Manifestation
of Supramental Power in Action
It
was yesterday, I think, in the night (not last night, the
night before, the 6th of June [1963], that is) for more
than three hours without stop, there was no consciousness
of anything any more - not a thought, not a will, not an
action, not an observation, nothing. Everything was at a
standstill. For instance, all that happens when you have
experiences and you work in the subconscient - all that,
everything, everything was at a standstill. It was like
the action of a Force. Without any thought or idea, only
the sensation and a sort of perception (awareness
is the right word) of a Force, but a stupendous Force, you
know, like the Force of the earth—all the combinations
of the forces along with an action that came from above
and worked on them. It was going through me (especially
around the head down to the chest, but it was going on in
the whole body, and it was spherical), it went through me
and out, and out, and out in this direction, that direction,
another direction, innumerable directions, and nothing but
movements of Force (there was something like a perception
of colors, but not in the ordinary way: like a knowledge
that certain vibrations corresponded to a particular color),
but it was an incalculable MASS, almost…indefinite,
at any rate, and simultaneous. At first I said to myself
(laughing), "What's going on?" Then I
thought, "All right, it doesn't matter, I'll just let
it happen." And it went on and on and on—three
hours without letup.
I
didn't know…I didn't know anything any more, didn't
understand anything any more, had no bearings any more;
there was only a Force on the move, and what Force! It was
a Force that came from beyond and acted upon all the forces
of the earth: on bid things, on small things, on small,
precise points, on enormous things, and it was going on
and on and on, on this point, that point, all points together
and everywhere.…I suppose that if the mind had been
associated with the experience, it would have gone a bit
mad! It gave that impression, you see, because it was so
overwhelming that …And all the time, all the time in
the physical center (the physical center, that is, in the
corporeal base), with something in an ecstatic state; it
was very interesting how that ecstasy—an ecstasy that
sparkled like a diamond—was there, so sweet, so sweet,
so peaceful, as though it were there all the while, telling
the body, Don't be afraid, (laughing) don't worry,
don't be afraid, all is well." As though the supreme
Power were saying all the while, "Don't worry, don't
worry, leave it to me…." It lasted more than three
hours.
I
wondered, "What will my condition be like when I get
up? Completely dazed, or what?"—Very quiet, nothing
different, with only a sort of…something that was smiling
and saying, "Oh, so things CAN be that way."
The
mind was absolutely silent, absolutely: all the connections
with all that people keep sending from everywhere were cut
- all of it was completely gone. There were only the universal
forces in action, with something that came from above and
impregnated them all, send them all out. And with it, a
point—it was like a point in that immensity—a
sparkling point, absolutely ecstatic, in such a peace! An
extraordinary ecstasy, which was deliberately saying, "Don't
worry; you can see what's going on, can't you, so don't
worry, don't worry," because certainly the thing had
gone beyond all possible individual proportions.
It's
the first time. I've had currents of force, I've had actions
on the earth, I've had forces coming to me, all sorts of
things; but this was different: it was all of that together.
It was everywhere at the same time, everything at the same
time, with that Inrush, and it was…There was certainly
something that wanted me to be very quiet and not to worry.
It was necessary that I should keep very quiet.
I
had a feeling that I was given the awareness of something
that's taking place right now. Because at night, generally,
I disconnect myself from everything and universalize myself
- no, "universalize" isn't the word: I identify
myself with the Lord. That's my way of resting. I do it
every night, it is the time when I have my deep rest. But
now I've been made aware of this Force at work. Often experiences
come (there have been a number of them lately), but it's
the first time this one has come, because… It was certainly
something happening FOR the earth; but it didn't come from
the center of forces that generally acts on the earth. It
wasn't the usual working of forces on the earth. It was
"something happening." And it gave the sense that
the earth was very small—the movement was towards the
earth, it was for the earth, but the earth was very small.
Very small.
(silence)
There
were no psychological perceptions (what I call "psychological
perceptions" are, for instance, vibrations of love,
vibrations of peace, vibrations of light, vibrations of
knowledge, of power), they weren't there in that form, it
wasn't that. Still, all that must have been there, because
there were many things, many things that were all one thing,
but one thing which assumed different forms; but I didn't
see forms, I didn't see the colors. It was only a question
of pure sensation. A pure vibratory sensation: only vibration,
vibrations, vibrations, on a… colossal scale.
It is a new experience.
(silence)
Obviously,
there was… there must have been a cause for alarm,
because as soon as I became conscious of the experience
(it started before I became conscious of it; when I did,
it seemed to me it had already been going on for a long
time; so when I say three hours, it means three hours during
which I was conscious, but it had started long before; it
was around eleven at night and lasted till three in the
morning), so the second I was made conscious of the "thing,"
obviously there was a cause for alarm, because immediately
I was told, "You see ,this is what is going on,"
and it was thanks to that ecstasy in the body that there
was no alarm: "Oh, things are fine, everything is fine."
And when the experience was over, it didn't end like an
experience exhausting itself; it ended as if, very slowly,
the thing were, not exactly veiled to my consciousness,
but as if my consciousness were turned away from it, with
the feeling, "Don't worry." At the start and at
the end. All the same, when I woke up, I thought (because
my head felt strange, there was a bizarre sensation as if
I had become quite swollen! Swollen, inordinately swollen),
I thought, "Maybe when I get up tomorrow morning (I
get up at 4:30), I'll find myself in a complete daze!"
