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\nPart Five<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Notes
\nand Reflections<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Found,
\nwith this title, among the Mother’s manuscripts<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 123<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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\nOn the
\nMysteries of the Ascent towards God <\/font> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/font><\/span>o judge the
\nevents of history, a certain distance is needed; similarly, if one knows how to
\nrise high enough above material contingencies, one can see the terrestrial life
\nas a whole. From that moment, it is easy to realise that all the efforts of
\nmankind converge towards the same goal. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>It
\nis true that collectively or individually, men follow very different paths to
\nreach it; some of these paths twist and turn so much that they seem at first
\nsight to move away from the goal rather than to lead towards it; but all are
\ngoing there, consciously or unconsciously, swiftly or more slowly. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>What
\nthen is this goal? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>It
\nis one with the purpose of man’s life and his mission in the universe. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>The
\ngoal: \u201cCall him what you will, for to the wise, he is the Possessor of all
\nnames.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>The
\nTao of the Chinese \u2013 The Brahman of the Hindus \u2013 The Law of the Buddhists \u2013 The
\nGood of Hermes \u2013 That which cannot be named, according to the ancient Jewish
\ntradition \u2013 The God of the Christians \u2013 The Allah of the Muslims \u2013 The Justice,
\nthe Truth of the materialists. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>The
\npurpose of man’s life is to become conscious of That. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>His
\nmission is to manifest It. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>All
\nreligions, all the teachings of all the sages are nothing other than methods to
\nreach this goal. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>They can be classified into three principal
\ncategories. First method–intellectual: The love of Truth, the search for the
\nAbsolute. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>By
\ndiscernment, study, reflection, analysis, control and concentration of the
\nthought, one dispels the illusion of personality, a whirl of atoms in a single
\nsubstance which is itself nothing but an appearance: a condensation of the
\nether. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>When we say myself <\/i>what do we speak of? The body? The
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 125<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

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sensations? The feelings? The thoughts? All this has no stability.
\nThe appearance of continuity comes from a rigorous determinism obtaining in
\neach of these realms of the being; and into this determinism there enter as
\nmany external as internal agents. Where then is the self, that is to say,
\nsomething permanent, constant, ever the same? In order to find it, to find this
\nabsolute, we must proceed from depth to depth, from relativity to relativity \u2013
\nfor all that is in form is relative \u2013 until we reach That which is Unthinkable
\nto our reason, Unutterable to our language, but knowable by identification \u2013
\nfor we carry That in ourselves, it is the very centre and life of our being. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Second
\nmethod \u2013 the love of God. It is the method of those who have a developed
\nreligious sense. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Aspiration towards the Divine Essence of all
\nthings that we have perceived in a moment of integral illumination. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Then self-consecration to this Divine Essence,
\nto this Eternal Law, integral self-giving, at every moment, in all one’s
\nactions. Complete surrender: one is now only a docile instrument, a faithful
\nservant before the Supreme Master. The Love is so complete that it causes a
\ndetachment from all that is not the Divine Absolute and perfect concentration
\non Him. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u201cBesides, it is not impossible to rise higher
\nthan that, for love itself is a veil between the lover and the Beloved.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/span>Third method \u2013 the love of humanity. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>As
\na consequence of a clear vision, an intense perception of the immense suffering
\nof humanity, there arises the resolution to consecrate oneself entirely to
\nmaking this suffering cease. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Self-oblivion in the giving of all one’s
\nthoughts, all one’s energies, all one’s activities to succour others, in
\nhowever small a degree. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u201cWith your hearts overflowing with compassion,
\ngo forth into this world torn by pain, be instructors, and wherever the
\ndarkness of ignorance rules, there light a torch.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>This consecration to humanity manifests in
\nfour domains. <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 126<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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One can give to others in four ways: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Material gifts. Intellectual gifts: knowledge.
