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.
Natürlich datieren wir die alten Entretiens, aber nicht jeder achtet auf das Datum. Wie kann das mit den Dingen von jetzt vermischt werden, die auf einer völlig anderen Ebene liegen!
In einer bestimmte Erfahrung befindet man sich vollkommen außerhalb der Zeit, das heißt, früher, später, oben, unten, all das ist dasselbe. In dieser Identifikation, im Augenblick der Identifikation gibt es weder Vergangenheit noch Gegenwart noch Zukunft mehr. Und das ist wirklich die einzige Art zu wissen.
Je weiter die Erfahrungen sich entwickeln, um so mehr machen mir diese alten Entretiens den Eindruck von jemandem, der um einen Garten herumgeht und beschreibt, was darin liegt. Doch es kommt der Punkt, wo man in den Garten hineintritt, und dann weiß man etwas besser, was darin liegt! Ich beginne hineinzugehen. Ich beginne.
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