(To my surprise,
the next day Satprem asked me again to bring the tape recorder on our
walk. I felt encouraged to ask the question I had been reluctant to
wanted to ask you a question about that "power" you spoke of yesterday.
From the outside, one gets the impression that it is rather as if a car
were moving at a certain speed, and accelerated and accelerated--and
suddenly there's a sort of break in the movement of the car: it leaves the
road and takes off into the air--it behaves in an altogether "unclassical"
manner. As if that "power" had nothing in common with our usual notion of
(Satprem:) But of
course, it has nothing in common! They would be crushed to a pulp if they
were in contact with that!
The rishis, yes,
(Luc:) So my question is to
know how--not how one gets it (I understand one
doesn't "get" it; it has to come by itself),
(Satprem:) What helps to make it
(Luc:) Yes...what has to happen,
at some point, in the being--in the body--for that Thing to
(Satprem:) All right, let me
put things as simply as possible (I always use the same metaphor because I
find it very vivid): we are REALLY like fish inside a fishbowl--it's an
absolute fact. It is a fishbowl of horror, of
pain, of calamity.
But then...(after all, sometimes there is a grace in life), all of a
sudden, something in the body cries out...CRIES OUT--something cries out
materially, not in the mind, not as a result of self-discipline or
anything of the sort. A cry suddenly bursts out of the ordinary man in the
street because he is SUFFOCATING. And all of a sudden...the fish sticks
its nose out on the other side of the water, into another air--which is
formidable (formidable, because he's still a fish). But, you see, you
stick your nose out on the other side, you emerge--it's your SUBSTANCE
that has to emerge there, nothing else! I'm talking of the cry of the man
who is condemned to death, the cry of the man who is being tortured, the
cry of the nightmare, the cry of--you've reached the END, you understand;
you simply can't go on: you're dying.
So what is the way to get
there? The way is uncatchable, indescribable; it belongs to no system, no
spirituality, no...--it belongs to the substance that CRIES
That cries out.
All of a sudden, in the middle of its
nightmare, it cries out. In the midst of its pain, of its...it lets slip a
And you emerge a first time. You emerge...and you are in that
other Power of life--which is life.
All the world
is changed to a single
A Revolution in the Body
But the most
extraordinary discovery that I--in my body, you understand, because you
can discover anything you want in your head, it's just hot air; whereas
when the body makes a discovery, it's...absolute, you know. It's like:
suddenly it knows how to swim, or suddenly it knows how to--it KNOWS.
These are absolute discoveries. Well, it was extraordinary that day when
the body suddenly REALIZED (it was feeling all the horror of that cruelty,
that suffering, that...), when it said to itself, "WHY, THIS ISN'T LIFE
DYING; THIS IS DEATH LIVING!"
Do you understand?
DEATH that lives--it isn't life that dies; it's DEATH that
I felt that death everywhere--death-death-death, cruel
death. Death in every way: in my mind, my heart, my life. There was
nothing but death and horror, really--what kind of life is this, for God's
What kind of life is this?
And then--I don't know
how to describe it, because for the body it's quite simple and
overwhelming, like a complete reversal of all its values, but not
"intellectual values"--suddenly it was right there in the flesh; it
was...it was like being born to the world. Or being born to
That's it: it isn't life
that...; it's DEATH that lives.
It created a sort of...revolution
in the body, a complete reversal, a real breakthrough, I assure
There isn't any method.
You see, it is right at the
point of dying that you begin to emerge. "At the
point of dying"--you can die in your heart, die in your mind, die in
your...in fact, we never stop dying in this life; that's all we do! But it
has to become sufficiently...that death has to hold you sufficiently in
its grip...so that there is such an intense aspiration in the body, you
see--we when it is asphyxiated.
As when it is
Well, look, there isn't any manual for that! You
must...all of a sudden you kick the bottom of that...that hell, and you
emerge. But "emerge"--it's in your SUBSTANCE that you emerge, not in your
head, you understand! It is both EXTREMELY SIMPLE and absolutely
indescribable. There is no "path"; it's something completely automatic.