\nSpiritual gifts: harmony, beauty, rhythm. The integral gift, which can be made only
\nby those who have followed the three paths, who have synthesised within
\nthemselves all the methods of development, of becoming conscious of That which
\nis Eternal: the gift of example. The example which is not self-conscious and
\nwhich one gives because one is, because one lives in the Eternal Divine
\nConsciousness. <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 127<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\nTwo
\nParallel Movements <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/font><\/span>here should be two parallel movements in the evolution of an
\nindividual; and it is because he generally neglects one or the other of these
\nmovements in order to concentrate on one alone, that his progress is so halting
\nand so unbalanced. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>One
\nof these movements is to become conscious of all the constituent elements of
\nthe being, material and sensory as well as intellectual and spiritual; we must
\nbecome acquainted with the mechanism of the life within us, with all its
\ntendencies, qualities, faculties and varied activities, very impartially, that
\nis, without any preconceived idea of good or evil, without any absolute or
\narbitrary judgment (for our judgments are inevitably lacking in
\nclear-sightedness) about what should subsist and what should disappear, what
\nshould be encouraged and what should be suppressed. Our vision of what we are
\nmust be objective, without bias, if we want it to be sincere and integral: we
\nare faced with a universe which we must explore down to its smallest details,
\nknow in its most obscure and infinitesimal elements, with a scientific attitude
\nof perfect mental impersonality, that is, without any a priori<\/i> judgments. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Whatever we may think, this work of
\nobservation, analysis and introspection is never completed. At all events, as
\nlong as we are on earth in a physical body, we should always study the
\nimmensely complex being that we are, so that no element may elude our knowledge
\nand therefore our control:\u00a0 <\/span>for we can only master what we know and
\ncommand what we have mastered.<\/i> <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>This brings us to the second movement which
\nshould exist parallel to and simultaneous with the first. It is the
\nconsecration, the constant and constantly repeated surrender of all the
\nelements subject to our control to the Supreme and Divine Law. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Each element that has become conscious of
\nitself, each tendency, each faculty, must surrender to the Sovereign Guidance
\nof the Eternal Essence of Being, with the simple trust of a child; <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 128<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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She will order, classify and utilise all these elements in the
\nright way; She and She alone can separate what can be used from what cannot,
\nwhat must be encouraged from what must be eliminated; and, no doubt, as before
\nHer all is of equal value, all can be used, since by Her all is transformed,
\nillumined, transfigured: all that becomes conscious of Her and gives itself to
\nHer becomes Herself and thus escapes all notions of good and evil, which are
\npurely external and human. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>One
\nof these movements, one of these attitudes without the other is incomplete and
\none-sided. To consecrate our being in one block to the Supreme Essence is not
\nenough: all the elements that we do not know and have not mastered elude this
\nconsecration and therefore follow their own law instead of conforming to the
\nEternal Law, and become the source of every disturbance, every unexpected
\nrevolt in one who had yet thought himself to be entirely a servant of The Law.
\nBut he was forgetful of all the unknown nooks in his being which also have a
\nclaim to life and activity and which are manifested in their turn, but in an
\nactivity that is disorderly and disharmonious relative to the being as a whole,
\nsince they elude the central will. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>On
\nthe other hand, to become conscious of ourselves in our smallest details is
\nvain and sterile, even dangerous, if it is not done for the sake of order, so
\nthat the Divine Essence can be made the Omnipotent ruler of all these elements,
\nif we do not secure their unreserved surrender to Her supreme guidance, to The
\nSovereign Law. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Only in the balanced union of these two
\nattitudes can one truly, integrally, call oneself a Servant of the Eternal.
