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\n

February 3, 1958<\/h3>\n

(The following experience was later
\nread out to <\/i> <\/p>\n

the Wednesday class on 2.19.58)<\/i> <\/p>\n

Between the beings of the supramental world and men, there exists
\napproximately the same gap as between men and animals. Sometime ago, I had the
\nexperience of identification with animal life, and it is a fact that animals do
\nnot understand us; their consciousness is so constituted that we elude them
\nalmost entirely. And yet I have known domestic animals – cats and dogs, but
\nespecially cats – who<\/span> made an almost yogic effort of
\nconsciousness to understand us. But generally, when they watch us living and
\nacting, they don’t understand, they don’t SEE US as we are and they suffer
\nbecause of us. We are a constant enigma to them Only<\/span> a
\nvery tiny part of their consciousness is linked to us. And it is the same for
\nus when we try to look at the supramental world. Only when the link of
\nconsciousness has been built shall we see it – and even then, only that part of
\nour being which has undergone the transformation will be capable of seeing it
\nas it is – otherwise the two worlds would remain as separate as the animal world
\nand the human world. <\/p>\n

The experience I had on February 3 proves this. Before, I had had an
\nindividual, subjective contact with the supramental world, whereas on February
\n3, I went strolling there in a concrete way – as concretely as I used to go
\nstrolling in Paris in times past – in a world that EXISTS IN ITSELF, beyond all
\nsubjectivity. <\/p>\n

It is like a bridge being built between the two worlds. <\/p>\n

This is the experience as I dictated it immediately thereafter: <\/p>\n

(silence<\/span>)<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

The supramental world exists in a permanent way, and I am there permanently
\nin a supramental body. I had proof of this today when my earthly consciousness
\nwent there and consciously remained there between two and three o’clock in the
\nafternoon: I now know that for the two worlds to join in a constant and
\nconscious relationship what is missing is an intermediate zone between the
\nexisting physical world and the supramental world as it exists. This zone has
\nyet to be built, both in the individual consciousness and in the objective
\nworld, and it is being built. When<\/p>\n

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 formerly I used to speak of the new world
\nthat is being created, I was speaking of this intermediate zone. And similarly,
\nwhen I am on ‘this’ side – that is, in the realm of the physical consciousness
\n– and I see the supramental power, the supramental light and substance
\nconstantly permeating matter, I am seeing and participating in the construction
\nof this zone. <\/p>\n

I found myself upon an immense ship, which is the symbolic representation of
\nthe place where this work is being carried out. This ship, as big as a city, is
\nthoroughly organized, and it had certainly already been functioning for quite
\nsome time, for its organization was fully developed. It is the place where
\npeople destined for the supramental life are being trained. These people (or at
\nleast a part of their being) had already undergone a supramental transformation
\nbecause the ship itself and all that was aboard was neither material nor
\nsubtle-physical, neither vital nor mental: it was a supramental substance. This
\nsubstance itself was<\/span> of the most material supramental,
\nthe supramental substance nearest the physical world, the first to manifest.
\nThe light was a blend of red and gold, forming a uniform substance of luminous
\norange. Everything was like that – the light was like that, the people were
\nlike that – everything had this color<\/span>, in varying
\nshades, however, which enabled things to be distinguished from one another. The
\noverall impression was of a shadowless world: there were shades, but no
\nshadows. The atmosphere was full of joy, calm, order; everything worked
\nsmoothly and silently. At the same time, I could see all the details of the
\neducation, the training in all domains by which the people on board were being
\nprepared. <\/p>\n

This immense ship had just arrived at the shore
\nof the supramental world, and a first batch of people destined to become the
\nfuture inhabitants of the supramental world were about to disembark. Everything
\nwas arranged for this first landing. A certain number of very tall beings were
\nposted on the wharf. They were not human beings and never before had they been
\nmen. Nor were they permanent inhabitants of the supramental world. They had
\nbeen delegated from above and posted there to control and supervise the
\nlanding. I was in charge of all this since the beginning and throughout. I
\nmyself had prepared all the groups. I was standing on the bridge of the ship ,<\/span> calling the groups forward one by one and having them
\ndisembark on the shore. The tall beings posted there seemed to be reviewing
\nthose who were disembarking, allowing those who were ready to go ashore and
\nsending <\/p>\n

