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's first words for almost a month. Her left eye is very swollen, her voice husky. It is not over yet.)
Forbidden to speak: it makes me cough terribly.
(long meditation)
Do you know a man with slightly red hair, or dark blond, and a beard?
???
No?... He was here (gesture next to Satprem).
You don't know who it is?... He was sitting like that, on the ground.
(Mother looks again)
You have many disciples now, don't you?
Who?1
(silence)
Who?
Not me?!
(Mother plunges in again)
It's better.... Very slowly.
If I remember once it's over, I'll have something really interesting to say. But I don't know whether I'll remember....
It's the experience of the body—the body left to itself.2
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We'll see.
The psychic may have... it may have "attended," you understand, without intervening, and it may remember, possibly.
Its... anyway. It's still a... The result isn't certain, that's all I can say.
It's something prodigious... which looks idiotic.
(long silence)
You know, the little body... the little body is like a point, but its impression is of being the expression of an AWESOME power, and it's... like this: no capacity, no expression, nothing—and rather... rather miserable. And yet... it's like a condensation—condensation—like the condensation of an AWESOME power!... At times, it even has difficulty bearing it, you understand.
All experiences are as if multiplied a hundred times.... Only, it has difficulty learning.
(Satprem lays his forehead on Mother's knees. Mother gropes for flowers by her side.)
What's this?
(Sujata:) I don't know, it's a new flower, Mother.3
(Mother nods) Ah, isn't it! I feel it's a flower connected to what's going on.
(Satprem:) It's a hibiscus, a "Power."
Yes, it's a Power.
I'll give you one so you try and find out what it is. I'll keep the other to see if I find out.
There, my children.
(Mother takes Satprem's hands)
The end isn't... I mean, the result isn't decided yet in my consciousness. It may be... the Attempt, it may be... (vague gesture spreading out in time and space).
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It's preparing something prodigious, but I don't know whether this body... whether it's this body that will do it. That's all.
(Mother takes Sujata's hand in her left hand and Satprem's hand in her right one)
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