\n\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 129<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\nTowards
\nthe Supreme Light <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\nS<\/font><\/span>ome people \u2013 nearly all \u2013 live in their sensations, to the extent
\nof being conscious only of the present moment. They must be taught the
\nconsciousness of their whole life and shown the extent to which their feelings
\nare transient and will be replaced, in the course of their existence, by
\ninnumerable contradictory sensations. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>(The candle) <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Those who have become conscious of their life
\nin its entirety must be taught to identify their consciousness with that of the
\nearth (to enter into a depth of their being which is one with the terrestrial
\ndestinies). What is the duration of one life compared with the duration of the
\nearth? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>(The gaslight) <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Those who have become conscious of the
\nterrestrial life must be taught to identify their consciousness with that of
\nthe universe, to find within themselves that which is one with the universe and
\nwill last as long as the universe. (What is the duration of the earth in
\ncomparison to that of the universe? One breath!) <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>(The electric light) <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Those who have become conscious of the
\nuniversal life, in all its forms, must be taught to identify their
\nconsciousness with That which is Eternal, with That which has never begun and
\nwill never end, with the Permanent, the Immutable, beyond Which there is
\nnothing. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>And
\nfor them will be kindled the undying Light. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>(The Supreme Light)
\n\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 130<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\nThree
\nDreams <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\n1<\/span><\/p>\n

\nW<\/font><\/span>e were on the summit of a mountain, so high that the valleys were
\ninvisible. The sky was perfectly clear and colourless. The summit of the
\nmountain was covered with rich pastures. In these pastures, four herds of cows
\nwere grazing, guarded by four cowherds. These herds were at an equal distance
\nfrom one another, thus forming approximately the four corners of a square. Each
\nguardian had his own very particular appearance and characteristics. \u201cHe\u201d was
\nseeking something that he wanted to express and make effective, and for this he
\nlacked certain elements. These elements lay beyond the summit of the mountain
\nand He was asking me if there was any way of going there to fetch them. The
\nquestion was voiced aloud and all the cows of the herd that was nearest to us
\nbounded towards Him, lowing with delight. The man who was leading them, tall,
\nstrong, stocky, clothed in animal skins, white-skinned and very hairy, with
\nblack, shaggy hair and a square face, went towards Him and said to Him in a
\nloud voice, \u201cI put myself entirely at your disposal, my cows want to serve you
\nand so do I. I shall lead them to the place where the elements of knowledge you
\nwant to acquire are lying and we shall bring them to you.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>While he was speaking, the herd which was on
\nthe right in the same line drew near, led by its guardian, who was interested
\nand came to listen. He was tall, thin, sumptuously dressed, with smooth skin,
\nan oval, elongated face and very black and silky hair falling to his shoulders.
\nOne part of his garment was red, but there were several other colours. He was
\nfriendly and well-disposed. But he did not offer his services. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>2 August 1914<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 131<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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\n2<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>We were
\nadvancing along the broad white highway which led to our goal, when at a fork
\nin the road we saw a great number of people massing and huddling together with
\nexpressions of terror. We wonder why as we proceed on our way, when we hear
\nourselves being called by a shepherd dressed in white, who tells us to join the
\npeople on the bank by the roadside. And in answer to our enquiry, he tells us
\nthat an enormous herd of cows and bulls has been kept prisoner until now, but
\nthat the time has come to let them loose, that the rope which is holding them
\nback will be removed, and that they are going to charge and are likely to
\ndestroy everything in their path. I reply, \u201cIndeed these creatures are full of
\nvigour and sometimes even of apparently blind violence, but for people such as
\nwe two who are walking straight on our way, there is nothing to fear; bulls
\nhave never done us any harm.\u201d But the shepherd insists, saying that it is
\nreally something exceptional and unprecedented. So as not to vex him we stop
\nand stand by the roadside in front of the crowding people. But there again he
\ninsists, saying, \u201cNot there, not there, you will be trampled down, behind.\u201d And
\nhe makes us stand behind all the others, back from the side of the road. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>At
\nthat moment, in the distance, I catch sight of the immense herd of cows and
\nbulls; the rope that held them back is removed and they surge forward, charging
\nstraight in front of them; and if anyone had been in their path, they would
\ncertainly have trampled him down. When all have passed, the leader of the herd,
\nwho had been kept until last, is let loose. He is a splendid, enormous white
\nbull. Instead of following the same path as the others, he turns to the right,
\nin front of us, following the descending path. But after a moment he stops, looking
\nfor something, does not find it, retraces his steps, and finally stations
\nhimself just in front of me. Then I see that it is a triple bull, composed of
\nthree bulls closely bound together. One of the three (the middle one, I think)
\nwas a little less white than the two <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 132<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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others. To my left there was a priest who, at the sight of this
\nenormous creature charging upon us and halting just in front of me, is seized
\nwith a great fear. And in his fright he begins to move restlessly. Then I say
\nto him, \u201cWell then, what about your faith in God? If He has decided that you
\nare to be trampled down by this bull, won’t you find that His will is good?\u201d
\nRather ashamed of himself, he wants to look brave, so he starts talking to the
\nbull and giving him friendly pats on the muzzle<\/i>.
