Mother discovers the 'mind of the cells', a new cellular memory, not of death or the 'real' world, and a marvel of physical freedom hidden within our cells.
"A whole world is opening up." It is the year when Mother reaches "the mind of the cells", buried under the old genetic coding that seems to want to keep men forever harnessed to death: "There, there is such a concentration of power.... as if you had caught the tail of the solution." Another power of consciousness in matter capable of undoing the old program: "A kind of memory being elaborated from below" - a new cellular memory which is no longer the memory of decay, illness, death, gravity and all our "real" world? At the same time, at that cellular level, freed from the old laws, Mother discovers "two worlds one inside the other: a world of truth and a world of falsehood, and that world of Truth is PHYSICAL; it is not up above: it's MATERIAL. And that's what must come to the forefront and replace the other: the true physical." Mother called that replacement the "transfer of power". Is it really conceivable that a marvel of physical freedom lies concealed within our cells, while we strive and toil outside with illusory panaceas: "If even a tiny aggregate of cells were to succeed in experiencing the total transformation, all the way, that would be more effective than any big upheaval. But it's more difficult.... You must overcome death! Death must cease to exist, it's very clear." Is the entire earth not in the process of living through this "transfer of power", just as one day it passed from the reign of the animal to the reign of the mind? "Everything is escaping, there's nothing left to lean on, it is the passage to the new movement.... and for the old, that always means a dangerous disruption of equilibrium."
Regarding a letter Mother wrote to a disciple:
...There are all kinds! Complications, lots of complications; there are all kinds of ill will, at least of people who go round in circles instead of going forward. And stupid inventions. The other night... Because the head is always still, like this (gesture to the forehead, palms open to the Light from above); I give thanks to the Lord for that, and it's always like that; so I don't decide what's to be done, I don't decide what's to be answered—nothing: when it comes, it comes. And some people had played a really nasty trick ([laughing] I couldn't care less!) and I wasn't budging. And as it happens, in the middle of the night, a force comes, takes hold of me and tells me, "Here's the answer, here is what you must say." I say, "Very well" (I was lying in bed, of course) and I don't budge. (Mother puts on a more imperative tone:) "Here is what you must say."—"Oh, very well!" And I still don't budge. (In a still more imperious tone:) "Here is what you must say." (Mother laughs)
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So I got up, went over there, and in the dark I wrote what I had to say!
And then it was over.
(Mother then takes up the translation of "Savitri": The Debate of Love and Death.)
(Mother reads the text) Aha! What a joker!
...Then will I give thee all thy soul desires
He's a joker.
All the brief joys earth keeps for mortal hearts
But I don't want them!—He is a real joker.
And what happens to him?
...My will once wrought remains unchanged through Time
Oho, that's what you think!
And Satyavan can never again be thine. X.III.636
And Satyavan can never again be thine.
X.III.636
Not true, old chap!
(Mother translates)
Alors je te donnerai tout ce que ton âme désire... [Then will I give thee all thy soul desires]
The soul doesn't desire anything! It's easy to say, "I will give thee all thy soul desires," the soul desires nothing. So he doesn't commit himself to much!
He's a joker—he made him quite a joker.
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