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\n


\n1 January 1969 <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/span><\/p>\n


\nAbout
\nthe descent of what Mother later identified as the superman consciousness <\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n


\n(la
\nconscience du<\/span> surhomme<\/span>).
\n<\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

In the night
\nit came slowly and on waking up this morning, there was as though a golden dawn,
\nand the atmosphere was so light. The body felt: \u201cWell, it is truly, truly
\nnew.” A golden light, transparent and… benevolent. \u201cBenevolent” in the
\nsense of a certainty \u2013 a harmonious certainty. It was new. <\/span><\/p>\n

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

And when I say \u201cBonne ann\u00e9e<\/span><\/i>\u201d to people, it is this which I pass on to them.
\nAnd this morning, I have passed my time like this, spontaneously, saying: \u201cBonne ann\u00e9e<\/span>, Bonne
\nann\u00e9e<\/span>.<\/i>” So… <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 148<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n4 January 1969 <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/span><\/p>\n

On the first, something truly strange happened…. And I was not
\nthe only one to feel it, some others also have felt it. It was just after
\nmidnight, but I felt it at two o’clock and the others at four o’clock in the
\nmorning. It was… last time I spoke to you a few words about it, but what is
\nsurprising is that it had absolutely no correspondence at all to anything I was
\nexpecting (I was expecting nothing), to other things which I had felt. It was
\nsomething very material, I mean it was very external \u2013 very external \u2013 and it
\nwas luminous, with a golden light. It was very strong, very powerful; but even
\nso, its character was a smiling benevolence, a peaceful delight and a kind of
\nopening out into delight and light. And it was like a \u201cBonne ann\u00e9e<\/span>”<\/i>, like a greeting. It took
\nme by surprise. It lasted, for at least three hours I felt it. Afterwards I was
\nno longer busy with it, I do not know what happened. But I told you a word or
\ntwo about it and I spoke of it also to two or three persons: they all had felt
\nit. That is to say, it was very<\/i>
\nmaterial. They all had felt it, like this, a kind of joy, but a joy friendly,
\npowerful and… oh! very, very gentle, very smiling, very<\/i> benevolent<\/i>… I do
\nnot know what it is. I do not know what it is, but it is a kind of benevolence,
\ntherefore it was something very close to the human. And it was so concrete, so
\nconcrete ! as though it had a savour<\/span>, so concrete it
\nwas. Afterwards I did not occupy myself with it any more, except that I spoke
\nto two or three persons about it: all had felt it. Now, I do not know if it is
\nmixed or if… It has not departed; one does not feel as though the thing came
\nin order to go back. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was much more external than anything I feel usually, much more
\nexternal…. Very little mental, that is to say, there was no feeling of a
\n\u201cpromise” or… No, it would be rather… my own impression was that of an
\nimmense personality \u2013 immense, that is to<\/span> say, <\/span>for it the earth was small, small like
\nthis<\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 149<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

(gesture, as though holding a small ball in
\nher palm),<\/i> like a ball \u2013 an immense personality, very, very benevolent,
\nwhich came for… (Mother seems to lift
\nthis ball gently from the hollow of her hands<\/i>). It gave the impression of a
\npersonal divinity (and yet it was… I do not know) who comes to help, and so
\nstrong, so strong and at the same time so gentle, so all-embracing. <\/span><\/p>\n

And it was very external: the body felt it everywhere, everywhere
\n(Mother touches her face, her hands<\/i>),
\neverywhere. <\/span><\/p>\n

What has become of it? I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was the beginning of the year. As if someone having the
\ndimensions of a god (that is to say, someone) came to say \u201cBonne ann\u00e9e<\/span><\/i>\u201d, with all the power to make
\nit a Bonne ann\u00e9e<\/span><\/i>.
\nIt was like this. <\/span><\/p>\n

But what was it?… <\/span><\/p>\n

So concrete… <\/span><\/p>\n

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

Is it… is it the personality \u2013 because it had no form, I did not
\nsee any form, there was only what it had brought (Mother feels the atmosphere<\/i>), the sensation, the feeling: these
\ntwo, sensation and feeling \u2013 and I asked myself if it was not the supramental
\npersonality… who will then manifest himself later in material forms. <\/span><\/p>\n

