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\n9 June 1971<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is a rush of adverse forces. A mad rush. But the Response has
\nstarted coming \u2013 it is just a small beginning. In everyone it was as though a
\nhurricane \u2013 it has not gone completely. All that was believed to have been
\nconquered and repulsed, rushes back again \u2013 in the most unexpected persons \u2013  <\/span>
\nin all forms, but especially in character, oh !… doubts and revolts and all
\nthat…. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

A message was asked from me for the whole of India. I have given
\nit. (Mother hands the text to the disciple<\/i>.) <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

   <\/span>Supreme Lord, Eternal Truth <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Let us obey
\nThee alone <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

and live
\naccording to <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a
\nterrible onrush of Falsehood. It was as though the whole world, everyone were
\nlying, even the most unexpected people \u2013 everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. And
\nfor me it was a living thing (Mother makes
\na gesture of seeing<\/i>) oh! horrible, you can’t imagine…. A little twist to
\nthe right, a little twist to the left, a little twist… nothing, nothing,
\nnothing is straight. And then the body asked itself, \u201cWhere is your falsehood?\u201d
\nIt looked at itself. And it saw this old story: \u201cThe Lord is to be called only
\nwhen the matter is important ! (Mother
\nlaughs<\/i>) You don’t expect to be with Him all the time!\u201d Then it got a good
\nrap!… It was not aggressive, it looked something like humility \u2013 it got a good
\nslap. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was a mad fury of disagreeable things \u2013 more than disagreeable:
\ntruly, truly wicked and bad and destructive. A fury,  <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 258<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

until it got
\nthe understanding. Then this feeling came in the whole body, in all the cells,
\neverywhere, all the while \u2013 it reached such a point that I was not able to
\nswallow when I was eating \u2013 until everything, everything got the understanding:
\nI exist only through the Divine and I cannot subsist but through the Divine…
\nand I cannot be myself but by being the Divine. After that, things were better.
\nNow the body has understood.  <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

You have
\nnothing to ask? Nothing to say? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I have the feeling that
\nthe destiny is bad<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

No, it is not
\ntrue. This is part of the Falsehood; it is this Falsehood. There is no bad
\ndestiny, it is a lie! It is a real falsehood…. It is not true at all, at all,
\nat all. <\/span><\/p>\n

There, that just gives you an example: it is like that, like that
\neverywhere (gesture, as though with claws<\/i>).
\nAs for me, I feel as though I see goblins with hooked hands that try to clutch
\nat everybody. Ah ! You should have a look at them and then laugh \u2013 stick out
\nyour tongue, like a child with no manners.  <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

In any case, you are
\nattacked on all sides<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh !… I
\ntell you it is a massive rush \u2013 but it does not matter…. One must rise above,
\nand then (gesture of seeing from above<\/i>).
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>What I have told you is the Truth, it is the only<\/i> remedy: <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>To exist only for the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>To exist only through the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>To exist only in the service of the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>To exist only… by becoming the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nPage – 259<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

There is no \u201cyou\u201d, there is no \u201cone must wait\u201d, there is no \u201cit
\nwill come in its time\u201d, there is no… all these things very reasonable do not
\nexist any more \u2013 it is That (Mother brings
\ndown her fist<\/i>), like a sword blade. It is That. It is That in spite of everything<\/i>: the Divine, the
\nDivine alone. All this rubbish of bad will and revolt and… all that (Mother lifts a stiff finger<\/i>), that must
\nbe swept away. And that which says that one shall perish or be destroyed by
\nThat, is the ego \u2013 it is Sir Ego that tries to be taken as the true being. <\/span><\/p>\n

But the body has learnt that even without the ego, it is what it
\nis, because it is that by the divine Will, not by the ego \u2013 we exist by the
\ndivine Will and not by the ego. The ego was a means \u2013 a means for many centuries
\n\u2013 now it is worth nothing, its time has passed. Now… (Mother brings down her fist<\/i>),
\nconsciousness, it is the Divine; power, it is the Divine; action, it is the
\nDivine; individuality, it is the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

