(Mother prepares to read a letter of Sri Aurobindo in the original English.)
Do you understand when I read?
Certainly I do! But it will tire you.
No, it doesnt tire me.
(Mother reads)
The body-mind
And there is too an obscure mind of the body, of the very cells, molecules, corpuscles. Haeckel, the German materialist, spoke somewhere of the will in the atom, and recent science, dealing with the incalculable individual variation in the activity of the electrons, comes near to perceiving that this is not a figure but the shadow thrown by a secret reality. This body-mind is a very tangible truth; owing to its obscurity and mechanical clinging to past movements and facile oblivion and rejection of the new, we find in it one of the chief obstacles to permeation by the supermind Force and the transformation of the functioning of the body. On the other hand, once effectively converted, it will be one of the most precious instruments for the stabilisation of the supramental Light and Force in material Nature.
(XXII.340)
It corresponds exactly to my own experience.
It is this mind of the cells which seizes upon a mantra or a japa and eventually repeats it automatically, and with what persistence! That is to say, CONTINUALLY. Thats what Sri Aurobindo means when he says it can be a help: it keeps at things indefinitely (Mother clenches her fist in an unwavering gesture).
A few days ago, at the end of an activity or a situation which demanded an effort, almost a struggle, I heard (its odd), I heard the cells repeat my mantra! It was like a choir in which each cell was repeating the mantra, automatically. Well, this is odd! I thought. And it was just after that, the next day and the day after, that someone showed me this letter.
It is astonishingly true.
I heard it I heard THE CELLS repeating the mantra. Automatically, in the difficulty (there was a difficulty), they were repeating the mantra. Like a choir, an immense choir in a church, it was very odd. As if there were lots of little voices, innumerable little voices repeating and repeating the same sound. It gave me the impression of a church choir, but with lots and lots and lots of choirboystiny little voices. Yet the sound was very clear, I was dumbfounded: very clear. The sound of the mantra.
But is this the mind the Tantrics use? For instance, when you speak of the deep blue light in the physical mind, is it the same cellular mind?
I dont think so.
Because its also through japa, mantras, the awakening of the physical consciousness, that the Tantric power operates.
I think their power comes from a higher layer [higher than the cellular mind]. Because their action is very cerebral: its effect is always here (gesture at the forehead and temples), it takes you here (same gesture)its even painful!
Its cerebral.
But how does that power act in Matter? Because they do have a power over Matter.
Because its very material the brain is material! Its just a little less mechanical than the cellular mind. But it Is material; it isnt the higher mind, certainly: its a mind confined to the body (same gesture to the temples). But the mind I was speaking of, the body-mind, is EVERYWHERE, in every cell: every cell has it within it; whereas that power is specifically situated at the brain level. Its a very cerebral action, enveloping the forehead and the lower part of the face, not even down to the throat.
***
How is your writing coming on? All right?
Yes, I am no longer tired as I was before, but Its a domain that seems so mechanical to me!
Yet I put the Force in it.
I put the Force in it, because I can SEE your yantram like this (Mother closes her eyes and says aloud): 6, 12, 30.
I see it, it exists.
It has a reality now.
And theres a rhythma very nice rhythm: 6, 12, 30, 48.
Can you see when I say it?
It has become real, I can assure you.
***
Shortly afterwards:
Yesterday I saw a seven-month-old baby who is a sage.
He looks at you with his soul. When I looked at him, his eyes lit up.
Doesnt cry, doesnt speak, but he made a sort of noisehe stretched out his arms to me and seemed to say, Aaah! Then I took him in my arms, and he laid his head there, on my hear the didnt close his eyes, he became ecstatic.
Extraordinary! I have never seen that before, its the first time ever.
Then Champaklal (who had brought the baby) didnt want him to go without having touched my feet (I thought it was going to cause a disaster): Champaklal put him on the floor, bent his head forwardas soon as the baby saw my feet, he caught them with his two hands, one hand on each foot!
Seven months old!
And not a noise: only that Aaah!
He had never seen Champaklal before; Champaklal took him, he didnt say anything, didnt protest: he was upright, sitting upright on Champaklals arm.
His eyes! Eyes that look within already. When I looked into his eyes, there was an immediate responsea response I have rarely seen in peoples eyes here.
He didnt ask for anything, he was happy. And all of a sudden, that Aaah! I took him in my armshe immediately put his head here, on my heart. Didnt move any more.
I dont know who it is.
I thought I would know afterwards, but I dont. I dont know. I have only a kind of knowledge in the background that its not a complete person, its an emanation of someone who has come and established himself there consciously. But someone I wouldnt be surprised if I were told its Sri Aurobindo. As if Sri Aurobindo had made an emanation and put it there (I dont say so, I dont know). But its not just anyone or anything.1
Either its one of the unincarnate beings, or else its Sri Aurobindo, who has allowed himself that indulgence!
He is very small, very small, but not with a big head and a small body: well-proportioned. Very small, no bigger than this. Seven months old.
But well-formed: lovely hands, lovely arms, lovely feet. Very well-formed.
Its a new thing, I have never seen such a baby, never.
He came to earth in America (thats already a sign), but his parents are Indians. Entirely conceived and formed, all nine months, in America. And born in America. He spent the first four or five months of his life in America.
His mother, before marrying, told me, I will have a child only when I want it and, I hope, in the way I want it. It was no accident.
Ah, wed better get to work!
Mother will see the child again four years later and will then discover in him an emanation of an ancient Pharaoh (See Agenda, May 10, 1967).
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