{"id":6555,"date":"2013-07-13T02:08:22","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6555"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:08:22","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:22","slug":"13-february-13-1964-vol-05-volume-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/05-volume-05\/13-february-13-1964-vol-05-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-13_February 13_1964.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>February 13, 1964<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Satprem kept note of the following conversation despite its episodic character, for it is, alas, a good illustration of the kind of innumerable microscopic &#8220;avalanches&#8221; that assailed Mother from every side, daily.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>H. was so very vexed because I had this work done by Sujata that she has broken off all relations with me! &#8230; Except that she sends me letters of abuse every day!<br \/>\n<P>She wrote that she will no longer have anything to do with the work, with this, with that, with me, and she is sending everything back.<br \/>\n<P>Vanity&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>I expected it a little&#8230;. You can&#8217;t think of such things in advance, but when I spoke to her I thought she was going to be<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 57<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;pleased &#8211; oh, she almost flew into a rage! But in front of me, of course &#8230; I looked at her and went like this <i>(Mother lowers her thumb): <\/i>it stopped. But once she had gone, it was the end!<br \/>\n<P>A jealous and vain character is hard to correct.<br \/>\n<P>You see, when she tells me, &#8220;I want the Truth, I want the Divine,&#8221; I take it as sincere and act accordingly &#8211; but that gives her terrible thrashings! And I do absolutely nothing but take what she says at its face value. She says she &#8220;wants the Truth,&#8221; &#8220;wants the Divine,&#8221; that it is &#8220;the only thing she wants and nothing else.&#8221; So I act accordingly.<br \/>\n<P>The result is that I have piles of letters with frightful insults: &#8220;Liar, hypocrite&#8230;.&#8221; <i>(Mother laughs) <\/i>It isn&#8217;t the first time, she has those fits now and then. But after this letter, I received a sort of inner command to make one last attempt, and I wrote to her that it was HER SOUL that had asked me to act as I did. Because when I entrusted this work to Sujata instead of her, I had a moment of hesitation, then I went within to find out, and her soul exerted a very strong pressure for me to act in that way. I had always seen, at every minute, that her aspiration was constantly tainted with that vanity &#8211; she always puts on an act for others and for herself. I was waiting patiently for that vanity to go, but her soul wasn&#8217;t as patient &#8211; hers is a very beautiful soul (that&#8217;s the strange thing, you see, her soul is a very beautiful one), but at times she rejects it violently. So I wrote to tell her that now I had something serious to say to her, that it was her soul that had asked me to act in that way in order to break and conquer her ego&#8217;s vanity&#8230;. She says, &#8220;I don&#8217;t want my ego, I don&#8217;t want my ego &#8230;&#8221; but she identifies herself with it to such a degree that when she has those fits, she is the ego; when the fit is over, she clearly sees the difference. And at the end of my letter, I said, &#8220;Now, it is up to you to choose between Truth and falsehood&#8221; &#8211; it was a hurricane!<br \/>\n<P>I am waiting till it&#8217;s over.<br \/>\n<P>I am waiting.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 58<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>February 13, 1964 (Satprem kept note of the following conversation despite its episodic character, for it is, alas, a good illustration of the kind of&#8230;<\/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-6555","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\/6555","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=6555"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6555\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6555"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6555"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6555"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}