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back those who were not and who had to continue
\ntheir training aboard the ship. While standing there watching everyone, that
\npart of my consciousness coming from here became extremely interested: it wanted
\nto see, to identify all the people, to see how they had changed and to find out
\nwho had been taken immediately as well as those who had to remain and continue
\ntheir training. After awhile, as I was observing, I began to feel pulled
\nbackwards and that my body was being awakened by a consciousness or a person
\nfrom here’ – and in my consciousness, I protested: ‘No, no, not yet! Not yet! I
\nwant to see who’s there!’ I was watching all this and noting it with intense
\ninterest … It went on like that until, suddenly, the clock here began striking
\nthree, which violently jerked me back. There was the sensation of a sudden fall
\ninto my body. I came back with a shock, but since I had been called back very
\nsuddenly, all my memory was still intact. I remained quiet and still until I
\ncould bring back the whole experience and preserve it. <\/p>\n

The nature of objects on this ship was not that
\nwhich we know upon earth; for example, the clothes were not made of cloth, and
\nthis thing that resembled cloth was not manufactured – it was a part of the
\nbody, made of the same substance that took on different forms. It had a kind of
\nplasticity. When a change had to be made, it was done not by artificial and
\nouter means but by an inner working, by a working of the consciousness that gave
\nthe substance its form or appearance. Life created its own forms. There was ONE
\nSINGLE substance in all things; it changed the nature of its vibration
\naccording to the needs or uses. <\/p>\n

Those who were sent back for more training were
\nnot of a uniform color<\/span>; their bodies seemed to have
\npatches of a grayish<\/span> opacity, a substance resembling
\nthe earth substance. They were dull, as though they had not been wholly
\npermeated by the light or wholly transformed. They were not like this all over,
\nbut in places. <\/p>\n

The tall beings on the shore were not of the same
\ncolor<\/span>, at least they did not have this orange tint;
\nthey were paler, more transparent. Except for a part of their bodies, only the
\noutline of their forms could be seen. They were very tall, they did not seem to
\nhave a skeletal structure, and they could take on any form according to their
\nneeds. Only from their waists to their feet did they have a permanent density,
\nwhich was not felt in the rest of their body. Their color<\/span>
\nwas much more pallid and contained very<\/p>\n

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 little red,<\/span> it
\nverged rather on gold or even white. The parts of whitish light were translucid<\/span>; they were not absolutely transparent, but less
\ndense, more subtle than the orange substance. <\/p>\n

1. Indeed, one of the people near Mother had
\npulled Her<\/span> out of the experience. <\/p>\n

Just as I was called back, when I was saying,
\n‘Not yet … ,<\/span>‘ I had a quick glimpse of myself, of my
\nform in the supramental world. I was a mixture of what these tall beings were
\nand the beings aboard the ship. The top part of myself<\/span>,
\nespecially my head, was a mere silhouette of a whitish color<\/span>
\nwith an orange fringe. The more it approached the feet, the more the color<\/span> resembled that of the people on the ship, or in other
\nwords, orange; the more it went up towards the top, the more translucid<\/span> and white it was, and the red faded. The head
\nwas only a silhouette with a brilliant sun at its center<\/span>;
\nfrom it issued rays of light which were the action of the will. <\/p>\n

As for the people I saw aboard ship, I recognized
\nthem all. Some were here in the Ashram, some came from elsewhere, but I knew
\nthem as well. I saw everyone, but as I realized that I would not remember
\neveryone when I came back, I decided not to give any names. Besides, it is
\nunnecessary. Three or four faces were very clearly visible, and when I saw
\nthem, I understood the feeling that I have had here, on earth, while looking
\ninto their eyes: there was such an extraordinary joy … On the whole, the
\npeople were young; there were very few children, and their ages were around
\nfourteen or fifteen, but certainly not below ten or twelve (I did not stay long
\nenough to see all the details). There were no very old people, with the
\nexception of a few. Most of the people who had gone ashore were of a middle age
\n– again, except for a few. Several times before this experience, certain
\nindividual cases had already been examined at a place where people capable of
\nbeing supramentalized are examined; I had then had a few surprises which I had
\nnoted – I even told some people. But those whom I disembarked today I saw very
\ndistinctly. They were of a middle age, neither young children nor elderly
\npeople, with only a few rare exceptions, and this quite corresponded to what I
\nexpected. I decided not to say anything, not to give any names. As I did not
\nstay until the end, it would be impossible for me to draw an exact picture, for
\nit was neither absolutely clear nor complete. I do not want to say things to
\nsome and not say them to others. <\/p>\n

What I can say is that the criterion or the
\njudgment was based EXCLUSIVELY on the substance constituting the people –
\nwhether they belonged completely to the supramental world or not, whether they
\nwere made of this very special substance. The<\/p>\n

