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\n30
\n August 1972<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/font> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I see clearly: it is the consciousness which is directing and not
\nthe thought. So, if the consciousness is quietly open to the Divine, everything
\nis all right. All the while things are happening in the consciousness as if all
\nthat was coming from the whole world (gesture
\nof assault from all sides<\/i>): all that denies or contradicts the divine
\nAction \u2013 that is coming thus all the time (same
\ngesture<\/i>). And so, if I know how to be quiet (gesture of self-offering, hands open upward<\/i>), in an attitude of…
\n(Mother smiles) of non-existence, a kind of… I do not know if it is transparency…
\nI do not know if it should be called transparency or immobility; in any case it
\nis something in the consciousness that is like this (same gesture of self-offering, hands open<\/i>); when the consciousness
\nis like that everything goes well, but as soon as it starts moving, that is to
\nsay, the person shows itself in any way, it becomes detestable. But it is very
\nstrong. <\/span><\/p>\n

You know, there are a thousand experiences of the physical body
\nwhich say: \u201cOoh! This beatific state is an impossibility\u201d \u2013 it is this stupidity
\nwhich delays everything. It is as though it were the cells \u2013 the cells of the
\nbody \u2013 that are accustomed to fight and suffer and are unable to accept that
\nthings could be like that (same gesture
\nof self-giving, hands opened<\/i>). But when it is like that… it is wonderful.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Only, it does not last. It does not last all the time \u2013 all the
\ntime, all the time things are happening (same
\ngesture of universal assault<\/i>). But now I see very well, very clearly \u2013 very
\nclearly: consciousness is replacing thought. <\/span><\/p>\n

And… (how to say it?) the difference: thought is something which
\ngoes this way (gesture of whirling), it moves, it moves… consciousness is
\nsomething that is like this (gesture of
\nhands opened, offered upward<\/i>). I cannot explain. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother closes her eyes and
\nremains with the hands open<\/i>.)<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 319<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Do you have anything to say or ask? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I was asking myself what
\nI could do to hasten the movement. In the daily life we are so much assailed by
\nso many things, are we not?… What can one do to hasten the movement? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

If one could
\nremain without being troubled, that would make a great difference. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

A great
\ndifference. <\/span><\/p>\n

You understand? My body is beginning \u2013 just beginning \u2013 to know
\nthat the divine side means a life (Mother
\nstretches out her arms into an immensity<\/i>), a life progressive and luminous;
\nbut the accumulation of past experiences says: \u201cOh! It is not possible!\u201d There
\nyou are, and so it is this idiotic \u201cnot possible\u201d which delays and spoils
\nthings. <\/span><\/p>\n

This is based upon the fact that as soon as the body gives up the
\ntrue attitude, it becomes painful, everything hurts, everything is suffering \u2013
\nthe impression is there as of death, of dissolution everywhere. Therefore it is
\nthat which strengthens … the imbecility of Matter. <\/span><\/p>\n

So, to tell the truth, I would rather not speak unless it is to
\nanswer a precise question. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

As for me I ask myself
\non what point precisely should I apply myself? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(After a silence<\/i>) Do you feel that you
\nhave passed beyond thought?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah, yes, that
\naltogether. The only thing that remains in me is a mechanical thought-movement,
\nbut other-<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 320<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

wise…\u00a0 <\/span>I can say that I never make use of my
\nthought. I have always the feeling that I am drawing from above. The
\nspeculative mind, for example, is impossible for me. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, then it
\nis all right, you are on the right path. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, yes! But
\npractically there is the feeling of a struggle, of being somewhat submerged. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, for
\nme, all the things on which I used to rely for action have as though crumbled
\ndown purposely so that I may say (for everything, even the most trifling
\nthings): \u201cWhat Thou willest<\/span>.\u201d It has become … it
\nhas become my only refuge. <\/span><\/p>\n

To an ordinary observer who does not know, one has to agree to
\npass for a blockhead. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But there are quite a
\nfew who see the Light also, you know. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Possibly. (Mother laughs.<\/i>) So much the better for
\nthem. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Very often, very often, I ask the Lord, \u201cHow can I help, now that
\nI can no more see clearly nor speak clearly?\u201d It is a state…. And the body
\ndoes not feel the decline! It is convinced that if tomorrow the Lord wanted it
\nto take up again its activities, it would be able to do so. The strength is
\nthere (Mother touches her arms, her
\nmuscles<\/i>), at times a mighty strength!… Why!… The condition is willed so
\nthat… I might be left quiet. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But, you know, this is
\nsurely a willed state, because I myself have the feeling, so far as I can
\nperceive in <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 321<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

my small measure, that
\nin your immobility you are like a tremendous generating centre. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, that I
\nknow. That I know. Tremendous. Yes, a Force….  <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 322<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n25 October 1972<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n