The body, this body, feels since that moment (the thing has
\nentered into it everywhere, deeply), it feels much more joyous, less
\nconcentrated, more lively, in a happy, smiling expansiveness. For example, it
\nis speaking more easily. There is a note \u00a0<\/span>a constant note of benevolence. A smile, yes,
\na benevolent smile, and all that with a great
\nforce.<\/i>… I do not know. <\/span><\/p>\n

You felt nothing? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I had a feeling of
\ncontentment that day. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i>Ah! It is that. Yes, it is that. <\/span><\/p>\n

Is it the supramental personality?… that will incarnate itself
\n <\/span>in all those
\nwho have a supramental body. … <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 150<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

It was luminous, smiling, and so benevolent through powerfulness<\/i>; that is to say, generally in the human being benevolence
\nis something a little weak, in this sense that it does not like battle, it does
\nnot like fight; but this is nothing of the kind ! A benevolence that imposes
\nitself (Mother brings her fists down upon
\nthe arms of her chair<\/i>). <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

It has interested me because it is altogether new. And so concrete
\n! Concrete like this (Mother touches the
\narms of her chair<\/i>), like what the physical consciousness usually considers
\nas \u201cothers”, concrete like that. That is to say, it did not pass through an
\ninner being, through the psychic being, it came directly<\/i> upon the body. <\/span><\/p>\n

What is it?… Yes, perhaps it is this… Since it came, the
\nfeeling of the body is a kind of certitude, a certitude as though now it was no
\nlonger in anxiety or uncertainty to know: \u201cWhat will it be? What will the
\nSupramental be like? Physically<\/i>, what
\nwill it be physically?” The body used to ask itself. Now it does not think of
\nit any more, it is contented. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Is it something that
\nwill suffuse the bodies that are ready? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, I
\nbelieve so, yes. I have the feeling that it is the formation which is going to
\nenter, going to express itself\u00a0 <\/span>\u2013 to
\nenter and express itself \u2013 in the bodies… that will be the bodies of the
\nsupramental. <\/span><\/p>\n

Or perhaps… perhaps the superman, I do not know. The
\nintermediary between the two. Perhaps the superman: it was very human, but a
\nhuman in divine proportions, I must say. <\/span><\/p>\n

A human without weaknesses and without shadows: it was all light \u2013
\nall light and smiling and… sweetness at the same time. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, perhaps the superman.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 151<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

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

\n <\/span><\/p>\n

I do not know why, for
\nthe last few moments I have been telling myself insistently: people who will
\nnot know how things have really occurred will say, when this supramental force will
\nhave entered the earth atmosphere, will have entered into them, they will say:
\n\u201cAh well, it is we who have done all that!” <\/span><\/i>
\n
\n <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\n(<\/span>Mother laughs<\/span><\/i>) Yes, probably. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is we, it is our fine
\nhumanity that has flowered<\/span><\/i> ! <\/span><\/p>\n

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

Yes, surely.
\nIt is always like that. <\/span><\/p>\n

That is why I say \u2013 I say that after all we are here, every one of
\nus, and we have finally to face all the difficulties, but it is a Grace, for
\nwe, we shall know how \u2013 and we shall not cease to be, is it not so? We shall
\nknow how the thing was done.
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 152<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n8 January 1969 <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/span><\/p>\n

Did I tell you that I have identified this consciousness? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

When you spoke last
\ntime, you had identified it<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but I
\nhad said \u201cthe supramental consciousness”. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Afterwards you had said
\n\u201cperhaps the superman”<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, it is
\nthat. It is the descent of the superman consciousness. I had the assurance
\nlater on. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was the first of January after midnight. I woke up at two in
\nthe morning, surrounded by a consciousness, so concrete, and new<\/i> in the sense that I had never felt
\nit before. And it lasted, absolutely concrete, present, for two or three hours,
\nand afterwards it spread out and went about to find people who could receive
\nit. And I knew that it was the consciousness of the superman, that is to say,
\nthe intermediary between man and the supramental being. <\/span><\/p>\n

That has given to the body a kind of assurance and confidence.
\nThat experience has, as it were, stabilised<\/span> the body
\nand if it keeps the true attitude, every support is there to help it. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 153<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n18 January 1969 <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/span><\/p>\n