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 criterion adopted was neither moral nor
\npsychological. It is likely that their bodily substance was the result of an
\ninner law or an inner movement which, at that time, was not in question. At
\nleast it is quite clear that the values are different. <\/p>\n

When I came back, along with the memory of the
\nexperience, I knew that the supramental world was permanent, that my presence
\nthere is permanent, and that only a missing link is needed to allow the
\nconsciousness and the substance to connect – and it is this link that is being
\nbuilt. At that time, my impression (an impression which remained rather long,
\nalmost the whole day) was of an extreme relativity – no, not exactly that, but
\nan impression that the relationship between this world and the other completely
\nchanges the criterion by which things are to be evaluated or judged. This
\ncriterion had nothing mental about it, and it gave the strange inner feeling
\nthat so many things we consider good or bad are not really so. It was very
\nclear that everything depended upon the capacity of things and upon their
\nability to express the supramental world or be in relationship with it. It was
\nso completely different, at times even so opposite to our ordinary way of
\nlooking at things! I recall one little thing that we usually consider bad …
\nactually how funny it was to see that it is something excellent! And other
\nthings that we consider important were really quite unimportant there! Whether
\nit was like this or like that made no difference. What is very obvious is that
\nour appreciation of what is divine or not divine is incorrect. I even laughed
\nat certain things … Our usual feeling about what is anti-divine seems
\nartificial, based upon something untrue, unliving<\/span>
\n(besides, what we call life here appeared lifeless in comparison with that
\nworld); in any event, this feeling should be based upon our relationship
\nbetween the two worlds and according to whether things make this relationship
\neasier or more difficult. This would thus completely change our evaluation of
\nwhat brings us nearer to the Divine or what takes us away from Him. With
\npeople, too, I saw that what helps them or prevents them from becoming
\nsupramental is very different from what our ordinary moral notions imagine. I
\nfelt just how … ridiculous we are. <\/p>\n

(Then Mother speaks to the children)<\/i> <\/p>\n

There is a continuation to all this, which is like the result in my
\nconsciousness of the experience of February 3, but it seems<\/p>\n

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 premature to read it now. It will appear in the April issue [of the
\nBulletin], as a sequel to this. <\/p>\n

But one thing – and I wish to stress this point to you – which now seems to
\nme to be the most essential difference between our world and the supramental
\nworld (and it is only after having gone there consciously, with the
\nconsciousness that ordinarily works here, that this difference appeared to me
\nin what might be called its enormity): everything here, except for what happens
\nwithin and at a very deep level, seemed absolutely artificial to me. Not one of
\nthe values of ordinary physical life is based upon truth. Just as we have to
\nbuy cloth, sew it together, then put it on our backs in order to dress ourselves,
\nlikewise we have to take things from outside and then put them inside our
\nbodies in order to feed ourselves. For everything, our life is artificial. <\/p>\n

A true, sincere, spontaneous life, as in the supramental world, is a
\nspringing forth of things through the fact of conscious will, a power over
\nsubstance that shapes this substance according to what we decide it should be.
\nAnd he who has this power and this knowledge can obtain whatever he wants,
\nwhereas he who does not has no artificial means of getting what he desires. <\/p>\n

In ordinary life, EVERYTHING is artificial. Depending upon the chance of
\nyour birth or circumstances, you have a more or less high position or a more or
\nless comfortable life, not because it is the spontaneous, natural and sincere
\nexpression of your way of being and of your inner need, but because the
\nfortuity of life’s circumstances has placed you in contact with these things.
\nAn absolutely worthless man may be in a very high position, and a man who might
\nhave marvelous<\/span> capacities of creation and
\norganization may find himself toiling in a quite limited and inferior position,
\nwhereas he would be a wholly useful individual if the world were sincere. <\/p>\n

It is this artificiality, this insincerity, this complete lack of truth that
\nappeared so shocking to me that … one wonders how, in a world as false as
\nthis one, we can arrive at any truthful evaluation of things. <\/p>\n

But instead of feeling grieved, morose, rebellious, discontent, I had rather
\nthe feeling of what I spoke of at the end: of such a ridiculous absurdity that
\nfor several days I was seized with an uncontrollable laughter whenever I saw
\nthings and people! Such a tremendous laughter, so absolutely
\ninexplicable (except to me), because of the ridiculousness of these situations.<\/span>\n<\/p>\n

When I invited you on a voyage into the unknown, a voyage of<\/p>\n

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 adventure,’ I
\ndid not know just how true were my words<\/span>! And I can
\npromise those who are ready to embark upon this adventure that they will make
\nsome very astonishing discoveries.<\/p>\n

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ISBN 2-902776-33-0<\/p>\n

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