{"id":6560,"date":"2013-07-13T02:08:24","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6560"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:08:24","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:08:24","slug":"29-april-8-1964-vol-05-volume-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/05-volume-05\/29-april-8-1964-vol-05-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-29_April 8_1964.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>April 8, 1964<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(This was to be the last conversation before Satprem&#8217;s departure for France, from where he would return in July.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P><i>Mother looks tired, she goes into a long contemplation.<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Will you continue [the Tantric discipline] there?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes&#8230;. I must say that in my outer consciousness, I don&#8217;t <\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 108<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>know anything at all. I don&#8217;t understand anything<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>You don&#8217;t understand?<\/p>\n<p><i>I understand nothing whatsoever.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother laughs)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I simply know that there is &#8220;something else,&#8221; and then I do what I have to do [japa, meditation], but what&#8217;s happening, where I am, where I&#8217;m going, what I&#8217;m doing &#8211; I have no idea: I understand nothing at all. I have no perception of where I stand.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>If it&#8217;s any consolation to you, it&#8217;s just like that for me!<br \/>\n<P>I mean that the body doesn&#8217;t even know whether it&#8217;s going to last or &#8230; to decompose &#8211; nothing, it doesn&#8217;t know anything. It doesn&#8217;t know anything at all&#8230;. What purpose does it serve? Why is it here? &#8230; Yes, as you say, we know &#8211; we do know somewhere in the background of the consciousness &#8211; but the body itself &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>You see, it finds it rather painful, in the sense that it never has the feeling of a quiet force, of a complete balance. And then all this suffering, all this, why?<br \/>\n<P>That&#8217;s just what I was looking at now [during the meditation].<br \/>\n<P>And this poor body says to the Lord, &#8220;Tell me! Tell me. If I am to last, if I am to live, that&#8217;s fine, but tell me so I may endure. I don&#8217;t care about suffering and I am ready to suffer, as long as this suffering isn&#8217;t a sign given me that I should prepare to go.&#8221; That&#8217;s how it is, that&#8217;s how the body is. Of course, it could be expressed with other words, but that&#8217;s it. When you suffer, for instance, when the body suffers, it wonders why, it asks, &#8220;Is there something I have to endure and overcome in order to be ready to continue my work, or is it a more or less roundabout way to tell me that I am coming undone and I am going to disappear?&#8221; &#8230; Because it rightly says, &#8220;My attitude would be different &#8211; if I am to go, well, I&#8217;ll completely stop bothering about myself, or about what&#8217;s going on or anything; if I am to stay, I will have courage and endurance, I won&#8217;t budge.&#8221;<br \/>\n<P>But it isn&#8217;t even told that &#8211; I haven&#8217;t yet been able to obtain a clear answer.<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s not necessary, probably. Only, it&#8217;s &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>I cannot say that a single day passes entirely without my having<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 109<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;to fight against one suffering or another, one difficulty or another &#8211;<br \/>\nyou know, the feeling that things are grating.<br \/>\n<P>Of course, the body notices that when its entire consciousness is exclusively centered on the Divine, it no longer feels its suffering: if it has a pain, it no longer feels it. But the minute it is slightly aware of the outer world, it sees that the pain is there all right.<br \/>\n<P>There are moments &#8211; moments &#8211; of illumination. Then it has the certitude of the Triumph. But almost immediately, something comes to contradict it violently, like a reminder: &#8220;Don&#8217;t get carried away! You&#8217;re not yet there, you know.&#8221; Voil\u00e0. But then that state &#8230; How much time must the body last?&#8230; I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\n<P>No, you&#8217;re not in an inferior position &#8211; that&#8217;s not it, it seems to be a necessity for the work. [[A little earlier, Satprem had complained about some physical disorganization, which Mother had attributed to the work of transformation. ]] But why? &#8230; I don&#8217;t understand.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Does it lack faith? &#8230; Possibly. It doesn&#8217;t lack a trusting love &#8211; it has that, it accepts anything and everything, it is always full of its trusting love, that doesn&#8217;t vary. But what is lacking is a sort of &#8230; almost an &#8220;intellectual faith.&#8221; In other words, it has the feeling it knows nothing &#8211; it knows nothing, it isn&#8217;t told anything. It knows nothing. It isn&#8217;t told what will happen. And as long as it doesn&#8217;t know what will happen, it feels as if &#8230; <i>(gesture hanging in midair).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It can switch all at once from a consciousness of eternity to a consciousness of absolute fragility.<br \/>\n<P>On top of this, there are lots of adverse forces, of adverse suggestions (some made of ignorance, others of ill will) that come and harass&#8230;. I don&#8217;t believe them &#8211; it doesn&#8217;t believe them, but it doesn&#8217;t have the assurance that would allow it to laugh in their face. It doesn&#8217;t believe them, but &#8230;<br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s one thing, you know, which is so difficult <i>(Mother has a spasm in her throat),<\/i> so difficult, it&#8217;s that Sri Aurobindo left&#8230;. That&#8217;s at the root of everything. Before, my body wasn&#8217;t like this; before, nothing in me was like this: there was an absolute certitude. That, you know, it was &#8230; a collapse.<br \/>\n<P>It clearly came to teach something that could never had been learned before.<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s always on this that the adverse forces base themselves &#8211; always. All<br \/>\nthe adverse suggestions, all the adverse<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 110<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;forces, all the ill will, all the disbelief &#8211; it&#8217;s all based on this:<br \/>\n&quot;Yes, but HE left.&quot;<br \/>\n<P>And I know &#8211; I know in my deeper consciousness &#8211; that he left because he WILLED to leave. He left because he decided that it should be so, that it was the thing that had to be done.<br \/>\n<P>But WHY?&#8230;<br \/>\n<P>Well, then, I cannot give you anything more than this. It&#8217;s a very difficult period &#8211; very difficult. We are still in the middle of a transition.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>You must, you must hold on tight to the earth&#8230;. Did you get from Sujata the little packet [of rose petals from Mother]? She very much wanted you to keep it always on you &#8211; she is right. She is right. Because I know, I know what the atmosphere is over there. You must wrap yourself in a shell.<br \/>\n<P>Voil\u00e0, mon petit&#8230;.<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 111<\/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>April 8, 1964 (This was to be the last conversation before Satprem&#8217;s departure for France, from where he would return in July.) 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