{"id":6457,"date":"2013-07-13T02:07:49","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6457"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:07:49","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:49","slug":"74-october-14-1970-vol-11-volume-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/11-volume-11\/74-october-14-1970-vol-11-volume-11","title":{"rendered":"-74_October 14_1970.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>October 14, 1970<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>While sorting papers, I found this. I don&#8217;t know what it is.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Satprem reads)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 345<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;My hair is not dyed. It is its natural color, except for a slight reddish hue that comes from the soapbark lotion I use to wash my head. <\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;When I used to go out, I had to put rose juice on my lips so they would not chap, and sumo (powder of burned pearl) on my eyelids to prevent irritation by sunlight and dust. <\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;To take care of one&#8217;s skin and hair is no more artificial than to take care of one&#8217;s teeth. <\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;If a sadhika [a female disciple] has spare time and the inclination to make up, I see no harm in that, provided she does not do it out of vanity or affectation. <\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;What matters in sadhana is not what one does but the spirit in which one does it. <\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ill will, criticism, doubt, skepticism and depression are far more serious obstacles to the spiritual development than life&#8217;s trivialities and childish pursuits, if they are accepted without attaching importance to them.&quot;<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>13 May 1965<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>(Laughing)<\/i> That was when R.R. came; he said I dyed my hair! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i> &quot;Mother uses makeup.&quot; I never sent him this, besides.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Along with your answer, there&#8217;s a letter from R.R. Yes, he<br \/>\n  asked<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;you, &quot;Why do you use such devices?&#8230;&quot; He also asked,<br \/>\n  &quot;Why is<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;there in the Ashram this extreme iconolatry?&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>I think the gentleman has changed a bit. Is there a date?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>1965.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>I think he has changed.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Satprem reads another note)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;To calm all personal ambitions, I must declare<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;that<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p>&quot;If, for any reason, this body becomes unusable,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;the<br \/>\n  universal Mother will again start manifesting<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;in hundreds of individualities according to their <\/p>\n<p>capacity and receptivity, each one being a partial<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;manifestation of the Universal Consciousness.&quot;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 346<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P><\/p>\n<p><i>That&#8217;s important.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s amusing!&#8230; It&#8217;s a long time ago too.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>There&#8217;s no date.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>We&#8217;re finding some amusing things again&#8230;. Three or four people here, at the SAME time, had come (when I wrote this, I forget when), had come to succeed the universal Mother!&#8230; Three or four. Especially two from America. And there&#8217;s also one here <i>(Mother laughs).<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>It&#8217;s futile, it&#8217;s very childish.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother nods<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;and gives Satprem the handwritten note)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Then Mother takes up a few extracts from <\/i>Savitri<P align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;that are to be set to music.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p>A little point [shall] reveal the infinitudes.<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>II.I.100<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s interesting.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">***<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Satprem reads the second chapter of <\/i>Supermanhood<i>,<br \/>\n&quot;The<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;Great Process.&quot; After a few satisfied remarks,<br \/>\nMother adds:)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It produces a curious phenomenon of absorption: nothing existed anymore but that. [[As a matter of fact, Mother seemed to &quot;plunge&quot; at the start of the chapter, and Satprem even wondered if she was listening; then towards the end of the chapter, she came back. ]]  It&#8217;s curious. And I knew it was about to end because I resumed contact with the world. It&#8217;s really interesting. Oh, its very good.<br \/>\n<P>Where will we get it published?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Normally, it should be the publisher of &quot;The Adventure of Con<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i><br \/>\n  sciousness.&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 347<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Yes&#8230;. But does he have the caliber?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>He has &#8230; he will benefit from &quot;The Adventure of Consciousness.&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother looks at Satprem, smiling) <\/i><br \/>\n<P>What time is it?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Eleven, Mother. <\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Don&#8217;t you have a practical little work to do?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>No, Mother &#8230; except if you want to go on with the translation of &quot;Savitri&quot;&#8230;. But what about you, Mother, you don&#8217;t say anything?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Me, I have nothing to say.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>The body consciousness is slowly changing, in such a way that its whole former life seems foreign to it. That seems to be someone else&#8217;s consciousness, someone else&#8217;s life. Its &quot;situation,&quot; if you like, in the world, is changing.<br \/>\n<P>With regard to its whole former life, it regards that as someone &#8230; not exactly a stranger, but the life of someone close, whom you understand well (you&#8217;re not surprised, you understand well), but &#8230; a stranger. No, it&#8217;s not &quot;stranger,&quot; it&#8217;s &#8230; OTHER, other. Someone other.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>But the new person has no limits in its contact, it doesn&#8217;t end anywhere <i>(Mother touches the skin of her hands)&#8230;.<\/i> An odd sensation.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s being done. It&#8217;s not something you can look at, it&#8217;s something being done.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>As if there were no past, you know, one is wholly like this <i>(gesture ahead),<\/i> there&#8217;s nothing behind. A curious sensation.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 348<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>A curious sensation of something beginning. Not at all, not at all something ending &#8211; something beginning. It&#8217;s a curious sensation: something beginning. With all the unknown, the unexpected &#8230; Strange.<br \/>\n<P>I have that all the time. I constantly feel that things are new &#8230; that my relationship with them is new. Me, it&#8217;s something there <i>(gesture above).<\/i> And the body&#8217;s impression too <i>(Mother touches her hands)<\/i> is that of a new way of feeling, new way of reacting&#8230;. 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