{"id":6716,"date":"2013-07-13T02:09:15","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:09:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6716"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:09:15","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:09:15","slug":"066-july-17-1971-vol-12-volume-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/12-volume-12\/066-july-17-1971-vol-12-volume-12","title":{"rendered":"-066_July 17_1971.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>July 17, 1971<\/H3><br \/>\n<P>Day before yesterday I was almost cured, I thought it was over, but then yesterday there was an avalanche of things &#8230; oh, bad will, quarrels and &#8230; it was so dreadful that the cold started up again. That&#8217;s why it won&#8217;t go away. I see that when things quiet down here and I can get back into my normal atmosphere, it&#8217;s as if everything vanished &#8212; I don&#8217;t have a cold anymore, I am not in pain anymore. But back it comes from outside like a ferocious attack: people quarreling, squabbling, circumstances going awry, everything. And all that is thrown on me, so&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P>So it started up again last evening. It was over, you know: my nose and throat were clear, it was all gone. It really isn&#8217;t me, it comes from outside. It&#8217;s relentless. And naturally they all hold me responsible! I tell them one thing, they do another; I write them one thing, they twist it and make it into something else, and then afterwards, they say it&#8217;s my fault. That&#8217;s how it is. <i>(Mother starts to cough)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Thoroughly charming.<br \/>\n<P>In a way, it was like a demonstration &#8212; like a stage play, you know, showing how people behave with the Divine. It was really comical!<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 193<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>You may get angry and say, &#8220;How shameful!&#8221; &#8212; but it was comical. It was laughable: everything is the Divine&#8217;s fault! That&#8217;s how people are commonly: it&#8217;s the Divine who ill-uses them, the Divine who does not spare them, the Divine who arranges circumstances wrongly&#8230;. That&#8217;s how it is. They&#8217;re all like that.<br \/>\n<P>And it&#8217;s a kind of half-conscious malice: you do this, they just do that <i>(slight twist), <\/i>they twist it a little, and everything becomes distorted; you say one thing, they add a word or take one out and it&#8217;s all distorted. Even what is written they read in their own way. It&#8217;s stunning.<br \/>\n<P>And it&#8217;s on a large scale, you see, almost a world scale, at least a national one, in this country, but &#8230; it has repercussions in China, Russia, Europe, America. They&#8217;ve made &#8230; such a <i>mess, <\/i>you know, with this whole [Bangladesh] affair, it&#8217;s dreadful &#8212; dreadful. Now, they&#8217;ve found a solution: the Americans are trying to come to an agreement with the Chinese &#8212; that&#8217;s the last straw! &#8212; to help Pakistan massacre people.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, one has the impression that America is doing the politics<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;of<br \/>\n  the adverse forces. You&#8217;d say they&#8217;re working for the<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;adverse forces&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Do you know that the President of the United States [Nixon] is <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>going to China?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, can you beat that!<\/p>\n<p><i>And they&#8217;re not trying to make a rapprochement with the Rus<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i><br \/>\n  sians, far from it.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>No, of course not!<\/p>\n<p><i>In other words, they&#8217;re doing everything just the reverse.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence, <br \/>then Mother raises her arms <br \/>in a gesture of helplessness)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Did you bring something?<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 194<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>Yes, there&#8217;s your April message, which has to be translated into<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;French for the Bulletin:<\/i><br \/>\n<br \/>We are at one of these &quot;Hours of God,&quot; when the<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;old bases get shaken &#8230;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>That&#8217;s exactly it.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230; and there is a great confusion; but it is a <\/p>\n<p>wonderful opportunity for those who want to leap<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;forward, the possibility of progress is exceptional.<\/p>\n<p>Will you not be of those who take advantage of it?<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\">April 1, 1971<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">* * *<br \/>\n<P>Z wants to bring her children back here.[[A disciple who went to Europe with her children, then came back. ]]<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, she told me you had told her to stay.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh!&#8230; No, that&#8217;s just appalling!&#8230; She said to me, &#8220;Could my children come back here?&#8221; That&#8217;s typically her. (And there&#8217;s also something she is not saying.) And so naturally at once I told her yes. I said, &#8220;If you like, you can stay.&#8221; She said, &#8220;Oh, I really would like to stay.&#8221;<br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s like this <i>(gesture of twisting), <\/i>everyone is that way.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, everything is twisted.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(then the conversation moves on<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;to<br \/>\nthe disciple in the Vatican)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Z says that P.L. did not behave well at all, that he is caught up<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;in a world of money, power, women and &#8230; I don&#8217;t know what<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;&#8212; that he is completely under Monsignor R.&#8217;s thumb, you<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;know, the one who is handling millions.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, he was supposed to come here.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 195<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>Yes, that&#8217;s right. P.L. is managing his affairs, those vast<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;millions.<br \/>\n  In any event, Z reproaches him for being part of that<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;world and she&#8217;s broken with him.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>I must tell you that occultly I had seen that a lot of money could come here through P.L. So naturally I increased his rapport [with the Force]. And normally it should come.<br \/>\n<P>Deep down his attitude has remained what it was.