There is no literature about it. There is no philosophy on it.
the body, the Divine is something one DRINKS.
(Mother:) And it
isn't the result of an aspiration or research, an effort or a tapasya
[discipline], nothing of the kind--it comes: plop!
...And there is
no imitating it. What's wonderful is that it can't be imitated! Everything
else--for example, all ascetic realizations--can be imitated. But that
cannot be imitated, because...there's no equivalent
...All your aspiration, your tapasya, your effort, all
that is individual--absolutely no effect. It comes, and that's
You can do only one thing, which is to ANNUL YOURSELF AS MUCH
AS POSSIBLE. If you can annul yourself completely, the experience is
total. And if one could keep that blank state constantly, then the
experience would remain there constantly.
I tell you, the first time, it was--oh, it was like
drinking nectar! The body was drinking. It drank
for HOURS--it drank and drank and drank and drank.
I had never
seen anything like it!
It was...it was unbelievable! It drank and
drank and drank and drank--really as if it had been thirsty for thousands
of years, and suddenly it was DRINKING the Divine! There was not even such
a word as "divine"; it was just life pouring in for the first
I have drunk the Infinite like a
So that Power
You can't describe the way--it's automatic. You can't
"understand" it; you can't understand a way that doesn't exist--it is made
for you. You can't "understand" it, because how
can you ask a fish to understand what happens in the sunlight? It's
impossible--it's another...way of being.
The only thing is the beginning: "Really, it's hell in
here!" It's hell, and that's all. And it isn't just hell in your
head--you're at the end of your rope! Then, all this matter, all that is
covered up, you know, ENTOMBED, shut in a tomb--all this body covered up
by that dreadful mental formation: that
philosophy, religion, atavism...(the body is almost literally in a TOMB
beneath all that!)--all of a sudden, all that breaks open.
body suffocates!--we are just not aware of it. We notice it...we notice it
when it begins to die! But there's obviously no manual on suffocation or
asphyxiation--at that moment whatever must happen
Then, gradually--and that's the painful part--the old
fish learns how to live in that other air, that other Power, that other
kind of breathing.
But it is as material as this
(Satprem makes a fist). It's really--it isn't a
metaphor--that material. One day, when the first fish became amphibian, it
must have gone through hell--it must have been asphyxiated
and suffocated in order to invent
a new way of breathing. Well, this is exactly the same thing, you
It's EXACTLY the same--MATERIALLY the same.
The Other Air
I can tell you quite
simply how it happened, the first time when really...when it happened. I
don't need to tell you all the details: truly, since the age of twenty I
have been thrown into horror, and I did go through a lot of horror and
pain and--a lot, a
But a time
comes when you really reach the end of the line. To reach it at twenty is
already difficult; to reach it at sixty is in a way easier--but it's also
more difficult. So there's really that...burning NEED in the body--because
all spiritualities and ideas and methods and all that are part of the
fishbowl, part of the asphyxiation, part of the NOTHING, you see. And then
there's this matter, this body, so full of pain--and genuine pain, you
know, because one has lived enough to be able to feel a little of all that
misery, which is not only one's own, but the misery of this dreadful
world. So you say to yourself, "That's it, you're going to die, and then
what? What will you have DONE? What will you have truly LIVED? What
is--WHERE IS LIFE, for God's sake?! Where is
Where is life?
Well, one of these times (you can't
pinpoint one in particular; there are millions of times, thousands of
times, and some days it's more vivid than others--well, that day it was
more vivid), it's absolutely as if everything in the body, all this
consciousness, this...(this what? What drives this body), all this were
seized with such an intensity--a MORTAL intensity, I could say--with such
a CRY... I could see the entire course from the time I was twenty, with
the Gestapo, till I was sixty--and what I saw was forty years of horror!
FORTY years, you understand: I am sixty and I still find the SAME
Truly, one can't talk about these things....
it's...I don't know. Of course, that cry happened many times before--many,
many times, I am sure, and since very long ago.
But there was a
day when all that cry of the body was like millions and billions of
material particles, which started to rise and rise and rise and rise from
the whole body....So I said to myself, "This is it, you're going to die."
