Mother, in her body, emerges into a 'third position' - resembling the quantum world - a 'third cellular position' in which you become incapable of dying because death no longer has any reality.
The course of the year 1962.... the year of the Kennedy-Khrushchev confrontation over Cuba and the first Sino-Indian conflict: "Could it be the first sign of something really.... momentous? It seems to have profoundly disrupted something central." The entire earth is disrupted. It is the year when Mother, in her body, emerges into a "third position", neither life nor death as we know them, but another side of the "web" where the laws of our physics no longer hold, and which strangely resembles the quantum world of Black Holes: time changes, space changes, death changes. Could this be the material place, in the body, where the laws of the world - which exist only in our heads - become inverted and where evolution opens out into an unthinkable body freedom, a third position, that of the next species on earth?.... "The body is beginning to obey another law. The sense of time disappears into a moving immobility.... A mass of infinite force, like pure superelectricity..... An undulating movement of corporeal waves, as vast as the earth.... All the organs have changed, they belong to another rhythm. Such a formidable power, so free! It's something else.... something else! I don't know if I am living or dead.... The nature of my nights is changing, the nature of my days is changing.... The physical vibration is becoming porous.... No more axis - it's gone, vanished! It can go forward, backwards, anywhere at all.... Ubiquity, or something of the sort." And then this cry: "Death is an illusion, illness is an illusion! Life and death are one and the same thing. It's merely a shifting of consciousness. Why, it's fantastic!" And then this simple discovery in the flesh: "The closer you draw to the cell, the more the cell says, 'Ah, but I am immortal!' "A third cellular position in which you become incapable of dying because death no longer has any reality." Has Mother, at the age of 84, discovered another material reality? "There, behind, it's like a fairy tale....Something very beautiful is in preparation, ineffably beautiful - a lovely story that Sri Aurobindo was trying to bring onto earth, and it is sure to come!"
(At the beginning of this conversation Mother has Pavitra called in to discuss certain letters and controversies concerning a teacher at the Ashram School.)
You know how children get together and play court or school or army... you know how serious they can be, don't you?
(Pavitra:) Yes, Mother.
And if someone makes a mistake, how he's punished!... Well, that's exactly how you all seem to me—children at play! That's the trouble. So I just start laughing, I can't take you seriously. You are all too serious to be taken seriously! That's the trouble. I took your papers very seriously; I wanted to be done with it all and I tried.... But as soon as I began to read your letters, your reports, I immediately pictured children on a playground (Mother takes on a solemn tone): "Now we are going to play court... now we are going to play school...." That's what I saw. "It's like this and NOT like that and be sure you don't make any mistakes. This is serious business!"
(Pavitra:) But Mother, I had no intention of making any decision; but when S. sends one letter, two letters, and then asks for Mother's reply, I have no other option but to turn to you.
But Mother does NOT WANT to make a decision because... because the solution doesn't depend on any decision from me. I can tell you how it is (you didn't ask me, but it doesn't matter—I will tell you anyway): S.'s interests lie elsewhere; he is interested in something different and that's his own business—I know it, we all know it. He holds his class at the school as a kind of duty, to do something "for the Ashram"; he does it in all seriousness, using what he knows (he has knowledge), but rigidly—work is work, no fooling around. Besides, he has no real liking for the students or any interest in whether they comprehend or make progress or not. That's how it is. He browbeats them in class, and the students are bored.
(Pavitra:) Yes, Mother, it's true.
The problem isn't what he teaches, but how he teaches it—and what are you going to do about that?
(Pavitra:) I'm going to leave it as it is and simply tell him you said we should continue as before.
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No, I find his proposal reasonable, because if we say "the course is optional," no one will attend.
(Mother explains certain things)
If you tell him that, it should probably work out. So go and keep your faith (with an ironic smile): may God bless you!
Yes, Mother. (Pavitra leaves.)
(To Satprem:) It's a shame—I just can't take them seriously!
Here (Mother gives flowers): this one is magnificent.... And how are your pigeons [some white pigeons]?... I am interested in your pigeons now!
They're lovely.
Well, mon petit, X won't be coming until after April 14. Yes, he has changed his plans. He is ill, rather seriously it seems.
Yes, for a long time now.
And naturally it's getting worse—he does hours of puja. Far too many. It should be balanced by at least an hour of running!
Oh, let's get to work....
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