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, Mother, that I&#8217;m sure of! Even if appearances are at present<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;like<br \/>\n  that, I&#8217;m convinced that in fact he is doing your work, or<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;he&#8217;s going to do it, or the ground is being prepared.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, that&#8217;s it. Exactly. I feel he can do an enormous work.<\/p>\n<p><i>I feel that too.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Only not openly.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s an onslaught of Falsehood. And you feel that only what is really true has the power to resist &#8212; a bit above the mind.<br \/>\n<P>But that [Z&#8217;s words] gives you an example of how things are &#8212; it&#8217;s really a sort of derailment. Did she really say, &#8220;Mother asked me&#8221;?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes: &#8220;Mother told me to stay.&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>She said &#8220;told&#8221; or&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><i>She said, &quot;Mother told me.&quot; Well, anyway the way it is said<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;means<br \/>\n  &#8230; &quot;Yes, Mother told me to stay,&quot; as if it were an order<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;or advice that you gave her.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes &#8230; that&#8217;s it.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Oh, if you knew the experiences&#8230;. Just this kind of things [Z&#8217;s words], everywhere, everywhere, all the time, from everyone-everything, everything is like this <i>(gesture of twisting)<\/i> oh!&#8230; And so my body, the body, said, &#8220;But I am like that too!&#8221; It saw its&#8230;. Oh, my God &#8230; <i>(Mother clasps her hands together) <\/i><br \/>\nI understood<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 196<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;that if for a single minute the Supreme Consciousness had the kind of<br \/>\nconsciousness men have, the world would be dissolved. Quite spontaneously, our<br \/>\nreaction, our spontaneous reaction to conflicts, to what seems bad to us, is:<br \/>\nlet&#8217;s dissolve the Falsehood. It&#8217;s a spontaneous reaction. Not transform &#8212;<br \/>\ndissolve. You see, there&#8217;s a gulf between the two.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>And it&#8217;s spontaneous, it&#8217;s the idea of doing away &#8212; doing away with the Falsehood. But if for a single second the Supreme Lord had that movement, there would be no more world!&#8230; And so I think the body has understood that. I think it understood, it was extraordinary&#8230;. What are we anyway! What are men! They think they&#8217;re, my God <i>(Mother makes a gesture of puffing herself up), <\/i>they think they&#8217;re &#8230; oh!&#8230; For the slightest will, or a slight comprehension, or when they make a slight effort for perfection, oh! <i>(same gesture) <\/i>they think they&#8217;re, they think they&#8217;re just extraordinary! <i>(Mother takes her head in her hands and laughs.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Somewhere Sri Aurobindo wrote that when you touched the Divine Consciousness, it suddenly gave you the sense of &#8230; how laughable the world is in its self-conceit &#8212; men&#8217;s self-conceit. But even (I&#8217;ve had contact with animals), even in animals it begins. Vanity, vanity, vanity, vanity&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><i>Indeed, there&#8217;s really nothing to brag about.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, no!<\/p>\n<p><i>That&#8217;s for sure.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, no! &#8212; no, it&#8217;s not so much that they brag, but they are SELFCONCEITED.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>You know, almost everywhere deception and attempts at deception are taken for goodwill. As for those who don&#8217;t seek to deceive anybody but only deceive themselves, they are already exceptional beings.<br \/>\n<P>These aren&#8217;t discoveries, they are things I used to see; but you see them<br \/>\nonly occasionally, by way of exception, in one instance or another, whereas<br \/>\nthere I had the vision of the whole world, of the<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 197<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;entire earth, of all human effort, of all peoples, all &#8230; we live in a<br \/>\ndeception. It&#8217;s frightful!<br \/>\n<P>And what&#8217;s more, we deceive ourselves more than we try to deceive others.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>In short, we see NOTHING as it is.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, yes&#8230;. Yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>At night I go walking on dirt roads which collapse.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh!<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, total collapse.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>The old conceptions.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s only one salvation: to cling to the Divine like this <i>(gesture with two fists).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Not clinging to what one thinks of the Divine, not even to what one feels of the Divine &#8230; to an aspiration &#8230; an aspiration as sincere as possible. And cling to that.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>I am going to tell you something, because it&#8217;s interesting. Sometime ago, before Z came back, I suddenly saw that Z&#8217;s relationship with P.L. was preventing him from doing what he had to do. And so I really aspired for her to cease having an influence on him. (I had forgotten that, it was sometime before she came back, a rather long time before.)<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, I remember, you even told me about it.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s curious.<br \/>\n<P>You know, something I would have told you already is that now the body &#8212; the consciousness of the body &#8212; knows in advance what&#8217;s going to happen, it knows in advance what people are going to say. It doesn&#8217;t know it &#8230; (how shall I put it?) exactly as it happens in<P align=\"center\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"2\">Page 198<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>&nbsp;reality, but rather the SPIRIT in which it&#8217;s done &#8230; constantly. It&#8217;s perfectly strange. I am here immobile, trying to belong only to the Divine, and things come &#8212; they come like this <i>(gesture as though on a screen in front of Mother), <\/i>they come like this, things, events, people talking&#8230;. At first I thought it was my material consciousness, which did not know how to keep quiet, but then I realized it was coming to me from outside and was taking shape materially. Which means that now, if I were to mentalize those things, I could foresee events, tell what is going to happen, what&#8217;s going to come&#8230;. The story about America and China, and all sorts of similar things came in that way. In ordinary men, the mind takes advantage of it to make prophecies &#8212; but fortunately there isn&#8217;t any mind here, it&#8217;s quiet, it&#8217;s absent. Only, when I am told things, when I am informed of things, nothing surprises this body anymore, it seems to know. 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