And the body has understood, felt very well; it has realised,
\nunderstood that this sense of being a separate individuality is altogether
\nuseless, altogether; it is not at all indispensable for its existence, it is
\nwholly useless. It exists through another power and another will which is not
\npersonal: it is the divine Will. And it will be what it should be only the day
\nit feels that there is no difference between itself and the Divine. That is all. <\/span><\/p>\n

All the rest is falsehood \u2013 falsehood, falsehood, and falsehood
\nthat must disappear. There is only one<\/i>
\nreality, there is only one<\/i> life, there
\nis only one<\/i> consciousness (Mother brings down her fist<\/i>): the Divine.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 260<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n17 July 1971 <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I have understood that if the Supreme Consciousness had for one
\nsingle minute the kind of consciousness that men have, the world would be
\ndissolved…. Quite spontaneously, for us, our reaction, our spontaneous
\nreaction to things, to what seems to us bad, is to destroy what is false. The
\nspontaneous reactions. Not to transform, but to destroy \u2013 you understand, there
\nis a gulf between the two. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

And it is
\nspontaneous, this idea of doing away \u2013 doing away with falsehood. But if for a
\nsingle second the supreme Lord were to have that movement, there would be no
\nworld any more!… And this, I believe the body has understood. I believe it has
\nunderstood, it was extraordinary…. What are we! What are men ! They believe,
\nGod (Mother pretends to put on airs<\/i>),
\nthey believe… oh!… If they have a little understanding or if they put in a
\nlittle effort for perfection, oh ! (same
\ngesture<\/i>) they believe they are, they believe they are extraordinary ! (Mother takes her head between her hands and
\nlaughs<\/i>.) <\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere Sri Aurobindo has said that when you are in touch with
\nthe divine consciousness, it gives you all of a sudden the sense… to what
\nextent the world is ridiculous in its fatuity. The fatuity of men…. But even
\n(I have had contacts with animals), even with the animals that has begun.
\nVanity, vanity, vanity, vanity…. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You know, deception and attempts at deception are taken almost
\neverywhere as goodwill. And those who do not want to deceive but who deceive
\nthemselves are already exceptional beings. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 261<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

These are not discoveries, but things that I saw; but they are seen
\noccasionally, exceptionally, either for this or for that \u2013 but then, I had the
\nvision of the whole world, of the whole earth, of the whole human effort, of all
\nmen, everything…. We live in a deception… it is frightful !… And what is
\nmore, one deceives oneself even more than one seeks to deceive others. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

That is to
\nsay, we see nothing as it is.  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is only one safety: to cling to the Divine, like this (gesture of clenched fists<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

Not clinging to what one thinks to be the Divine, not even to that
\nwhich one feels to be the Divine…. An aspiration… as sincere an aspiration
\nas possible. And to cling to that. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You know, one thing I have already told you, it is that now the
\nbody, the consciousness of the body, knows in advance what is going to happen,
\nit knows beforehand what people are going to tell it. But it does not know…
\n(how to say it?) exactly how it happens materially, but the spirit<\/i> in which it is done… constantly…. It is very strange. I
\nam there, without moving, trying to belong to the Divine alone, and then things
\nhappen \u2013 they happen like this (gesture as
\nof things happening upon a screen in front of her<\/i>), things come, objects,
\nfacts, people speaking…. And then, at first I believed it was my material
\nconsciousness that could not remain silent, and then I found that it was coming
\nfrom outside and it was getting materialised on the material plane. That is how,
\nif I mentalised<\/span> these things now, I could foresee,
\ntell what is going to happen…. Only, in the ordinary <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 262<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

man the mind
\nmakes use of this for prophesying \u2013 but happily the mind is not there, it is
\nquiet, it is absent. Only, when things are told to me or spoken before me,
\nnothing surprises this body, it seems to know. Strange. A kind of
\nuniversalisation. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 263<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n21 July 1971 <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The body is
\nbecoming more and more conscious, but conscious in a very interesting manner. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

