{"id":6149,"date":"2013-07-13T02:06:07","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:06:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6149"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:06:07","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:06:07","slug":"74-november-6-1965-vol-06-volume-06","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/06-volume-06\/74-november-6-1965-vol-06-volume-06","title":{"rendered":"-74_November 6_1965.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>November 6, 1965<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>Are you better?<\/p>\n<p><i>Not really.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh! &#8230; <i>(Laughing) <\/i>What&#8217;s to be done!?<br \/>\n<P>At night, the last two or three nights, but especially last night (in the middle of the night, after midnight), and for at least two hours, I am carried away in a movement, but a frightfully swift movement! I am lying on something which is a sort of silvery light &#8211; a silvery light. And I am lying on it, enveloped in it, and carried away in such a dizzying movement that &#8230; you feel as if your head is going to break.<br \/>\n<P>And there are people with me &#8211; you are one of them.<\/p>\n<p><i>Really?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes!<br \/>\n<P>Last night it lasted two hours. And you feel like holding on to something, because it&#8217;s so dizzying&#8230;. I don&#8217;t know, last night, in the middle of the experience I became a little conscious, and it was &#8230; <i>(gesture expressing a fantastic movement). <\/i>But the Command came: &#8220;Quiet, quiet, don&#8217;t move, quiet,&#8221; so I didn&#8217;t move. And it lasted almost two hours. And the movement is head first (not feet first), head first, it&#8217;s the head that&#8217;s pulled.<br \/>\n<P>All I know is that it has to do with the transformation of the body. But how does one know that it&#8217;s fast? There is nothing but the movement and the body&#8217;s sense of being carried away dizzyingly.<br \/>\n<P>And I noticed a few people &#8211; you were there. Prrtt! at full speed, like that. I said to myself <i>(laughing), <\/i>&#8220;It must be to cure him!&#8221; But a movement &#8230; I tell you, the consciousness just woke up, I wanted to start observing, and immediately the Command came, &#8220;Quiet, quiet, don&#8217;t move, quiet, nothing must move.&#8221;<br \/>\n<P>It must be at the time of the night when you really sleep. It&#8217;s after midnight and before two in the morning.<br \/>\n<P>But there is nothing to remember: one seems to be whisked along, like that &#8211; maybe it&#8217;s the speed of comets! I told myself it was a <i>drastic <\/i>treatment, as they say in English.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 287<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>But the other night (it had come two or three times already), it wasn&#8217;t so strong. Last night, it was so strong and it lasted such a long time &#8230; I thought, &#8220;Maybe tomorrow morning he&#8217;ll have a smile&#8230;.&#8221; But it didn&#8217;t work! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>What I see is rather unpleasant.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>At night? What do you see?<\/p>\n<p><i>I have seen all sorts of things.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>No, these last few days?<\/p>\n<p><i>Attacked. It comes up from the waters.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Of the vital. From the sea?<\/p>\n<p><i>No, black waters.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, the dark human vital.<\/p>\n<p><i>Very aggressive snakes. And mentally, too, I receive very violent things.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>What do you mean?<\/p>\n<p><i>I am assailed. If I listened to what comes, it would mean insanity. If I let go &#8230; You understand, it comes again and again and charges down. It&#8217;s very unpleasant. And a suffering deep down &#8211; a suffering.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Give me an example of the suggestions you receive.<\/p>\n<p><i>Generally it&#8217;s about you or about the Ashram.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>About me?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, generally. Or about what I do, what I am (or am not).<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Don&#8217;t you know where it comes from?<\/p>\n<p><i>No. But some time ago, a phenomenon occurred, which might<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\n  <font size=\"2\">Page 288<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>be related to that. I saw Patrick, you remember? [[A disciple who was a friend of Satprem&#8217;s; he had died insane seven or eight years earlier and Satprem had assisted him in a Japanese mental hospital. ]]<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Oh!