\nThe
\ndisciple gives a flower to Mother, and Mother gives it back to the disciple.
\n<\/font> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

It is \u201cthe power of
\nTruth in the subconscient<\/span>\u201d. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

In the subconscient<\/span> all the contradictions are accumulated. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

And it rises
\nthus (gesture of gushing up<\/i>), all the
\ntime, all the time. And then … you have the feeling that you are absolutely
\nimbecile, inconscient, of bad will. And all this (same gesture of a rising up from below<\/i>). <\/span><\/p>\n

And the consciousness is there (gesture around the head), peaceful,
\nextraordinarily peaceful… (Mother opens
\nout her hands<\/i>) \u201cMay Thy Will be done, O Lord.\u201d And then that puts a
\npressure upon what is coming from below. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is as though the battle of the world was being fought within my
\nconsciousness. <\/span><\/p>\n

It has come to such a point that to forget, to forget the Divine
\neven for a minute spells a catastrophe. <\/span><\/p>\n

And with you, how is it? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Well, it seems to be
\ninterminable, this cleansing of the subconscient<\/span>. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes. It is
\nnot merely that of one person, it is the subconscient<\/span>
\nof the earth. It is interminable. And yet one must… <\/span><\/p>\n

So, to stop that means to stop the work. To continue that means it
\nwould take time. … I do not know … it is interminable. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 323<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Clearly, yes, clearly, to stop that means to stop the work. It is
\nas though in the consciousness there (Mother
\nmakes a gesture around her head<\/i>) lay the centre of junction and action. <\/span><\/p>\n

So I have but one means, to keep quiet, quiet, quiet (Mother opens out her hands upward<\/i>)… to
\nhave the feeling that individuality is nothing, nothing, nothing \u2013 it allows
\nthe divine rays to pass. This is the only solution. It is the Divine who… who
\nmust do the battling. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Last time you said: Oh!
\nHundreds of years will be needed, perhaps thousands, before men turn consciously
\ntowards the Divine. But… <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps not.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

… one feels that this
\ntime something decisive is bound to come. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yes…. You
\nknow, I have the feeling that the person is like an image for fixing one’s
\nattention. Men have need of something \u2013 they have always had the need of
\nsomething of their dimension so that they can fix their attention. And so the
\nbody does all it can in order not to be an obstruction to the Divine Force
\nwhich passes through, it seeks to annul its interception, and at the same time
\nit sees that it is … as though an image that men need to fix their attention.  <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 324<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n4
\n November 1972<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The whole subconscient<\/span> … (Mother makes a gesture of a rising up from
\nbelow<\/i>.) <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is not a sensation, it is not knowledge, it is a kind of… (Mother feels the air with her hand<\/i>) …
\nit cannot be called a conviction: it is a certitude \u2013 a certitude in the perception
\n\u2013 that there is a Beatitude which… which is there, ready for us, and that
\nthere is a whole world of contradictions suppressed in the subconscient<\/span>
\nwhich comes up in this way to prevent us from feeling it. So… one might say
\nit is a battlefield, but in a perfect calm. It is impossible to describe. <\/span><\/p>\n

Impossible to describe. <\/span><\/p>\n

So, if I do not move and if I enter into this Consciousness, time
\npasses with a tremendous speed and in a kind of … luminous calm. And then, the
\nslightest thing that pulls me out of it, it is as though I was dragged into a
\nhell. That is it. <\/span><\/p>\n

The unease is so great that you feel you cannot live one minute or
\na few minutes in that way. And then … and then you call the Divine … then
\nyou feel you nestle within the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

Then it is all right.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 325<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n8
\n November 1972<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I have had for a moment \u2013 just a few seconds \u2013 the supramental
\nconsciousness. It was so wonderful, my child! … I have understood that if we
\nwere made to taste of that now, we would not wish to live otherwise. And we are
\nin the course of (gesture of kneading<\/i>)
\nchanging laboriously. And the change, the process of the change, seems… One
\ncan have it through a sort of indifference (I do not know how to say it). But
\nit does not last for long. And generally it is laborious. <\/span><\/p>\n

But that consciousness, it is so wonderful, you know! <\/span><\/p>\n

And it is a very interesting thing, for it is, as it were, an
\nutmost activity in a complete peace. But that lasted only a few seconds. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