For example<\/span><\/i>? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

For that one
\nmust mentalise<\/span>, and I cannot.  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I am beginning to know what is going to happen, what people are
\ngoing to tell me, all that… how to explain?… It is as though I had become
\nthe circumstances, the people, the words, the… <\/span><\/p>\n

The body is more and more conscious, but not in a mental way, not
\nat all \u2013 but as… as things lived. I do not know how to explain. It is
\ndifficult to say… it is to feel (but, really, I do not know how to explain
\nthat) how in manifestation the human consciousness deforms the divine Action (gesture of a direct flow<\/i>)…. It is the
\nconstitution which is miserable. We belittle, we deform, we diminish everything<\/i> \u2013 everything. We know the
\nthings, the Knowledge is there, around us, in us \u2013 and we are so complicated
\nthat we deform it. Everybody is like that…. So it is at the same time like a
\nvery precise sensation of all that has been organised from within by the Divine
\nwithin, and as it comes out on the surface it gets deformed. Said thus it is
\nsenseless, but this is the nearest way to say it. This is our senseless way of
\nsaying a thing which is… so simple and so wonderful !… We are so perverted
\nthat we always choose what is deformed. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span>I do not know, even my words
\nthemselves are deforming the thing, but it is… something that I feel to be so
\nsimple, so luminous, so pure \u2013 so absolute. And then we make of it just <\/span>
\nwhat we see:
\na complicated, almost incomprehensible life.  <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 264<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, I am there, and there is such a mass of circumstances,
\ncomplexities, people… all, all, such a confusion; and then there is as though
\nbehind… it is not merely a Force, it is a
\nConsciousness-Force
\n<\/i>\u2013 it is a Consciousness \u2013 and it is like… it is like a smile \u2013 a smile…
\na smile that knows everything. Yes, it is that. Then when I am quiet (gesture of open hands<\/i>), it is as though
\nthere was nothing any more and all were wonderful. And then as soon as people
\nbegin to speak to me or as soon as I see someone, all the complexities come in \u2013
\nthey make a mess of everything. <\/span><\/p>\n

I am sure that it is the passage from this life to that Life….
\nWhen one will completely go over to that side, oh ! all speculation will stop,
\nall desire to explain, all desire to deduce, conclude, arrange  <\/span>to all that there will be an end… If
\none could… be<\/i> \u2013 be, simply be, be.
\nBut for us (I have noticed it), if we do not speak, if we do not think, if we do
\nnot decide, we believe we are outside life…. And then it is not always the
\nsame silence. The silence of the unspoken word, it is not that: it is the
\nsilence of the contemplation… that is dynamic. Silence of a dynamic
\ncontemplation. It is that. <\/span><\/p>\n

Certainly it is the new mode of life that is preparing itself;
\ntherefore the other one must give place to it. <\/span><\/p>\n

One may say: nothing knows \u2013 nowhere, no one \u2013 but there are those
\nwho aspire, (how to say it?) who have the will, the pull, the aspiration, the
\nneed to know \u2013 to know and to become \u2013 and then there are those who don’t care a
\nfig for such things… who live, eke out their small or big existence \u2013 be it as
\na head of state or as a sweeper, that makes no difference. It is the same thing,
\nthe vibrations are the same.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 265<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n28 August 1971<\/font><\/a>
\n<\/font><\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

So, anything
\nnew? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing, or always the
\nsame thing. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

What? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I am waiting<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah ! You are
\nwaiting \u2013 I too! (Laughter<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is as though all the ways of seeing the world were passing by,
\none after another: the most detestable and the most wonderful \u2013 like this, like
\nthis, like this (Mother turns her hands
\nlike a kaleidoscope<\/i>), and all of them come as though to say: there, one can
\nsee like this, there, one can see like that, there, one can… And the Truth…
\nwhat is true? What is true?… All that (same
\nmovement of a kaleidoscope<\/i>) and \u201cSomething\u201d which one does not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

First of all, I am sure that this necessity of seeing things, of
\nthinking things, is purely human, and it is a means for transition. It is a
\nperiod of transition \u2013 which to us appears long, long, but it is in fact quite
\nshort. <\/span><\/p>\n

