIt was Sri Aurobindo who wrote it, I simply said: Sri Aurobindo has said
\n\u201cpermanently\u201d. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But, Mother, it is your
\nexperience, therefore… <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

(Mother laughs). <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But it would
\nbe wiser to speak of it when it has been done! When it has been installed,
\nthen… For the moment… (gesture of
\nswinging from one side to another<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

This discipline of the physical
\nmind is… I do not know by which end to catch it. I find it very difficult. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Very
\ndifficult. It is very difficult. <\/span><\/p>\n

You must begin by obtaining the silence at will. To obtain the
\nsilence at any moment. I believe that is the starting-point. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but to get the
\nsilence at will is not difficult, you concentrate for a second and it truly
\nfalls silent. And as long as you are concentrated, it is perfectly silent. But
\nthe moment you relax your concentration, finished. (<\/span><\/i>Mother laughs) That moves,
\nmoves this way, moves that way. <\/i><\/span> <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\nPage – 293<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

The mind now
\nhas lost the habit of running about. That habit it must lose. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

How to do it? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I do not
\nknow, because for me it was spontaneous. Only when someone speaks to me or when
\nsomething comes to shake me out of it… otherwise, left to itself, quite
\nnaturally it is like that (gesture of
\nimmobility, turned upward<\/i>)…. Perhaps that is the way (same gesture<\/i>): contemplating the Divine
\nin this manner.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(A smiling silence<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is that, the natural state (same
\ngesture<\/i>). Strangely enough it is even translated by … a sensation in the
\nbody, the sensation of being wholly enveloped, just as if a baby were swathed.
\nYes, truly it is like that, being enveloped by the Divine (gesture<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is now two or three days, I do not remember exactly, there was
\na great difficulty and then immediately I felt myself enveloped (gesture<\/i>) like a baby being carried in
\nthe arms of the Divine. You understand, it was like that. It was as though I
\nwas a baby being carried in the arms of the Divine. And then … after a time
\n(but it was rather long) when it had been solely in the Divine Presence like
\nthat, the pain disappeared. It did not even ask for the pain to go, it left. It
\ntook a little time, it left.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had completely, completely the feeling of being a baby enveloped
\n(gesture<\/i>) in the arms of the Divine.
\nExtraordinary. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 294<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, for a time it is like that: \u201cWhat Thou willest, what Thou
\nwillest\u201d and then that too falls silent… (Mother
\nopens her hands upward in a gesture of offering<\/i>). <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span>It is the type of
\nconcentration that must change. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Because when you follow
\nthis discipline of the physical mind and when it thus escapes you to the right
\nand to the left, you always resume the concentration mentally and mentally
\nre-establish silence. So each time it is through the mind that you practise the
\ndiscipline …\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ah!  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

…but the mind, the
\nvery moment you relax it… There must be a descent of something, something must
\ntake possession. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Indeed, it
\nis the feeling of a baby’s powerlessness, you understand? But it is not a thing
\n\u201cthought out\u201d, \u201cwilled\u201d, it is absolutely spontaneous, and then from there you
\npass into a state… (Mother opens her
\nhands in a smile of beatitude<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

So long as there is this feeling of someone who wills, who does a
\nthing and all that, it is useless … (same
\ngesture, hands open in a smile<\/i>).<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother goes into
\ncontemplation.<\/i>)<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 295<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

The Lord is looking
\nafter us? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Laughing<\/i>) I believe, yes! (Mother takes hold of the disciple’s hands.<\/i>)
\nDo you not feel Him? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

Ah! … <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 296<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n8
\n March 1972<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

About an \u201caccident\u201d. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is like that. It is like an imperative command: Go straight,
\nelse all will go wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is becoming terrible, terrible. It is like a Pressure \u2013 a
\nfrightful Pressure \u2013 to bring about the desired progress. I feel it in myself
\nfor my body. But my body is not afraid, it says (Mother opens her hands<\/i>): \u201cVery well, if I am to end, it is the
\nend.\u201d Every minute it is like that: the true thing (Mother brings down her fist<\/i>) or the end. <\/span><\/p>\n

That is what seems to have come down \u2013 you know I said that
\nsomething had come down (it is written somewhere) and we shall know one day, we
\nshall know very soon what it is. You have read it, haven’t you?\u00b9 <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it was on February
\n21. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But it is
\nthat, it is a kind of … no half-measure, no compromise, no approximation, no
\n… not that. It is this (Mother brings down her fist). <\/span><\/p>\n

And it is so for the body, at every minute there is an imperative:
\nit is life or it is death. It is not the approximation which has lasted
\nindefinitely. For centuries it was neither altogether bad, nor altogether good
\n\u2013 it is no longer so. <\/span><\/p>\n

