{"id":5719,"date":"2013-07-13T02:03:48","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5719"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:03:48","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:48","slug":"119-december-9-1972-vol-13-volume-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/13-volume-13\/119-december-9-1972-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-119_December 9_1972.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>December 9, 1972<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother caresses the flowers Sujata has just brought her.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I still have my cold&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><i>(Satprem:) But you look better, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. It isn&#8217;t really a &quot;cold.&quot;<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 322<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>Yes, I am sure&#8230;. I felt there was a cyclone &#8230; a real cyclone <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>within.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P><i>(Mother laughs)<\/i> There WAS a cyclone within.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Obviously, everything is designed so that the only &#8230; (I can&#8217;t find the word in French) <i>reliance, <\/i>the only support is in the Divine. But I am not told what the &quot;Divine&quot; is &#8211; how do you like that! &#8230; Everything else is collapsing, except the &#8230; the &#8230; the what? The Divine &#8230; something &#8211; what? &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>One feels it. It can&#8217;t be described or defined in any way &#8211; absolutely not.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s like an attempt to make you feel there isn&#8217;t any difference between life and death, There. That it is something else than life or death &#8211; neither what we call death, nor what we call life &#8211; it is &#8230; something.<br \/>\n<P>And that &#8230; is Divine.<br \/>\n<P>Or rather it is our next step towards the Divine.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 323<\/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>December 9, 1972 (Mother caresses the flowers Sujata has just brought her.) I still have my cold&#8230;. (Satprem:) But you look better, Mother. Yes. It&#8230;<\/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-5719","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\/5719","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=5719"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5719\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5719"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5719"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5719"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}