The other day when X came, as soon as he entered (he was standing
\nthere), this atmosphere came, from here up to there (Mother makes a semi-circular gesture in front of herself<\/i>),
\nsurrounded me like a wall. It was thick, it was luminous, and then, it was
\nforceful ! To me it was visible, it was very material, as though a rampart,
\nnearly of this thickness (gesture
\nindicating about forty centimetres<\/span><\/i>), and it
\nremained there all the time he was there. <\/span><\/p>\n

So, it is very consciously active. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is as though a projection of power. And it has now become a
\nhabitual thing. <\/span><\/p>\n

There is within it a consciousness \u2013 a very<\/i> precious thing \u2013 which gives lessons to the body, teaching it
\nwhat it must do, that is to say, the attitude it must have, the reaction it
\nmust have…. I have already told you many a time that it is very difficult to
\nfind the process of transformation when there is no one to give you any
\nindications; well, it was as though the reply; it came to tell the body: \u201cTake
\nthis attitude, do this in this way, do that in that way”, and so the body is
\nsatisfied, it is completely reassured, it can no longer be mistaken. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is very interesting. <\/span><\/p>\n

It came as a \u201cmentor”, it was practical<\/i>,
\nquite practical: \u201cThis thing must be rejected, that must be accepted; this must
\nbe made general, that… ”; all the inner movements. And it even becomes very
\nmaterial in the sense that it says with regard to some vibrations: \u201cThis you
\nmust encourage”, to others: \u201cThat must be canalised<\/span>”,
\nto others again: \u201cThis must be removed.” Little indications like that. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

In one of the old talks I had said (when I was speaking
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 154<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

there in the
\nPlayground), I had said: Surely the superman will be at first a being of power,
\nso that he may defend himself.”\u00a0 <\/span>It is that,
\nit is that experience, it came back as an experience; and it is because it came
\nback as an experience that I remembered that I had said it. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, you had said: It is
\nPower that will come first<\/span><\/i>… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, first
\nPower. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Because those beings
\nwill have to be protected. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, exactly
\nso. Well, I have first had the experience for this body: it came like a
\nrampart, and it was mighty ! It was a mighty power ! Altogether out of
\nproportion to the apparent action. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is very interesting. <\/span><\/p>\n

And also this is why, now that I see the experience, I see that
\nthe result is much more precise, concrete, because the mind and the vital are
\nnot there. Because that takes their place \u2013 and with all this quiet assurance
\nof knowing, which comes at the same time. It is interesting. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

You have something to say?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u00b9 \u201c…It would seem that the most conclusive
\nand obvious aspect [of the supramental] and the one which will probably be the
\nfirst to manifest \u2013 probably\u00a0 <\/span>will be the
\naspect of Power, rather than the aspect of Joy or of Truth. For a new race to
\nbe founded on earth, it would necessarily have to be protected from other
\nearthly elements in order to be able to survive; and power is protection \u2013 not
\nan artificial power, external and false, but the true strength, the triumphant
\nWill. It is therefore not impossible to think that the supramental action, even
\nbefore being an action of harmonisation<\/span>,
\nillumination, joy and beauty, might be an action of power, to serve as a
\nprotection. Naturally, for this action of power to be truly effective, it would
\nhave to be founded on Knowledge and Truth and Love and Harmony; but these
\nthings could manifest, visibly, little by little, when the ground, so to say,
\nhas been prepared by the action of a sovereign Will and Power.” (18 December
\n1957)<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 155<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

I was wondering how this
\nconsciousness will act individually, outside of you, for example. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

In the same
\nway. Only, those who are not accustomed to observing themselves objectively will
\nnotice it less, that is all. It will pass as though through cotton, as it
\nalways does so. But otherwise it is the same.  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I mean to say: this
\nconsciousness will not act so much on the mind as on the body? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I do hope
\nthat it will make one think correctly. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Fundamentally it is a
\nguide<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

Well, it is a consciousness. <\/span><\/p>\n

For me, the<\/i>
\nConsciousness limits itself to special activities, for special cases, but it is
\nalways the Consciousness; just as in the human consciousness it limits itself
\nalmost to nothing, so also in certain states of being, in certain activities,
\nit limits itself to a certain way of being in order to fulfil Its action: and I
\nhave very much asked It: \u201cIf I could be guided at every minute”, because that
\ngains time enormously, does it not? \u2013 instead of having to study, to observe,
\nto… Well, now I find that it has happened like that. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is a very marked change in those who have been touched on
\nthe first of January: it is particularly… indeed a precision and a certitude
\nthat has entered into their way of thinking. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was there (Mother looks
\nat the region of the heart<\/i>). It is curious, as though I was given the
\ncharge of putting it into contact with all those who come near me. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 156<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n15 February 1969 <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\n <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