And I couldn't have cared less. It was really like millions of particles
of my body which... (were they the consciousness of my body? or the cry of
my body? or what?--I can't say). But there was really the feeling of
coutless tiny particles leaving the body. As if the whole body were being
emptied, you know--being emptied of all its being, of all its...life (or
And all of a sudden, it found itself...well, it found
itself in that other air....It had the impression of rising and rising and
rising (while, in fact, it stayed right on the ground), and then it
emerged into...into another air, another Power, another--call it what you
You can't describe these things. I tell you, it is both
extremely simple and... People have to experience it, that's
People have to experience it.
divine force shall flow through tissue and cell
And take the charge of
breath and speech and act
And all the thoughts shall be a glow of
And every feeling a celestial thrill.
Often a lustrous inner
dawn shall come
Lighting the chambers of the slumbering mind;
sudden bliss shall run through every limb;
And Nature with a mightier
Thus shall the earth open to divinity
natures feel the wide uplift,
Illumine common acts with the Spirit's
And meet the deity in common things.
Nature shall live to
manifest secret God,
The Spirit shall take up the human plan,
earthly life become the life
(Mother:) It's a state, a state
of intense vibration where you have at once a feeling of omnipotence, even
in this (Mother pinches the skin of her hand),
in this old thing, and...a luminous omnipotence. And always with something
comparable to goodness, benevolence, but far beyond those things (they
seem like ridiculous distortions in comparison). This (gesture
of expansion) and static at the same time. In other words,
there's a feeling of eternity in the cells.
There must be enough of a CRY, enough intensity of call,
enough... This is perhaps how all mutations happened? Because a given
species is dying--well, it's got to find the other way, or perish.
is what has to happen in a few individuals.
And it can be ANY
The grace is... to call.
We could also
say that the grace is to asphyxiate...
And, of course,
this has nothing to do with any spirituality. You see, I did do...well,
I've had all sorts of experiences in my life. So as far as the regions
"above" are concerned, the super-regions of yogis and people who practice
meditation, I know them well--I've explored them. Well, I tell you, they
seem like a paltry dream in comparison--like a
dream. That power has such a DENSITY! And yet, it is such an incredible
nectar. It's something you TASTE, you DRINK, you... INHALE. How can you
possibly describe that? For the body, which has been living in death
for... well, for nearly sixty years in my case (and for each person, it's
been death for as long as he or she has lived), all of a sudden, it's
All of a sudden, it's life!
But it's a life
that...You do not emerge into it once and for all, you see. You carry with
you all the old fish. So you must constantly...well, now the old fish must
learn the new way of breathing, the new way of being. It must be learned.
And learned how? Well, learned by asphyxiating, by painful labor, by--you
learn it on the job. This is not in any manual, you see. And then, it will
vary; it will be different for each individual. How do you learn to evolve
from fish to amphibian? How do you learn to grow legs to walk on the
ground? Yes, how do you learn?...
That's it, you see.
fins have to change into something that can walk, the lungs have to change
into something that can breathe the air--it's a completely new way of
being. It has to be developed, to be learned....
(Mother:) It can't last,
mostly because of the constant contact with... (gesture
showing the old world around Mother). But even without that
contact, for example at night, it may stay an hour, two hours, in that
state, and suddenly, you don't know why, it slips back into the other way.
And you hurt here, hurt there; you're uncomfortable,
Well, there isn't any manual for that. There's
It's a wonderful path (in a sense), because, since you
can't know ANYTHING about it, you're certain not to make any mistakes! You
are certain. You can't make any mistakes.
Because you can't know what the next step should or shouldn't be--you
simply can't. You don't know--you know NOTHING! What does a fish know
about life in the sunshine? It knows NOTHING.
So, it's a totally
automatic path--totally material and totally automatic. You meet all the
obstacles, all the difficulties, all the complications--all that is
necessary for you to learn the new way of breathing, the new way of
walking, the new way of being. And you can't invent it; you can't plan
it--it's impossible. Impossible.
You can't make any
mistakes--there is no road!
