{"id":5827,"date":"2013-07-13T02:04:23","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5827"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:04:23","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:23","slug":"208-august-20-1960-vol-01-volume-01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/01-volume-01\/208-august-20-1960-vol-01-volume-01","title":{"rendered":"-208_August 20_1960.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><P><br \/>\n<H3>August 20, 1960<\/H3><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">(While filing various old papers, notes, etc., Mother happens<P align=\"center\">&nbsp;upon<br \/>\nthe plan for a film studio at the lake&#8217;)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s at the lake. The property belonged to the mission and at that time its manager was a very good friend of ours, even though he was a missionary. He said that he would arrange for us to have it. Everything was arranged, and I was to receive the money to buy it (they asked for more than fifty or sixty thousand rupees#). But then the money didn&#8217;t come and our missionary friend left. He&#8217;s no longer there; he&#8217;s been replaced by someone else.<br \/>\n<P><i>(Mother looks at a piece of paper) <\/i>&#8216;Calling Antonin Raymond3.&#8217; The architect for the construction.<br \/>\n<P>Then there was also &#8216;making ready temporary quarters for Z4.&#8217; But then Z left; he died.<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s what happens &#8211; things change. It&#8217;s not that the project stops, but it&#8217;s forced to take other paths.<br \/>\n<P><i>But this film project has been completely abandoned now,<\/i><P><i>&nbsp;hasn&#8217;t<br \/>\nit?<\/i><br \/>\n<P>No, no. You see, it wasn&#8217;t a studio &#8211; it was a school, a school of photography, television and film. It&#8217;s not at all buried.<br \/>\n<P>But L has enlarged the program. <i>(Mother indicates the plan) <\/i>This is<br \/>\nonly a small part of his extensive total program. He is planning to have a<br \/>\nschool of agriculture, a modern dairy with grazing land &#8211; there&#8217;s a lot of<br \/>\nagriculture, really a lot &#8211; fruit orchards, large rice fields, many things. And<br \/>\nthen a ceramics factory. My ceramics factory will be at the far end of the lake,<br \/>\nso as to utilize the clay &#8211; the government has agreed; as they have to dig out<br \/>\nthe lake one day, we shall use the top soil for the fields. First we&#8217;ll remove<br \/>\nall the pebbles (you know, there are hills over there), which can be used for<br \/>\nconstruction &#8211; it&#8217;s a mine of pebbles. After removing the pebbles, there will be<br \/>\nholes which then we&#8217;ll fill with earth from the lake. And below this earth is a<br \/>\nthick<P>1. Some five miles from Pondicherry.<br \/>\n<P>2. About $7,000.<br \/>\n<P>3. The architect who had already built &#8216;Golconde,&#8217; the Ashram guest house.<br \/>\n<P>4. An American filmmaker.<br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 409<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;and compact layer of clay which is so hard it can&#8217;t be used for farming<br \/>\n&#8211; it&#8217;s impossible &#8211; but it&#8217;s wonderful for making ceramics. So right at the very<br \/>\nend, in Indian territory,&#8217; we&#8217;ll have a large ceramics industry. On the other<br \/>\nside, we&#8217;ll have a little factory for firing clay.<br \/>\n<P>All this is huge. A tremendous program.#<br \/>\n<P>We can file it with the other things.<br \/>\n<P><i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">(Mother pauses at a note from February 10, 1956##)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It was in the beginning of February 56 &#8211; it was formidable. It was really formidable. All the asuric forces of destruction descended upon me &#8230; They tried their best.<br \/>\n<P>And naturally, they make use of all those around me! &#8211; It&#8217;s the only way of getting at my body.<br \/>\n<P>I&#8217;m used to it.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">**<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother looks at another note)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I no longer remember when this happened. Someone had put his hands on my shoulders &#8211; I was a bit surprised. This person imagined that I would feel extraordinary things. I must have made a face (I wasn&#8217;t expecting it, after all). Then afterwards, someone asked me, &#8216;What was your experience (!), what did you feel?&#8217; I didn&#8217;t answer. Once I was alone, this is what I wrote:<br \/>\n<P>Something like what<P>&nbsp;Christ must have experienced<br \/>\n<P>when on his shoulders<P>&nbsp;he felt the weight<br \/>\n<P>of the cross.<br \/>\n<P>1. Pondicherry was a French enclave, under French administration. The neighboring territory was the Indian state of Madras, or Tamil Nadu.<br \/>\n<P>2. Perhaps it was the beginning of Auroville.<br \/>\n<P>3. This note has disappeared.