\nBut the powerful creature was beginning to lose patience. And I was thinking,
\n\u201cWith his fear, this fool will really end up by causing a disaster.\u201d \u201cWe had
\nbetter go away,\u201d I said, turning towards \u201cHim\u201d. And without any further care for
\nthe bull, we set out on our way once more. We have scarcely taken a few steps
\non the road when we see the bull quietly passing beside us, calm and strong. A
\nlittle farther on, I see another bull coming in the opposite direction, all
\nreddish-brown, with a wild and ferocious look, charging with its huge horns
\npointed forward. I look back towards \u201cHim\u201d, walking a few steps behind me, and
\nI say to him, \u201cThis one is the really dangerous creature, the one that is alone
\nand going in the opposite direction to the others. This one has evil
\nintentions. It cannot even see us because we are on the straight path and are
\nprotected. But I am much afraid for the others.\u201d Still a little farther on we
\nhear a galloping sound behind us, as if the ferocious bull were coming back
\nwith others. I feel that it is time for us to reach the goal. At that moment
\nthe road seems to be closed; in front of us there is a door that I want to
\nopen, but my hand slips on the knob and I cannot turn it. And yet time is
\npressing. Then I distinctly hear the deep Voice, \u201cLook.\u201d I look up, and right
\nin front of us, beside the closed door, I see a wide-open door leading into a
\nsquare room which is the goal. And the voice resumes, \u201cEnter. That is where all
\nthe doors are to be found and you will be able to open them all.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

With a feeling of great peace and tranquil
\nstrength I woke up.\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

1914
\n(after August)<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 133<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n3<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Lord, last night you gave me a dream. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>This is what I remember of it: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>At the
\ntop of a very high tower standing on a high mountain, in a room so vast that it
\nseemed to be low, I was leaning against the far wall, and facing me was a
\nwindow looking outside. On my left a raised throne with several steps, and on
\nthe throne sat the Lord of Nations.\u00b9 This I knew although I had not looked at
\nhim. To my right at the far end of the immense room, in a kind of alcove lit
\nfrom above, sat a young woman \u2013 a nation. She was a small, dumpy child with
\nvery dark hair and a pale and mat complexion. She had put on a wedding-dress,
\nwith a crown of white flowers on her head (the dress was mostly white with some
\nblue and a few touches of gold). I knew that I had helped this nation to dress
\nin this way, and to climb the mountain and the tower to come up to the room.
\nShe had come to offer herself as a bride to the Lord of Nations, and for this
\npurpose she was to undergo a series of ordeals that the Lord wanted to impose
\nupon her in order to know whether she was worthy of him. These ordeals were the
\nordeals of Terror. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>For
\nthe first ordeal he had a full glass as well as a decanter brought to her. And
\nshe was to drink the contents of both. To her they seemed to be blood \u2013 human
\nblood newly shed. And He, from the height of his throne, was saying to her, \u201cDrink
\nthis blood to show that you are not afraid.\u201d The poor child was trembling with
\ndisgust and did not dare touch the ghastly beverage. But at that hour, Lord,
\nYou had given me the full consciousness and power of the Truth. From where I
\nstood I could <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00b9 <\/font> <\/span>The Lord of Nations is an asura, a hostile
\nbeing of the mentalised vital plane. Of him the Mother said in 1953:\u201dEven now,
\namong the beings who are concerned with the earth, the asuric beings, the
\ngreatest of the asuras who is still busy with the earth at present, who is the
\nasura of falsehood and calls himself the \u2018Lord of Nations\u2019 \u2013 he has taken a
\nbeautiful name, he is Lord of Nations \u2013 it is he, wherever there is something
\ngoing wrong, you may be sure it is he or a representative of his who is there.\u201d
\n<\/font>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n


\nQuestions
\nand Answers 1953 (10 June), p.98.<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 134<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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clearly see the transparent purity of the water which the glass
\nand the decanter really contained. And while the child was still hesitating and
\nthe Lord was taunting her in a biting tone, \u201cWhat! you are trembling already!
