{"id":6000,"date":"2013-07-13T02:05:18","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6000"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:05:18","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:18","slug":"064-december-21-1957-vol-01-volume-01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/01-volume-01\/064-december-21-1957-vol-01-volume-01","title":{"rendered":"-064_December 21_1957.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"Section1\">\n<h3>December 21, 1957<\/h3>\n<p><i>The other day you told me that in order to know things, you <\/i> <\/p>\n<p><i>plug into the subtle plane, and there it all unrolls as on a tape<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;recorder. How does this work, exactly?<\/i> <\/p>\n<p>There is a whole gradation of planes of consciousness, from the physical<br \/>\nconsciousness to my radiant consciousness at the very highest level, that which<br \/>\nknows the Will of the Supreme. I keep all these planes of consciousness in<br \/>\nfront of me, working simultaneously, coordinatedly, and I am acting on each<br \/>\nplane, gathering the information proper to each plane, so as to have the<br \/>\nintegral truth of things. Thus, when I have a decision to make in regard to one<br \/>\nof you, I plug into you directly from that level of the supreme consciousness<br \/>\nwhich sees the deep truth of your being. But at the same time, my decision is<br \/>\nshaped, as it were, by the information given to me by the other planes of<br \/>\nconsciousness and particularly by the physical consciousness, which acts as a recorder.\n<\/p>\n<p>This physical consciousness records all it sees, all your reactions, your<br \/>\nthoughts, all the facts &#8211; without preference, without prejudice, without<br \/>\npersonal will. Nothing escapes it. Its work is almost mechanical. Therefore I<br \/>\nknow what to tell or to ask you according to the integral truth of your being<br \/>\nand its present possibilities. Ordinarily, in the normal man, the physical<br \/>\nconsciousness does not see things as they are, for three reasons: because of<br \/>\nignorance, because of preference, and because of an egoistic will. You color<br \/>\nwhat you see, eliminate what displeases you. In short, you see only what you<br \/>\ndesire to see. <\/p>\n<p>Now, I recently had a very striking experience: a discrepancy occurred<br \/>\nbetween my physical consciousness and the consciousness of the world. In some<br \/>\ninstances decisions made in the Light and the Truth produced unexpected<br \/>\nresults, upheavals in the consciousness of others that were neither foreseen<br \/>\nnor desired, and I did not understand. No matter how hard I tried, I could not<br \/>\nunderstand &#8211; and I emphasize this word &#8216;understand.&#8217; At last, I had to leave my<br \/>\nhighest consciousness and pull myself down into the physical consciousness to<br \/>\nfind out what was happening. And there, in my head, I saw what appeared to be a<br \/>\nlittle cell bursting, and suddenly I understood: the recording had been<br \/>\ndefective. The physical consciousness had neglected to register<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 124<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;certain of your<br \/>\nlower reactions. It could not have been through preference or through personal<br \/>\nwill (these things were eliminated from my consciousness long, long ago). But I<br \/>\nsaw that this most material consciousness was already completely permeated with<br \/>\nthe transforming supramental truth, and it could no longer follow the rhythm of<br \/>\nnormal life. It was much more attuned to the true consciousness than to the<br \/>\nworld! I couldn&#8217;t possibly blame it for lagging behind; on the contrary, it was<br \/>\nin front, too far ahead! There was a discrepancy between the rhythm of the<br \/>\ntransformation of my being and the world&#8217;s own rhythm. The supramental action<br \/>\non the world is slow, it does not act directly &#8211; it acts by infiltration, by<br \/>\ntraversing the successive layers, and the results are slow to come about. So I<br \/>\nhad to pull myself violently down in order to wait for the others. <\/p>\n<p>One must at times know how not to know. <\/p>\n<p>This experience showed me once more the necessity to be perfectly humble<br \/>\nbefore the Lord. It is not enough merely to rise to the heights, to the<br \/>\nethereal planes of consciousness: these planes have also to descend into matter<br \/>\nand illuminate it. Otherwise, nothing is really done. One must have the<br \/>\npatience to establish the communication between the high and the low. I am like<br \/>\na tempest, a hurricane &#8211; if I listened to myself, I would tear into the future,<br \/>\nand everything would go flying! But then, there would no longer be any<br \/>\ncommunication with the rest. <\/p>\n<p>One must have the patience to wait. <\/p>\n<p>Humility, a perfect humility, is the condition for all realization. The mind<br \/>\nis so cocksure. It thinks it knows everything, understands everything. And if<br \/>\never it acts through idealism to serve a cause that appears noble to it, it<br \/>\nbecomes even more arrogant more intransigent, and it is almost impossible to<br \/>\nmake it see that there might. be something still higher beyond its noble<br \/>\nconceptions and its great altruistic or other ideals. Humility is the only<br \/>\nremedy. I am not speaking of humility as conceived by certain religions, with<br \/>\nthis God that belittles his creatures and only likes to see them down on their<br \/>\nknees. When I was a child, this kind of humility revolted me, and I refused to<br \/>\nbelieve in a God that wants to belittle his creatures. I don&#8217;t mean that kind<br \/>\nof humility, but rather the recognition that one does not know, that one knows<br \/>\nnothing, and that there may be something beyond what presently appears to us as<br \/>\nthe truest, the most noble or disinterested. True humility consists in<br \/>\nconstantly referring oneself to the Lord, in placing all before Him. When I<br \/>\nreceive a blow (and there are quite<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 125<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;a few of them in my sadhana), my immediate,<br \/>\nspontaneous reaction, like a spring, is to throw myself before Him and to say,<br \/>\n&#8216;Thou, Lord.&#8217; Without this humility, I would never have been able to realize<br \/>\nanything. And I say &#8216;I&#8217; only to make myself understood, but in fact &#8216;I&#8217; means<br \/>\nthe Lord through this body, his instrument. When you begin living THIS kind of<br \/>\nhumility, it means you are drawing nearer to the realization. It is the<br \/>\ncondition, the starting point. <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style='text-align:center'>** <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><i>(Note written by Mother in connection with the conversation<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;of December 21, 1957)<\/i> <\/p>\n<p>At the very top, a constant vision of the Supreme&#8217;s will. <\/p>\n<p>In the world, an overall vision of what is to be done. <\/p>\n<p>Individually, at each moment and in each circumstance, the vision &#8216;of the<br \/>\ntruth of the moment, of the circumstance, of the individual. <\/p>\n<p>In the external consciousness, the impersonal and mechanical recording of<br \/>\nwhat is happening and of what are the people and things that comprise both the<br \/>\nfield of action and the limitations imposed upon this action. The recording is<br \/>\ninnately automatic and mechanical, without any kind of evaluation, as objective<br \/>\nas possible. <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 126<\/font><\/p>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" align=\"center\" style='text-align:center'>\n<p><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">ISBN 2-902776-33-0<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>December 21, 1957 The other day you told me that in order to know things, you plug into the subtle plane, and there it all&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[141],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-01-volume-01","wpcat-141-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6000","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=6000"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6000\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}