Even our consciousness is an adaptation of the Consciousness \u2013 the<\/i> Consciousness, the true
\nConsciousness, that is another thing. <\/span><\/p>\n

And so the conclusion for my body is… (as well as I can translate
\nit): to nestle in the Divine. Not to try to understand, not to try to know \u2013 but
\nto try to be<\/i>… and to nestle. And I
\npass my time that way. <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to \u201ctry\u201d: one minute in this way (gesture of slight withdrawal)<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 266<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

is enough,
\nand time no longer counts. Very strange, I experiment with all the small
\nmovements of life; well, when I nestle myself like this, when I stop thinking,
\nsimply the consciousness like this (gesture
\nof going inward<\/i>), all appears to be instantaneous. There is no time. When I
\nam in the external consciousness (what I call \u201cexternal\u201d is a consciousness
\nwhich sees the creation), then that takes time, more or less long according to
\nthe attention that is given. Then all, all appears… there is nothing that
\nappears (how to say it?) absolute, in the sense of real \u2013 real, with a concrete
\nreality \u2013 there is nothing that appears like that \u2013 except the unpleasant things
\nin the body; then one is aware that it is imperfection. It is imperfection that
\nmakes it perceptible to the senses; otherwise it is like this (same gesture of going inward, nestled within the Lord<\/i>). And \u2018like
\nthat” the Power is tremendous, in the sense that… for example, in the case of
\nsome people an illness disappears (and in fact without my doing anything
\nexternally, without even my speaking to the person, nothing, nothing \u2013 cured),
\nin the case of another who wants to leave… it is the end, it is tilting over
\nto the other side. And so this other side has become at the same time altogether
\nfamiliar and… absolutely unknown. <\/span><\/p>\n

I remember a time when the memory of past lives, the memory of
\nnightly activities was so concrete, this so-called invisible world was
\naltogether concrete. Now… now all is like a dream \u2013 dream \u2013 all is like a
\ndream veiling a Reality… a Reality… unknown and yet perceptible to the
\nsenses. I seem to be talking nonsense. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

                        
\nNo, no <\/span><\/i>! <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Because the
\nthing cannot be expressed. <\/span><\/p>\n

You asked me the other day (your question has remained with me),
\nyou asked me: \u201cWhen I am like that, silent and still, what is it that is
\nthere?\u201d… It is just an attempt (I cannot say it is an aspiration, nor can I
\nsay it is an effort \u2013 it is the word <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 267<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

urge<\/span><\/i> in English): the truth as it is. And not
\ntrying to know it nor to understand it; all that is altogether beside the point:
\nto be \u2013 to be \u2013 to be (Mother has a smile
\nfull of sweetness<\/i>). <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

So it is altogether strange: at the same time \u2013 at the same time \u2013
\nnot the one in the other nor the one with the other, but the one and the other,
\nat the same time (Mother holds the fingers
\nof her right hand between those of the left<\/i>): wonderful and frightful….
\nLife as it is, as we feel it in our ordinary consciousness, as it is for men,
\nseems to be a thing… so frightful that you ask how one can live there even for
\na minute; and the other, at the same time<\/i>: a wonder. A wonder of Light, of Consciousness, of Power \u2013
\nwonderful. Oh! Power! a Power!… And it is not the power of a person (Mother pinches the skin of her hand<\/i>), it
\nis something… it is something which is all… And then one cannot express
\noneself. <\/span><\/p>\n

So, quite naturally, what is most interesting is to find That.
\nQuite naturally when I have nothing to do… (Mother makes a gesture of going within and nestling within the Lord<\/i>). <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

Only Thou \u2013 that is all. <\/span><\/p>\n

And it is quite evident that the creation has that as its goal,
\nthat wonderful delight… of feeling itself to be Thou. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother ends with a smile<\/i>.)<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 268<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n1 September 1971
\n<\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

