{"id":6087,"date":"2013-07-13T02:05:46","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6087"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:05:46","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:05:46","slug":"50-august-17-1966-vol-07-volume-07","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/07-volume-07\/50-august-17-1966-vol-07-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-50_August 17_1966.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>August 17, 1966<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>&#8230; As for me, I can&#8217;t see anymore.<br \/>\n<P>The way in which I see is something very interesting &#8211; I can&#8217;t say that I can&#8217;t see anymore. It&#8217;s very interesting. Something suddenly comes alive (an object or a face or a letter or &#8230;), clear, precise, almost luminous. The next minute, everything is blurred. I seem to be told, &#8220;This is worth seeing.&#8221; So I look at it. &#8220;And <i>(laughing) <\/i>don&#8217;t bother about that&#8221;!<br \/>\n<P>On the 15th, that boy, the Communist architect who was here left, because he found that &#8220;moral laws aren&#8217;t sufficiently respected&#8217;! &#8230; His very words. He left. But then, his thought keeps coming all the time &#8211; not &#8220;thought&#8221;: something from here <i>(the heart), <\/i>it keeps coming and coming. He must be quite unhappy at having left! And he asked me &#8230; It was on the afternoon of the 15th, it kept coming and it was tormented and it asked: &#8220;How can one know the Truth? What is the Truth? How can one know? &#8230;&#8221; Sri Aurobindo was there, and he said to me IN FRENCH (!):<br \/>\n<P>La V\u00e9rit\u00e9 ne peut se formuler en mots, mais elle peut \u00eatre v\u00e9cue, si l&#8217;on est assez pur et plastique.[[&#8220;Truth cannot be formulated in words, but it can be lived, provided one is pure and plastic enough.&#8221; ]]<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s fine, isn&#8217;t it! And the perception was so present: to let oneself be guided by the Truth all the time, like that.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 175<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&#8220;Pure&#8221; means pure of ego, pure of all desire, all preference, all idea: all that must be gone &#8211; one must be supple, like that, and let oneself be driven along.<br \/>\n<P>And he gave me the experience at the same time.<br \/>\n<P>I translated it into English &#8211; so Sri Aurobindo speaks to me in French and I translate into English! It&#8217;s amusing.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>***<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>After a meditation<\/i><br \/>\n<P>How is the book coming along?[[During the previous conversation, Satprem read out to Mother a few pages from <i>The Sannyasin.<\/i> ]]<br \/>\n<P>For my part, I go on dictating or hearing passages! It&#8217;s very interesting. But there&#8217;s no continuity: one sentence, one scene, two or three words&#8230;. Strange. It&#8217;s as if on a screen. And when you read last time, I recognized (how can I put it?) impressions &#8211; impressions of images and words &#8211; in what you read. But for me, it has no continuity; it&#8217;s something passing by, as if behind a screen, and at some point, toc! &#8230; contact is made: I hear or say words, I see an image. And I can see that it goes on behind the screen; then another word, another image comes through the screen. And it&#8217;s always in that sort of immense, immense place, endless, very quiet, very luminous. It&#8217;s a very pure, very quiet, very peaceful atmosphere. And something seems to fall from there as if in drops.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s very interesting.<br \/>\n<P>It happens especially at night. Sometimes in daytime, but not for long. But at night, for a fairly long time.<br \/>\n<P>Just now again, while we were meditating, the same phenomenon took place. When it came, I stopped the meditation. I was in a perfectly silent contemplation, and then it started all of a sudden <i>(Mother laughs), <\/i>so I stopped.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 176<\/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>August 17, 1966 &#8230; As for me, I can&#8217;t see anymore. 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