That's why I observed—but everything was fine, there
only remained that sort of feeling of being swollen. I feel
(yet it was two nights ago, not last night), I feel as if
my head were swollen! But the clear-headedness is the same
as ever!! (laughing) Nothing's been disturbed!
(silence)
On
the contrary, there is a sort of…like an acuteness,
something more acute in the perception, a little bit ironic
- I don't know why. A magnified impression that all the
things in the world are much ado about nothing, a lot of
fuss about nothing—I've had that feeling for…for
centuries, I could say, but there is in addition something
ever so slightly acute and ironic.
But otherwise, crystal clear!
(silence)
If
someone could tell me…
But I am not supposed to know, evidently. Probably I am
too much of chatterbox(!), I always tell you all my stories,
which probably isn't necessary, so I am not told. But, you
know, people are so fond of putting labels on things: "This
is what it is, that is what it is…." We don't
want that! It sounds so "smart," you know, like
newspapers headlines: "The latest development."
(Mother sketches big, sensational headlines) We
don't want that.
You
may have an experience for an hour, two hours sometimes,
but there was an impression that…all of a sudden I
was made aware. And that I participated: this (the body)
was allowed to participate, because for some reason that
I don't know (maybe because of the work going on in the
body, I don't know, that must be why), it seemed necessary
that I should participate. But the impression is that something
stupendous is happening right now.
You
see, when I had that experience of the pulsation of Love
in April last year, I had the perception of the color, the
"psychological" perception of the state I was
in (how can I explain?), for instance, the quality of the
vibration of Love (something that has absolutely nothing
to do with earthly things). At the time, I was That, I was
those vibrations, but I was fully aware of the quality of
those vibrations, and remained so for months—this is
completely different! It was nothing but an action. NOTHING
but an action. And an action, you know, in which the human
body is less than an ant. Much less than an ant: an imperceptible
point. Yet there seemed to be ONLY this body! As if this
body alone were there and it were going through that. This
body was a body…it wasTHE body! And that point—that
comforting point of ecstasy—was very small. Very small.
But it was there, quite insistent, very conscious, telling
me, "Don't interfere; leave it to me entirely, all
is well—see, all is well." Very small, very small….Yet
it was my body: I tell you, my head still seems swollen!
Strange.
(silence)
But
are they new forces, or is it something going on habitually?
Is it a new work on the earth, or is it that you have
seen something that goes on habitually but which you were
unaware previously?
I
wondered…. But the question isn't put correctly. It
is something eternal which, because of what happened at
that time (not at that minute, because, as I said, it must
have been going on long before and long afterwards)…
it has become something new, for that reason, BECAUSE of
what happened. Coming back to all the things we know, we
could say (but that's the usual idle talk) that is something
newly manifested.
But
my impression was…an impression of Eternity. An Eternity
BEYOND TIME (not something that lasts forever: something
timeless), yes, the word would be: "manifesting,"
"making itself perceptible," or "becoming
active"—that's not it, because… Yes, acting,
becoming perceptibly because it acts.
That was my impression.
I could also say: something universal which becomes individual;
not individual in the sense of a small person, but conscious
of itself.
But the remarkable thing is that it had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
to do with all the intellectual activity, high or low -
nothing. Nothing. Nothing to do with knowledge, or observation,
discernment, intellectual perception, understanding, judgement
and whatever…. Nothing, nothing, nothing to do with
all that. It was… a Force in motion.
"Force"
means nothing! Force is something very small. It's…the
impression of "something" stupendous!
It had nothing to do with either Knowledge or Light or understanding
(the whole angle of light and intellectual knowledge); nothing
to do with Love (which I had felt last time and which has
its own particular vibration). The best definition we could
give is Power. It was Power in its most formidable aspect—crushing.
With REAL All-Powerfulness; Power in its all-powerfulness,
with that something unshakable, immutable, untouchable.
Yes, really Power, that's right.
But
Power, you understand…For example, a hurricane's power
is nothing in comparison. All the powers a human being can
withstand, even probably imagine, are nothing—nothing
… it's (Mother blows in the air) like soap
bubbles.
The
feeling of something that can be neither withstood nor felt,
because of its formidable state.
And it was quite clear that solicitude, the supreme Solicitude,
took great care to reassure me: "All is well."
Without that, obviously, the feeling was that everything,
everything was going to be dissolved.
So if we use our little wits, maybe we can say it's the
supramental Power which has manifested, I don't know.
(silence)
But
there was no perception of light, nothing that might give
a hint; there was no perception of feelings or love to give
a hint. There was nothing of the kind, nothing—only
something that makes you puff out your cheeks in disbelief(!),
so formidable that it's indescribable. Indescribable.
Evidently
it's Power.
We always conceive of power acting ON something, ON an object,
with an object, WITH A VIEW to realizing something; we cannot
separate the two—but it was none of that, it was…
Power in action. But not an action ON something.
I had the feeling it was a decisive turning point which
far exceeded my little understanding.
(silence)
We
will know, one day.
But the explanation comes afterwards: it's brought down
to our small scale… (laughing) to make us
happy!
8
June 1963
- The Mother