\nThis is yet only the first ordeal, the easiest of all, what will you do next?\u201d\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Then, heedless of the consequences, I cried to
\nthe child in a language that the Lord did
\nnot understand<\/i>, \u201cYou can drink without fear, it is only water, pure water,
\nI swear it.\u201d And the child, trusting in my word that dispelled the suggestion,
\nbegan to drink calmly…<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>But
\nbecause of the force with which I had spoken, the Lord suspected something and
\nturned towards me in fury, rebuking me for speaking when I should not. To which
\nI replied \u2013 still heedless of the consequences which I knew to be inevitable \u2013
\n\u201cWhat I say is not your concern since You cannot understand the language I have
\nused!\u201d\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Then the memorable thing happened.\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>The
\nroom suddenly grew as dark as night and in this night a still darker form
\nappeared, a form I perceived distinctly although no one else could see it. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>This form of darkness was like the shadow of
\nthe light of Truth within me. And this shadow was Terror. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Immediately the fight began. The being, whose
\nhair was like furious serpents, moving with hideous contortions and terrible
\ngnashing of teeth, rushed upon me. If with only one of her fingers she were to
\ntouch my breast at the place of the heart the
\ngreat calamity for the world<\/i> would occur, and this had to be avoided at all
\ncosts. It was a fearful battle. All the powers of Truth were concentrated in my
\nconsciousness; and nothing less was needed to fight against so formidable a foe
\nas Terror! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Her
\nendurance and strength in combat were remarkable. At last came the supreme
\nmoment of the fight. We were so close to each other that it seemed impossible
\nthat we should not touch, and her outstrehed finger drew nearer, threatening my
\nbreast..<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>At
\nthat precise moment the Lord of Nations, who could see <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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nothing of the tragic battle, stretched out his hand to take
\nsomething from a small table at his side. This hand \u2013 unawares \u2013 passed between
\nmy opponent and myself. I was then able to take support from it and Terror, for
\nthis time definitely vanquished, sank to the ground like a dark dust without
\npower or reality…<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Then, recognising the one who sat on the
\nthrone, and doing homage to his power, I leant my head upon his shoulder and
\nsaid to him joyfully, \u201cTogether, we have conquered Terror!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Such was my dream \u2013 and with it You gave me
\nthe full understanding of it. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>For
\nall this I give thanks to You, as for a priceless gift. <\/span>\n<\/p>\n

\n\u00a0<\/span>31
\nJanuary – 1 February\u00a0 <\/span>[1915? ] <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage – 136<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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\n
\nThe War <\/font> <\/a> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n1<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI<\/font><\/span> have visited trains, each one bringing between five and six
\nhundred wounded from the front. It is a moving sight, not so much because of
\nall that these unfortunate men are suffering, but above all because of the
\nnoble manner in which most of them bear their sufferings. Their soul shines
\nthrough their eyes, the slightest contact with the deeper forces awakens it.
