Mother’s Agenda, Volume 3. 1962

Mother’s Agenda This is the year of the Cuban missile crisis and the first Sino-Indian conflict. “Could it be the first sign of something really … big? It seems something has been profoundly disrupted, in the depths,” Mother said. Indeed, the whole earth is disrupted. This year Mother emerges into a “third position” in her body. Neither life nor death as we know it. Another side of the “web” where physical laws no longer apply and which curiously resembles the subatomic world of “black holes”: time is changed, space is changed, death is changed. Could this be the material site, in the body, where the laws of the world are overturned – they were only our self-imagined laws – and where evolution opens on an incredible bodily freedom, a third position that will be the position of the next species on earth? “The body is beginning to obey another law. The sense of time is disappearing into a moving immobility… A mass of infinite force, like pure super electricity… A movement of undulating, corporeal waves, as vast as the earth… All the organs are changed; everything follows a different rhythm. Such a tremendous power, and so free! Something different … it’s something different! I don’t know if I am living or dead… The nature of my nights is changing, the nature of my days is changing… The physical vibration is becoming porous… No more axis – gone, blown away! It can go forward, backward, or anywhere at all… Ubiquity, or something like that.” And then this cry: “Death is an illusion, illness is an illusion! Life and death are one and the same thing! It’s just a shift of consciousness. Why, this is fantastic!” And then a simple discovery, in the flesh: “The closer you come to the cell, the more the cell says, ‘But I am immortal!'” A third cellular position in which “one becomes incapable of dying because death no longer has a reality.” Has Mother uncovered another reality of Matter this year, at the age of 84? “Right there, just in the background, is a sort of fairy tale… Something in the making that will be exceedingly beautiful, beyond all expression: a beautiful story Sri Aurobindo was trying to bring down onto the earth – and it’s sure to come!”

Key Contents & Featured Essays Include:

• Month-by-month conversations, January – December 1962

About This Edition: The Mother’s Agenda is the record of the Mother’s daily conversations with Satprem — her experiences in the cellular consciousness, her vision of the supramental transformation of matter, and her guidance for the Yoga. This volume covers 1962. The text is translated from the French original (Institut de Recherches Evolutives) and follows the standard thirteen-volume English edition, with the Mother’s words preserved as recorded by Satprem.

Book Details

Author: The Mother

Print Length: 309 pages

Publisher: Institut de Recherches Evolutives

Contributor: House of Mother’s Agenda

Book format: PDF, ePub

Language: English

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Contents

January

• January 9, 1962
• January 12, 1962
• January 12, 1962
• January 15, 1962
• January 21, 1962
• January 24, 1962
• January 27, 1962

February

• February 3, 1962
• February 6, 1962
• February 9, 1962
• February 13, 1962
• February 17, 1962
• February 24, 1962
• February 27, 1962

March

• March 3, 1962
• March 6, 1962
• Undated (March) 1962
• March 11, 1962
• March 13, 1962

April

• April 3, 1962
• April 13, 1962
• April 20, 1962
• April 28, 1962

May

• May 8, 1962
• May 13, 1962
• May 15, 1962
• May 18, 1962
• May 22, 1962
• Undated (end of May) 1962
• May 24, 1962
• May 27, 1962
• May 29, 1962
• May 31, 1962

June

• June 2, 1962
• June 6, 1962
• June 9, 1962
• June 12, 1962
• June 16, 1962
• June 20, 1962
• June 23, 1962
• June 27, 1962
• June 30, 1962

July

• July 4, 1962
• July 7, 1962
• July 11, 1962
• July 14, 1962
• July 18, 1962
• July 21, 1962
• July 25, 1962
• July 28, 1962
• July 31, 1962

August

• August 4, 1962
• August 8, 1962
• August 11, 1962
• August 14, 1962
• August 18, 1962
• August 25, 1962
• August 28, 1962
• August 31, 1962

September

• September 5, 1962
• September 8, 1962
• September 15, 1962
• September 18, 1962
• September 22, 1962
• September 26, 1962
• September 29, 1962

October

• October 3, 1962
• October 6, 1962
• October 12, 1962
• October 16, 1962
• October 20, 1962
• October 24, 1962
• October 27, 1962
• October 30, 1962

November

• November 3, 1962
• November 7, 1962
• November 10, 1962
• November 14, 1962
• November 17, 1962
• November 20, 1962
• November 23, 1962
• November 27, 1962
• November 30, 1962

December

• December 4, 1962
• December 8, 1962
• December 12, 1962
• December 15, 1962
• December 19, 1962
• December 22, 1962
• December 25, 1962
• December 28, 1962

Sample

January

9, 1962 (Mother has been unwell the past few days and is receiving almost no one.) Are you better? I think so! (Mother laughs) I don’t know. It’s strange, these attacks… bizarre; they seem to have nothing to do with my state of health. It’s a sort of… decentralization. You see, to form a body all the cells are concentrated by a kind of centripetal force that binds them together. Well, now it’s just the opposite! A kind of centrifugal force seems to be dispersing them. When it gets a bit too much I go out of my body; outwardly I seem to faint – but I don’t faint, I remain fully conscious. So obviously this creates a sort of… bizarre disorganization. And there’s a strange thing about it, which so far I haven’t figured out: it always happens (it has already happened three times, and that’s a lot for me) when X 1 comes, the night before he arrives. Yes. Ah! It doesn’t surprise you either? No, I have noticed that his arrival triggers something off. Someone happened to be there last time so I didn’t fall and hurt myself. But this time I was alone in my bathroom and… actually I was going through a phenomenon of consciousness in which I was spreading over the world – spreading PHYSICALLY, that’s the strange thing! The sensation is in the CELLS. There was a movement of diffusion in me, becoming more and more rapid and intense, and then suddenly I found myself on the floor. There’s a seat in my bathroom upstairs, and between the seat and the wall are two small tables (not tables, but small stools where a few things are kept), and a porcelain towel bar (luckily, everything has rounded corners). I found myself wedged in between the seat and the two small tables (a space about this wide!). And all that matter – the material substance of the table and the obje…