(Mother:) No more ties--free, free, free,
free! Always ready to change everything, except one thing: aspiration,
I don't know what's going to happen--the body is not
told what will happen. Actually, it's easy to understand: if the body knew
in advance what will happen, it would probably do something stupid instead
of being very attentive and very... well, receptive, not just "listening"
(it isn't just a matter of hearing something), but attentive to the
Impulse, to do exactly what must be done--what is expected of it--for
everything, absolutely everything, down to the least detail: eating,
sleeping, speaking, moving, everything. To be like that all the time, all
the time: attentive to do nothing except what has to be
And, you know, if you tried to deceive
yourself--pfft! (gesture of a blade across the
throat) It's impossible, you see, because it is
overwhelming. It is, in fact, a PURE air, so if the least thing is impure,
it's...simply pulverized. And that's not a joke! You must be TOTALLY
pure--in fact, the whole task is for the old fish to purify itself of all
its old...way of being. And if you try to bring a little of the fish into
the other air, it EXPLODES! You can't cheat with "that," you see. You
simply can't; it's impossible--it's a material fact. You can't bring any
of the fish to the other side; it's impossible.
I could say any
fool can do it. But it has to be a fool who is really asphyxiating, really
crying out, really calling, really...
All those who believe they
have remedies, panaceas, tricks are still
completely stuck in the death of the
fishbowl--they are nothing but panaceas of death. The point is, you must
be at the end of all "panaceas"--at the end of
(Mother:) It's day after day, you know,
with something new every day; and always the same immediate conclusion: I
know nothing, I understand nothing, I am nothing.... The negation of
EVERYTHING. All the mental props of the human consciousness are gone. And
for little things, for big things--for everything.
If Sri Aurobindo and Mother had not MADE the way, it would be
completely impossible, you know, because... you would panic instantly. It
would be impossible--they had to open the way because you would think
you've gone insane. You'd fall directly into death!
So the way has
In other words, the surface of that...mortal illusion
has been BROKEN. And through that break, let's say that...others, in turn,
can pass: their cry can get through.
(Mother:) It must be "worked out," as
they say; it must be worked out in detail, but the change is
accomplished--the change IS ACCOMPLISHED.
That is, the material
conditions that have been elaborated by the mind, fixed by it
(Mother closes her fist tightly), and which
seemed so inevitable--to the point that those who had a living experience
of the higher worlds thought it necessary to escape this material world,
abandon it, in order really to live the Truth (that's the origin of all
those theories and beliefs)--but now it's no longer the case! Now it's no
longer the case. The physical is capable of receiving the higher Light,
the Truth, the true Consciousness, and of MANIFESTING it.
easy; it requires endurance and will-power, but a day will come when it
will be totally natural. The door is just ajar--and now we have to walk
That's the difficult part, but
it's also a marvel--a lived marvel. But you can't talk about these things.
It's like discovering life, you see!
It's truly like
The Delight in the Body
I didn't realize...
Once, I had to go to F. to the dentist, and I felt really miserable, as if
I were at the end of my life. I felt so... exhausted by all those people
rushing and bustling about. And I did not realize how much of that other
air I had already absorbed (you don't realize that you absorb a lot, a lot
of that other air). I came back home--and suddenly what an incredible
TORRENT OF LIFE came pouring in! I drank it, drank it as if my body... It
was fabulous! The body, these billions of cells were all drinking and
drinking and drinking and drinking as if... I can't say. It's... it's
It's truly a nectar. It's something that has never been
So, for the body, it's divine--it
is the Divine. It's adorable, delightful; it's a
delight. No words are necessary--but the body understands! It
It is Thy rapture flaming through my
And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee;
My body Thy
vessel is and only serves
As a living wine-cup of Thy
You can't imagine how marvelous it
is.... It's really as if this body--this body, these cells--had lived for
thousands and thousands of years, gone through desert after desert after
desert, and suddenly it finds the water of
life--a water it never knew, an air it never knew, which is its first
breath ever. It's unbelievable, I assure you. It's unbelievable! It isn't
expressible--it's a fact. You can't compare it with anything.
that is life!
