{"id":6269,"date":"2013-07-13T02:06:45","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6269"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:06:45","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:06:45","slug":"73-september-21-1968-vol-09-volume-09","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/09-volume-09\/73-september-21-1968-vol-09-volume-09","title":{"rendered":"-73_September 21_1968.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>September 21, 1968<\/H3><\/p>\n<p><i>Mother, it would be good if I could have your protection,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;and Sujata too &#8211; both of us.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Why?<\/p>\n<p><i>We&#8217;re not in good physical health.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh! What&#8217;s wrong?<\/p>\n<p><i>Sujata has been running a temperature for several days, a high <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>temperature; last night she fainted and was as if &quot;thrust&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;against the wall: she hurt herself. As for me, last night too I<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;caught a fever.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Bah! &#8230; What&#8217;s that?<\/p>\n<p><i>I don&#8217;t know. Both of us.  <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>There&#8217;s something trying to bother<\/i> us.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 256<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(after a long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know&#8230;. I told you at the beginning that I had felt something coming from there [the Vatican]. There is something.<br \/>\n<P>There is something &#8230; a kind of relentless fury, something disrupting everything with relentless fury.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s well veiled, in the sense that I can&#8217;t manage to find precisely what it is. But it&#8217;s &#8230; I&#8217;ll give you an example: no later than yesterday evening or this morning (or in the night, I don&#8217;t know), the body said, &#8220;But what have I done that everything keeps grating like this all the time?&#8221; And then, &#8220;that&#8221; (who? I don&#8217;t know) shows me things from my life&#8230;. This time, it showed me something rather recent, that is, from my life in India (not things from the beginning but from my life with Sri Aurobindo), and in what a manner! &#8230; A manner in which all I did, all I thought, my whole way of acting, it all becomes so ugly, mon petit! So egoistic, so narrow, so petty, so ugly &#8230; Then, the immediate conclusion: &#8220;The state you are in is quite natural! &#8230;&#8221; It was something like that.<br \/>\n<P>What is it?<br \/>\n<P>So there is only one response <i>(gesture with hands open upward): <\/i>unshakable calm, and putting the Supreme here, and that&#8217;s all. But &#8230; it [the attack] doesn&#8217;t really affect, yet it&#8217;s still there, that is, it&#8217;s not repulsed, not dissolved: it&#8217;s there <i>(gesture as if encircling Mother). <\/i>And it&#8217;s been like this since I told you right at the beginning: a formidable formation.<\/p>\n<p><i>But Mother, almost every night I wake up with headaches. <\/i>[[This was going to last for months. ]]<i><br \/>\n  My<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;nights are tiring, very tiring.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>And with me, every time I go into an inner state of peace and tranquillity, something PULLS me like that, as if out of malice, and shakes me as though a catastrophe had happened!<br \/>\n<P>Where does it come from?<\/p>\n<p><i>There is a malice. Yesterday, I felt that malice.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Ah?<\/p>\n<p><i>Oh, yes! I saw waves of suggestions. <\/i>[[Before going to sleep, Satprem saw all kinds of suggestions pass by, in particular one showing Sujata thrown down into a water tank that is being dug in the garden. A few hours later, Sujata was thrown down very near the water tank, against an iron bar in the wall. Thus the really serious accident was averted and turned into a minor one (which, nevertheless, barely missed piercing Sujata&#8217;s eye). ]]<i><br \/>\n  And especially those<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;nights that are so difficult &#8211; why?<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 257<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>You understand, we live every moment in a world where everything is tangled together. In a normal way (I don&#8217;t mean &#8220;normal&#8221; for everyone, but it&#8217;s always been normal for me), things work out; they work out all right, you feel the Protection. And that&#8217;s what has gone! There&#8217;s something struggling against that&#8230;. Until now, there has never, never been the feeling of anything that really had a power [against Mother]: I just had to do like this <i>(gesture of sweeping away), <\/i>and it was over. But what I can do now is to mend harmful effects or repulse them &#8211; it&#8217;s intolerable!<br \/>\n<P>And it&#8217;s mostly mental, it comes with a sort of sense of fatality: &#8220;You are the one who caused this to happen, you&#8217;re getting your just deserts.&#8221; Like that. Then the body&#8217;s answer is very simple, it says, &#8220;We&#8217;re all in the same state! The whole of Matter is like this, it&#8217;s full of ignorance and incapacity.&#8221; That becomes &#8220;faults&#8221; in the human mind, but it&#8217;s not faults. Or else, it&#8217;s hopeless: if what has been is indefinitely the cause of the whole future, it&#8217;s hopeless.