This atmosphere, this consciousness\u00b9 is very active, and active as
\na mentor, I have already said. And that continues. And then, for several hours
\nin the early morning of one of these last days, it was… Never, never had the
\nbody been so happy; there was the complete Presence, absolute freedom, and a
\ncertitude: that had no importance \u2013 these cells, other cells (Mother makes gestures to this side and that,
\nindicating all bodies<\/i>), it was life everywhere, consciousness everywhere.
\nAbsolutely wonderful. It came without effort, it went away simply because… I
\nwas too busy. And that does not come at will \u2013 what comes at will is what may
\nbe called a \u201ccopy”: it has the appearance, but it is not the Thing. The
\nThing… there is something which is altogether independent of our aspiration,
\nour will, our effort… altogether. And this something seems absolutely
\nall-powerful, in the sense that none of the difficulties of the body exist.
\nEverything disappears at this time. But aspiration, concentration, effort…
\nall that is to no purpose. It is the divine sense, yes, it is to have the divine sense<\/i>. During these few hours
\n(three or four), I understood absolutely what it was to have the divine
\nconsciousness in the body. And then this body here, that body there, that body
\nthere (gestures to this side and that
\nside and all around Mother’s body<\/i>), it did not matter; it went about from
\none body to another, altogether free and independent, knowing the limitations
\nand possibilities of each body \u2013 absolutely wonderful, I have never, never
\nbefore had this experience. Absolutely wonderful. It went away because I was so
\nbusy that… And it did not go away because it came simply to show how it was \u2013
\nit is not that; it is because life and the organisation of life swallows you
\nup. <\/span><\/p>\n

I know it is there (gesture
\nbehind<\/i>). I know it, but… but that, I understand, is a transformation. And
\nclearly the persons, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n


\n\u00b9 The
\nsuperman consciousness<\/font><\/span>.<\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 157<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

not a vague
\nthing: clearly, that could express itself in this person, express itself in
\nthat person, express itself (same gesture
\nhere and there<\/i>), clearly, wholly. With a Smile !… <\/span><\/p>\n

And then the cells themselves told of their effort to be
\ntransformed, and there was a Calm there…. How to explain this? The body told
\nof its aspiration and of its will to prepare itself; and it did not ask, but
\nmade the effort to be what it ought to be: all that always with this question
\n(the body does not put the question, it is… the environment, the surrounding
\n\u2013 the world, as if the world put the question): \u201cWill it continue or will it
\nhave to get dissolved?”… Itself, it is like this (gesture of self-abandon, palms opened upward<\/i>); it says, \u201cWhat Thou willest<\/span>, Lord.” But then, the body knows that it has been
\ndecided and it is not to be told to it. It accepts, it is not impatient, it
\naccepts, it says, \u201cIt is all right, it shall be what Thou willest<\/span>.”
\nBut That which knows and That which does not respond is… something that
\ncannot be expressed. It is… yes, I believe the only word that describes the
\nsensation one has, is: it is an Absolute \u2013 an Absolute. Absolute. It is that,
\nthe sensation: of being in the presence of the Absolute. The Absolute: absolute
\nKnowledge, absolute Will, absolute Power…. Nothing, nothing can resist it.
\nAnd then, it is an Absolute which is (one has this kind of sensation, concrete)
\nof compassion ! But by the side of that, all that we consider as kindness,
\ncompassion… pooh! it is nothing at all. That is Compassion with power
\nabsolute, and… it is not Wisdom, it is not Knowledge, it is… It has nothing
\nto do with our procedure. And it is That, everywhere. That is everywhere. And
\nit is the experience of the body; and to That, the body gives itself entirely,
\ntotally, asking for nothing, nothing at all. Only one aspiration (same gesture, palms opened upward<\/i>): to
\nbe able to be<\/i> That, what That wants \u2013
\nto serve That; not even so: to be<\/i>
\nThat.<\/span><\/p>\n

But that state, which lasted for several hours, nothing similar to
\nthat happiness has this body ever felt during the ninety-one years it has been
\nhere upon earth: freedom, absolute power <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 158<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

