(Mother calls Satprem and Sujata in at 10:30 A.M.<\/i>
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On your days, the Wednesdays and Saturdays, I see only the Ashram birthdays, <\/i>but we’re now more than 2000, just fancy! So it’s…. I see the other birthdays on other days and several at a time, but even so quite a few people come on your days – next Saturday in particular, the 9th (a mass of people in the Ashram were born the 9th).<\/p>\n
All right, Mother, all right, I get the point! [laughter]<\/i><\/p>\n
So I’ll have to call you at 10:30 instead of 10:00. [[Which means 11: 00 instead of 10: 30! ]] What about you, are you feeling better?<\/p>\n
A little better [a problem with an eye].<\/i><\/p>\n
The world seems to be engulfed in a sort of violent chaos. They’re fighting at the Olympic Games! … An athlete was killed by bullets. [[In fact, a dozen Israeli athletes were killed by Arab terrorists. ]] That’s how it is.<\/p>\n
Yes, they killed an Israeli.<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, the Arabs did it.<\/p>\n
These Muslims really have something which is … something<\/i><\/p>\n
that
\n must disappear, Mother. They’re so fanatical!<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
They are very violent.<\/p>\n
Yes, fanatical.<\/i><\/p>\n
Very violent.<\/p>\n
I don’t know what universal trait they symbolize, but they really<\/i><\/p>\n
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Page 281<\/font><\/p>\n Force.<\/p>\n Force…. Well, they spend their time stabbing each other.<\/i><\/p>\n (after a silence)<\/i> You see, they firmly believe there’s life after the body’s death – the body’s death to them is in no way the end of life.<\/p>\n They only believe in some sort of heaven, that’s all.<\/i><\/p>\n (Laughing) <\/i>Yes, murderers’ heaven! (long silence)<\/i> Eating is becoming almost – almost impossible. Nor do I have the faintest idea of what will replace food (Mother sweeps her hand across her forehead): I <\/i>don’t see anything. Everything is becoming … I can’t say a suffering, but a discomfort: a discomfort, there’s perpetual discomfort, as if my body were made to live through every single thing that must disappear. Nonstop. From time to time, for a few seconds there’s … (Mother opens eyes filled with wonder), <\/i>but not even long enough to be able to define it. And it’s very rare. Whereas the other condition is almost constant. Everything – external things, internal things, things in so-called others, things concerning this body – all, all is terrible, terrible, terrible…. That’s certainly how Buddha saw things, and why he said that life was a falsehood and had to disappear – but I know better! I KNOW it isn’t a falsehood. But it must change … must change…. But in the meantime…. Only when I am (gesture, hands open) <\/i>absolutely silent within and everywhere … does it becomes tolerable. (silence)<\/i> I feel a fantastic Power (Mother touches her fingertips), <\/i>but … also sense a little person full of … (how can I put this?) containing all the things that must disappear. As if all the negations had accumulated here so that I do the work, and I don’t know who that "I" is anymore. The body, this poor body, is not happy – it isn’t unhappy either. It has a entire organization of things, its entire life is the negation of what (Mother plunges in)<\/i> Page 283<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" September 6, 1972 (Mother calls Satprem and Sujata in at 10:30 A.M. instead of 10:00.) On your days, the Wednesdays and Saturdays, I see only the…<\/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-5736","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\/5736","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=5736"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5736\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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