That is life. A life that will... build everything,
that will make Life!--which has never been, you see.
We'll see what the future has in store--that
That swelling of
delight in the body!... It's unbelievable, inexpressible!
complete revolution, a trauma in reverse. I don't know how to describe it:
it was dead and now it is living! How can you express that? And even
trying to express it is...
All my cells thrill
swept by a surge of splendour.
Rigid, stone-like, fixed like a hill or
Vast my body feels and upbears the world's weight;
large descent of the Godhead enters
Limbs that are
(Mother:) When the new way comes
in pure, unmixed, the body, the consciousness of the body, still has that
reaction of... (Mother makes a movement of
surprise) wonder at something that still seems
But that, it doesn't forget--it
doesn't forget. That leaves a marvelous imprint everywhere, in its myriad
cells. From that moment on, it--that's what helps, what will help it to
undergo that purification (indeed painful) of everything that's left of
the old fish, you see. That's the tough part: that old death that still
sticks to you, yes (laughing), the remains... of
the old fish, which must still be purified.
But it leaves such an
imprint... I don't know.
It's like a collapse in reverse. I can't
tell you: It was dead and now it is living; it was locked in a prison of
all sorts of things, and pfft, the prison is gone! You have to breathe
that to... all of sudden to appreciate the sort of CATACLYSM it creates in
that squirming--but a wonderful cataclysm! It's a reversal of everything:
there was death, and now there's life (while the body thought there was
life when there was, in fact, death). Everything is reversed. And not in
the HEAD--the body has UNDERSTOOD.
It has understood
walk a little....
(Mother:) Mentally, you can explain
everything, but it means absolutely nothing. For the body, for the
material consciousness, it's an abstraction. Once the material
consciousness has grasped something, it knows it a hundred times better
than we can know something through mental knowledge. When it knows, it
acquires the power to do--that gives the power to do.
ago, many years ago--whenever I had an experience, it was the mind that
more or less benefited from it, then spread it around and used it. Now
it's no longer that way: it's the body directly; it's the body that has
the experience, and it is much truer. There's a certain intellectual
attitude that puts a sort of veil or some... I don't know, something,
something unreal over our perception of things--it's an attitude, just an
attitude. It's as if you were looking through a veil or a... something, a
certain atmosphere. Whereas the body feels the thing in itself--it BECOMES
A World Simply
(We resumed our walk. All the trees around us
stood out with amazing clarity on the horizon. Satprem
And so they all spend their time
worshiping the tomb of Mother and Sri Aurobindo--instead of making a HOLE
They are the
ones who are
It will be
so beautiful the day when that tomb of the world, that tomb of pain and
falsehood and hoor BREAKS OPEN, when a new earth comes into being at last,
into the open air, into a delightful air, a true air, yes, really
It's a TRUE world, you know! (in a sobbing
voice) It's...TRUE. For once, it's true, simply
blessing of our times, of our century, of our... (the blessing of our
horror, one could say) is that we have reached such a horrible point
that... things will break and we'll emerge into something else. Not break
with their bombs--that's still the triumph of the old death--but something
that breaks in the human consciousness. This is perhaps the blessing of
this horrible age. Before, the Horror had a lovely mask: it had beautiful
literature, beautiful religion, beautiful spirituality. Evrything was
gilded and respectable--now it's stark naked. That, too, is a blessing.
You can no longer be deceived. There's a whole illusion that nobody can
entertain anymore; all that is finished. These are moments of grace,
precisely because the illusion is for the most part
we sit a little?
(We sat at the edge of a
beneath a beautiful tree with
a smooth, straight
(Luc:) The trouble
is that in this world--in society, let's say--if a man had such an
experience, if his cry succeeded in tearing the veil, in breaking the
fishbowl, he would instantly think he'd gone
(Satprem:) You must never forget
that that "other thing" is truly Divine: it's the pure Divine, the lived
Divine. So it takes very great care of... whatever may happen. One could
say that it automatically takes care of what's there. That's the whole
point: it's unthinkable," it's... an automatic, effortless, natural
marvel. Completely natural: "it" does exactly what is needed, and "it"
knows exactly everything there is to know.