\nAnd from the intensity, the fullness of the powers of true love which could, in
\ntheir presence, be manifested in perfect silence, it was easy to realise the
\nvalue of their receptivity. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Then the mentality which takes pleasure in
\nmaking constructions for realisation begins to imagine all that could be
\naccomplished with the help of this receptivity. And scenes, both vast and
\ncomplex, of possible realisations follow one after another, streaming endlessly
\nin the splendour of their light and love. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Besides, at present, the smallest incident,
\nthe slightest contact with the outside world serves as a pretext for
\ninnumerable constructions which to the mentality appear vast, luminous, full of
\nan intense life and a great power for realisation. They are like so many outer
\nframes or forms of manifestation offered for the approval and the choice of
\nThat which wants to manifest \u2013 but at the side of the daring constructor stands
\nthe loving and docile child who, in an ardent aspiration towards the Supreme
\nPrinciple of Truth, softly murmurs: \u201cLord, I am ignorant of Thy Will in its
\nentirety, I construct events which are commensurate with my paltry individual
\nlimitations and which probably fit very badly into the immensity of Thy plan.
\nBut Thou knowest that they are nothing but fleeting constructions which are
\ndissolved as soon as they are created and which in no way mar the purity of the
\nmental mirror ready to reflect at each moment the appropriate transcription of
\nwhat Thou willest the integral instrument to execute.\u201d And then the whole
\nbeing, in a vast and luminous <\/span>
\n
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and objectless ecstasy, ceases to be \u201ca being\u201d and becomes the
\nBoundless. And in the silence of contemplation the mentality knows that all
\nthese diverse constructions which present themselves to it are part of a whole
\nwhich will be given to it to manifest progressively, perhaps through the medium
\nof several bodily instruments. And the simultaneous vision of That which is and
\nthat which is becoming takes hold of this consciousness and does not leave it
\nfor many hours, hours ever more frequent and lasting. <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>12 May 1915<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n2<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span>The
\nentire nervous plane seems to have swept down upon earth; but in its form of
\npower, of force, it is localised in the area of combat. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Elsewhere, behind the lines or in the neutral
\ncountries, this plane has embodied itself mainly in its form of weakness, nervous
\ntension, feverishness, impatience, unruly imagination, frittering away all
\nenergies for action. All those who are not fighting feel bereft of the
\ntremendous power which is driving \u2013 sometimes to the point of literally
\nmaddening them \u2013 those who are fighting and killing each other. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>All
\nthose who go into the war zone \u2013 a clearly defined zone from the point of view
\nof the active influences and atmosphere \u2013 are seized, carried away,
\nimpersonalised in a formidable current, as impetuous as a raging ocean. They
\nare disindividualised, as it were, reduced to an elemental state, to the state
\nof natural forces which, like the wind, the storm or the waters, accomplish
\ntheir earthly work, moved by a Will of which they are unconscious. They are no
\nlonger men but masses that move and act; and even the innumerable instances
\nwhich seem to spring from courage, from individual heroism, are yet akin to the
\nheroism of bees or ants \u2013 almost mechanical gestures, instinctive ges-<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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tures \u2013 induced in an isolated element by the collective consciousness
\nof the genius of the race. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Discarding all mental constructions, sensing
\nthem to be poor and strengthless compared to the realising, destructive power
\nat their command, they will be invincible instruments of the transforming Will;
\nand until they have gone to the very end of their task nothing can possibly be
\nattempted for future reconstructions. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>At
\npresent these forces, for the major part at least, are closely linked to the
\ndivine Consciousness which is guiding their surging flood, directing the flow
\nof their seemingly untamed and untamable torrent \u2013 indeed, because it is not
\nsubject to any mental guidance, they obey its impulsion: will they know how,
\nwill they be able to obey to the very end? Will they not let themselves be
\ncarried away by their own movement? Will not Kali, the longer she dances, lose
\ncontrol over her dance?..<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>All
\ndepends on the clarity with which the divine Will can be manifested upon earth;
\nif it has been able in time to prepare for itself instruments which are
\nsufficiently receptive and pure, instruments which are consciously immersed in
\nits Essence while maintaining an effective contact with the active nervous
\npower, then this monstrous and sublime outpouring of unbridled energies will
\nyield its utmost results for the transformation of earth and man. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nParis<\/span>, <\/span>28 October 1915<\/span> <\/span>
\n
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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