As for the body, it is being trained to live only through the
\nDivine, on the Divine, for everything \u2013 
\n<\/span>everything, everything, everything without exception. It is only when the
\nconsciousness is linked as much as it can be with the Divine Consciousness that
\nthere comes the sense of existence. It has now an extraordinary intensity. When
\nthe physical will get converted, it will be a solid<\/i> thing, you know, which does not move \u2013 and complete. And so
\nconcrete…. The difference between being in the Divine, existing only through
\nHim and in Him, and then being in the consciousness (not the ordinary,
\nnaturally, but the human consciousness) is so great that the one seems to be
\ndeath beside the other, so much is it… That is to say, the physical
\nrealisation is truly a concrete realisation. <\/span><\/p>\n

There has begun to take place a concentration of energy \u2013 oh ! it
\nis not yet that, very far from it, but… there is a beginning of the perception
\nof what it will be. That, yes… it is truly wonderful. It is so full of power !
\nSo full of power and of reality in the consciousness that nothing, nothing else
\ncan have it  <\/span>\u2013 what is vital, mental,
\nall that appears vague and uncertain. That, it is concrete (Mother holds her hands tight<\/i>). And so
\nstrong. <\/span><\/p>\n

There are still problems to be solved, but not with words nor with
\nthoughts. And things are coming just to demonstrate \u2013 not only personal things
\nbut things all around: people, circumstances \u2013 all that, it is to teach the body
\nto have the true consciousness. That, it is… wonderful. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother goes within herself<\/i>.)<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The problem seems to have been to create a physical capable of
\nbearing the Power that wants to manifest itself. All ordinary body
\nconsciousnesses are too thin and too fragile to <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 269<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

bear the
\ntremendous Power which must manifest itself. And so the body is in the process
\nof training itself. And it is… you know, it is as though it perceived, all of
\na sudden, so wonderful, so wonderful a horizon, but wonderful tremendously; and
\nthen it is left to proceed as far as it can bear. A process of adaptation is
\nneeded. The transition… in full transition. <\/span><\/p>\n

Will it be sufficiently plastic? I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a question of plasticity. To be able to bear and transmit (Mother makes a gesture of a flow from above
\npassing through her<\/i>), presenting no obstruction to the Power that wants to
\nmanifest itself. <\/span><\/p>\n

The appearances are only the future consequences. That is why…
\nthe appearance will be the last thing to change. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That can continue indefinitely… the feeling of having touched
\nsomething and… (gesture of something
\nescaping<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

What did you feel? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is Z who made me once
\nunderstand what I feel near you; she had said, \u201cWhen one is near you it is as
\nthough that made the body pray.\u201d Well, it is that; what I feel is a power which
\nseems to take up all the parts of the body and… I do not know, fill them with
\nan intense aspiration. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. But that
\nis what my body feels. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it makes the body
\npray, it fills the body with a Power that… I do not know, is like glowing gold
\nthat lifts up everything. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, it is
\nlike that all the while.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 270<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I feel… it flows in this way (Mother makes a gesture across herself<\/i>) constantly. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is perhaps that,
\nDivine Love in Matter<\/span><\/i>. (Mother
\nlaughs a great deal<\/i>.) It is so intense
\nand glowing at the same time \u2013 glowing. And it is so strong… it is so strong
\nthat one can hardly call it by the name \u201cLove\u201d, for it does not correspond to
\nanything that one understands<\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, I too do
\nnot… I am like this (gesture towards the
\nforehead<\/i>): nothing, nothing, nothing, empty, empty, empty…. There (gesture upward and wide<\/i>), there, it is…
\nyes, it is a golden vastness. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I have a
\nqueer feeling that it is a kind of… as though the shell, or the bark of trees,
\nthe shell of a tortoise were melting, and the body itself is not like this (Mother
\nmakes a gesture of opening out, as though the body were bursting out towards the
\nsun<\/i>). That which to man seems like Matter is… as though something hardened
\nthat must fall away because it does not receive. And in this body, here (Mother touches the skin of her hand<\/i>), it tries… it tries to (same gesture of opening out<\/i>). Oh ! It is
\nstrange, it is a strange sensation. If one could hold on long enough for the
\nthing to melt, then that would be the true beginning.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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