{"id":6462,"date":"2013-07-13T02:07:51","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6462"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:07:51","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:07:51","slug":"25-april-1-1970-vol-11-volume-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/11-volume-11\/25-april-1-1970-vol-11-volume-11","title":{"rendered":"-25_April 1_1970.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>April 1, 1970<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>T. has asked me questions regarding the death of her brother, N.J. [[A young instructor of physical education who left his body a few years earlier. ]]  It seems that a few months before his death, he knew he was going to die, and he said, &quot;But I will come back in the Ashram.&quot; And his sister used to see him. I told her, &quot;When he died, I know I led him to the place of rest &#8211; he may have come out of it.&quot; And when she told me about it, I concentrated a little, and one night, I saw; I saw him come back: he was in the body of a two- or three-year-old child. But I haven&#8217;t seen him here &#8211; I don&#8217;t know where he is.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s a very curious <i>Aphorism<\/i> I saw yesterday. I don&#8217;t know when he wrote that &#8230; I simply wrote at the bottom: &quot;Nothing to say.&quot;<br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know, it&#8217;s strange&#8230;. An aphorism in which he speaks of &quot;enjoying Nature as one enjoys a woman&#8217;s body&quot;! <i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p>428 &#8211; What is the use of admiring Nature or worship<\/p>\n<p>ping her as<br \/>\n  a Power, a Presence and a goddess? What<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;is the use, either, of appreciating her aesthetically or<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;artistically? The secret is to enjoy her with the soul as<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;one enjoys a woman with the body.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Have you seen my answer?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Yes: &quot;Nothing to say.&quot;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Nothing to say, yes.<br \/>\n<P>There is another one in which he says, &quot;I did not know whom I loved more. Kali or Krishna &#8230;&quot; (I am commenting, not quoting exactly), &quot;&#8230; till I realized that to love Kali was to love myself, while to love Krishna was to love myself and someone else too&#8230;.&quot;<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p>427 &#8211; I did not know for some time whether I loved<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;Krishna<br \/>\n  best or Kali; when I loved Kali, it was loving<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;myself, but when I loved Krishna, I loved another, and<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;still it was myself with whom I was in love. Therefore<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;I came to love Krishna better even than Kali.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 133<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>What exactly does he mean? I don&#8217;t understand&#8230;. He writes as if he felt identified with Kali more than with Krishna. Yet (and he told me so) there was something of Krishna in him.<br \/>\n<P>So I would have liked to know if all those things were written at the same time, or years apart?<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Nolini seems to say it was at the beginning.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, it was at the beginning.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>At a time when he used to sign his letters &quot;Kali&quot; [around 1912].<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, there was a time when he used to sign &quot;Kali&quot;&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>He always signed his letters &quot;Kali&quot;: the letters to Motilal, [[Motilal Roy, a disciple from Chandernagore with whom Sri Aurobindo corresponded between 1912 and 1920. ]]  for instance.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, I never saw that, I didn&#8217;t know. So it was at that time.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It was certainly long before I came [in 1914].<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Did I tell you the vision I had here?&#8230; I&#8217;ve had many, but there is one &#8230; It was after the War was declared: between the time when the War (the first War) was declared and my departure. There was a rather long period: the War was declared in August [1914] and I left next February. Well, between the two, one day while in meditation, I saw Kali enter through the door &#8211; Kali of the vital, naked, with a garland of heads &#8211; she danced into the room. And she told me (she stayed like that, a little distance away), she told me &#8230; I don&#8217;t remember the exact words, but: &quot;Paris is captured&quot; or &quot;Paris is about to be captured&quot; or &quot;Paris is destroyed&quot; &#8211; something of the sort, anyway the Germans were advancing on Paris. And then, I saw the Mother &#8211; the Mother, that is to say &#8230; how does he call her? Maha &#8230;<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Mahashakti.<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 124<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Huge!&#8230; You see, Kali had a human size, but she was huge, up to the ceiling. She came in behind Kali and stood there, and she said, &quot;NO&quot; &#8211; simply, just like that <i>(in a quiet categorical tone)<\/i>. So I <i>(laughing)<\/i> &#8230; In those days, there was no radio, we would get the news by wire; so we got the news that the Germans were advancing on Paris, and at the same moment (that is, the day I had my vision), at the corresponding moment, without reason they were struck with panic, they turned back and went away&#8230;. It was just the same moment&#8230;. They were advancing on Paris; so Kali came in, saying, &quot;Paris is captured.&quot; And then She came <i>(Mother brings her hand down sovereignly):<\/i> NO&#8230;. Like that. It really was remarkable, because I was simply sitting there, looking. And it happened in front of me.<br \/>\n<P>I told Sri Aurobindo about it, he didn&#8217;t say anything. It was he who would get the news. And later on, in the afternoon, he told me, &quot;Here&#8217;s the news&#8230;.&quot; It seems they were suddenly seized with panic; they thought, &quot;It can&#8217;t be&quot; &#8211; there was no one to oppose them, the way was open, all clear, they didn&#8217;t encounter anyone or anything, so they said to themselves, &quot;It&#8217;s a trap.&quot; And &#8230; <i>(laughing)<\/i> they ran away. They turned around and left&#8230;. That was really interesting.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I never heard Sri Aurobindo tell me about those things [Kali and Krishna]. I know there was something of Krishna &#8211; he told me so and I saw it; it was what I saw, and he confirmed it, he told me. There was even a day when he felt Krishna IN him, and then &#8230; (he hadn&#8217;t withdrawn yet at the time, he would see everyone: he saw people, that was when he would see Pavitra and the others [[That was the lime of the <i>Evening Talks,<\/i> between 1923 and 1926. ]] ), and then he called everyone, [[On November 24, 1926. ]]  sat in the verandah of that house [above the Ashram&#8217;s entrance], sat there, had me sit beside him, and called everyone. Then he said, &quot;I have resolved to withdraw from activity; she will be your Mother and will &#8230;&quot; He named me officially. Then he withdrew to his room. As for me, I worked in what is now &quot;Prosperity&quot;&#8230;. But at the time, he felt Krishna in him &#8211; that&#8217;s why he withdrew.<br \/>\n<P><\/p>\n<p><i>Couldn&#8217;t he have continued in activity with Krishna&#8217;s presence?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 135<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>I don&#8217;t know&#8230;. I never asked him questions, to tell the truth; I would never ask anything: I listened to what he said.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>That was the time when I remained without eating for ten days, just to see.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother goes into a long contemplation)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I spend my nights &#8211; almost the whole night like that: I don&#8217;t sleep, and &#8230; time goes by so fast!&#8230; Sometimes I have visions.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges back)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 136<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>April 1, 1970 T. has asked me questions regarding the death of her brother, N.J. 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