MOTHER'S AGENDA

Vol. 13

Contents

  January 1, 1972
January 2, 1972
January 5, 1972
January 8, 1972
January 12, 1972
January 15, 1972
January 19, 1972
January 22, 1972
January 26, 1972
January 29, 1972
January 30, 1972

February 1, 1972
February 2, 1972
February 5, 1972
February 7, 1972
February 8, 1972
February 9, 1972
February 10, 1972
February 11, 1972
February 12, 1972
February 16, 1972
February 19, 1972
February 22, 1972
February 23, 1972
February 26, 1972

March 1, 1972
March 4, 1972
March 8, 1972
March 10, 1972
March 11, 1972
March 15, 1972
March 17, 1972
March 18, 1972
March 19, 1972
March 22, 1972
March 24, 1972
March 25, 1972
March 29, 1972
March 29, 1972
March 30, 1972

April 2, 1972
April 2, 1972
April 3, 1972
April 4, 1972
April 5, 1972
April 6, 1972
April 8, 1972
April 12, 1972
April 13, 1972
April 15, 1972
April 19, 1972
April 22, 1972
April 26, 1972
April 29, 1972

May 4, 1972
May 6, 1972
May 7, 1972
May 13, 1972
May 17, 1972
May 19, 1972
May 20, 1972
May 24, 1972
May 26, 1972
May 27, 1972
May 29, 1972
May 31, 1972

 

June 3, 1972
June 4, 1972
June 7, 1972
June 10, 1972
June 14, 1972
June 17, 1972
June 18, 1972
June 21, 1972
June 23, 1972
June 24, 1972
June 28, 1972

July 1, 1972
July 5, 1972
July 8, 1972
July 12, 1972
July 15, 1972
July 19, 1972
July 22, 1972
July 26, 1972
July 29, 1972

August 2, 1972
August 5, 1972
August 9, 1972
August 12, 1972
August 16, 1972
August 19, 1972
August 26, 1972
August 30, 1972

September 6, 1972
September 9, 1972
September 13, 1972
September 16, 1972
September 20, 1972
September 30, 1972


October 7, 1972
October 11, 1972
October 14, 1972
October 18, 1972
October 21, 1972
October 25, 1972
October 28, 1972
October 30, 1972

 

November 2, 1972
November 4, 1972
November 8, 1972
November 11, 1972
November 15, 1972
November 18, 1972
November 22, 1972
November 25, 1972
November 26, 1972

December 2, 1972
December 6, 1972
December 9, 1972
December 10, 1972
December 13, 1972
December 16, 1972
December 20, 1972
December 23, 1972
December 26, 1972
December 27, 1972
December 30, 1972

 

January 1, 1973
January 3, 1973
January 10, 1973
January 13, 1973
January 17, 1973
January 20, 1973
January 24, 1973
January 31, 1973


February 3, 1973
February 7, 1973
February 8, 1973
February 14, 1973
February 17, 1973
February 18, 1973
February 21, 1973
February 28, 1973


March 3, 1973
March 7, 1973
March 10, 1973
March 14, 1973
March 17, 1973
March 19, 1973
March 21, 1973
March 24, 1973
March 26, 1973
March 28, 1973
March 30, 1973
March 31, 1973


April 7, 1973
April 8, 1973
April 10, 1973
April 11, 1973
April 14, 1973
April 18, 1973
April 25, 1973
April 29, 1973
April 30, 1973


May 3, 1973
May 9, 1973
May 14, 1973
May 15, 1973
May 15, 1973
May 19, 1973
And Now


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August 2, 1972

The "Formation of Death"

On several occasions since the beginning of this year 1972 - and

 actually even in a conversation of September 8, 1971, where some

 of Mother's words had a strange ring to them - Mother mentioned

 the "formation of death" she was up against. Today, again, in the

 following conversation, Mother speaks of that "formation. "

In occult terms, a "formation "is a strongly "formed" thought, or

 a concentration of force with a specific goal and a permanent exis

tence of its own. Formations can be negative or positive. In everyday

 life, for example, wills or desires or long-nurtured suggestions one

 day come to their happy or sorry fruition. The day, the success, or

the "accident" were prepared by the constant repetition of insignifi

cant little thoughts, which eventually exude their cancer or dazzling

 success. Thus Mother, who for long had had no "thoughts" or "will"

 of her own, except "what You will," was extremely sensitive and

 vulnerable to anything coming from the "outside," precisely

 because there was no more "outside" for her, she was directly and

instantly bathed in everything: she was "in" people. "My body is

 excessively sensitive," she said, "and needs to be protected from all

those things coming in. As if it had to work inside, as in an egg."