<br \/>\n<P>To this day I remember the experience. Truly, that&#8217;s what I felt &#8211; I did not<br \/>\nintellectualize it. Exactly the impression of what<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 410<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;Christ must have experienced when he felt the weight of the cross. It<br \/>\nwas the weight of a whole world of darkness, unconsciousness, universal bad<br \/>\nwill, total incomprehension, something &#8230; And it really felt like that &#8230; as<br \/>\nif I were carrying a frightful weight &#8211; which was frightful because of its<br \/>\ndarkness, not because of its weight. So I thought, &#8216;Well, well. This must be how<br \/>\nChrist felt when they laid the cross on him.&#8217;<br \/>\n<P>There are plenty of them! <i>(Mother indicates a pile of various papers) <\/i>In another pile there must be as many again! It is a mania for collecting papers.<br \/>\n<P><i>Oh no, sweet Mother! Fortunately they have been kept.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Oh! I have plenty of them, plenty. There must be many more boxes full.<br \/>\n<P>**<i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">(Soon afterwards, in regard to the filing of these notes)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>With a lot of patience and time, it could all be organized, but I&#8217;d have to be convinced that it&#8217;s worth the trouble. All these old papers are like dead leaves. We should make a <i>bonfire.&#8217;<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>Oh, no!<\/i><br \/>\n<P>YOU people may have this opinion, but it&#8217;s not mine. I&#8217;ll tell you exactly the effect it has on me: whenever someone has wanted to arrange things, I&#8217;ve always thought, &#8216;Yes, it will be quite useful to arrange these things &#8230; after my death!&#8217;<br \/>\n<P>But then I&#8217;d rather not die &#8230; if possible. And if I don&#8217;t die, it will be perfectly useless, because that would then be the obvious proof of an uninterrupted ascent; consequently, what there will be at the very end will be much more interesting.<br \/>\n<P>You alone have convinced me that the &#8216;history&#8217; of the way might be of some interest, so I&#8217;m letting you do it &#8230; I&#8217;ve taken a very, very handsome file upstairs with all your notes in it.# It&#8217;s filling up; it&#8217;s going to be formidable! <i>(Mother laughs) &#8230; <\/i>a frightful documentation.<br \/>\n<P>1. Original English.<br \/>\n<P>2. The future <i>Agenda.<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 411<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;<P><i>Not at all!<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Anyway &#8230; I am doing it very conscientiously. I&#8217;m gathering everything and putting it all together.<br \/>\n<P>You know, someone who appreciates this work tremendously is Nolini. Once he timidly asked me, &#8216;Could I have a copy&#8217;?&#8217; &#8216;Fine,&#8217; I said. Oh, he really appreciates it. And when I have something amusing like these most recent notes, I give him a copy. With that, he&#8217;s happy. So he blesses you! <i>(Mother laughs) <\/i>Oh! Without you, this would never have been done &#8211; you can be quite sure. Never.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">**<br \/>\n<P><i>(Getting up to leave, Mother holds in her hands the first copy of <\/i>L&#8217;Orpailleur <i>which the disciple has just received from France and offered to Her)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Shall I take your book or &#8230; ? Don&#8217;t you want it?<br \/>\n<P><i>I don&#8217;t need it.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Don&#8217;t you want it? I like it very much, very much. It&#8217;s a very good friend <i>(Mother holds the book against her heart). <\/i>Oh, I must write a few letters here and there, to France <i>(to announce the publication of the book). I <\/i>already wrote to A, but I must write him again. Though I suppose he knows that it has come out &#8211; he should know. I told him to follow it with &#8230;<br \/>\n<P><i>I don&#8217;t know if the book has come out yet. I believe it&#8217;s to appear in early September.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Oh, so this was only the harbinger.<br \/>\n<P><i>I think so. That was their plan, in any case.#<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Did you tell them that you&#8217;ve received it?<br \/>\n<P><i>Yes, I sent them a note.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>1. Of these conversations that make up the <i>Agenda.<\/i><P> <i>&nbsp;<\/i>2. The French publishers, <i>\u00c9ditions du Seuil.<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 412<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Did you tell them you were happy?<br \/>\n<P><i>Yes, yes.<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>(Mischievously) <\/i>Did you tell them Mother was happy? &#8211; They couldn&#8217;t care less! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>(Unruffled) They don&#8217;t exactly know who &#8216;Mother&#8217; is.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>No, fortunately not! Fortunately, my child! Fortunately.<br \/>\n<P><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Just at the doorstep, as She is leaving, Mother tells the<br \/>\ndisci<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>ple that She had seen three books, a trilogy, and<br \/>\nthe third one <\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>would be about Her. 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