(Mother sits looking long at Satprem,<\/i>
her
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Ooh!…
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When you were sitting here [in front of Mother] and I looked at you, you took your body and opened it like this (gesture as if Satprem were ripping his body in half from the stomach down), <\/i>all, all the way.
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Were you in pain?<\/p>\n
No, Mother, I wasn’t in pain, but I’m fighting a lot with my nature.<\/i><\/p>\n
(Mother laughs) <\/i>You opened it up wide, like this.
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(silence)<\/i>
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But it’s funny, it was as if … here [lower abdomen] there were a black spot like this (gesture), <\/i>something like a black spot. It was as if you wanted to show me that black spot…. Now, the spot has gradually faded away. It’s gone.
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(silence
Mother looks again)<\/i>
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It’s quite fine now.
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(silence)<\/i>
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Page 204<\/font><\/p>\n Do you know, there’s an interesting phenomenon. The American ambassador to India [Kenneth Keating] is for Bangladesh, while the president of the American republic [Nixon] is for Pakistan!! (Mother laughs) <\/i>So, now, they say, there are two Americas! A Pakistan America and a Bangladesh America!… The American ambassador is in total agreement with what you wrote.<\/p>\n Did he receive the article?<\/i><\/p>\n Yes, I suppose. I think so, I think it was sent to him. In any case, he’s in total agreement. He says, “I am here on the scene, I can see what’s going on, I know how things really are.” And he is absolutely against Pakistan. But the others….<\/p>\n You know, I found an aphorism by Sri Aurobindo yesterday<\/i><\/p>\n for the next Bulletin, and while reading it, I thought: but it’s <\/i>\n <\/p>\n exactly right for Bangladesh! — in fact it’s rather for Indira <\/i><\/p>\n Gandhi.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Ah!<\/p>\n He says:<\/i> when God bids him,<\/p>\n works in the world<\/p>\n an incalculable havoc."[[Aphorism 228. ]]<\/p>\n<\/p>\n That’s interesting. We must publish that! (general laughter)<\/i> (Mother plunges within, I want to give this for August 15:<\/p>\n “A veil behind the heart, a lid over the mind divide us from the Divine. Love and devotion rend the veil, in the quietude of the mind the lid thins and vanishes.”<\/p>\n September 9, 1936 Page 205<\/font><\/p>\n There’s a terrible mess up there [in Delhi]. (Mother plunges again)<\/i> Page 206<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" July 28, 1971 (Mother sits looking long at Satprem, her eyes open, then she smiles.) Ooh!… When you were sitting here [in front of Mother] and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[149],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-12-volume-12","wpcat-149-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6752","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=6752"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6752\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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then surfaces and hands Satprem a piece of paper)<\/i>
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Sri Aurobindo
On Himself, <\/i>XXVI.215
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