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?
(Mother had asked Satprem to listen to a recording of European music for her.)
That screaming soprano was quite simply abominable. Even Schubert's music, even Haydn's trio seemed to me artificial.
I can no longer listen to music.
Now and then, two or three notes are very good, but the rest is mental construction. I can no longer listen to music.
Except for Sunil's music—that's all right. Still, there are "stopgaps," but not too many, not a lot.
Yesterday, I received twenty-six letters in one day! Today, there's already a pile of them! So how can they imagine I'll find the time to answer?... I reply to four, five, six letters a day, I think that's already good! (Mother laughs)
Later
That's how it is. All of a sudden, for two or three seconds, you seem to be holding the key. And all that we conventionally call "miracles" look like the simplest things in the world: "But it's quite simple, all you have to do is this!" And then ... it goes away. And once it's gone, you search, you try—absolutely useless.
But when it's there, it's so simple, so natural! And absolutely all-powerful.
(silence)
A world of things that one could say. But saying them spoils them.
One thing that seems to be trying to come is the power to heal. But not at all as it's described, it's not that at all—it doesn't give the impression of "healing," you understand. It's ... (Mother searches for words) putting things in order. But that's not it either.... It's a little something that disappears, and that little something is ... essentially it's the Falsehood.
It's very strange.
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Basically, it's what gives the ordinary human consciousness the sense of reality. That's what must disappear. What we call "concrete," a "concrete reality" ... yes, what truly gives you the sense of real existence—that's what must disappear and be replaced by ... It's inexpressible.
Now I can follow.
I remember, when I came back after having BEEN those bursts—those pulsations, those bursts of creative Love,1 when I returned to the ordinary consciousness (while retaining the very real memory of That, of that state), well, that state, which I felt as pulsations of creative Love, is what must, is That which must replace here this consciousness of concrete reality—which is, which becomes unreal: it's like something lifeless—hard, dry, inert, lifeless. And to our ordinary consciousness (I remember how it was in the past), that's what gives you the impression, "This is concrete, this is real." Well, "this," this sensation, is what must be replaced by the phenomenon of consciousness of that Pulsation. And That (Mother makes an intense gesture encompassing her entire face) is at the same time all-light, all-power, all-intensity of love, and such FULLNESS! It's so full that ... nothing else can exist but That, there too (in Matter). And when That is there, in the body, in the cells, it suffices to focus That on someone or something, and order is instantly restored.
So, expressed in ordinary words, it "cures." It cures the illness. But it doesn't "cure" it: it annuls it.... Yes, it annuls it.
It unrealizes it.
Absolutely. I have concrete proof of it.
Any illness, any illness whatsoever.
And the condition of all the cells (the vibrations that make up this body) is undeniably what makes the thing (the cure) possible or not; that is, depending on the body's condition, it serves either as a transmitter, or on the contrary as an obstruction. Because it's not a "higher force" acting in others THROUGH Matter: it's a direct action (horizontal gesture, on the same level) from matter to matter.
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What people generally call "healing power" is a very great mental or vital power that imposes itself through the resistance of Matter—but this isn't that at all! It's the contagion of a vibration. And then it's irrevocable.
But it's gone in a flash. It's only a promise or an example of what will be: it WILL be like that, obviously. Obviously. When?... That's another question.
Right here, this Vibration is felt as ... (Mother gestures as if everything were swelling). You understand, it [the body's ordinary condition] is tied, it's tied and bound, you might say hardened, I don't know; and at such times, it seems to swell, to expand.
Only, it's momentary.
(At the end of the conversation, Mother shows Satprem a note she wrote that same morning:)
"Instead of excluding each other, religions should complement each other."
Sri Aurobindo said that to me; it's so simple, so simple!
I was looking at all those religions, seeing them as facets, innumerable facets that harden and brace themselves against each other, and he seemed to be saying, "Well, put it all together and it will be so simple!"
Just one sentence, not one word more.
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