 (February 26)

We are here trying to find out what happened on November 17,

 1973: the why of things. A "tragedy" does not occur at a particular

minute or hour in History. It is the result of all the hours and little

 minutes that have prepared that particular minute or made it inevi

table. As I said earlier, I was thunderstruck on that November 18,

 1973. I was certainly the blindest of all the characters taking part in

the tragedy, for they all seemed to know in advance that she was

 going to die - at least those in her immediate entourage. But that

"knowing in advance" bears a terrible implication. Here we put

 our finger on the "formation of death" Mother was imbibing daily

 -"a perpetual discomfort," she used to say. In those repeated little

 minutes we can pinpoint the cause of what happened at 7:25 p.m.

 on November 17,1973.

There is no better eyewitness than Pranab, Mother's "bodyguard"

 since he was almost constantly physically present and even slept in

 Mother's room. Asked about the cause of Mother's departure, this is

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what he stated in a public speech on December 4, 1973 [in English]:

"On one side She had to fight the onset of decay and old age and on

 the other She was fighting against this dirt that we were constantly

 throwing upon Her. But more the failing body I hold responsible for

 what happened. Often I have seen that She was trying to counteract

 these forces but when She saw that She could not concentrate much,

 She could not talk much, She could not write much, She could not see

 people, She could not do as She wanted, because the body was failing,

 and the dirt and dust that we were throwing upon Her was increasing,

 increasing and increasing, I felt and I have seen also some kind of

despair...."

We know that all too well, alas: they thought she was old and

 disabled But Pranab adds the following, which suddenly gives us

the magnitude of the real tragedy - we could almost say the horror

 Mother had to face in her body. This is what he says, and let us

 remember we are today in August 1972:

"This thing which came now [in November 1973], I think She had

prepared me enough for it from quite a long time back. Long before,

 say, in the year 1948, when Sri Aurobindo was still living, She told

me, "I am not willing to go, I will not go, and this time there will be

 no tragedy: but if it so happens that I leave my body, then put my

body under the Service Tree." ... And lately, say, AFTER 15th AUGUST

 1972, I felt that perhaps what has happened was going to happen. I

 could not tell anybody and everybody, but to my close associates I

 said what I was feeling. Afterwards, I felt strongly that it was going

 to happen, I was counteracting this idea, saying that it should not

 happen. But behind everything the idea was there."

Thus, day in and day out Mother was imbibing their thoughts of

 death: she was GOING to die. And for her this was no "thought":

things had become "concrete" for her. Her body, the consciousness

of her body felt itself in the grip of death.

As in all tragedies in human History, there is not a particular

 person to blame. Humans only incarnate certain types of force or

 character-they come, die, triumph and vanish - but the forces

 remain and continue to animate millions and millions of unknown

little humans here and there, who are silently "responsible" and

 the invisible actors in the drama. There is no one to put on trial

here- except millions who are but ourselves. It would therefore be

 absurd to say that Pranab was the author, or the sole author, of

 that "formation" ("Everywhere, there are wills that it [the body]

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 should die!" she said), but he certainly fostered it and transmitted

 it, and because he was physically present all the time, Mother

had to breathe that horror constantly. Ultimately there remains

this haunting question, the only one perhaps: Could it have been

 otherwise?

***

Would you like a portrait of Sri Aurobindo?

Blue or all golden? Gold's better!

(silence)

There are two formations like this (gesture confronting each other), like two wrestlers: one formation is that I will die on Sri Aurobindo's birthday; the other formation is that I am undergoing the necessary transformation to span humanity to the Supramental. Both formations are as ... they're like this (same gesture facing each other) and....

When this formation [of death] makes itself felt, an awareness comes that there's hardly any difference between life and physical death, in that anything, at any time, can send you over to the other side. Then, with the other formation, there's a feeling that ... (how can I put it?) the body's frailty is due to a need for the consciousness to change so it can manifest the Supramental.

And I am like this (gesture between the two).

But the body has learned to remain quiet in either case.

(silence)

Why, but why am I not told what will happen? I don't know.... I think it's to insure a kind of very passive state.

(silence)

And you? How are you?

Well, I would really like to understand the mechanics of the

 subconscient's transformation. I just don't understand the

 word "transformation." "Dissolution," is understandable; I

 mean, some movements come to the surface (sometimes you

 even see them symbolically the night before), they rise to the

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 surface, perform their little trick, their little mischief, you

 more or less control them, then they come in contact with the

 Light, and pff! sink back again....[257]

(Mother nods)

But at the first opportunity, they surge up again, and everything starts anew.

Horrid. It's just what is happening to me now.

But then, how do you ... ? You seemed to be saying that it gets

 transformed by coming in contact with the Light. But it looks

like it isn't transformed at all: it simply sinks into the depths

 and surges up again at the first opportunity.

No, something is transformed, but it's slow, slow, slow....

(silence)

It's like asking a rock to become air!

(silence)

And what I find fascinating is that the more microscopic and tiny it is, the more power it seems to have!

Really! ...

(Mother takes Satprem's hands

 and plunges in till the end)

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