{"id":5620,"date":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5620"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:16","slug":"004-january-8-1972-vol-13-volume-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/13-volume-13\/004-january-8-1972-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-004_January 8_1972.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>January 8, 1972<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>What&#8217;s new? &#8230; Feeling better? &#8230; No? &#8230;<\/p>\n<p><i>I don&#8217;t know. I don&#8217;t quite understand what course we&#8217;re<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;following.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Why, I myself don&#8217;t understand it at all! Simply &#8230; <i>(Mother opens her hands in a gesture of surrender).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It isn&#8217;t easy.<br \/>\n<P>It isn&#8217;t easy, but it&#8217;s what I was telling you: both extremes. It isn&#8217;t easy, but all of a sudden, for a few seconds, everything becomes wonderful, and then again&#8230;. So I&#8217;d rather not speak about it.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Now that I am here like this, in seclusion, the lowest nature of everyone comes out. They do things, thinking &quot;Oh, Mother won&#8217;t know.&quot; That&#8217;s how it is. So this &quot;Mother won&#8217;t know&quot; means there&#8217;s no more restraint. I would say it&#8217;s rather disgusting.<br \/>\n<P>People to whom I have said, &quot;You can&#8217;t stay in the Ashram&quot; move in anyway. And nobody stops them. Not only that, but they go to the Auroville offices and try to direct things. I tell you &#8230; it has become really, really disgusting.<br \/>\n<P>Because I am here, because I don&#8217;t see so clearly anymore and my hearing isn&#8217;t so good &#8211; so they take advantage of it.<br \/>\n<P>People say that I am no longer in control in the Ashram, that those around me direct and do exactly as they please.<\/p>\n<p><i>!!!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>But it&#8217;s not true.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 24<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>Of course, it&#8217;s not true! [[How blind I was! in fact, I remained blind almost till the end. I could not bring myself to believe in the evidence. ]] <\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s not true.<br \/>\n<P>In terms of consciousness, the consciousness is FAR superior to what it was &#8211; that I know &#8211; but my expression is&#8230;. I no longer have any power of expression. And then, I never go out of this room, so they are all convinced that I won&#8217;t know what&#8217;s going on.<br \/>\n<P>I prefer to&#8230;. You see, I would like to abolish this personality as much as possible, leaving only an external form. All the time, I would be &#8230; only a transmitting channel, like this<i> (gesture of something flowing through Mother)<\/i>. And I don&#8217;t even ask to be conscious of it.<br \/>\n<P>I feel the Divine Presence all the time &#8211; all the time &#8211; very strongly, but&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>And this is what happens: at times, in some cases, the Power is so tremendous, so potent that I myself am flabbergasted, while at other times I sense, not that the Power has gone, but &#8230; I just don&#8217;t know what happens.<br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know how to explain it.<br \/>\n<P>And naturally people tell me, &quot;You have cured me, you have saved so-and-so, you &#8230;&quot; I almost perform miracles, but &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>They think it&#8217;s me, but there&#8217;s no &quot;me&quot;! There&#8217;s nothing, there&#8217;s no &quot;me&quot; here; it&#8217;s only &#8230; <i>(gesture of something flowing through Mother) <\/i>the Force flowing. I try, I only try not to block, not to check or diminish anything, that&#8217;s my sole effort: let it go through me as impersonally as possible.<br \/>\n<P>You&#8217;re the only one I can say these things to &#8211; to the others I say nothing, absolutely nothing.<br \/>\n<P>But you, I don&#8217;t even know if you feel the same thing&#8230;. I don&#8217;t know if you feel that the Power is here. Do you feel it?<\/p>\n<p><i>Oh, yes! The Power, I feel it tremendously! Certainly. It is<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;tre-men-dous.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>But what is it that you don&#8217;t feel, then? You seem to have a reservation.<br \/>\nTell me.<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 25<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>It all depends whether I am with you or away from you. When <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I&#8217;m away from you, possibly&#8230;. Well, my complaint has to do<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;with a lack of presence, a presence that&#8217;s &#8230; what&#8217;s the word?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Tangible?<\/p>\n<p><i>No, not that. I feel the Power, but &#8230; if I could feel something<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;more<br \/>\n  in the heart, you understand, something more &#8230; inti<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>mate, something more vivid, less impersonal as a matter of fact.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, that! Yes, I agree. But everything tends to insist on that impersonalization.<br \/>\n<P>In my consciousness it is like a transitional condition (not a final condition, a transitional one) required to attain immortality. That&#8217;s what it is. There is something &#8211; something to be found. But what, I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence<br \/>Mother shakes her head as if at a loss)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Well, the old way of seeing things (I don&#8217;t mean the ordinary way), the old way of seeing things has sort of dissolved leaving the place for &#8230; everything to be learned anew <i>(Mother opens her hands, attentive to what comes from above).<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s in the consciousness of the physical body, you know. A sort of &#8230; not even an alternation of states, it&#8217;s as if both were constantly together: the sense that you know nothing and are completely impotent in terms of, well, the &quot;present&quot; way of doing and knowing things; and at the same time &#8211; at the very same time (not even one behind the other, or one in the other or beside the other; I just don&#8217;t know how to put it in words) &#8211; at the same time, the sense of an absolute knowledge, an absolute power. And the two states are not in one another, not behind one another, or beside one another, they&#8217;re &#8230; I don&#8217;t know&#8230;. Both are there <i>(simultaneous gesture).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I could almost say that it depends on whether I am according to others (by &quot;I,&quot; I mean this body), according to other human beings, or according to the Divine. That&#8217;s it. And both states are <i>&#8230; (same simultaneous gesture).<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 26<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s very concrete. Take food, for example &#8230; the best example is food. The body needs food to live, yet everything in the body is a stranger to food. So meals are becoming an almost unsolvable problem&#8230;. To put it in a simplistic way, it&#8217;s as if I no longer knew how to eat, although another way of eating comes spontaneously when I don&#8217;t observe myself eating. Do you understand what I mean?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>And the same applies to seeing, to hearing. I feet all my faculties diminishing. In that respect, it is true, I don&#8217;t know what people are doing, saying or anything, but at the same time &#8230; At the same time &#8211; I have a MUCH TRUER perception of what they are, of what they think and do: of the world. A truer perception, but so new that I don&#8217;t know how to describe it.<br \/>\n<P>So &#8230; I am no longer this, but I am not yet the other. It&#8217;s like this <i>(gesture in between). <\/i>Not easy.<\/p>\n<p><i>No!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>And people&#8217;s reactions <i>(Mother holds her head between her hands) <\/i>are so utterly false! &#8230;<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges in)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 27<\/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>January 8, 1972 What&#8217;s new? &#8230; Feeling better? &#8230; No? &#8230; I don&#8217;t know. I don&#8217;t quite understand what course we&#8217;re &nbsp;following. 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