Agenda de l’action Supramentale sur la Terre. Others too had to understand Her secret - her own disciples, Nations. Will she be heard? Will she be allowed to pursue her experience? '... The body knows that the work will go on and on and on...'
The last turning point of Mother's yoga, and she comes out of it with this cry: "I have walked a long, long time. There was nothing but a constant cry, as if everything were torn away from me. It was the whole problem of the world." And this Agenda is more and more strewn with heartrending little cries. It was not enough to have found the secret for herself, the others too had to understand, her own disciples, Nations locked in their egoistic power: "They have no faith! 'She is old, she is old', an atmosphere of resistance to the change; 'it is impossible, impossible' from all sides.... Not a single minute should be wasted - I am in a hurry.... The reign of the Divine must, oh, must come!.... If the entire Russian block were to turn to the right side, that would be an enormous support! The victory is certain, but I don't know which path will be followed to reach it.... We must cling, cling so tightly to Truth.... They don't listen to me any more." She is 93, groping her way into the unknown: "I see more clearly with eyes closed than with eyes open, and it is a physical vision, purely physical, but a kind of physical that seems more complete. The consciousness of the cells is what has to change, all the rest will follow naturally! I have the feeling I am on my way to discovering the illusion that must be destroyed so that physical life may go on uninterrupted - death is the result of a distortion of consciousness." Will she be heard? Will she be allowed to pursue her experience? "Only a violent death could halt the transformation; otherwise the body knows that the work will go on and on and on...." And this cry again: "There will be a miracle! But what, I don't know."
Tout le monde se dispute! Tout le monde, partout. Des disputes, des disputes, des disputes – tout le temps, la nuit, le jour, tout le temps.
La nuit aussi!
Oui! (rires)
Et en même temps, il y a la solution: un cal-me im-per-tur-ba-ble. C’est comme si ça voulait apprendre la leçon à ce corps. Mais des disputes ridicules, n’est-ce pas, tout le monde, tout le monde. Les uns accusent les autres – ils s’accusent réciproquement – et tout le monde dit des mensonges! Tout est tordu. Tout est tordu, rien n’est clair. Je n’ai jamais (mon Dieu, il y a longtemps que je suis ici), je n’ai jamais vu ça comme cela. Avec un acharnement terrible. Et mon corps est conscient que s’il perd une minute ce calme intérieur, il va tomber très malade. Il est juste comme cela (geste en suspens sur une crête), comme prêt à basculer dans un trou.
C’est dégoûtant.
Une seule solution (Mère étend ses bras): un calme imperturbable.
C’est un calme concret. C’est curieux. C’est concret. C’est comme si on pouvait le toucher (Mère appuie les paumes de ses mains sur un invisible roc)... C’est curieux.
(Mère entre dans le Calme pendant une demi-heure en tenant les mains du disciple)
Tu sens comme c’est concret?
Oui-oui, c’est massif.
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