{"id":6065,"date":"2013-07-13T02:05:39","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6065"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:05:39","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:39","slug":"03-january-19-1966-vol-07-volume-07","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/07-volume-07\/03-january-19-1966-vol-07-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-03_January 19_1966.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>January 19, 1966<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother copies out in her thick white notebook a few lines from her translation of &#8220;Savitri.&#8221;)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>&#8230; Near my pen, there is a small disk of Sri Aurobindo&#8217;s light, which sparkles and sparkles&#8230;. I see it more than my handwriting. It&#8217;s no bigger than this <i>(two inches) <\/i>and it shines, it shines brightly &#8211; blue light, of the silvery blue that was Sri Aurobindo&#8217;s blue. It shines and shines, and it moves along with my fingers. [[Mother had already made a similar remark last year. See <i>Agenda VI, <\/i>conversation of November 6, 1965, p. 287. ]]<br \/>\n<P>And when I speak, when I say things that &#8220;come,&#8221; there are two disks (I don&#8217;t know why). Not one, but two, and they are bigger <i>(about four inches), <\/i>one above the other. When I tell of an experience, for instance, or answer a question, there are two of them, slightly bigger.<br \/>\n<P>And when I concentrate on someone while calling the Lord, then, generally, near the shoulder <i>(gesture between the person&#8217;s head and shoulder), <\/i>there is a great golden light, like that, which sparkles and sparkles, shines and shines, very brightly, all the while. And when the light goes, the concentration goes.<br \/>\n<P>But just now, it was amusing, it was quite small like this, moving along with my pen. Now it&#8217;s finished, gone! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 20<\/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 19, 1966 (Mother copies out in her thick white notebook a few lines from her translation of &#8220;Savitri.&#8221;) &#8230; Near my pen, there is&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[142],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6065","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-07-volume-07","wpcat-142-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6065","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=6065"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6065\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}