The consciousness of the cells is being taught to break free of 'false matter' with resultant effect in every country and continent, and every branch of human knowledge.
A fire spread across the world that year, from Warsaw to Colombia, from Nanterre to Alexandria: "There are long periods when things are being prepared, and a moment comes when something happens; and this something is what will bring about a new development in the world. Like the moments when man appeared on earth; now it is another being." This is the second turning point of Mother's Yoga. She is 90. Auroville has just been founded: "A center for accelerated evolution." Martin Luther King is assassinated, and Robert Kennedy. Russia invades Czechoslovakia - what is going on? "I have the strong impression of an attempt to make us learn something like the secret of the functioning [of man, of the earth]. The method we have learned is constantly shown to be false, it doesn't conform to reality, and there is a will to make us find the true method, but through experience." As if the earth were shut in a bowl, prisoner of a "false matter": "There is a sort of web over the entire earth, and the body is being taught how to get out of it.... Little by little the consciousness of the cells is breaking that hold." And on the other side of the web all of a sudden: "Never in my whole life have I seen or felt anything so beautiful!.... The most marvellous hours ever possible on earth - why do people go looking up above for something which is right here!" The short-lived miracle of 1968 seems to be swallowed up, while the walls of our bowl are slowly but inexorably being shattered in every country, every continent and every branch of human knowledge. "A considerable amount of time would still seem necessary for everything to be ready to change. And yet, there is almost a promise that a sudden change is going to take place." Could it be that, one fine morning, one last pressure of circumstances will throw us headlong into a new consciousness?
(Mother speaks these words haltingly; they are interspersed with long silences, as though dropping from far away... perhaps from eternity.)
I can remain without coughing, but because of that I can't speak.... There's nothing we can talk about. So there.
(silence)
The material, the physical is learning—it's learning what it is—and that's very interesting. But... it's very hard to express.
You see, I remain for hours and hours on end without speaking, and it's like a development unfolding logically, but... This cough must be deliberate, to prevent me from speaking. Because I see things clearly.... One seems to waste one's time speaking.
I remain, I can remain for hours, hours and hours like that, watching the development—a development at once universal and personal; but "personal," there is so to speak no person, it's something curious. There's a series of states of consciousness being organized.
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There is in an almost constant and general way the impression that material things—not only things, but perceptions, sentiments (kinds of odd sentiments that have nothing to do with...) and ways of being, perceptions, consequences, reactions—all that constantly strikes me as being... (yes, I might put it like this), as being different from what people think.
I don't know how to explain.
We could say that causes and consequences... (But it's not something thought, that's what is difficult.) It's certainly something I am now discovering, so... I don't know if it's the cause or the process of deformation between what is and what's perceived (what's lived, perceived).
(Mother remains absorbed for a long time)
It's still inexpressible.
One feels it can last... It's almost on the fringe of time, one doesn't know how to explain.
Inexpressible.
With, now and then, something like the reflection of an ineffable Happiness, but without motive; yet at other times there is a sort of... (what should I call it?) sadness or melancholy (I don't know how to explain), also without motive, and which seems to be the result of the deformation of the other.
Very well. We must be patient.
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