Time sense is completely topsy-turvy – when I think five minutes have passed, it’s an hour, and when I think an hour has passed, it’s five minutes! It’s completely, completely…. And I am puzzled, I am truly puzzled as to what causes it. Another standard of time. And it doesn’t follow my conscious will: I’ll start eating, thinking, "I want to be finished in twenty minutes" – and it takes me an hour! On another occasion, I don’t think of time: I finish in twenty-five minutes. I don’t understand.
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From an outward point of view, I am starting to look crazy!<\/p>\n
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At night (I have long nights, but I don’t sleep), I feel it’s over in one minute! … I go to bed saying to myself: ah, this will last a while – and it’s over in five minutes, it seems to me.
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Another time, I want to go fast, and it takes … almost an hour. I don’t understand.<\/p>\n
Do you still have activities at night?<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, but they are not "dreams," you see. I mean … it’s not that kind of thing at all.
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Sometimes I am identified with some people, and I thoroughly feel – I don’t feel it’s "another" person: I feel it’s myself. And sometimes it’s people I don’t know. There are all kinds of things.
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Page 328<\/font><\/p>\n The consciousness is VERY vast. It isn’t limited to one person or even a few persons: it is very vast. (silence)<\/i> But I am perplexed by what’s happening with clock time…. I thought it was not quite nine o’clock, and I was told it was already ten. I have no idea how that happened. I start my breakfast telling myself: Ah, I’ll eat fast, I am late – it takes me an hour! But I don’t say anything because people are so stupid they would say I am going crazy. That’s not it … I simply live in another consciousness.<\/p>\n It’s probably necessary for your body to live in a kind of<\/i><\/p>\n timelessness.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Oh, yes! I feel, I know – I know positively that my body is being accustomed to something else.<\/p>\n Because, certainly, the sense of time must bring wear and tear.<\/i><\/p>\n (silence)<\/i> So my one external resource – EXTERNALLY – iS to say the mantra: OM Namo Bhagavateh (it’s an external part of myself that says it); but inside, I am like this (Mother opens her hands upward in total stillness). <\/i>And now if I remain like that, hours may go by, and I won’t know it. What’s the time?<\/p>\n Half past ten, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n If you wake me ("wake me" is a way of speaking, of course!) at eleven, I’ll give you an example!<\/p>\n Yes, Mother!<\/i><\/p>\n Would you like to?<\/p>\n Yes, of course, Mother. <\/i><\/p>\n Page 329<\/font><\/p>\n (Mother plunges in for forty minutes, Did you feel something?<\/p>\n I feel very comfortable.<\/i><\/p>\n (Mother laughs and takes Satprem’s hands)<\/i> Yes! The trouble is that everything else is rather unpleasant! Page 330<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" December 23, 1972 Time sense is completely topsy-turvy – when I think five minutes have passed, it’s an hour, and when I think an hour…<\/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-5709","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\/5709","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=5709"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5709\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5709"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5709"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5709"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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Satprem slightly touches her hand to call her back)<\/i>
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