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?
(Regarding Mother's "Agenda." Satprem is sorting out a huge stack of files.)
... Now that bits are coming out in the Bulletin, many people are beginning to be very, very interested and want to know. They ask me, "But are you saying everything?" I answer, "Everything, that's impossible. But I am saying more." Then, "Can't we know?"—No one would understand a thing.
When it's completely over, we'll see.
I am telling you this so you know this work isn't wholly in vain.
Oh, but I'm sure it's not in vain, I am convinced of it! I don't need to be reassured.
It will be a monument! It's better to leave it as a monument, not to publish it in bits: massively, a thick volume like this, and then ... (laughing) crush people beneath it! Then they won't ask anything anymore.
Do you want me to start preparing an edition (!)
No, no! When I have caught hold of the end, we'll publish it—I haven't caught hold of the end yet, far from it. Far from it.
All these lessons I am given1 are like a boost to tell me, "There, you must be ready for any eventuality." All right.
It's not in vain.
Oh, surely not! These old Agenda conversations that I read again, once they have been typed they are full of light!
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I don't know.
Oh, but I know!
When she [Sujata] has finished typing, we'll see.
We fell behind a lot during my illness, when I was in that hospital.
And it was also a long period from which nothing is left. It's going to leave a gap. There was nothing: I didn't talk, didn't speak to anyone. It has left a gap.
Soon afterwards
I'd really like to know what it is I'm up to at night. It's never been so totally unconscious, without ever seeing you—there's nothing, complete unconsciousness.
With me too, these last few nights ... And it has been deliberate: the last few nights (for a week, maybe), how can I explain?... There are no more "excursions," I no longer go about.
Last night, for instance (I return to the outward consciousness two or three times in the night), I noticed V. had gone out.2 Naturally I saw the consequences and I was considering how I could manage. Well, I noticed (she went out around two; every day I get up at 4:30), I noticed that during those two and a half hours I didn't sleep ("didn't sleep," I mean I didn't exteriorize). And I wasn't "thinking" (thank God!), there was simply a kind of consciousness watching. And time went by with such fantastic speed that I was myself flabbergasted. I thought it was going to be a long wait before it was time to get up, at four-thirty, but it was absolutely timeless, absolutely timeless. Yet I remained in my body.
And then, this incident made me realize that I seem to be learning a way of resting without going out of the body. Because there, I was sure I was "awake," as it's called: there was nothing resembling sleep, and I wasn't thinking. There was only the consciousness watching, like that. But interiorized. And a will to get up at four-thirty. I looked at the time once in between (there was a clock near my bed,
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I looked at it), it was 3:15. I was surprised, I thought, "How come? It was 2:30 a minute ago." Then I made a slight concentration to be sure of being quite awake at 4:30. And at exactly 4:30: "How come? I've just seen it was 3:15!" It was astounding, because I didn't leave my body, I know I didn't sleep, and the consciousness was perfectly still, motionless, so to say; a consciousness concentrated like that (but a consciousness with "foresight," which sees what has to be done), simply like that, without thought.
It was so to say instantaneous.
It happens to me now and then during the day. I go into a certain state (it only lasts for a minute or two), a strange state: you are fully awake and fully conscious, and at the same time totally unaware of time and things around you ... not exactly of things around you, but not conscious of them in the same way—I don't know how to explain.
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