April 22, 1970
So, have you brought questions?
(Laughing) No!
And you?
(silence)
Outwardly, sick people, difficulties, complications.... Very
difficult ... very difficult... It has almost come to look like a
relentless fury.
The only thing is Sri Aurobindos
Aphorisms, which are more and more amusing. Have you received them?
(Satprem reads)
483 - Sin is a trick and a disguise of Krishna to
conceal Himself from the gaze of the virtuous. Behold, O Pharisee, God
in the sinner, sin in thyself purifying thy heart; clasp thy brother.
"Sin in thy heart," it looks like ... Isn't it a joke? Is the word
"sinning" or "fishing"?! [[The two words are similar in French (
pécher, to sin, and
pĂȘcher, to fish). ]]
It's "sinning"!
In French, it's hard to distinguish!
But this one is wonderful:
482 - My lover took away my robe of sin ...
Oh, yes, it's wonderful! And when he takes away the robe of virtue!...
... and I let it fall, rejoicing; then he plucked
at my robe of virtue, but I was ashamed and alarmed and prevented him.
It was not till he wrested it from me by force that I saw how my soul
had been hidden from me.
Ah, that's admirable. Admirable.
But T. [a disciple who asks "questions" on the
Aphorisms] sends me four or five of them at one go, without space to answer each ... so I only answer the last one!
It would be good to say, "Let our robe of virtue fall so we may be ready for the Truth."
That's one of the things being constantly done - oh, it's been
like that for a long time, it's a long time since the body has been free
from this illusion of sin and virtue, a long time. It finds it quite
... quite ridiculous!
And then, in the contact with people ... I hardly know who the
people I see are (just about), so I see them without a thought, you
understand, as they are, and AFTERWARDS I ask, or I am told about them,
and ...
(laughing) I realize that most of the time, if a contact
is made (when I see them, a contact is made, a receptivity), it's with
the people most scorned by others, people who outwardly behave like real
boors! Just recently again I had an experience like that.
One of the things hardest to bear is obviously self-righteous
indignation. You know, people tell me what's going on (everyone tells me
some story), and the vibrations hardest to bear, those that cause a ...
(gesture of unpleasant friction) are those of self-righteous indignation.
Now, I have to say one thing: when people come to see me (people
whom I don't know, not those I see all the time), all those visitors,
it's the best part of them that comes out. Several times I had contacts
with people and the impression that something can be done, that they
have a receptivity - and afterwards, those people misbehave, they cause
disorder or trouble for others! But when they are in front of me,
they're not the same. They feel it, they feel it's something else
becoming active. But it's the Presence that ...
compels; then they go away, and they behave very badly, they quarrel, they ... It's very difficult!
I see people from Auroville in rotation (once a week), in fact to
try and work on this material, and it's really interesting (people I
don't know: every time I am brought one or two or three new ones; some
stay on, and others come in rotation). I said, "Those who want a bath of
silence can come in turn," and not a word is spoken. It's really
interesting. Well, there are people there who behave like ... and
despite everything, they feel that what they are here is superior to
what they are there. But the others would need to have a lot of
patience!...
(silence)
What do you have to ask, or to say?... There is no need to "ask" - tell me something.
How can one make conscious contact with this subtle physical?
That, mon petit, I have no idea, because I never did it deliberately!
(Mother laughs) It came on its own.
Now, very strangely, there are times when both are there, and
then ... A good thing I keep quiet (it's only to you that I speak),
otherwise people would surely say, "Mother is taking leave of her
senses!"
