Agenda de l’action Supramentale sur la Terre. The 'psychological preparation' of Satprem for his role as The Mother's confidant, as She narrated her experiences of the 'yoga of the cells' from 1951-1973.
This first volume is mostly what could be called the "psychological preparation" of Satprem. Mother's confidant had to be prepared, not only to understand the evolutionary meaning of Mother's discoveries, to follow the tenuous thread of man's great future unravelled through so many apparently disconcerting experiences - which certainly required a steady personal determination for more than 19 years! - but also, in a way, he had to share the battle against the many established forces that account for the present human mode of being and bear the onslaught of the New Force. Satprem - "True Love" - as Mother called him, was a reluctant disciple. Formed in the French Cartesian mold, a freedom fighter against the Nazis and in love with his freedom, he was always ready to run away, and always coming back, drawn by a love greater than his love for freedom. Slowly she conquered him, slowly he came to understand the poignant drama of this lone and indomitable woman, struggling in the midst of an all-too-human humanity in her attempt to open man's golden future. Week after week, privately, she confided to him her intimate experiences, the progress of her endeavour, the obstacles, the setbacks, as well as anecdotes of her life, her hopes, her conquests and laughter: she was able to be herself with him. He loved her and she trusted him. It is that simple.
Figure-toi que je croyais perdre l’ouïe! Mais je m’aperçois que je n’entends pas parce que... parce que je suis ailleurs.
Juste maintenant, j’ai fait une petite concentration et je me suis branchée sur ta voix. Et il n’y a pas un mot qui m’ait échappé! C’est devenu clair, absolument clair.
Généralement je ne suis pas là. Et il y a des gens que j’entends, d’autres que je n’entends pas. Mais je ne croyais pas que cela dépendait de cela: je croyais que je perdais l’ouïe. Mais à l’instant, j’ai tout arrêté, tout, fait une concentration et branché – c’est devenu si clair!
Au fond, ce doit être la même chose pour mes yeux. De temps en temps je vois admirablement, et de temps en temps c’est flou. Et ce doit être pour la même raison... Probablement, il faut que j’apprenne à me concentrer!
Oui, tu peux rire – me concentrer sur ce que je fais. Pas me concentrer dedans... Justement, je suis un peu trop concentrée!
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