The body knows that this is the way for the supramental body to be
\nformed: it must be wholly under the influence of the Divine \u2013 no compromise, no
\napproximation, no \u201cit will <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>\u201cThe whole day of the twenty-first I had a
\nstrong feeling that it was the birthday of everyone, and I was impelled to say
\nto everyone \u2018Bonne F\u00eate\u2019. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a very strong feeling that something new has manifested in
\nthe world and that all who were ready and receptive could embody it. <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo doubt one will know in a few days what it was.\u201d<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 297<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

come\u201d, not
\nso: it is like this (Mother brings down her fist), a formidable Will. <\/span><\/p>\n

But … it is the only way for things to go fast. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But when one begins to
\nunderstand practically the necessity of the transformation, when the thing starts
\ntruly to be understood and when one tries to do something, one finds that when
\nthe material substance receives a blow, then it remembers, and for a day or two
\nit aspires, it seeks, and then it relaxes. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

There is as though an
\nincapacity for tension. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is not
\nincapacity. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

What is it then? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Bad will.
\nEgoism \u2013 what we call egoism\u00a0 <\/span>the egoism
\nof Matter … <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The egoism of Matter. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>…that does not want to submit. <\/span><\/p>\n

That I know. I am catching my body all the while, here, there, here,
\nthere. It wants to go about it in its very ordinary dawdling way. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a kind of
\nrelaxation of the aspiration and tension. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is
\nthat. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 298<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Then, what is to be
\ndone? Every time one must catch it, or what else? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. But it can
\nnever be stable unless it is linked truly to the Divine. If you are like this (gesture, the two fists hooked as though up
\nabove on a rope<\/i>), then automatically when the moment becomes quite
\ncritical, it goes over to the right side, yes, it goes over to the right side.
\nIt is as though all the while you had the feeling that you were hovering
\nbetween life and death, and the moment you take the right attitude \u2013 when the
\npart concerned takes the right attitude \u2013 it goes all right. Quite naturally
\nand easily it goes all right. It is wonderful. But it is a tremendous thing,
\nbecause there is a perpetual danger. Well, perhaps, I do not know, a hundred
\ntimes during the day there is a feeling: life or (for the cells, I mean), life
\nor disintegration; and then if they do not contract, as they usually have the
\nhabit to do, everything goes all right. But they are learning to… (Mother opens her hands in a gesture of
\nself-giving<\/i>), then it is all right. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is as though by a kind of compulsion the body was being taught
\neternity. It is truly interesting. And then I see that the external
\ncircumstances are becoming frightful (from the ordinary point of view). <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother enters into
\ncontemplation.)<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

Have you
\nanything to say? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, it was that, the
\ndifficulty that I was meeting. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I find it very
\ndifficult. You try once, twice, ten times to regain yourself, but you have the
\nfeeling that this is not the thing to be done, it is some other thing, <\/span><\/i> <\/span>and that … if there
\nwere really no higher power which did the thing for you, nothing at all could
\nbe done by you. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\nPage – 299<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Yes, it is
\nthat. But then, there are experiences, hundreds of them, that the very minute
\nyou take the right attitude, the thing is done. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is we who prevent the thing from being done … as though our
\nown control prevented the Force from acting; it is something like that. One
\nmust … (Mother opens her hands<\/i>). <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I believe, I believe that it is the subconscient which has been convinced
\nthat if it does not maintain its control all will go wrong. That is my
\nimpression. It is that thing, it is that which says, \u201cAh, be on your guard,
\ntake care.\u201d… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother opens her hands.<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>Page – 300<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n24
\n March 1972<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

For the first time, early in the morning, I saw myself, my body \u2013
\nI do not know whether it is the supramental body or … (how to say it?) a body
\nin transition, but I had a body altogether new, in the sense that it was
\nsexless \u2013 it was not a woman nor was it a man.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was very white. But it is because my skin is white, I believe,
\nI do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was very slim (gesture
\nindicating slenderness<\/i>) \u2013 it was pretty. Truly a harmonious form. <\/span><\/p>\n

So it was the first time. I did not know at all, I had no idea of
\nwhat it would be like, none at all, and I saw \u2013 I was like that, I had become
\nlike that. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 301<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n25
\n March 1972<\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The other day you spoke
\nof the vision of your body, this body in transition … <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but I
\nwas like that. It was myself. I did not see myself in a mirror: I saw myself
\nlike that (Mother bends her head to look
\nat her body<\/i>). I was… I was like that. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was for the first time. It was at <\/span>four o’clock<\/span> in the morning, I believe. It was quite natural \u2013 I did not look
\nin a mirror, I was quite natural. I remember only what I saw (gesture from the chest to the waist<\/i>). I
\nhad only a veil on me, so I saw only … it was the trunk that was quite
\ndifferent from the chest down to the waist: neither man nor woman. <\/span><\/p>\n

And it was pretty. I had a form very very slim, very slender \u2013
\nvery slender but not thin. And the skin was very white; the skin was like my
\nskin. A very pretty form. But no sex, you could not say \u2013 neither man nor
\nwoman; sex had disappeared. <\/span><\/p>\n