Those who'd become
crazy are those who would have cheated in one way or another.
measured--it has to be, I should think! If you emerged completely,
entirely into it, well, there would probably be an explosion; everything
would be shattered, pulverized. As far as I can tell, it comes in stages.
In stages--that is, each time it's a deeper physical layer that is
touched. Naturally, the deeper it is, the more powerful it is.... It's
measured--there's no need of any description, of any system, because it's
marvelously and automatically Divine.
It is precisely the opposite
of everything that happens in this phony, twisted mind, which is capable
of taking the most marvelous spirituality and turning it into the most
marvelous fakery--it's the OPPOSITE of that.
In a way, it's
frightening, but it's frightening for the old death, for the old
falsehood, for everything that's twisted.
That's what has to
happen to everyone... just in the right "measure," in the right way, at
the right moment.
Only death can die!
It's... really the
Oh, you know, it's so extraordinarily simple!
falsehood can become crazy! Only what is twisted can become twisted...
obviously, had to... open the passage for the first time, because...
Someone had to do it once. And that's where the work done by Sri Aurobindo
is fantastic, you know--it's unbelievable.
I have been digging
deep and long
Mid a horror of filth and mire
A bed for the golden
A home for the deathless fire.
I have laboured and
suffered in Matter's night
To bring the fire to man;
But the hate of
hell and human spite
Are my meed since the world began....
wounds are a thousand and one
And the Titan kings assail,...
cried, "Go where none has gone!
Dig deeper, deeper yet
reach the grim foundation stone
And knock at the keyless
[I] plumged through the body's alleys blind
To the nether
I have delved through the dumb Earth's dreadful heart
heard her black mass' bell.
I have seen the source whence her agonies
And the inner reason of hell.
people, the world, are approaching that Moment. We are approaching that
moment of... the Marvel.
While, for them, it's a cataclysm, it's
"death"--but everything is upside down! Everything is upside down! For
them, we are approaching a cataclysm, the end of God knows what, of the
world. But it continues.... It's certainly the end of the fish... (that
wouldn't be too bad!) or at least of this kind of... intelligent
There are plenty
of "manuals" on how to do Yoga--there's no manual for being
And if you
are thirsty, the river comes to you; if you are not thirsty, the river
does not exist.
It does not
One day, you know, it struck me--it struck me without
warning. It seized hold of me in such an... unbearable way. I had just
turned sixty, and one night I again found myself
with the Gestapo, in that world of horror. And I thought, "So there it is:
you've dragged that horror for forty years.
You've dragged that horror for FORTY years--and you're still dragging
It was... crushing, really. I was crushed with despair. I
found myself again in that nightmare, in that perverse world, as only
humans can invent perversity. And I thought, "This has been going on for
I have had that nightmare thousands of
Well, the entire world is right in the
It was a space where nothing could be
A vast deception was the law of things
This is what you have to take back with you: That exists. There is
that Marvel--IT EXISTS.
It isn't complicated.
We just have
to realize it's
What is that
Marvel going to do? What is that Power of pure life going to do? We don't
know. There is no path--it just happens. We cannot "understand"--it just
happens. We don't know how it works.
You see, sometimes, when that
Marvel comes, it's like...I can't say, it's at once a Nectar and a torrent
of FIRE, unbearable for all that is mortal, precisely. So if you put
people face to face with a flood of FIRE and told them, "Well, go right
ahead!"--they couldn't do it. And it's obvious: you
can't do it. Well, all life is like that, with
death saying: "You can't do it. you can't do it. Listen, be reasonable;
you can't do it." It's DEATH that makes all the you-can't-do-it,
you-can't-do-it, you-can't-do-it.... And that's that--and mathematical to
So it isn't in the head that you
can do this. It must be experienced by the cells of our body! That
"you-can't-do-it" must simply cease to exist for the cells! And then it
will be over: no more "you-can't-do-it." Then everything will be
(Mother:)All the impossibilities, all the
"It-can-not-be," (it-cannot-be-done"--all that is swept away. but it's
swept away in principle, and it's trying to
become a fact, a concrete fact.
