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?
Yesterday evening, Pavitra asked me for a message for the opening of the School today. I wasn't in too good a mood(!) and sent him away. This morning, at five, a message came to me, and I wrote it down. I had barely finished writing it down when three others came! So I wrote the four of them, and at seven o'clock sent them to K., saying that each teacher or class should choose (they are all on the same subject and with the same idea, but shown from different angles).
And at eight, everyone already knew! Things spread very fast.... N. told me, "But the messages are for different classes and they haven't
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been selected!" I said, "No! It's not for me to select, but for the teacher in every class." And I added, "That's much more fun for me!" And with that I sent him away!
It's true: the same idea (it's not an "idea"), the same aspiration, the same need, depending on the state you are in and according to your state of consciousness (or, for ordinary people, their "turn of mind"), you approach from one side or the other.
I don't at all remember what I wrote.... As usual it's a call to the Truth.1
(silence)
There is something apparently paradoxical, but it's very interesting. It's this (Mother takes a piece of paper and writes):
"The best way to prepare oneself to receive Divine Love is to adhere integrally to the Truth."
(Mother then writes a second note:)
"Adhere totally to the Truth and you will be ready to receive Divine Love."
When you say that to good intelligent folks, their heads spin!... (Mother laughs) I must say that making their heads spin amuses me very much!
But the best part is that it's true! It's true, it is like that. Every time that there is (it's more than an aspiration, much more than a will, in English they call it an urge) a thirst to let Divine Love express itself completely, totally, everywhere, the base, the favourable ground is the Truth.
Sri Aurobindo said it, of course. He said it, he wrote it in black and white (I forget the exact words): "The pure divine love can manifest safely only in a ... in a ground" (it's not ground ...) "of Truth." I don't remember now. If we wanted to put it poetically, we'd say, "in a land of Truth."
So before we can proclaim, "Love, manifest yourself, win the Victory," the ground of Truth must be ready.
That's what I put to them all at the School: aspire, aspire to the
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Truth. I don't at all remember what I wrote ... (Mother tries to remember). One is, "May the Truth be our master and our guide," then there were two others, and then, "O Truth ..." I don't remember.
That's quite a remarkable phenomenon: a second before, it's absolutely blank, empty, there isn't one word, one thought, one idea, nothing, just like that: not a thought. I am asked for a message, and I reply, "I have nothing to say." It comes like that, imperatively; if I can (that is, if Mother is free), I write it down and it's over; if I can't (that is, if Mother is busy with people), it comes back obstinately until it's written. Once it's written, gone! Nothing remains. Another way to present it comes, another form: that also, gone!...
This (gesture to the forehead), you know, is like an empty box (very pleasant, it's very pleasant), an empty, peaceful box, like that: not closed, not compact, it's open, but it's a box—an empty box. Inside it's all white, nothing moving. And then, I don't even make an effort to bring something down, nothing: "It's not my business." If I am asked, I answer, "Nothing, I have nothing to say." Or else, something goes like this immediately (gesture on the alert, wide awake), stands up and remains attentive, and after one minute, two minutes, ten minutes (I don't know), suddenly, plop! down it drops. Then I write it. And as it falls, it gathers words and makes its sentence. Sometimes it's in French, sometimes in English—it depends mostly on the person it's intended for, but it also depends on the subject. So then, if (that's why I keep pieces of paper and pencils everywhere), if I have my piece of paper and pencil, I write it down and it's over; if I don't write it, if I say, "Oh well, I'll note it down a little later," then it keeps coming and coming and coming back every second ... until it's written down. And once it's written, gone!
But there is (what did Sri Aurobindo call it?2) something we might call a "critic" (there is constantly a critic there), that says, "Are you sure you put the right word? Wouldn't this be a better way to put it? Is it exactly the way it should be?" And also, "Are you sure there aren't any spelling mistakes, have you written it properly?" Like that. What a nuisance! So sometimes I say to it, "Leave me in peace!" (not even as politely as that). Sometimes I give the piece of paper, then take it back and say, "Let me see"—until it's satisfied. Sometimes a word isn't quite correctly written, then it says, "Ah! See, see, you've made a mistake there." Sometimes there are spelling mistakes: "See, see, you've made a mistake!"
Now I don't even remember what I wrote for the School. I know that one message was in the form of a wish (two or three were like
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that), and one was in the form of a prayer, that is, directly addressed to the Truth: O Truth ...
But it's very pleasant to have this empty, oh, very restful.
And when, from outside, people fill it with letters, news, requests (it all piles up, you know), then I have only one means, the simplest means, which is to do this (gesture of offering): "Here ..." (what Sri Aurobindo calls surrender), "Here, it's not my business, not my concern." Then it's over.
(Mother goes into a long contemplation lasting over half an hour, then still in a slightly "faraway" state, she starts speaking in English:)
I saw a strange beast who came from there like that (Mother shows her left side), made a round around you and went away. It was a horse with a lion's head. Beautiful beast! It was a lion, the head like that, the front form was a lion and behind it was a horse. And it was the symbol of ... a symbolical animal of something. At the moment I understood perfectly well, I said Aah! and ... Very dignified. Came from there (same gesture to the left), like that, made a round around you and went away. It was for you. Lion is power, and horse ...3
And like that, it seems silly, but he was very beautiful, and of a beautiful colour. And very dignified.
Oh! ... (Mother notices she was speaking in English) It was Sri Aurobindo who said all that to you. It's funny, isn't it, it comes like that.
It was something that came to announce something to you. It was a being, but a being ... There must be beings like that one. It was all in light, and it was something ... to announce something to you.
But so real!
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