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?
I made a speech to P. and A. (I didn't make a speech, but they spoke to me about something and I started speaking), and Pavitra tried to note it down. He hasn't read it to me, I don't know what he wrote; you can read it to me if you like.
But wait.... On the morning of the 4th, when I got up (it was 4:30), suddenly it was as if I was sent... well, it was as if I were sent a ball of lightning like this (Mother strikes her head). Ah! I said, well! (Mother laughs) But it shook me! It was so strong that it shook me (I was sitting there). Then came the explanation of the "message" for 4.5.67. It came in English. He told me, "You must say this, you must say this, you must..." and it kept being repeated till I had noted it down.
You remember the message, don't you?1
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(Mother reads her note:)
"The Divinity mentioned by Sri Aurobindo ...
It was Sri Aurobindo speaking to me, but he said it like that!
"The Divinity mentioned by Sri Aurobindo is NOT A PERSON...
He insisted a lot on this.
"... is not a person, but a condition to be shared and lived by all those who prepare themselves for it."
So I was walking (I always walk a half-hour in the morning, repeating the mantra), and he went on and on and on repeating it, this way, that way, until this form was arrived at. Then, when I had noted it on paper, it was over.
Afterwards, he told me to put it into French like this:
"La Divinité dont parle Sri Aurobindo n'est pas une personne, mais un état auquel participeront tous ceux qui se sont préparés à le recevoir."
Did something happen on the 4th?
That is what happened.
And a constant Presence the whole day long.
I tell you, it started that way in the morning, as if I had been stunned for the day—I no longer existed.
It's like that all the time: the Force at work, the Force at work, the Force at work... all the time like that, constantly, nothing but the Force at work. That's what I told you the other day (the two vibrations), it's like that. But all the time, all the time. At the balcony, constantly, constantly: the Force at work, the Force at work ... That only remains.
And as there is a large crowd, it means a lot of work.
But at the balcony (and even before, in the morning when that ball of lightning came), there was a very special concentration on you. But that, I don't know, it's for you to say. If you felt something, so much the better!
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I had a very pleasant, very good meditation. I felt the Power, but...
Yes, the meditation gave the sense of something very charming.
And a constant insistence on Harmony, Harmony, Harmony.... An harmonious balance: an harmonious balance of nations, an harmonious balance of people, an harmonious balance of inner faculties, an harmonious balance ... like that.
And then, resistances are clearly expressed as a disharmony.
Something extremely smiling, harmonious, smiling, harmonious....
There was a rather interesting phenomenon (it was yesterday or the day before), amusing little details: now the last member of the government of India has been converted, so to speak. All the members of government (the central government—I don't mean the whole country, but of the centre), all the members of the central government are ... (what should I say?) I could almost say "apprentice disciples of Sri Aurobindo," with a great goodwill to serve.
And everywhere, everywhere in the world, the signs of a CONSCIOUS goodwill awakening.
That's what Sri Aurobindo once said to me. What he saw was that the supramental Force would have sufficient influence on the various governments of the earth, of the nations, to allow hope for a harmony.
If that's how it is, it's something.
We'll see.
But even so, I didn't see the Light!
You didn't see the Light.
I didn't have a sensation of touching ...
... something new.
I suppose I must be thick.
No ... No, to me, I still see (it's the same thing in this body, you understand), there are still little idiocies, you know: scattered here and there, like that—tiny idiocies, but sufficient to stop the movement from being integral.
For instance, what Sri Aurobindo says—that purity which consists in receiving ONLY the Influence of the Divine, so that all other
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influences cannot touch... For example, a certain number of people have been paid to destroy me. I know it. And I see it. Well, it can't do anything, but it does give a little work—it SHOULDN'T give any work. Now and then I am obliged to put up the shield of white Light to stop them from coming through. That shouldn't be necessary, it should be automatic. And it comes from the fact that there are still loads of cells with old habits—old imprints, old habits.
That must change.
They weep a little ("weep," well ...), they lament a little; they are very conscious of their infirmity and they pray a lot, but ... they still have the sensation that they would need some tranquillity and a certain amount of time for the supreme Harmony to be able to penetrate everywhere—which is silly, but ... So they feel they are, not exactly in contradiction but somewhat constrained or weighed down by the multitude—the immensity—of the material work. You understand, this [body] can hardly eat anymore, doesn't have time to rest anymore, even at night now there's much work—I had resolved to remain quiet at night, but there's work and it has to be done—so the result of it all is that ... (gesture of friction). They [the cells] are silly, they still feel, "Oh, if I could stay very quiet, then I would change." They need a slap. That's all.
There's still some friction.
And the body is conscious enough to be convinced that it has no right to demand the change (I mean a certain change) in the Whole so as to enable its own change. Because, that it knows very well: "Then what use am I? If I am like the others, I am useless—I MUST have the capacity to emerge into the Light, whatever the people or difficulties around me." It knows that, it's under no illusions. But still, there is a little friction.
(silence)
Well, read me this notation by Pavitra, I'd be curious to know how it is.
