The 'psychological preparation' of Satprem for his role as The Mother's confidant, as She narrated her experiences of the 'yoga of the cells' from 1951-1973.
This first volume is mostly what could be called the "psychological preparation" of Satprem. Mother's confidant had to be prepared, not only to understand the evolutionary meaning of Mother's discoveries, to follow the tenuous thread of man's great future unravelled through so many apparently disconcerting experiences - which certainly required a steady personal determination for more than 19 years! - but also, in a way, he had to share the battle against the many established forces that account for the present human mode of being and bear the onslaught of the New Force. Satprem - "True Love" - as Mother called him, was a reluctant disciple. Formed in the French Cartesian mold, a freedom fighter against the Nazis and in love with his freedom, he was always ready to run away, and always coming back, drawn by a love greater than his love for freedom. Slowly she conquered him, slowly he came to understand the poignant drama of this lone and indomitable woman, struggling in the midst of an all-too-human humanity in her attempt to open man's golden future. Week after week, privately, she confided to him her intimate experiences, the progress of her endeavour, the obstacles, the setbacks, as well as anecdotes of her life, her hopes, her conquests and laughter: she was able to be herself with him. He loved her and she trusted him. It is that simple.
One of the things that most gives me the feeling of the miraculous is when these obscure throngs1—really tamasic2 beings, in fact, with children crying, people coughing—when all that is gathered there, and then suddenly ... silence.
Each time that happens, I have truly the feeling of a miracle! I immediately say, 'Oh, Lord! Your Grace is infinite!'
Something quite curious took place during a recent meditation. I no longer recall when exactly, but it was at a time when there were many visitors, for the courtyard was full. After perhaps no more than a few minutes, I suddenly heard a distinct voice, coming from my right, say 'OM,' like that. And then a second time, 'OM.' What an impact it had upon me! I felt an emotion here (gesture towards the heart) as I have not felt for years and years and years. And all, all, all was filled with light, with force—it was absolutely marvelous. It was an invocation, and during the whole meditation the Presence was resplendent.
I said to myself, 'Who could have done that?' I was not sure if only I had heard it, so I asked. The reply was, 'But it was the ship leaving!' There was actually a ship which had left during the night3—that is in support of those who said it was a ship. But for me, it was SOMEONE because I felt someone there and I thought, Oh! If someone, in the ardor of his soul, said that in this ... what I could call an atheistic silence. Because people here are so afraid of following tradition, of being the slaves of the old things, that they cast out anything closely or remotely resembling religion.
It was very strange, because my first reaction was one of bewilderment: how is it that someone ... I was really bewildered for a fraction, not even the fraction of a second. And then ...
In any event, if it wasn't a man, if it was a ship, then the ship
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said it! Because it was THAT—it was that, it was nothing other than an invocation. And the result was fantastic!
People immediately thought, 'Oh, it's the ship!' Well, even if it was a ship, it was the ship that said OM!
And then I wondered, 'If we were to repeat the mantra we heard the other day4 (Om Namo Bhagavateh...) during the half-hour meditation, what would happen?'
What would happen?
And these things act upon my body. It is strange, but it coagulates something: all the cellular life becomes one solid, compact mass, in a tremendous concentration—with a single vibration. Instead of all the usual vibrations of the body, there is now only one single vibration. It becomes as hard as a diamond, a single massive concentration, as if all the cells of the body had...
I became stiff from it. When the forest scene5 was over, I was so stiff that I was like that (gesture): one single mass.
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