{"id":5781,"date":"2013-07-13T02:04:08","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5781"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:04:08","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:08","slug":"134-january-24-1973-vol-13-volume-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/13-volume-13\/134-january-24-1973-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-134_January 24_1973.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>January 24, 1973<\/H3><\/p>\n<p><i>Do you have something? &#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>No.<\/p>\n<p><i>The farther I go, the more contradictions I discover in myself<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;&#8211;<br \/>\n  sharp contradictions. They look like impossibilities.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>No, not impossibilities &#8211; it probably means you have to go deeper or higher to their meeting ground. That&#8217;s how it works: the opposites get increasingly vehement until we find the point where they &#8230; where unity is established.<br \/>\n<P>One must go deeper and deeper, or higher and higher &#8211; it&#8217;s one and the same thing. It&#8217;s the same thing.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>All our old ways of understanding things are WORTHLESS &#8211; worthless.<br \/>\n<P>All, all our values are WORTHLESS.<br \/>\n<P>We are on the threshold of something truly marvelous, but &#8230; we don&#8217;t know how to keep it &#8211; it comes like this <i>(gesture imitating a passing bird)&#8230;. <\/i>We just don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P>Never, never before have I had such a sense of ignorance, of impotence, of &#8230; of being a jumble of frightful contradictions, and I know, I KNOW &#8211; deep down, beyond speech &#8211; that it&#8217;s because I don&#8217;t know how to find the place where they &#8230; they harmonize and unite.<br \/>\n<P>I can do absolutely nothing, I know absolutely nothing &#8211; in fact, I am nothing but a &#8230; false appearance, that&#8217;s all.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 354<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>I don&#8217;t remember anything, I even forget what I have said before&#8230;. Everything is &#8230; <i>(gesture of crumbling).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>And strangely, almost at the same time, there&#8217;s torture and bliss at the same time. There you are.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother coughs silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Only, what&#8217;s odd is that human nature as it is constituted seems to understand torture more readily than bliss.<br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s a curious phenomenon: because books [by Mother] are published, I am put in contact with things I said before, and of course when I said them I was very convinced, but now &#8230; I tell myself: how could you say that!<br \/>\n<P>Well.<br \/>\n<P>There is &quot;something&quot; &#8230; <i>(Mother opens her palms upward).<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>There is only one, one will left: may the Divine express Himself without deformation through this body. This is constant, constant, constant, constant&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>Tell me, what is the mantra?<\/p>\n<p><i>OM&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>OM Namo Bhagavateh?<\/p>\n<p><i>Bhagavateh, yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges in.<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>The clock strikes an eternal hour)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 355<\/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>January 24, 1973 Do you have something? &#8230; No. The farther I go, the more contradictions I discover in myself &nbsp;&#8211; sharp contradictions. 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