\u00a0<\/span>and no limits (gesture here and there, everywhere<\/i>), no limits, no impossibilities,
\nnothing. It was… all other bodies were itself. There was no difference, it
\nwas only a play of consciousness (gesture
\nas of a great Rhythm<\/i>) going about. <\/span><\/p>\n

That is all. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Apart from that, however, the work is becoming more and more
\nexacting. But I feel (that is to say, the body feels very well) that it is part
\nof the training. <\/span><\/p>\n

It looks like that: it must hold on, the body, or otherwise so
\nmuch the worse, it will be for another time. <\/span><\/p>\n

All the human excuses appear as childishness. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is something very strange, all the qualities and all the
\ndefects of man appear as childishness \u2013 foolishness. It is curious. And it is
\nnot a thought, it is a concrete sensation. It is like a substance without life;
\nall ordinary things are like a substance lacking life \u2013 the true<\/i> life. Artificial and false. It is
\nstrange. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is not so much in others, it is not that: it is the inner
\ntraining. And this true Consciousness, this true Attitude is something so
\nfor-mi-da-bly<\/span> strong, powerful, in a peace<\/i> so smiling ! So smiling that it
\ncannot be annoyed, it is absolutely impossible… so smiling, so smiling… and
\nwatching. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The special character of this new consciousness is: no half
\nmeasures, no approximations. That is its character. The idea \u201cOh yes, we shall
\ndo it, and little by little we… ” \u2013 no, no, not like that; it is Yes or No,
\neither you can or you cannot.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

Truly it is a Grace<\/i>, you
\nsee, as if: not to lose time \u2013 not <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 159<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

\u00a0<\/span>to lose time. It must be done or… <\/span><\/p>\n

But this tremendous Power, it is that above all; and it is with a compassion!
\na gentleness !… No, there are no words, we have no words to describe that,
\nsomething… Nothing but just to be attentive and… it is blissfulness.
\nNothing but just to turn one’s attention towards that side, immediately there
\nis the bliss. And I understand (that has made me understand certain things), we
\nhave heard of people who in the midst of torture enjoyed bliss \u2013 it is like
\nthat. A beatitude. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>There you are, it is that (Mother hands out a white hibiscus, which she
\nhas named \u201cGrace’<\/i>‘). <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 160<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
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\n22 February 1969 <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\n <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\nThis
\ntalk begins with Mother’s comments about her Darshan<\/span>
\nMessage of February 21st<\/font><\/span>. <\/span><\/font> <\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is only immutable peace
\nthat can make possible eternity of existence<\/i>.” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I remember I
\nwrote this after having had the experience that the immobility of the
\nInconscient, the beginning of creation, is, one cannot say a \u201cprojection”, but
\na kind of inanimate or inconscient symbol of the Eternity, of the Immobility \u2013
\nit is not \u201cimmobility”, words are worth nothing, it is between immobility and
\nstability. I have written here \u201cpeace”, but \u201cpeace” is a poor word, it is not
\nthat, it is infinitely more than peace, it is the \u201csomething” (even the word
\n\u201ceternal” gives a limited sense, all words are impossible), the \u201cSomething”
\nwhich is the Origin of all things and the beginning of the evolution of the
\nmanifestation to rejoin the Origin (Mother
\ndraws a curve joining the one to the other<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

I have the impression that it was at the Playground, and it was as
\nthough the inconscient immobility \u2013 the immobility of the Inconscient, the
\ninert immobility of the Inconscient \u2013 were the starting-point of the evolution
\nand it was like the translation<\/i> of
\nthis… how to say it? (this is also another kind of immobility ! but an
\nimmobility containing all movements) of this immobility of the Origin, this
\nstability, and that the whole evolution is so that this may find back That,
\nwith the whole passage (same gesture of a
\ngreat curve<\/i>). It was a very clear vision. I remember having written this,
\nand when I read it the experience came back. Well, we speak always of a \u201cfall”
\n\u2013 but it is not that ! It is not at all that. If there is a fall, it is at the
\nmoment when the vital turned into a will for independence: it is not at the
\nbeginning, it occurs altogether on the way…. In the<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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ancient
\ntradition, they say it is the \u201cConscient<\/span>” that
\nbecame the Inconscient because it was \u201ccut off from the Origin” \u2013 this gives
\nme the impression of stories told to children. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is curious, in the silence and in the vision, it is very clear
\nand very luminous, understandable; but as soon as you want to tell it, it
\nbecomes foolish. <\/span><\/p>\n