And you? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a total
\nconsciousness? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

It is
\nextraordinary. It is like the harmonisation<\/span> of
\ncontraries. An activity, yes, total, tremendous, and a perfect peace. <\/span><\/p>\n

But all these are words.  <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a material
\nconsciousness? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The action
\nis a material action \u2013 but not in the same manner.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

(Silence<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

How can one come into
\ncontact with that more <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 326<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

easily? How can one
\nreach there or be there? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I do not
\nknow, because for me the whole consciousness, including that of the body, is
\nalways (gesture of offering<\/i>) turned
\nconstantly towards the … what it feels as the Divine. <\/span><\/p>\n

And that without \u201ctrying\u201d, you understand? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nPage – 327<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n20 December 1972<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You have nothing to ask? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I asked myself a
\nquestion about Sri Aurobindo. I wanted to know at what point he had arrived
\nwhen he passed away \u2013 at what point of transformation. What difference in the
\nwork, for example, is there between what you are doing now and what he was
\ndoing at that time? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

He had
\ngathered in his body a great amount of supramental force and as soon as he left
\n… You see, he was lying on his bed, I stood by his side, and in a way
\naltogether concrete \u2013 concrete with such a strong sensation as to make one
\nthink that it could be seen \u2013 all this supramental force which was in him
\npassed from his body into mine. And I felt the friction of the passage. It was
\nextraordinary \u2013 extraordinary. It was an extraordinary experience. For a long
\ntime, a long time like that (Mother
\nindicates the passing of the Force into her body<\/i>). I was standing beside
\nhis bed, and that continued. <\/span><\/p>\n

Almost a sensation \u2013 it was a material sensation. <\/span><\/p>\n

For a long time. <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But what I wanted to
\nunderstand is at what point of the inner work was, for example, the cleaning of
\nthe subconscient<\/span> and all that? What difference is
\nthere, say, between the work he had done at that time and the work to which you
\nhave come now? I mean to say, is the subconscient<\/span>
\nless subconscient<\/span> or … <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Oh! Yes, that, surely. Surely.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 328<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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

Well, this is the mental way of looking at things \u2013 I do not have
\nit any more. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The difference is
\nperhaps a difference in the general or collective intensity of this Power, of
\nthis Force, is it not so? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

There is a
\ndifference in the power for action. He himself possesses more action, more
\npower for action, now than when in his body. Besides, it is for that that he
\nleft, because it was necessary to act in that way. <\/span><\/p>\n

It is very concrete. His action has become very concrete.
\nEvidently it is something which is not at all mental. It is from another region.
\nBut it is not ethereal nor… it is concrete. One could almost say that it is
\nmaterial. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But this other region, I
\nhave often asked myself what is the true movement one must make to get there.
\nThere are two possible movements: the movement inward towards the soul, and
\nanother in which the individuality is annulled and one is rather in a wideness
\nwithout the individual…. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Both must be
\nthere. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Both must be there? <\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nPage – 329<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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


\n
\n30
\n December 1972<\/font><\/a><\/span><\/b> <\/font> <\/a> <\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

So it is going to be the new year. … <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Do you feel anything for this new year?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(After a silence<\/i>) Things have taken an
\nextreme form. So there is, as it were, an uplift of the atmosphere towards a splendour<\/span>… almost inconceivable, and at the same time the
\nfeeling that at any moment one may … one may die \u2013 not \u201cdie\u201d, but the body
\nmay be dissolved. And so the two at the same time form a consciousness (Mother shakes her head<\/i>) … all the old
\nthings seem puerile, childish, unconscious \u2013 within there … it is tremendous
\nand wonderful. <\/span><\/p>\n

So, the body, the body has one prayer \u2013 and it is always the same:
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Make me worthy of knowing Thee, <\/span><\/p>\n

Make me worthy of serving Thee, <\/span><\/p>\n

Make me worthy of being Thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

I feel in myself a growing force … but it is of a new quality…
\nin silence and in contemplation. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing is impossible (Mother
\nopens her hands upward<\/i>).  <\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/span><\/p>\n

So, if you have no questions … if you want silence … conscious
\nsilence… <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

But I do not know if I
\nam making the right movement. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(After a silence<\/i>) But when you want to
\nenter into relation with the Divine, what movement do you make? <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I place myself at your
\nfeet. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

(Mother smiles and goes into
\nherself.<\/i>) <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 330<\/span><\/p>\n

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