{"id":6743,"date":"2013-07-13T02:09:24","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:09:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=6743"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:09:24","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:09:24","slug":"037-april-14-1971-vol-12-volume-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/12-volume-12\/037-april-14-1971-vol-12-volume-12","title":{"rendered":"-037_April 14_1971.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><P><br \/>\n<H3>April 14, 1971<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(In reference to Mother&#8217;s latest letter to Satprem.)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Mon petit, if I have caused you pain, I am very sorry <i>(Mother takes Satprem&#8217;s hands).<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Oh, listen, Mother!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>You see, I spoke to you the way I speak to myself [in Mother&#8217;s letter to Satprem], as frankly as possible. But I really didn&#8217;t think that would cause you pain. I saw in you that you knew things&#8230;. Tell me what&#8217;s bothering you.<\/p>\n<p><i>No, Mother, now it&#8217;s really all gone. It&#8217;s over. There were one<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;or<br \/>\n  two &#8230; rather difficult days, but now it&#8217;s over.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother holds Satprem&#8217;s hands tightly)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>In the end, what I regretted is that all this takes up so much of<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;your<br \/>\n  time, and that we make so much fuss about it, that&#8217;s<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;all&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, that doesn&#8217;t matter.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 90<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>&#8230; While there are far more important things. [[Pakistani troops launched a general attack on Bangladesh before the monsoon; they succeeded in sealing off almost entirely the border with India, cutting off all possibility of help from India. Meanwhile the Chinese have massed their troops near the northeastern borders. ]]<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Oh, mon petit, the situation is &#8230; terribly dangerous.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>There&#8217;s only&#8230;. It&#8217;s only by clinging desperately to the Divine &#8212; but to the purest and most powerful Divine &#8212; that we can avoid a &#8230; general conflagration. It&#8217;s terrible.<br \/>\n<P>There&#8217;s an impression that not a single minute should be lost, that we should constantly, constantly cling to the Divine to compel his descent here. Otherwise &#8230; otherwise it&#8217;s terrible.<br \/>\n<P>So I need &#8230; I need all those who love me to understand me.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, Mother, yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, I too have gone through (I don&#8217;t dare use the past tense) a <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>period in which there was a sort of complete disintegration.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes. Me too.<\/p>\n<p><i>An assault.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>I know, I know.<\/p>\n<p><i>Something that wants to get me very&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>I know, I was with you day and night, you can&#8217;t imagine how concretely.<\/p>\n<p><i>You know everything I went through?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, I know&#8230;. I know&#8230;. Forget it, won&#8217;t you? That&#8217;s the best thing to do. It is a part of the being that must disappear &#8212; it&#8217;s not you.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 91<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><i>I know it&#8217;s not me, Mother. But it tried very hard to strike me.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, yes &#8230; I know. I am telling you, day and night, all the time, it was coming like that all the time&#8230;. But if one could &#8212; no &#8230; not &#8220;if&#8221;: one MUST, one must change that into a great victory, petit. Let everything still clinging to the lower part go &#8212; finished, let it be swept away for good.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, Mother, I would like that. With your help, yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>It&#8217;s as if &#8230; as if you went up, as if you threw away an old coat and rose straight up into the Light &#8212; I&#8217;ve seen it&#8230;. I have seen it.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence, <br \/>Mother is still clasping<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;Satprem&#8217;s hands)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>That quotation we put in the &#8220;Bulletin&#8221; is so much to the point![[&#8220;The end of a stage of evolution is usually marked by a powerful recrudescence of all that has to go out of the evolution.&#8221; ]]<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes. Yes, it&#8217;s fighting and kicking. Everything that has to go is fighting back.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, fighting ferociously.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>But the situation of the country is dangerous, very dangerous.<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>China&#8230;. A long time ago (a long time, more than a year), I saw China&#8217;s intention. Now she&#8217;s got her chance. [[China announced that, if India interfered in the &#8220;internal affairs&#8221; of Pakistan, she would attack. ]] And China, that means all India, brff! <i>(gesture of being overrun). <\/i>No, I tell you, only the Divine can save the situation. There has to be a divine intervention, that alone can save things &#8212; something extraordinary, abnormal, unexpected. Otherwise &#8230; otherwise&#8230;.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(long silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 92<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>Really &#8230; really it can be expressed this way: only the Divine Will can save us &#8212; all circumstances are &#8230; <i>(Mother interlaces her fingers). <\/i>And so, we have to &#8230; you know, we have to get rid of everything that still holds us down in order to be really ready to receive that Divine Will.<\/p>\n<p><i>I understand very well, Mother, deeply. But I believe only in<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;the<br \/>\n  Grace, you know &#8212; because our own strength is&#8230;.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Yes, I know, mon petit.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(drawn-out silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Oh, you know, the body, the whole body really wants, it wants the transformation, and it is&#8230;. There is such a world of insincerity there, it&#8217;s frightening &#8212; in the cells, in the &#8230; oh!&#8230; And so there is such an urgency, an urgency &#8212; the urgency FOR that &#8230; frightening&#8230;. Day and night there&#8217;s the will, the will to become &#8230; to become divine.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>These last few days, ALL the old notions have collapsed, all the old reactions have collapsed, it was&#8230;. And then, and then what? What? &#8230; That&#8217;s it, you see, nothing is left, nothing, nothing &#8230; only <i>(Mother clenches her fists), <\/i>only a will &#8212; a will, an aspiration, a compelling need: oh, the reign of the Divine must come, it must!<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>To have the sense of one&#8217;s inferiority and incapacity, and in that aspiration let the Divine alone exist.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>And you, mon petit, it&#8217;s your destiny. It is your destiny: to become conscious and manifest the Divine &#8212; it is your destiny. You must&#8230;. Me, I am in a hurry because I see circumstances becoming more and more &#8230; acute &#8212; dangerous. Only a miracle can save us &#8212; that is to say, what we consider a miracle: an intervention &#8230; an intervention of the Divine Will in its purity, undistorted, uncontroverted, unobstructed &#8212; just That.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 93<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><P>We have to be at our highest &#8212; and it is still far from being what it should be.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother goes within.<br \/>Long contemplation, <br \/>like a common prayer for the pain of the earth)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Oh, mon petit!&#8230;<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother goes back within)<\/i><P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 94<\/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 14, 1971 (In reference to Mother&#8217;s latest letter to Satprem.) 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