Also there (Mother points to
\nthe chest<\/i>), all that: nothing. I do not know how to say it. It was like a
\nsemblance, but had no form at all (Mother touches her chest), not even as much
\nas men have. A very white skin, all very even. No belly, so to say. The stomach
\n\u2013 no stomach. All that was slim. <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, I did not pay any special attention because I was like that
\nand I found it quite natural. It was the first time and it was in the night,
\nthe day before yesterday. And last night I saw nothing \u2013 that was the first and
\nonly time till now. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But it was so in the
\nsubtle physical? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It must have
\nbeen so in the subtle physical.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But how will that pass
\ninto the physical?<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 302<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

There! I do
\nnot know … I do not know. I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

Also, it was clear that there should not be any complicated
\nprocess of digestion nor of elimination as now. It was not like that. <\/span><\/p>\n

But how?… Evidently the food is already very different and
\nbecoming more and more different (as for example glucose, things that do not
\nneed a complicated digestion). But how is the body itself going to change? I do
\nnot know. I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

I did not look to see how it was, because it was quite natural, so
\nI cannot give a detailed description. Simply, it was neither the body of a
\nwoman nor the body of a man \u2013 that is clear. And the \u201coutline\u201d, the silhouette,
\nwas almost the same as that of a very very young person. There was a sort of
\nsemblance to human forms (Mother sketches
\nit in the air<\/i>), there was a shoulder and a figure. As though the semblance
\nof a form. <\/span><\/p>\n

I see it, but … I saw it as one sees oneself. And there was a
\nkind of veil that I had put on just to cover myself. It was a mode of being,
\nnot surprising to me, it was a natural mode of being. <\/span><\/p>\n

It must be like that in the subtle physical. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, what seems
\nmysterious is the transit from one to the other. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, how? <\/span><\/p>\n

But it is the same mystery as the passage from the chimpanzee to a
\nman. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh no! It is much more
\ntremendous than that, Mother, much more tremendous because, after all, between
\na chimpanzee and a man there is not much difference. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But there was
\nnot much difference in appearance here (Mother <\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 303<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

sketches a silhouette in the air<\/span><\/i>):
\nthere were the shoulders, the arms, a body, a figure like that, legs. All that
\nwas the same, only it was… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but I mean to say
\nthat the bodily function of a chimpanzee and that of a man are similar. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

They are
\nsimilar. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, yes, they digest,
\nbreathe, they… Whereas here… <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, there
\nmust have been respiration \u2013 on the contrary, the shoulders were broad
\n(gesture). That is important. Only the chest was neither feminine nor
\nmasculine, but just a semblance. And then all that \u2013 stomach, belly, etc. \u2013
\nthey were just an outline, a very slim and harmonious form, but it certainly
\nhad not the use to which we put our body. <\/span><\/p>\n

The two things very very different: first, procreation, of which
\nthere was no possibility there; secondly, the food. But it is quite clear that
\nthe food now is not that of chimpanzees nor that of the first men. It is very
\ndifferent. And now the question is to find a food which needs no complicated
\ndigestion. … Here it seems to me that the food should not be positively
\nliquid, but not solid either. And then there is the question of the mouth \u2013 I
\ndo not know. The teeth? Evidently there is no more need of chewing and so the
\nteeth have no more … But there must be something in their place. … That I
\ndo not know at all, at all, how the face was, but it did not seem to have a
\nvery different look from what it is now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Evidently, what will change very much, which had become very
\nimportant, was breathing. It is upon this that this being greatly depended. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, probably it absorbs
\nthe energies directly.<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 304<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Yes. But
\nprobably there will be intermediary beings that will not last very long, like the
\nintermediary beings that were between the chimpanzee and man. <\/span><\/p>\n

But I do not know, something must happen that has not happened
\ntill now. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes I have a sort
\nof feeling that the time of realisation is near. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but
\nhow? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, how, one does not
\nknow. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Is that (Mother points to her body<\/i>), is that
\ngoing to change? It must change or it has to follow the old ordinary process of
\nundoing itself and remaking itself…. I do not know…. Evidently life can be
\nmuch prolonged, there are examples but … I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

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

Many a time I have had
\nthe feeling that, rather than a transformation, it will be a concretisation of
\nthe other body. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah!… But
\nhow? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That also, the transition,
\none does not know. But instead of this one becoming the other, it is rather the
\nother that will take the place of this one. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but
\nhow? <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 305<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Yes, how, I do not know.
\n<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(After a silence<\/i>) Yes, the person that I
\nwas the night before yesterday, evidently if it materialised itself … But
\nhow? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother goes into
\ncontemplation.<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

One knows
\nnothing! <\/span><\/p>\n

Strange how one knows nothing. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Mother, in a poem,
\n\u201cTransformation\u201d, Sri Aurobindo begins in this way: <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cMy breath runs in a
\nsubtle rhythmic stream; <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>It fills my members with a might divine…\u201d <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The breath,
\nyes, that, that is important. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 306<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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