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June 15, 1968
Mother looks at
an orange amaryllis
It's pretty.... I don't know why, it always gives me the impression of a church....
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Yes, exactly!
You too? Why?... It's very pretty. So I don't know why. It gives the impression ... of an artificial adoration!
* * *
Satprem reads Mother
a letter of Sri Aurobindo:
"In our yoga we mean by the subconscient that quite submerged part of our being in which there is no wakingly conscious and coherent thought, will or feeling or organized reaction, but which yet receives obscurely the impressions of all things and stores them up in itself and from it too all sorts of stimuli, of persistent habitual movements, c
November 30, 1968
For February 21 next, couldn't we broadcast at the Playground
the recording of that very important conversation, you know,
on the "central experience"?
[[Conversation of November 23. Through the "Notes on the Way" or otherwise Satprem always wanted to make Mother's experience known to the Ashram, but did not at the time understand the reasons for her reluctance. ]]
No.
* * *
Impossible to speak.... The body constantly feels it's learning - learning to live. And learning to be what it must be. Constantly, night and day.
And that's all.
It has everything to learn.
And very acutely, the sensation that speech distorts, the word distorts.... The
November 23, 1968
I've had an interesting experience.... Not yesterday evening but the evening before, someone I won't name told me, "I am fully in the physical consciousness: no more meditations, and the Divine has become something up above, so far away...." Then, instantly, while he was speaking, the whole room FILLED with the divine Presence. "Oh," I told him, "Not up above: HERE, right here." And at that moment, EVERYTHING, the whole atmosphere ... you know, the very air seemed to change into divine Presence (Mother touches her hands, her face, her body): you understand, everything was touched, touched, permeated, but with ... above all, there was a dazzling Light, a Peace like th
January 1, 1968
(Message for the new year:)
Remain young,
Never stop striving
towards Perfection.
Mother
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April 23, 1968
(Mother shows a brochure on Auroville; the first photograph
in
it shows the all-white urn under a vast sky.)
It's very fine. It has something ... I don't know (Mother drives
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her fist down into the Earth), like a Law of Destiny: something
that
imposes itself.
(silence)
Did I tell you that a Swedish or Norwegian lady wants to send me a big crucifixion?... I did. But I didn't show you the two texts. You see, I chose a photo of the galaxy, then a photo of Auroville that somewhat looks like the first, and then, under the crucifixion, we'll have in big letters (Mother reads):
"The Divine Consciousness crucified by man's desires."
Then, in ver
December 11, 1968
(Mother reads out the message she intends to give
for
the new year, 1969:)
No words - acts.
* * *
(To Sujata:) What do you want for your birthday?
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I want to offer myself more integrally.
Offering is you - giving is me!
* * *
(Then Mother listens to Satprem reading an old Playground
Talk of July 22, 1953.)
These are things I would certainly no longer write now! ... But anyway, they are true on their level (gesture at ground level).
(silence)
The experience is continuing and becoming increasingly conscious and almost practical. When someone comes, I seem to see ... almost to measure the quantity of veils preventing him
October 23, 1968
I've been given a quotation from Sri Aurobindo.... I find it very interesting.
"What happens is for the 'best' in this sense only
that the end will
be a divine victory in spite of all
difficulties - that has been and
always will be my
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seeing, my faith and my assurance - if you are
willing to accept it from me."
Sri Aurobindo
December 28, 1931
I find it very interesting. Because when people are told, "It will be for the best," they always think it's the best as they imagine it!
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(Mother goes into a meditation, then abruptly comes out of it:)
And your book? [[By the Body of the Earth or the Sannyasin. ]]
It's not easy....
November 16, 1968
It's the physical being educated.
When the vital and the mind are there, they use the physical as an instrument for their will and whims - usually it has no independent life. So then, in the space of a few days, a few weeks, it has been educated all over again. It remembered all the experiences it had and sorted them out again, so to speak, and it has reached a sort of homogeneity wholly centered around the divine Presence.
It has had several experiences of this Presence.... Spontaneously, for the body, it's a "conscious Light"; a conscious Light it sees everywhere, feels everywhere, whose presence it constantly feels. But once or twice it saw a figure. That su
August 7, 1968
(As Satprem goes upstairs to see Mother, he meets the doctor
coming
downstairs, who informs him that Mother has chest
pain
and her heart is in poor condition. Mother is sitting
on her couch, very pale.)
We have to do the translation of the message for the 15th of August.
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I chose this (Mother holds out a paper to Satprem):
"One needs to have a calm heart, a settled will,
entire self-abnegation and the eyes constantly fixed
on the beyond to live undiscouraged in times like
these which are truly a period of universal decom
position."[[From a letter from Sri Aurobindo to Mother in France. ]]
Sri Aurobindo
May 6, 1915
(silence)
July 10, 1968
Mother sorts out letters
There's little S. who wrote me a letter - quite a desperate letter in which she said she didn't want to live anymore. Because she'd done some foolish things. So I answered her that one doesn't live for one's own satisfaction: one lives to discover the Divine and identify with him. And so, it's not a question of "pleasure" or "no pleasure."
I wrote very strongly and sent the letter. Since then, absolute
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silence! No one budges anymore.
(another letter)
This is Y. trying to show me I was wrong and she was right. Very well! Let her remain convinced she's right, it's the same to me! (Mother laughs)
(a note of Mother's)
"A