{"id":6404,"date":"2013-07-13T02:07:30","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6404"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:07:30","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:30","slug":"76-october-21-1970-vol-11-volume-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/11-volume-11\/76-october-21-1970-vol-11-volume-11","title":{"rendered":"-76_October 21_1970.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>October 21, 1970<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>I found some old papers.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Satprem reads)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;I am told that you intend to distribute a repro<\/p>\n<p>duction of the<br \/>\n  portrait you did of me. It would be<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;better not to introduce in this gathering anything<\/p>\n<p>personal that might suggest the atmosphere of a<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;nascent religion.&quot;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>It was for Auroville and it was a portrait by Y, did you see it? You saw that portrait?! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It was a polite way of telling her. Only, she didn&#8217;t listen to me, she distributed it.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Then Mother listens to the English translation of an extract from  <\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>the &quot;infernal Agenda&quot; of September 9, which Satprem intended<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;to publish in the forthcoming &quot;Notes on the Way.&quot; Nolini<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;reads out his translation.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 353<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s not interesting. It&#8217;s so personal&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother shakes her head<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;and plunges<br \/>\nin)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>(Mother, in English:)<\/i> It seems to me too personal to be published.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges in again)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>Its gone, it&#8217;s over.<br \/>\n<P>I would like the two of you [Nolini and Satprem] to be absolutely sincere: is there nothing in you that thought, &quot;No, it can&#8217;t be published&quot;?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>(Satprem:) I didn&#8217;t have that impression. I had the impression<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;it could be useful. But I think Nolini<br \/>\n  will be more objective since<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;he wasn&#8217;t here when you spoke.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P><i>(Mother to Nolini, in English:)<\/i> Tell what you feel absolutely sincerely.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>(Nolini:) I have found that it was a little too personal.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P><i>(Mother approves:)<\/i> Too personal.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>(Nolini:) Not the whole but part of it. I feel like that.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I am afraid it might be an occasion for &#8230; it might encourage in people morbid experiences.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>(Satprem:) Yes, Mother, that&#8217;s true.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>That&#8217;s what bothers me. It&#8217;s better not to. It means encouraging morbid things in people.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, I saw some like that.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 354<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P align=\"center\"><i>(Then Satprem prepares to read a new chapter of <\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">Supermanhood<i>: &quot;The Bifurcation.&quot;)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>We should get the introduction translated into Hindi. I&#8217;ll see with R.<br \/>\n<P>Do you know that C. S. [a German translator] is here? Have you seen him?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>No, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Not yet?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>No, he is not on very good terms with me.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh? Why?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Listen, Mother, for about two years I have worked a lot for him.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;And every time &#8230; I received dozens of letters in which a sort<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;of microscopic mental possession increasingly revealed itself,  <\/i>\n  <\/p>\n<p><i>something very petty, very ugly, always clinging to &#8230; I can&#8217;t say,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;it&#8217;s like a mental dwarf in him, full of venom, full of bitterness.  <\/i>\n  <\/p>\n<p><i>There s a point there that isn&#8217;t pretty. So whenever I tried to send<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;him a little &#8230; (what shall I say?) balm to help him, every time  <\/i>\n  <\/p>\n<p><i>he sent me back a letter full of venom. After a year or two, I<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;realised I was only encouraging this sort of reaction. So one day<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;I wrote to him and said, &quot;Now it&#8217;s in Mothers hands, I can&#8217;t do<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;anything more for you.&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>What is it about?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>About nothing! He tells me that my book, &quot;The Adventure of<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;Consciousness,&quot;<br \/>\n  is a huge falsehood&#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Does he say that?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Yes! He says his whole life has showed him that my book is a<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>falsehood, because he has realized nothing of what I wrote, and<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;it&#8217;s all false, a falsehood. So in every letter he would return to,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;&quot;Yes, you say that in Pondicherry, where you are in the light<br \/>\n  and<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;peace, but as for us over here &#8230; Your book is a falsehood!&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Then whatever is he coming here for?!<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 355<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p><i>I don&#8217;t know &#8230; but he suffers, you understand! He&#8217;s unhappy,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;poor<br \/>\n  man. On the one hand he is pulled by the good side, and<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;on the other by his little gnome. I didn&#8217;t cut off my relations<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;with him for personal reasons &#8211; I don&#8217;t take offense at all &#8211; but<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;because I saw it didn&#8217;t help him, that&#8217;s all. Otherwise I have<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;nothing against him &#8211; he suffers, poor man.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>As for me, I have never spoken to him.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>There&#8217;s a mental deformation. A sort of sourness, you know, a<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;bitterness,<br \/>\n  a venom.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>I haven&#8217;t found anyone yet to translate into German&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>In Auroville?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Or you could ask A., Mother, he knows all the Germans who<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;come<br \/>\n  here.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>A. isn&#8217;t much of a psychologist. It&#8217;s better to wait and be sure. Ah, I am listening.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Do I still read you? Aren&#8217;t you tired?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>No, no&#8230;. 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