"About physical suffering, Mother says: "There are three different layers or levels of consciousness that are the origin of that suffering. They are as if juxtaposed, superimposed, but don't intermingle. You pass from one to the other in alternation, without fixed order. Page 134
"About physical suffering, Mother says:
"There are three different layers or levels of consciousness that are the origin of that suffering. They are as if juxtaposed, superimposed, but don't intermingle. You pass from one to the other in alternation, without fixed order.
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It's not quite like that. It has become so rigid! Never mind, read on.
"One is a repulsion, a fear that sometimes borders on terror. The second is a perverse, unavowed attraction. The third, a sense of inevitability, of 'can't be helped,' of total helplessness. "Almost everyone allows himself to be thus ensnared, so there is one remedy—only one—to cure all those diseases (doctors are something else altogether, they are another ill, which doesn't really cure). "This remedy—it's good for all earth life—is to attain and open up to the consciousness of Harmony—not mental or vital harmony, but the 'essential' harmony, the 'principle' of harmony. "It's always the same remedy. It's wonderfully effective if one can apply it, but that is difficult because the human consciousness is very unstable, in constant change. That change is what gives man the sense of life and movement. It's absolutely stupid, but that's how it is! "So, if one can make one's consciousness stable and bring those juxtaposed layers into contact with the consciousness of harmony, there are seemingly miraculous results. For instance, S. came back this morning, ten years younger; as you know, he was half-dead....
(Laughing) S. isn't you! It's someone from Calcutta.
"... They had wired me that he was dying. So I concentrated (gesture) like that ... to make contact little by little with this force of harmony, this principle of harmony.... And now he tells me that he feels quite fine, quite a new man. "That's what I did...."
He even told me (I saw him), he even told me the vision that was at the origin of his cure. And it was really interesting. He said he saw it, as it were, almost with open eyes: everything was dark (it was in the night), the room was dark, he felt absolutely depressed, and—it was a heart attack—had no more interest in anything, no more interest in life, and felt as if he was letting himself "slip into death," just like
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that. Then, suddenly, he thought of me. And—he says his eyes were open—the whole room was dark, except for a sort of oval of light just in front of him. A quite dazzling oval of light, which remained. So he looked (he wasn't asleep), he looked to see what could be causing that light (he is sufficiently materialistic), but then, nothing—he realized there was nothing. Then he started watching that light, and he saw, rising from the bottom (he didn't know from where, couldn't see from where) like a flame—two small flames—of a very, very pale light, very bright. He found it interesting, and continued to watch. And all of a sudden, he saw in the light the shape of what he calls ... I think it's Mahasaraswati (I forget which, but I think it's Mahasaraswati: "perfection in work"), that he saw there, staying there. And at the same time he felt in himself, oh, a great desire to serve, to work well, to consecrate his life to the divine work, all that. And the next morning, when the doctors came they said, "Oh, everything is changed!"
Interesting.
And it coincided with the moment when I was doing my concentration here. (I had got the telegram from a young boy he adopted and is very fond of: he had sent a telegram to let me know that the doctors had all but condemned him.) Then he had that experience—it's a transcription, of course, according to his conception. But it's interesting.
But above all, I don't want anyone to know what I am saying here: everyone must be left to his own conception. As for him, he is convinced it's Mahasaraswati who gave him back his life (all the same, he has much devotion for me, but that doesn't matter ...). I don't want it known. I didn't say anything to him, I smiled at him—yes, I told him, "You are receptive." And when he expressed his gratitude, I said, "We needed you to do some work." Like that, quite simply.
But I found that interesting, because... It's generally like this: the Force is there, working, and if something comes (a call from someone, a prayer or something), all this (gesture to the forehead) generally remains absolutely still, immobile, letting only the Force pass through, and all I sometimes do is simply (gesture of offering or presenting something upward): "Lord, here is this task, it's for You." That's all, and I leave it. But in this case, I was sitting at my table (the telegram had just come), and I concentrated and quite deliberately and consciously I put him in contact with the Force. Because there was a whole world of suggestions, he expected the end: "This time it's the end." So because of that, I concentrated and put a formation.
Is this "notation" over?
No, it carries on:
"...It's a highly superior equilibrium. "It reminded me of Théon who said that the world had been put forth and reabsorbed six times; in other words, that there had been six creations and six pralayas.2 And that now we were in the seventh creation, the last. The world would find a new, higher equilibrium, not static but progressive, which means there would be unending progress in equilibrium and harmony, without pralaya." (April 24, 1967)
"...It's a highly superior equilibrium. "It reminded me of Théon who said that the world had been put forth and reabsorbed six times; in other words, that there had been six creations and six pralayas.2 And that now we were in the seventh creation, the last. The world would find a new, higher equilibrium, not static but progressive, which means there would be unending progress in equilibrium and harmony, without pralaya."
(April 24, 1967)
That I already told you several times.
But I don't want the story of S. to be published; I don't want to seem to be boasting of having saved his life, you understand! It might have quite unfortunate consequences for himself.... I only told Pavitra because I was still under the impact of the experience, I had just seen the man: when he walked in I hardly recognized him! That is, he struck me as a thoroughly new man. And, interestingly, he felt it, he said, "Oh, but it's as if the old man had died, I am a new man." That is to say, I found in him the energy he used to have twenty or thirty years ago.
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