(Mother improvises on her organ for Satprem’s birthday. The organ, long unused, gives a few creaks.)<\/i>
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I hear at the same time. I don’t hear what I play: I hear something else. So when suddenly something creaks, it no longer works! It’s probably because it hasn’t been played for a long time. I haven’t played for nine months – the last time was …<\/p>\n
In December.<\/i><\/p>\n
Ten months. After ten months, I play much better, because when I play often I
\nremember what I have played before, so that’s no longer it. It’s not at all a
\nquestion of practicing: it’s a question of the hands not being afraid. That’s
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Page 280<\/font><\/p>\n become conscious, it no longer works. And then, what I hear has a purity that’s not there. It’s very interesting. And curiously, when I told you I would play, I thought I wouldn’t be able to, and the next day there came, oh, a cascade of music, for a long, long time…. I said to myself, “Very well, since it comes, I will see.” *** Soon afterwards<\/i> Something amusing has happened. You know that there is a new comet?…[[The comet “Ikeda-Seki.” ]] This morning around four, I saw the comet, and suddenly I found myself in a state above the earth, and I saw a being who seemed to be associated with this comet. He had red hair (but not an aggressive red), a white body, but not pure white: a golden white, as if he were naked, but he didn’t give an impression of being naked, or of wearing any clothes either (I have noticed this several times already), sexless – neither man nor woman. And it was a young being, charming, full of a sort of joy, like the joy that came a little in the music just now, and he was spreading in the earth atmosphere a sort of substance that was heavier than Matter – not heavier, but denser – and jelly-like. It was as though he had taken advantage of the comet passing near the earth to spread that substance. And at the same time, I was told it was “to help for the transformation of the earth.” And he showed me how to make that substance circulate in the atmosphere. It was charming: a young being, full of joy, as if dancing, and spreading that substance everywhere. It lasted a long time. For several hours I remained in it. Page 281<\/font> <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" October 30, 1965 (Mother improvises on her organ for Satprem’s birthday. The organ, long unused, gives a few creaks.) There. I hear at the same…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[143],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-06-volume-06","wpcat-143-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6165","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=6165"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6165\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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