(laughter)
For instance, there is a region (I went there exclusively for a
time, a few months - I don't remember, maybe a little more, maybe a
year), a region where there are many scenes from Nature, like fields,
gardens ... but all behind nets! There is a net of one color, another
color ... And it has a meaning. Absolutely everything is behind a net,
you are ... as if you moved about with nets. But it's not a single net,
it depends: for its form and color the net depends on what's behind. And
it is ... the means of communication. You understand, it's lucky I
don't speak because they'd say I have taken leave of my senses! And I
see that with my eyes open, during the day, can you imagine! So I'll see
my room, for example - I'll be here, seeing people - and at the same
time I'll see one landscape or another, and it all changes and moves
about... with a net between me and the landscapes, like that.... The net
seems to be ... (how can I explain?) what separates this subtle
physical from the ordinary physical. But what does this net represent? I
don't know... You see, there is no mentalization, there are no
explanations, there's no thought, no reasoning, all that is clearly done
away with. So, in fact, I see ...
The sensation isn't the same either. Our way of feeling on the
physical level isn't there, it doesn't work that way.... It's more like a
sense of proximity or non-communication, or indifference; but things
belonging to the indifferent world do not show themselves when the dual
vision is there.
(silence)
Nights are very peculiar. And precisely because all that isn't
mentalized, it's hardly possible to describe or explain.... But this
subtle physical very concretely has the sense or feeling or perception
(I don't know) of the divine Presence - the divine Presence in all
things, everywhere. So then, this body is ... one might say, partly this
way and partly that way
(gesture of oscillation between two worlds)....
That was one thing I asked this morning: how (the body asked itself),
why, how, how is it that, having this divine perception almost
constantly (because, as I told you, that consciousness is in the process
of being established), how is it that the body feels this anguish? - It
lives in a sort of constant anguish. So what's that anguish?... And
there are no explanations or ... But just when it asked that, there was
something like Sri Aurobindo's manner, so full of humor, as if it were
he (but not visible), telling me, "Look carefully: in this anguish,
there is Bliss." And this morning, I was sitting on my bed about to get
up, and there was this kind of ... I can't call it suffering, but ... it
would be more like a discomfort, I don't know, as if at the thought of
the whole day ahead (but "thought," it's not a thought: it's as if the
day were weighing down), and while I was feeling that discomfort (I had
to make an effort to get up and resume activity), at the same time,
there was something laughing deep down, all the way down, and saying,
"But!..." And it was in bliss. But then, the body has been (that was
part of its formation) very careful to maintain commonsense - not to go
off its rocker.... You feel you are ... just on the borderline, you
know: one very small movement like that, and ...
(gesture of dissolution).
The body was used to commonsense, practical sense - and that,
prrrt!... seems to be crumbling away So there is a sort of ... What
saves the situation is that I say to myself (I SEE - I don't know how to
explain - I see it's people's reaction: in front of this, people quite
naturally feel you're taking leave of your senses), so I say to myself,
"What do I care! What do I care what they think of me - whoever it may
be, I couldn't care less." The body couldn't care less (it's been a long
time since the rest stopped caring, but the body). Then I see in my
memory certain expressions of Sri Aurobindo's, certain smiles in front
of perfectly reasonable attitudes ... and the ridiculousness of those
reasonable attitudes becomes patent. I live in that all the time.
It's ... (I don't know how to put it), it's like this
(tight gesture, one hand pressed against the other):
in one attitude (but not a willed, devised attitude, not that: its
spontaneous), in one attitude, you are per-fect-ly at ease - everything
is peaceful, normal; then, things remaining the same, there is beside
that (not even beside, not inside or ... I don't know how to explain,
it's simultaneous), there is ... a slight anguish. And that anguish is
constant - maybe it's the anguish of a dying way of being, I don't know,
but it makes for a strange situation.
But then, everything becomes simple when someone is there,
receptive, that is, comes without thought, without ... simply like a
sponge that absorbs. Then the Presence becomes concretely perceptible,
quite so. Things are exactly the same, but the Presence is concrete and
quite ... not only perceptible: it imposes itself. Then things come to a
halt, there is a stabilization - and everything becomes perfect.
