So then, what’s new?
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I have finished my book.<\/i><\/p>\n
Oh!… Good, that’s good. How many chapters still to be read?
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We’ve readied half, I’m reading you the eighth. There are sixteen.<\/i><\/p>\n
It’ll go on till January.
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Do you want to hear all of it?<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, of course! (Mother laughs)<\/i>
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(Satprem starts reading the end of the eighth chapter: "The Change of Vision."
Afterwards, Mother remains long absorbed, as if deep in meditation.)<\/i>
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I always go off – it’s strange – into a … like a new country. It happens to me every time.
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(silence)<\/i>
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Do you think people will be able to translate this?
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(silence) <\/i>
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It’s calm (vast gesture),<\/i> luminous – it’s magnificent, you know!
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(silence) <\/i>
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Who does the English translation?
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It’s T. <\/i><\/p>\n
Does she do it well?
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Yes, she understands the rhythm, she understands the
\n vibration.<\/i><\/p>\n
In Italian, it’s N.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
We would need someone to …
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(Mother plunges in)<\/i>
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That was very short.
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(Mother remains gazing long, <\/i>
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then smiles suddenly and plunges in again)<\/i>
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What time is it? There’s nothing to do?
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No, Mother…. You aren’t saying anything?<\/i><\/p>\n
(after a silence)<\/i>
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I have just seen a rather strange thing…. There was the daughter of a man
\nwho owns a big movie theater – anyway a rich man. I don’t know what happened,
\nshe was all right, then she gave birth in hospital and she died. No one ever
\nknew why. I had forgotten that, it was a year ago. The child is a year old (it’s
\na boy), and they brought him to me. But I didn’t remember the story of the
\nmother’s death and so on. I didn’t know. When he came, my impression was that of
\na girl. I looked. Then they told me, "No, it’s the child whose
mother died when he was born." And in the child, there was his mothers (silence)<\/i> But if parents knew how to do it, they could … This child could be absolutely remarkable, you know, with a full conscious vital. Nowadays they bring me all the children born in Auroville, and I see … I see surprising things. With some (not many, one or two), it’s like a very small animal, it’s nothing – it’s very sweet: a very small animal. But with almost all of them, it’s a conscious being. And the parents are absolutely stupid in their behavior with them, because they don’t know, they don’t understand. I saw one today again (tiny gesture):<\/i> he is three or four days old, five days – this big – and I saw the consciousness there is inside: it’s admirable! But then, they treat him like a small animal – he has no means of defense. (silence)<\/i> Is it those little ones who will become the intermediary beings?… I don’t know. (long silence)<\/i> <\/p>\n You’re not saying anything about yourself, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n No, nothing to say. Nothing to say. (Mother shakes her head and keeps gazing) <\/i> Page 371<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" November 14, 1970 So then, what’s new? I have finished my book. Oh!… Good, that’s good. How many chapters still to be read? We’ve readied…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[146],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-11-volume-11","wpcat-146-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6442","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=6442"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6442\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nvita], but then perfectly clear, precise, as if preserved. It was there and
\nresponded through the child’s body – his mother’s vital with full consciousness.
\nIt’s strange. And I learned the mother’s story only afterwards. I saw that, I
\nsaw a feminine vital, very conscious: "What on earth is this?" Then they told
\nme, "He is the child whose mother died while giving him birth." Then I
\nunderstood. The vital remained there, in the child who came out. It’s odd.
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