Starts the terrible years.The change is DONE: a new mode of being of the cellular consciousness has appeared on earth. The future awaits - will the 'old' yield?
The beginning of the terrible years.... There was the feeling that Mother had found the secret of the change, conquered all she could from her own body, and that she was now sitting there, surrounded by the pack, just putting up with each and every resistance of the old species. "The change is DONE. Everything is tooth and nail, ferociously after me, but it's over." A new mode of being of the cellular consciousness had appeared on earth, as one day, in inert matter, there appeared a new mode of being called life - but this time it is "overlife": "The impression there is a way of being of the cells that would be the beginning of a new body; only, when that comes, the body itself feels it is dying." What would be the feeling of the first corpuscle to experience life? "The body feels it has reached the point of.... unknown. A very, very strange sensation. A sort of new vibration. It's so new that.... I can't speak of anguish, but it's.... the unknown. A mystery of the unknown." And there, what we call death is like the other side of the bowl for the former fish, and yet it is not "another world": "They are surprisingly one within the other! There is something there.... Is it possible? For overlife is both life and death together." And then, this cry of the breakthrough: "What appears to us as 'the laws of nature' is nonsense!...." Another world ON EARTH in which the old mortal laws of our bowl break down.... into something else? "I have just had a fantastic vision of the cradle of a future.... which is not very far. It's like a formidable mass suspended above the earth." But will the old pack let her go through to the end?
(Mother looks absorbed)
I didn't remember this book [Thoughts and Aphorisms] at all. Have you seen the latest ones?
(Satprem reads)
529—Indiscriminate compassion is the noblest gift of temperament, not to do even the least hurt to one living thing is the highest of all human virtues; but God practises neither. Is man therefore nobler and better than the All-loving? 528—Human pity is born of ignorance and weakness; it is the slave of emotional impressions. Divine compassion understands, discerns and saves. Page 218
529—Indiscriminate compassion is the noblest gift of temperament, not to do even the least hurt to one living thing is the highest of all human virtues; but God practises neither. Is man therefore nobler and better than the All-loving?
528—Human pity is born of ignorance and weakness; it is the slave of emotional impressions. Divine compassion understands, discerns and saves.
Page 218
You answer:
"To understand the divine intention and to work towards its accomplishment, is that not the surest way to help humanity?"
I always wonder when he wrote that....
It seems it was at the beginning.
He was still... (gesture between two worlds).
He said to Pavitra somewhere that he had changed his conception of the universe four times.1
Have you also changed since?
Yes, and he has changed.
You mean that "up there," he has changed too?
(Mother laughs long silence)
Did you see this? (Mother gives the printed text of her note on quarrels at the Ashram.) It was specially for people at the Press; so I gave it for them to print, I found that amusing!... But naturally, everyone took it to apply to his neighbor, not to himself!
Do you have something?
To understand the "divine intention" you speak of, when one connects all the way up, to try and understand, one feels one almost always meets a sort immutable neutrality?
(Mother goes into a contemplation)
(With her head Mother asks Satprem if he has anything. With his head Satprem asks Mother if she has anything. Laughter.)
Page 219
(Mother plunges in again)
Nothing to say? Nothing to ask? Nothing to read?...
Are we moving ahead?
(Mother plunges in again, then speaks in English)
It can go on indefinitely.... It is like that, the feeling of being in a current of force that goes and spreads, goes and spreads... [continuous gesture of descent onto Mother and radiation from her head]... indefinitely.
What time is it?
Five to eleven, Mother.
If you don't mind being like that...
Oh, listen!... It does a lot of good!
Very well, then...
Page 220
Home
The Mother
Books
Agenda
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.