{"id":5619,"date":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5619"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","slug":"101-october-11-1972-vol-13-volume-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/13-volume-13\/101-october-11-1972-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-101_October 11_1972.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>October 11, 1972<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(After inquiring about Satprem&#8217;s health.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>And in general is it better?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes. I don&#8217;t know, how do you see it yourself?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P><i>(Mother laughs) <\/i>I mean, is it better on the whole? &#8230; Can&#8217;t you<P>&nbsp;hear?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, yes, of course I can hear! You mean the whole of &#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\n  <font size=\"2\">Page 294<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Of you?<\/p>\n<p><i>Oh, me&#8230;. I don&#8217;t know, I&#8217;m a speck of dust &#8230; that is trying<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;to<br \/>\n  be a little useful, that&#8217;s all.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother nods her head)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>But I don&#8217;t know what &quot;me&quot; is. Whenever I see that &quot;me,&quot; it<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;seems<br \/>\n  quite ridiculous and dark.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Everything good in me isn&#8217;t &quot;me&quot; at all.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>That I understand!<\/p>\n<p><i>So I really don&#8217;t know.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>That&#8217;s very good.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, but the person I &quot;inhabit,&quot; if I may say so, seems so dark, <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>so small, so &#8230; oh, so uninteresting!<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Listen, it&#8217;s the Divine who made us the way we are&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>&#8230; Our unconsciousness is what prevents us from knowing it, otherwise we would always be in a kind of luminous peace, and simply: what You want, Lord, what You want &#8230; <i>(Mother opens her hands in a gesture of total surrender). <\/i>Like that.<br \/>\n<P>For me &#8211; I mean, for this sort of &#8230; for this <i>(Mother pinches the skin of her arms), <\/i>which has lived so many years but doesn&#8217;t know anything anymore, and can&#8217;t do anything anymore, there&#8217;s only &#8230; <i>(same gesture of surrender, hands offered to the Lord).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Whatever conscious will is left is used to remain attentive &#8211; attentive, absolutely still and peaceful <i>(gesture of listening to the above)<\/i>. To try not to obstruct or distort what the Lord &#8230; <i>(Mother corrects herself) <\/i>what the Divine wants. That&#8217;s all. And not a personal Divine: the Divine Consciousness at work in the world.<br \/>\n<P>We know nothing, we know absolutely nothing, we are totally stupid really, but if we can be like this <i>(gesture, hands open): <\/i>receptive &#8211; receptive in a silence &#8230; a silence that worships &#8230; Light, Light &#8230; a perfect Knowledge and unerring Will&#8230;.<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 295<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother opens her hands <br \/>long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>You have nothing to say?<\/p>\n<p><i>No, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Or ask?<\/p>\n<p><i>One always has a feeling of &#8230; yes, of always being full of all<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;sorts<br \/>\n  of problems. There&#8217;s a hiatus, an increasingly painful<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;chasm between a life you know is tranquil and vast, and a<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;person who is&#8230;. You feel the disparity between the two is <\/i>\n  <\/p>\n<p><i>getting more and more poignant.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, that&#8217;s exactly what I am living through.<P>&nbsp;But then I&#8217;ve learned<br \/>\nthat there&#8217;s only one way:<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother opens her hands)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>That is it. Do you understand?<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges in)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 296<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>October 11, 1972 (After inquiring about Satprem&#8217;s health.) And in general is it better? Yes. I don&#8217;t know, how do you see it yourself? 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