<br \/>\n<P>So all that can be held at arm&#8217;s length, it can be calmed, but I clearly see it&#8217;s not going away. And the body truly has trust, it has faith, that&#8217;s what saves it, otherwise &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>That also points out the consequences: for instance, yes, precisely, the incapacity to protect others, to give them the needed condition, to do what&#8217;s needed for them &#8211; all that is pointed out with &#8230; you know, unrelenting fierceness. To such a point that this poor body started weeping! Like that. Then naturally, there is the faith that sets everything right. But you know, it&#8217;s as if you were a monster that had created all the disorder everywhere. It&#8217;s frightful!<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, at one point last night, I saw kinds of waves of mud<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;beating;<br \/>\n  I was protected by a wall and those waves kept<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;beating and beating like that.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>That&#8217;s it.<\/p>\n<p><i>Brown waves, you know, like mud. They kept beating and beating&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(after a silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>The body is convinced that all its difficulties are tolerated because they&#8217;re part of the <i>tapasya <\/i>[discipline], so it doesn&#8217;t refuse them &#8211; it doesn&#8217;t complain, doesn&#8217;t refuse &#8211; but &#8230; it&#8217;s a fierce tapasya.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 258<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>And it&#8217;s not merely the play of forces: it&#8217;s conscious. [[Mother means those attacks are the result of a conscious will somewhere. ]] It&#8217;s conscious and has the obstinacy of a conscious will.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I saw P.L. [the disciple from the Vatican] yesterday. Have you seen him?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>He too asked me to protect him.<\/p>\n<p><i>Surely! He&#8217;s fine, this man.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. Has he left?<\/p>\n<p><i>This afternoon.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Are you still running a temperature?<\/p>\n<p><i>A little, I think. But Sujata, yesterday, had a very high fever.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;It&#8217;s<br \/>\n  gone, so now there&#8217;s weakness.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Bah!<br \/>\n<P>And what do you do to treat yourself?<\/p>\n<p><i>Nothing.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>You&#8217;re not doing anything?<\/p>\n<p><i>I take aspirin once in a while. But she isn&#8217;t taking anything.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>You must go and rest, mon petit.<br \/>\n<P><i>(To Sujata:) <\/i>And you&#8217;re going to bed!<\/p>\n<p><i>(Sujata) After two days in bed, I get tired of the bed!<\/i><br \/>\n<br \/><i>(Satprem) But I have trust &#8211; entirely.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Naturally! But still, it mustn&#8217;t last, we&#8217;ve had enough, haven&#8217;t we?<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 259<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Something feels like getting very angry, but I dare not &#8211; the body dare not. Something that feels like, oh, like striking very strongly, but &#8230; Because that it has full power is certain! I&#8217;ve had proof of it &#8211; not just once, many times. But &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>If I knew. If I knew in a totally precise and certain way where those attacks come from, then &#8230;<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s like this: the body is absolutely convinced that there is only one Will &#8211; one Consciousness, one Will. Consequently, whatever happens is part of that Consciousness and that Will. That&#8217;s how it is, you understand. So it can&#8217;t get angry. It has one spontaneous tendency: let the aspiration be more intense, the surrender more complete, the trust more total. It gets formulated like this: &#8220;That &#8211; That which is everything and is one &#8211; is nevertheless, despite all appearances, it is nevertheless the Supreme Goodness, the Supreme Beauty, the Supreme Harmony &#8230; everything reaches out towards That. That is it. And we too reach out towards That.&#8221; There, that&#8217;s the body&#8217;s &#8220;philosophy.&#8221; But not in the manner of the other parts of the being: quite spontaneous, and with a sort of indisputability.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>You see, the body is convinced &#8211; absolutely convinced &#8211; that it can receive blows only because its faith isn&#8217;t sufficient. Not total enough, not complete enough, not absolute enough.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s very conscious of its imbecility and &#8230; (how can I explain?) at the same time it has the feeling that that very consciousness of its imbecility is an obstacle; that it should only feel it is &#8230; the supreme Truth, the supreme Reality. And then everything would be well.<br \/>\n<P>Ah, go and take rest.<\/p>\n<p><i>We&#8217;re fine here!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Do you have enough to eat?<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 260<\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>September 21, 1968 Mother, it would be good if I could have your protection, &nbsp;and Sujata too &#8211; both of us. Why? 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