<\/p>\n<p><i>He was trying to drive some sort of splinter into my head, and I felt it was extremely dangerous. Then I said OM, and everything vanished &#8211; I was lucky to remember! But anyway, there are things attacking me very strongly.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>But you should use that every time.<\/p>\n<p><i>Well, yes, if one can! One isn&#8217;t always lucky enough to remember.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>(Mother laughs) You are teachable, no? And what are you told about me? Just to know the quality.<\/p>\n<p><i>They are details, rather&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>I mean, they accuse me, or tell you I don&#8217;t take care of you or&#8230;?<\/p>\n<p><i>Not that. It&#8217;s rather about my relationship with you, or the impossibility of certain contacts, or &#8230; I find peace only when I go above; I say, &#8220;Well, yes, let us look at THE Mother,&#8221; up above.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, that&#8217;s right.<\/p>\n<p><i>Then everything falls quiet.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s to make you realize the infirmity of the outside world! <i>(Laughing) <\/i>But you know me, don&#8217;t you!<\/p>\n<p><i>Anyway, it&#8217;s not pleasant&#8230;. Or else, it falls upon me all of a sudden and it&#8217;s really like a suffering &#8211; without words or explanation &#8211; a suffering deep down, a flame of suffering.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>(Long silence) It will pass.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 289<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Then Mother takes up the translation of &#8220;Savitri&#8221; and stops abruptly, as if she were following something with her eyes:)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>&#8230; As big as this, a sun, a sun scintillating with Sri Aurobindo&#8217;s light, when I write, between me and the notebook, and it moves about with the pen! It&#8217;s this big <i>(a big orange), <\/i>it&#8217;s Sri Aurobindo&#8217;s light, blue, that special blue, silver blue, scintillating, and it moves about every time I write in this notebook! <i>(Laughing) <\/i>That&#8217;s why I have difficulty seeing: it moves about with the pen!<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P><i>Soon afterwards, Dr. Sanyal enters, signaling lunch time.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Ah, here&#8217;s the doctor, that means we&#8217;re late!<br \/>\n<P>A day will come when I will be on time&#8230;. Maybe by moving dizzyingly I&#8217;ll end up &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>You&#8217;ve been in a car at more than sixty miles an hour, haven&#8217;t you?&#8230; It feels motionless in comparison to that Speed. It wasn&#8217;t physical since my bed wasn&#8217;t moving, but it was so swift, so swift that you could feel the friction of speed. And head first: it went head first. It didn&#8217;t go feet first because I was lying and I didn&#8217;t go feet first: I went head first, brrf I as if sucked along by something. And my eyes were open. But naturally, the body wasn&#8217;t moving &#8211; visibly, at least, it wasn&#8217;t moving! &#8230; Oh, I remember, yes, the night before, it was the house that was moving; I was in a room that was moving with that same swiftness, and I was watching everything hurtling and hurtling past, it was fantastic! And yesterday, it wasn&#8217;t the house, it was only &#8230; a sort of column &#8230; how can I explain? It wasn&#8217;t a column &#8211; a strip. I was there on that strip, but I was very tall, I took up a lot of room; there were lots of people, and they were small <i>(Mother draws small figures), <\/i>a lot, brrf!<br \/>\n<P>Yes, yes, I remember, the previous night, it was the room that was moving: a square room; and there weren&#8217;t any walls, there were just windows, and it was rushing and rushing, what a race it was! &#8230; Then everything stopped abruptly, finished &#8211; not finished, not stopped: the consciousness changes, there is a reversal of consciousness, so it&#8217;s over.<br \/>\n<P>Yes, I remember now. First a room without anything &#8211; anything &#8211; an absolute empty space; there was nothing except that strip.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 290<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Oh, do you remember those moving walkways? Something like that, but instead of a walkway, it was a strip of silvery light, and it was the strip that was moving. A strip of silvery light with little sparkles. 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