{"id":5745,"date":"2013-07-13T02:03:56","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5745"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:03:56","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:56","slug":"028-march-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\/028-march-8-1972-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-028_March 8_1972.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>March 8, 1972<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother holds a &quot;Transformation&quot; flower in her hand)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>For whom?<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(she looks for another flower<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;to give Satprem and Sujata one each)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Ten lakhs of rupees have just burned up in Auroville.<\/p>\n<p><i>Ten lakhs! [[About $100,000. ]] <\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. A workshop with machines as well as the godown [storeroom] next door which contained the stock of food. Brrff!<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s how it is, like an imperative Order: Don&#8217;t step out of line or else everything will go wrong.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s become terrible. Another Auroville child died (a one-and-a-half-year-old baby) because his parents didn&#8217;t have the right attitude. He has just died. That&#8217;s how it works. It&#8217;s getting terrible. Terrible. A kind of Pressure &#8211; a frightening Pressure &#8211; which compels the necessary progress. I feel it in myself, on my body. But my body isn&#8217;t afraid; it says <i>(Mother opens her hands)<\/i>, &quot;Well, if I must be finished, I&#8217;ll be finished.&quot;<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s how it is at every instant: the truth &#8230;<i> (Mother brings down her fist)<\/i> or the end.<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s what seems to have descended &#8211; you remember, I said something had<br \/>\ndescended on the 21st (I wrote it somewhere), and<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 80<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>one day we would know, we would know soon what it was. [[(Note of February<br \/>\n22) &quot;All day long on the 21st I had a strong feeling that it was everybody&#8217;s<br \/>\nbirthday, and I felt an urge to say &#8216;happy birthday&#8217; to everyone. A very strong<br \/>\nimpression that something new was manifesting in the world and that all those<br \/>\nwho were ready and receptive could incarnate it. In a few days, probably we will<br \/>\nknow what it was.&quot; ]] Do you remember?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, it was the 21st of February.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Well, this is it. Something like: &quot;No half measures, no compromises, no halfways, no&#8230;&quot; None &#8211; it&#8217;s like this <i>(Mother brings down her fist).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>And that&#8217;s how it is for the body. Every instant is imperative: life or death. No halfways. You know, we have spent centuries being neither too uncomfortable nor too comfortable. Well, that time is over.<br \/>\n<P>The body knows this is necessary for the supramental body to be formed: it must be ENTIRELY under the Influence of the Divine. No compromises, no half measures, no &quot;It will come later.&quot; Just like this <i>(Mother brings down her fist): <\/i>a dreadful Will.<br \/>\n<P>And that&#8217;s the only way for things to go fast.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>There was probably nobody over in the workshop; it wasn&#8217;t open yet. But when I was told the news, I had a feeling someone had been burned inside &#8211; I didn&#8217;t say anything because&#8230;. It&#8217;s only a vision, of course, but&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>All the machines, all the stock of food, everything was burned to cinders.<\/p>\n<p><i>Due to a wrong attitude over there?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. Oh, they&#8217;re all quarreling among themselves! And some even disobey deliberately, they refuse to recognize any authority.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>When you begin to understand practically the need for trans<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i><br \/>\n  formation, when the understanding dawns and you try to do <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>something about it, you notice that every time the material <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>substance receives a blow, the message gets across: for one or<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 81<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>&nbsp;two days it aspires for something, it searches; and then &#8230; it<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;slackens.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>&nbsp;<P>Yes, yes.<\/p>\n<p><i>It is just incapable of keeping up a tension.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Not incapable.<\/p>\n<p><i>What is it, then?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Unwillingness. Egoism (what we call egoism), Matter&#8217;s egoism.<\/p>\n<p><i>Matter&#8217;s egoism&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>&#8230; Which refuses to surrender.<br \/>\n<P>I know it very well. I keep catching my body doing that all the time, in one part or another. It simply wants to putter along in the same old way.<\/p>\n<p><i>It&#8217;s like a slackening of aspiration, of tension.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, exactly.<\/p>\n<p><i>But what to do, then? Should one try each time to recapture it, <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>or what?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. Because it can&#8217;t be stable unless it is POSITIVELY anchored to the Divine. When you are like this <i>(gesture, fists clenched in the air as if clinging to a rope), <\/i>then, automatically, all the critical moments take the right turn. The right turn. It&#8217;s like a constant feeling of hovering between life and death, and the minute you take the right attitude &#8211; the minute the PART CONCERNED takes the right attitude &#8211; all is well. All is well, quite naturally and easily. Really extraordinary. But it&#8217;s also terrible because it means perpetual danger. I don&#8217;t know, perhaps a hundred times a day, a sensation like: life or &#8230; dissolution (I mean a sensation in the cells). And if they become tense as is their wont, it gets awful. But they&#8217;re learning to &#8230; <i>(Mother opens her hands in a gesture of surrender). <\/i>Then things are fine.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s as if the body were being practically obliged to learn eternity. It&#8217;s truly interesting. And then I see external circumstances becoming DREADFUL (from an ordinary standpoint).<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 82<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother goes into contemplation)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>What would you like to say?<\/p>\n<p><i>Well, that was it; what I was finding difficult was to keep that <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>stability.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes.<\/p>\n<p><i>I find it very difficult. You try to catch hold of yourself once,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;twice,<br \/>\n  ten times, but you get the feeling that it&#8217;s not the right<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;way, that something else is needed, and &#8230; really, if some<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;higher Power doesn&#8217;t do it FOR YOU, it&#8217;s simply hopeless.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, exactly. But I have had experiences &#8211; hundreds of experiences &#8211; showing that the minute you take the true attitude, it is DONE.<br \/>\n<P>It is WE who prevent it from getting done. As though our personal control over things prevented the action of the Force (something of the sort). We must &#8230; <i>(Mother opens her hands).<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I think &#8211; I think it&#8217;s the subconscient which is convinced that if it doesn&#8217;t keep control, everything will go wrong. That&#8217;s the impression I have, it&#8217;s the subconscient which says, &quot;Oh, I must watch over this, I must be careful about that&#8230;.&quot;<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother opens her hands<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;and plunges<br \/>\nin)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 83<\/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>March 8, 1972 (Mother holds a &quot;Transformation&quot; flower in her hand) For whom? 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