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 tries in vain to slip a "transformation" flower through her buttonhole.)
Can I help you?
No (Mother closes her eyes and slips the flower through her buttonhole). When I close my eyes, I see (laughter). But it's true! And I don't do it deliberately: when I want to see, I close my eyes, and I see! It's so natural and spontaneous that I don't even realize it: when I want to do something, if I want to see clearly I close my eyes.
(Nolini comes in to read Mother his English translation of "Notes on the Way" for the next "Bulletin.")
I have been wondering about this: maybe if I didn't listen I'd hear quite clearly! (Nolini stares at Mother with a certain bewilderment.) No, I said just before that when I want to see clearly, precisely, I close my eyes and see quite clearly. I do it spontaneously (I noticed it because Satprem asked me what was going on). And since I can't hear, maybe if I didn't listen and went within myself, like that, I would hear?—There must be a trick!
(Satprem:) It depends on the consciousness with which one reads.
Yes. Oh, some people speak almost in a whisper and I hear them perfectly well. Others yell and I can't hear a word; that is, I hear noise but can't understand anything. That's what it is, it's the precision of
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the consciousness: if the consciousness is precise, I understand; if the consciousness is muddled, I can't understand anything.
We'll try! (Nolini reads)
After Nolini has left
Ah, let me show you a photo that was taken the other day, on P.'s birthday (Mother holds the photo out to the disciple).
It's not me looking here: it's when I give a "bath of the Lord."
Even in the photo, the light in the eyes can be seen.
Some people get frightened, others on the contrary are happy—it's an instantaneous sorting. And I know, I know what this look is: it's the moment when there is no personal consciousness left, it's completely gone. There isn't the sense of a person anymore: it's the Force.
But it's the first time it's caught in a photo. T. had asked for my permission to come and take photos.
P. looks like a giant beside me.
He's the bodyguard!
(Mother laughs)
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