So I don't
imagine anything, I don't speculate about anything, but I know
that's how it is: that some "you-can't-do-its"
are clearing out, and all the "you-can't-do-its" will eventually clear
out, and... we'll see what happens!
But the first and foremost
magic wand of death is that "you-can't-do-it."
That's how it
possesses us. And it's a magic wand that's "scientific" to
But one can't undo the "spell" in one's mind. Only the BODY
can undo its own spell. That's the only place
where it can be undone, where you go from the fishbowl into the open air.
It's your old fish matter that emerges--it's in matter that it can be
done, that the spell can be undone, not in the brain. It may be good to
know about it intellectually, but that's not where it takes place, you
see. This is not a "liberation" up above in heaven--it takes place IN
matter. And there, well, everyone's on his own. It just
And sometimes it happens in spite of yourself and in an
unexpected way! You can't do anything about it. All you can do is to cry,
to... to do the work of a true human being, that is, a little
But the world that is coming is prodigious, you know! It
is there, approaching... waiting for us--waiting for us to get out of this
The thing is, you can't pretend anything, you can't
invent anything; it's done FOR you. It is precisely a world in which there
is no more "pretending," no more "cheating": it's the pure simplicity of
Truth--I say "Truth," but it's still an abstract word; it's PURE
simplicity, you see, like breathing air. You can't cheat. You can't
"imagine things," you can't invent things--you can't pretend. There can be
no counterfeiter, no fraud--it's the "Truth." It's PURE air. And if you
try to cheat, you die instantly! Everything that's corrupted and mortal in
you dies instantly.
(Mother:) "What You will, as You will."
Truly, you must have the concrete sensation that this [the body] does not
exist--it's just as if "utilized"--and that there is ONLY THAT. That
conscious immensity... (Mother opens her arms
wide), that IMMENSE Force, IMMENSE Vibration, which presses
and presses and presses...and then the Thing opens up, and when it opens,
that spreads out.
This is the only solution. There's no other
solution. All the rest is... aspirations, conceptions, hopes--it's still
the superman, but it isn't the supramental. It's higher humanity trying to
lift its humanity upward, but... it's useless. It doesn't work.
have such a vivid image of all that humanity grappling to raise itself,
trying to catch hold of something, but it doesn't give itself--it just
wants to take! And that won't do. It must annul itself. Then something
else can come and take its place.
That's the whole
What is absurd here is all the artificial means one must
use. Any fool has more power if he has the means of acquiring the
necessary contrivance. Whereas in the supramental world, the more
conscious you are and in harmony with the truth of things, the more
authority willpower has over matter. Authority is true authority. If you
want clothes, you must have the power to make them, a genuine power. If
you don't have that power, well, you go naked. There's no contrivance to
make up for the lack of power. Here, not once in a million is authority
the expression of something true. Everything is extraordinarily
Well, it's going to be--it will be--an
absolutely wonderful world, you know! Not in the sense that people think,
but wonderfully simple--divinely simple! No more tricks. No more gimmicks.
No more "Great Powers"--all those people loaded with "Powers": the
superyogis, superpresidents.... No more powers--the only "power" is simply
to breathe and to be. No more "powers," you see--all that is over. These
"powers" are just the tricks of Falsehood: "Me, I am capable of doing this
It's death that is
good it will feel the day when all the frauds of the world CRUMBLE! It
will feel so good!
in the meantime, they elect the next president--they always elect the next
liar. Or else they pick up the phone to call the next liar who will help
them... to die.
speak to you, brother, because you will be in that world. Not "another"
world--this one. You will be there--you will. You are already in it. You
still don't realize it completely, because... you have a job to do, and in
order to do that job effectively, you still need to wear
Mother is gracious, you know.... She is
gracious. It takes very little on our part--our poor part--it takes very
little for Her to... rush to the rescue and help.
We are very
obtuse, you know. We are precisely doing our old work of being
everything is VERY CLOSE.
We have been created... for that
Marvel... for that Delight... on