(Mother has just spent an hour and fifteen minutes<\/i>
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Do you have something?<\/p>\n
No, nothing in particular, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n
Then I’ll give you only ten minutes. Something strange is happening which I don’t understand – and it’s getting stronger and stronger: it took me more than an hour to eat my breakfast, yet when I started I told myself: I must finish this in twenty minutes. And I really thought I had finished in twenty minutes !
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Time … I have completely lost the sense of time.
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I was convinced I had finished in twenty minutes and it took me more than an hour – to eat nothing!
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I take a bite or a sip, and then ten minutes, twenty minutes go by (gesture showing the glass or spoon in midair while Mother goes off) <\/i>… I don’t know where, I don’t know what.
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But what’s extraordinary is the disparity: usually I don’t think about the time, but since it was your day and it was already late, I told myself: I must finish in twenty minutes – and it took me more than an hour!
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There’s something there I must understand. Clearly, the standard of time changes. But it’s very impractical.<\/p>\n
But is this consciousness you go into … (what’s the word?)<\/i><\/p>\n
active
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(Mother closes her eyes for a moment) <\/i>I feel I am in a light. A light that’s….
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If I go into it, it will last an hour!
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The same at night: I don’t sleep; at first, as I lie in bed, I have a pain here, a pain there…. Then I enter the consciousness where pain disappears, and suddenly I wake up (I am not "asleep," I am in … a light, a formless light), with the impression I’ve been in bed an hour, while in actuality it was five or six.
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I just go into … (Mother closes her eyes) <\/i>oh, I tell you it can last … I have but to do this (Mother closes her eyes) <\/i>… I could keep you here for an hour and not know it!
But today I am so late I shouldn’t keep you. I regret it; but something has to be found.<\/p>\n But is this light active? Or are you just….<\/i><\/p>\n Oh, yes! It does PLENTY of things…. But not, not in the usual way. It’s…. (Mother closes her eyes for a moment)<\/i> Did you feel something?<\/p>\n Yes, Mother! [[Always that same massive power which seems to rise from within and seize the whole being in a kind of solid fire. ]] <\/i><\/p>\n Well, that’s how it is. And hours go by unnoticed. One day I must take you there with me.<\/p>\n Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n Not today. But one day when I am not late, we’ll go there together, and perhaps you’ll know. Yes. One must be patient, mon petit. (Satprem hands Mother a garland of "Aspiration")<\/i> Oh, how nice it smells! What day is today?<\/p>\n Saturday.<\/i><\/p>\n What date is next Wednesday?<\/p>\n The 6th, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n The 6th, there will be a lot of people probably….<\/p>\n And the 9th there’s also a meditation.<\/i><\/p>\n So we’ll have to postpone it for the week after. What date will that be? Page 320<\/font><\/p>\n December 13.<\/i><\/p>\n (To the attendant:) <\/i>Put as few people as possible on the 13th.<\/p>\n (The attendant:) I don’t put anyone!<\/i><\/p>\n I want to try an experiment.<\/p>\n (The attendant:) I won’t put anyone … extra.<\/i><\/p>\n Good. So let’s be patient! (Satprem rests his forehead on Mother’s knees)<\/i> It’s completely, completely new…. Something completely new, which I don’t understand. We’ll see. I would be interested to do it with you and see your sensation. But we must wait a little. Au revoir, then. Page 321<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" December 2, 1972 (Mother has just spent an hour and fifteen minutes eating her "breakfast.") Do you have something? No, nothing in particular, Mother. Then I’ll…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[140],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5652","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-13-volume-13","wpcat-140-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5652","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5652"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5652\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5652"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5652"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5652"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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