Vertical time' - a sort of absoluteness in each second. As if Mother were experiencing her body at the level of subatomic physics. A new mode of life in matter.
The course of 1961, the year of the first American voyage in space, arrives at the heart of the great mystery– "It is double! It is the same world and yet it is.... what?" In one world, everything is harmonious, without the least possibility of illness, accident or death – "a miraculous harmony" – and in the other, everything goes wrong. Yet it is the same world of matter - separated by what? "More and more, I feel it’s a question of the vibration in matter." And then, what is this "vertical time" which suddenly opens up another way of living and being in the matter, in which causality ceases to exist – "A sort of absoluteness in each second"? A new world each second, ageless, leaving no trace or imprint. And this "massive immobility" in a lightning-fast movement, this "twinkling of vibrations," as if Mother were no longer experiencing her body at the macroscopic level, but at the level of subatomic physics. And sixty years of "spiritual life" crumble like a "far more serious illusion" before.... a new Divine... or a new mode of life in matter? The next mode? "I am in the midst of hewing a path through a virgin forest." Volume II records the opening up of this path.
After working:
And you? What's new?
I don't know very well where I stand.
Oh, it's best not to know!
Personally I have stopped—I have stopped trying to know. With the stubbornness of a child, I keep repeating to the Lord, 'It's time You change all this!'
There are moments, you know, when you want to weep—which is idiotic! So you surrender it all to the Lord: 'I leave this work to You—do what You will, as You will, when You will.'
And I try to be as tranquil as I can (Mother makes a gesture of mental immobility), but when you do so, you become aware of... oh, it's like a swarm of flies coming—from here, from there, from above, from below, oh... coming and coming and coming!
It's probably worse for me than for others because of all these people around me, clinging like leeches. But even for an ordinary being it is... a swarm; it keeps on coming and coming—you would need to spend all your time fanning it away!
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