{"id":6038,"date":"2013-07-13T02:05:31","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6038"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:05:31","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:31","slug":"21-april-16-1966-vol-07-volume-07","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/07-volume-07\/21-april-16-1966-vol-07-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-21_April 16_1966.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><P><br \/>\n<H3>April 16, 1966<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother shows Satprem a note she has entitled &#8220;The rungs of Love&#8221;)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>The last &#8220;rung&#8221; is the absolutely pure Thing. And the power &#8230; the creative and transforming power of that Vibration is unimaginable! While you are living it, nothing is impossible. It&#8217;s unimaginable.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">&#8220;At first one loves only when one is loved&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s the usual state of human beings. Someone&#8217;s vibration of love has to come to awaken love, otherwise they are inert.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">&#8220;Next one loves spontaneously &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s already a slightly more evolved humanity. One feels love all of a sudden; one meets someone or something &#8211; ah! &#8211; and it comes. Only &#8230;<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">&#8220;&#8230; but one wants to be loved in return.<br \/>\n<P>One very much wants to be loved in return!<br \/>\n<P>&#8220;Further on, one loves even if one is not loved &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>Those are generally people who have reached a fairly advanced yogic state.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">&#8220;&#8230; but one still wants one&#8217;s love to be accepted.<br \/>\n<P>Yes, that&#8217;s an experience I personally had. There is a time when one is <i>quite <\/i>capable of loving <i>without <\/i>response, one is above <i>the <\/i>need <i>to <\/i>be loved, <i>but <\/i>one <i>still has &#8230; not <\/i>positively <i>a <\/i>need, <i>but, at least, a wish that <\/i>one&#8217;s love <i>may be <\/i>felt <i>and be <\/i>effective.<br \/>\n<P>Afterwards, <i>it makes <\/i>one smile.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">&quot;And finally one loves purely and simply without<P align=\"center\">&nbsp;any<br \/>\nother need or joy than that of loving.&quot;<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 86<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>That, to me, according to my personal experience, is really omnipotence.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s a power than can achieve anything &#8211; anything at all. Nothing is impossible to it.<br \/>\n<P>But I have also carefully observed that if &#8220;that&#8221; manifested indiscriminately, as it were, if it came as something that imposed itself in the earth atmosphere without control or discernment, it would be &#8230; All that denies that Power (denies it wittingly or unwittingly) would be as though annulled. So the outward, apparent consequences would be &#8230; too awesome. That&#8217;s what Sri Aurobindo wrote; he said Knowledge must come first. Truth must reign before Love can manifest <i>massively &#8211; a wholesale manifestation.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Now it&#8217;s filtered, as it were. It is still filtered.<br \/>\n<P>But the vibratory quality of &#8220;that&#8221; is truly something beyond all imagination. Diseases, difficulties &#8230; none of it has any reality.<br \/>\n<P>The body constantly used to ask (not a sign or an assurance or a proof: it&#8217;s all of that together), it used to ask for a sort of sensation (sensation, if it can be called that) that &#8220;it is the Lord that rules&#8221; (I am putting it in childlike words because they are the truest), that it is the Lord that rules. It asked for &#8220;that&#8221; all the time, the way a child could ask: &#8220;that&#8221; in all the innumerable nothings one does all the time, which are the very fabric of the body&#8217;s existence. It became so intense&#8230;. Anything perceived as separate from &#8220;that&#8221; becomes inert: ashes. Inert without even the power of inertia: the inertia of dust. I mean that a rock has a power in its existence, a power of cohesion, of duration &#8211; it&#8217;s not even that: it&#8217;s dust. So then, there was constantly, constantly that prayer in the body. And that&#8217;s what led me to the experience.<br \/>\n<P>When &#8220;that&#8221; is there, everything seems to swell with a golden, luminous, radiating Power: it&#8217;s so intense as to have volume! &#8230; If that isn&#8217;t there, everything is dust.<br \/>\n<P>So, naturally, there is constantly in all the cells the aspiration, the intense will for there to remain nothing but That.<br \/>\n<P>And all that denies That or counters It, weakens It or dims It, becomes painful. Yes, painful &#8211; not painful with a moral or psychological or material suffering &#8230; it&#8217;s a strange thing, it&#8217;s not a physical pain: it&#8217;s a pain which is more material than physical, it is &#8230; a sort of suffocation.<br \/>\n<P>The body now really has an impression (it&#8217;s an impression, not a knowledge &#8211;<br \/>\nit&#8217;s not a thought, not a knowledge: it&#8217;s an impression, but a strong one) that<br \/>\nthis is what kills, this is what makes you die: this sort of refusal of the<br \/>\nVibration &#8211; not always even a<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 87<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>willed refusal, because it&#8217;s not even conscious the way will is (that<br \/>\nhappens, but then it means battle), but it&#8217;s in Matter. One wonders if there<br \/>\nisn&#8217;t a residue &#8211; a residue of dust &#8211; that&#8217;s incapable of any receptivity? I<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P>But at any rate, there is a certain state, which seems to me to be the ordinary state human beings live in &#8230; it&#8217;s suffocating.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>So I wrote this note just like that, without any intention. Then, as soon as it was written, the Command came that it had to be published. I said to myself, &#8220;Very well, it will be for August.&#8221; &#8211; &#8220;No, NOW.&#8221; So I had a page added in the next <i>Bulletin.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Why? I don&#8217;t know. Maybe to prepare the atmosphere.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>***<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother translates a line of &#8220;Savitri&#8221; without hesitation, then comments:)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>You read here [in the physical book], then you keep still, open a door, and it comes.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s amusing, I&#8217;ve just done that as if I had been made to do it. Usually it&#8217;s always blank and still here <i>(gesture to the forehead), <\/i>and that&#8217;s what it gets inscribed on; but just now it wasn&#8217;t like that: I read, it came here, then I made a movement backwards: a door opened, and then it was clearly written!<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 88<\/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>April 16, 1966 (Mother shows Satprem a note she has entitled &#8220;The rungs of Love&#8221;) The last &#8220;rung&#8221; is the absolutely pure Thing. 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