But then, in the creation even as it is now, it is true that the
\nword \u201cpeace” is perhaps the nearest (although it is not that, it is quite
\nsmall and restricted, it is not that). As soon as something goes wrong or out
\nof order, it is that which comes as the remedy, within. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh! Words are worth nothing, I do not know what to do, I do not know
\nif it is because I have not enough of them or because truly… all mental
\nexpression seems artificial. It gives the feeling of a lifeless film. It is
\ncurious. And all language belongs to that domain. When I want to relate this
\nexperience… with some people I enter into a relation very, very well, very
\neasily, in silence, and I tell them infinitely more things than I would be able
\nto with words; it is more supple, more exact, more profound…. Well! Words,
\nphrases, things written leave me with the impression of a two-dimensional
\npicture, the ordinary picture; and that, that contact which I have in a way
\nwith people when I do not talk, that adds the depth and something more true (it
\nis not, it is far from being altogether true, but it is more true) and there is
\na depth. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

That is why the experiences are difficult to recount. They are no
\nlonger separate experiences which come one after another; it is like a single
\nand global movement (circular gesture<\/i>)
\nof transformation, and it has a great intensity. <\/span><\/p>\n

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In the ordinary functioning of life, there is this feeling that
\n\u201cit goes well”, which is translated in people as a feeling of good health, and
\nthen there is a lack of balance, lack of order; and this opposition now seems altogether<\/i> artificial: it is only a
\ncontinuous movement which changes over from one kind of vibration to another
\nkind whose origin is much more (how to say it? it is not \u201cdeeper”, it is not
\n\u201chigher”, and \u201ctruer” gives only one side, it is not that), well, \u201csuperior”
\nin some way \u2013 words are foolish, altogether foolish. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is like this, it is all the time like this. And then one is
\ndrawn to one spot or to another; it is simply a play of our consciousness, but
\nfor the consciousness that sees the whole, it is a continuous movement, and a
\nglobal one towards… yes, it is this, it is in order that this inert
\nInconscient becomes the absolute Conscient<\/span>…. I do
\nnot know, I have a vague impression that it has been discovered (here,
\nabsolutely on the earth, upon the earth), it has been discovered that a certain
\nintensity of movement (that is to say, what we call \u201crapidity”) is translated
\nby an impression of immobility. I have a vague impression that I have been told
\nso. But this corresponds to something. What I have called \u201cpeace” in the
\nmessage, what is felt as peace, is an acme of movement, but general \u2013
\nharmonious and general. <\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as one speaks, it looks like a caricature. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

(Long silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

I shall end by falling silent ! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I hope not <\/span><\/i>! <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother laughs<\/i>) But it is so poor, all
\nthis. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Later on we may speak in
\ncolours<\/span>.<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah! That
\nwould be pretty….  <\/span><\/p>\n

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It goes to such an extent that when I am told something, when, for
\nexample, something which I have said is repeated to me, I no longer understand it…
\nI try my best, but it is the whole intensity of the Consciousness that seeks to
\nexpress itself, so when it is repeated, this intensity is not there any more
\nand it has no sense any longer. <\/span><\/p>\n

But precisely this message, when it was read out to me, brought
\nback the experience; therefore I know how it was, and then the word \u201cpeace”
\ncontained so much!… Now it is no longer there. <\/span><\/p>\n

What is the word that I used? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Peace<\/span><\/i>, yes. <\/span>
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Immutable?  <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes: \u201cIt is only immutable
\npeace<\/i>…” <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, and
\nthen the experience was that this same immutable peace (which was neither
\n\u201cpeace” nor \u201cimmutable” ! but it was \u201csomething”), this very Thing was there
\nwithin the inconscient inertia. And it was so concrete !… And the whole curve
\nof creation was there so that this and That might be apparently one (but it is
\none \u2013 it is one). One might say (but it turns into phrases, these are words):
\nto become conscious of one’s identity. But it is a phrase. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The experience is so intensely concrete that as soon as I begin to
\nspeak, it comes down. Up there (gesture
\nupward<\/i>), the consciousness is clear, and then…<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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