(Satprem reads Mother an old “Talk” of February 24, 1951, in which she refers to the memory of past lives and the unbridled imagination of certain people.)<\/i>
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I didn’t name her, but it was Annie Besant. She recounted all her lives with all the details – right from the ape! I didn’t read her books, incidentally.<\/p>\n
Oh, I tried several times, but it’s really all stories, it gets on your nerves.<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, that’s what I call “spiritual storybooks.” Worse than that: spiritual pulp novels!<\/p>\n
It’s shallow. And it has done a great deal to devalue true knowledge.<\/i><\/p>\n
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Page 187<\/font><\/p>\n (Then Satprem reads a passage in which Mother talks about young children who remember their previous lives, the village where they lived, etc., with precise descriptions.)<\/i> That’s amusing: a few days ago, after I saw you last time, one day I saw a whole story about that, which came back to me (it takes the form of a memory, but those things come from outside). It was about a seven-year-old child who told all his memories of his past lives. It came all at once, and I thought, “But why am I seeing this?” I watched it all and why and how it happened – a long story. And then it went away. It must have been while you were writing down the Talk! It keeps happening like that all the time! I still wonder, “But why has this come?” instead of saying to myself, “Oh, here he is reading this story!” Amusing. It’s growing more and more precise. I lack a very tiny thing in the receiving set … a very tiny impersonalization. But maybe if it were there the attention wouldn’t be caught: the thing would unfold (Mother shows a film being projected in front of her), <\/i>and then it would go away. For the moment, it comes, I stop it [the “film”], and then I work on it to clarify the ideas, put things in their place, see all the relationships; and when the work is finished, it goes away. Only, it takes the form of a memory, so I wonder why I “remember” that – it’s a lack of true objectification. That’s how I explain it: otherwise, maybe the thing wouldn’t be stopped, it would pass on. But it is an entire “reconstruction” of the mental functioning. * * * (From the same Talk from the past, Satprem reads a passage in which Mother tells the story of Queen Elizabeth, who, dying, received a delegation from the people in spite of her physician’s protests: “We shall die afterwards.”)<\/i> Is it recent?<\/p>\n It’s from 1951.<\/i><\/p>\n Again this whole story of Elizabeth came back to me a few days ago! Since attitude towards the Divine, towards the Work and towards life, is the But I said, “It’s recent,” because the things that to me are old are those that give me the feeling of having changed my position and of having a completely opposite outlook – this Talk hasn’t changed. This remark, “We shall die afterwards,” is my own experience, it wasn’t a “dream” – in fact, it’s never dreams: it’s a sort of STATE you enter VERY CONSCIOUSLY, and all at once you relive a thing. Even now I can see the picture: I see the picture of the people, the populace, myself, the gown, the person who nursed me – I see the whole scene. And I answered … It was so obvious! I felt so strongly that things are governed by the will that I answered, “We shall die afterwards,” quite simply. In English, not in French! * * * Just before Satprem leaves, Mother shows him a stack of letters:<\/i> There are very funny things all the time: I answer letters I haven’t received! Then I receive them afterwards – my answer is already written down! Things of that sort…. Page 189<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" September 12, 1964 (Satprem reads Mother an old “Talk” of February 24, 1951, in which she refers to the memory of past lives and the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[147],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-05-volume-05","wpcat-147-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6545","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=6545"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6545\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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