But it depends a lot - I mean, it STILL depends - on peoples
receptivity... And these last few days, I've had the impression, or
something like a perception, an impression of an AWESOME Power! The
Power that would seem capable of bringing a dead man back to life, you
know. An awesome Power that uses this [the body] without conscious
identification, but quite, quite naturally, without ... as if there were
no resistance. It's a natural state, and it's neither this nor that nor
that, it's ... it's EVERYTHING
(gesture showing an immense movement) which ... which acts according to circumstances.
Usually I don't say anything (it's the first time I've said
that), because there is still a sort of memory of what was [in the
past], something remaining conscious that if those things are said quite
simply as they are, then ... the impression people would get ... I
don't know. The body doesn't care, but something is watchful - I see
that "something" as a person (whom I don't know, besides) watching over
my body and over circumstances, and stopping me from doing certain
things ... so there may be no catastrophes.
It's an impersonal person, I don't know; there's no personal
relationship with it, but it's someone whose responsibility is to see to
this body's well-being, and especially to its relations with others,
because the body has reached the point where ... it really couldn't care
less.
Some curious things. Some people are quite well-disposed and
even, I might say, full of affection, of care, and ... I don't know, I
can't explain, but certain things have to remain as they are and there
should be nothing to disturb those people - but the body is quite
unconcerned about that. The conscious, active being is turned only to
the supreme Consciousness and exclusively concerned with doing what this
Consciousness wants it to do, and so there are, as it were, people (or
someone) whose responsibility is to see that things can be understood in
the transitory state we are in. There. [[Seventeen years earlier, on 20
May 1953, in the course of a talk at the Ashram's Playground in front
of the gathered disciples, Mother had asked this question: "Is it
possible for one body to change without something changing in those
around it? What will be your relationship with other objects if you have
changed so much? Or with other beings?... It seems necessary for a
totality of things to change, at least in certain relative proportions,
so that one may exist, go on existing...." That may well be the whole
problem. ]]
(silence)
But with people, when I am told about a circumstance, when
someone (directly or through someone else) tells me some difficulty,
some circumstance ... there comes the clear, precise vision of what
needs to be done, and it doesn't correspond to any thought, nothing at
all (once I have said it, generally I don't even remember what I have
said). And downright practical: this must be done, that must not be
done.
Ordinary life, the ordinary way is as if projected onto a screen
(it's not at all within, it's ...), and constantly the disorder of
ordinary life is as if shown - insubstantial, but perceptible. And if
there were something [in Mother] still open to that, or even (let's put
it very simply), if there is something still open, the result is a fact:
a discomfort, or quite unpleasant things - more and more it's beginning
to be unreal and unable to touch [Mother] ... but you can't be sure.
It's a life which, described in detail, would be absolutely the
life of ... [a madman]. Luckily, I still appear to have some
common-sense!
(laughter)
But I don't talk about all that.
(At that precise moment, Satprem strongly had
the following thought, which he almost told Mother: "If a caterpillar's
vision were suddenly changed into a man's vision, it would clearly mean a
bursting of its whole logic.")
(long silence)
And you
(to Sujata), do you have something to say?
Very often, afterwards when I am in front of you, I feel...
I can't hear.
After Satprem leaves, I come and do my pranam.
[[Generally, when Satprem leaves at the end of the conversation, Sujata
remains alone with Mother for a few moments. ]] Then, in front of your
gaze, my true inner being seems to come to the front.
Yes.
And curiously, I have the sensation of a force of... Do you know the Ganges, the goddess Ganga? I feel an affinity with her.
With the river?
With that goddess.
Well, that's strange!
(silence)
This identification [with the Ganges] is the power of vital plasticity. ... Probably there are in that way families of beings.
(Mother plunges in)
Do you get a special sensation when you have that? Do you feel something special?
(Sujata:) Right now, it's as if very
interiorized, and at the same time with the inner being in front: both
at the same time, like that.
Yes.
(Mother plunges in again)