The 'yoga of the cell' leads to 'true matter' and eventually the victory over death. A collective transformation sufficient to create a new species on earth is needed.
This year, all the features of the yoga of the cells become clear: "A growing conviction that a perfection achieved in matter is a far more perfect perfection than any other. The consciousness expressed in transformed cells is a marvel: it legitimises all these ages of misery. Oh, what a fuss all those gods make." This year marks the discovery of "true matter".... without fuss: "In that cellular limpidity, there are no more problems: the solution precedes the problem. That is, things arrange themselves automatically." It's another mode of life on earth - "such a natural way of being" - in a body freed from its mental shackles and the laws of false matter: "The extraordinary impression of the unreality of suffering the unreality of illness.... It does not cure illness: it annuls it - it makes it unreal.... And then you see: as the functioning gradually grows perfect, it necessarily, inevitably means victory over death." And meanwhile, Surveyor is digging the ground of the moon with its mechanical arms, while our own secrets remain buried in a little cell: "We can travel anywhere, we know what's going on anywhere.... and we don't know what's going on inside ourselves." War is raging in Biafra, the Israeli troops are marching toward Suez, American planes are bombing Haiphong, China explodes its first thermonuclear bomb.... and so on. "A tremendous conflict over earth." At stake is a new earth, or a return to the old fiasco: "A local and momentary manifestation is not ruled out, but what is needed is a collective transformation sufficient to create a new species on earth.... This fact is certain." Will we understand where the real way out is, and the Marvel concealed in a human body?
What did you feel at the darshan yesterday—not the "darshan," at the meditation?... Anything special?
No, Sweet Mother. It was fine, but I don't know.
Ah ... (in a disappointed tone). You were at home?
No, in Sri Aurobindo's room.
Oh....
Do you know, I sat down, when it was nearly time, maybe half a minute before, and instantly, without warning like that, like a staggering blow: such a powerful descent (I was completely immobilised) of something.... At the same time, it was as if Sri Aurobindo was telling me (because the definition came along with the "thing"—it was a vision which wasn't a vision, which was absolutely concrete), and the word was: golden peace. But so strong! And it didn't budge at all. For the entire half-hour it didn't budge. Never before... It's something new, I had never felt that before. I can't say.... It was perceived, but not like an objective vision. And other people spontaneously told me that as soon as they sat down for the meditation (gesture of a massive descent), something came with a tremendous power and immobilised everything, with a sense of peace as they had never felt before in their life.
Golden peace...
And indeed it gave a sense of the golden supramental light, but it was ... such a peace! A solid peace, you know, not the negation of disorder and activity, no: solid, a solid peace. I didn't want to stop: they sounded the gong, but I stayed on for two or three minutes. When I did stop, it withdrew. And it made such a difference for the body—the body itself—such a difference that when the experience went away I felt a great uneasiness and it took me half a minute to find my balance again.
It came and then withdrew. It came for the meditation, then withdrew. For more than half an hour: thirty-five minutes.
Golden peace.
And in the evening (at the balcony), there was a crowd (I think it was the largest crowd we've ever had, it filled all the streets; the streets were full of people as far as the eye could see), so I came out. And when I came out, there arose from that whole crowd a sort
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of ... something in between an entreaty, a prayer and a protest, for the world's condition, and particularly the country's. And it rose up in waves.... I looked at it (it was extremely insistent), then said to myself, "Today isn't my day, it's Sri Aurobindo's day," and I did like this (gesture of withdrawal) and put Sri Aurobindo in front. Then, when he came to the fore, while bringing himself to the fore, he simply said, very simply, "The Lord knows better what He is doing." (Mother laughs) I immediately started smiling (I didn't laugh, but started smiling), and there came the same peace as in the morning.
That's all.
The Lord knows better what He is doing ... with his most perfect sense of humour. And everything calmed down right away.
I felt like laughing, but I smiled.
You were at your doorway?
No, I was inside and looking through the window, because the street was full of people.... But Sweet Mother, how is it that I always perceive the same thing? There are differences of intensity, but it's ALWAYS the same thing. I am not complaining because it's admirably peaceful, powerful, tranquil, but it's always the "same thing"; I can't say that one meditation is very different from the other: whether I am with you or whether I am at the darshan, it's the same state.
But the minute (really the minute—it wasn't even a state in time, it really was the minute), the minute I made contact with what I call the Supreme, that is, the part that looks after the earth, throughout the years it has always been i-den-ti-cal-ly the same thing.
What is different is below. That is the summit. And the summit ... that's why I use the word "Supreme," because there's nothing other than "That," which is supreme Peace, supreme Light, a sort of supreme tranquil Bliss, a sense of supreme Power and a Consciousness ... an all-containing Consciousness, like that (immense gesture) ... and then it's over. It's still. Still—not "motionless," but far beyond movement, far beyond. And identical, with the sense that "it's like that forever." And it contains everything, but ... (immutable gesture, the palms of the hand drawn back).
As soon as you make contact with that, everything is fine.
Change, movement, newness is when you are on the way—on the way you keep having experiences, one after another after another; or when you are on the road to transformation, there is one thing, then another, then yet another. But when you make contact THERE,
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it's over (same immutable gesture). Every time you make contact there, it's like that. And it contains everything, but ... you are not concerned with that.1
And naturally, it's supreme rest, supreme power, supreme knowledge, supreme consciousness ... and something more.
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