Mother's Agenda, 1951-1960 Or Volume 1
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Mother’s Agenda I 1951-1960 Translated from French Institut de Recherches Evolutives This book was first published in France under the title L'Agenda de Mère —1951-1960 © 1978 Institut de Recherches Évolutives, Paris Rendered into English under the direction of Satprem Table of Contents INTRODUCTION Topographical Note 1951-1957. Notes and Fragments February 1951 Undated 1951 March 14, 1952 August 2, 1952 Undated 195(?) April 1954 August 1954 August 25, 1954 March 26, 1955 April 4, 1955 June 9, 1955 September 3, 1955 September 15, 1955 October 19, 1955 October (?) 1955 October 1955 January (?) 1956 Undated 1956 January (?) 1956 Undated 1956 Undated 1956 February 29, 1956 March 19, 1956 March 20, 1956 March 21, 1956 Undated 1956 April 4, 1956 April 20, 1956 April 23, 1956 April 24, 1956 Undated 1956 Undated 1956 May 2, 1956 July 29, 1956 August 10, 1956 September 12, 1956 September 14, 1956 October 7, 1956 October 8, 1956 October 28, 1956 November 22, 1956 December 12, 1956 December 26, 1956 January 1, 1957 January 18, 1957 March 3, 1957 April 9, 1957 Undated 1957 April 22, 1957 July 3, 1957 July 18, 1957 Undated 1957 September 27, 1957 October 8, 1957 October 17, 1957 October 18, 1957 November 12, 1957 November 13, 1957 Undated 1957 Undated 1957 Undated 1957 December 13, 1957 December 21, 1957 Undated 1957 January 1, 1958 Undated 1958 January 22, 1958 January 25, 1958 Undated 1958 February 3, 1958 February 3, 1958 February 1958 Undated 1958 February 15, 1958 February 25, 1958 February 1958 March 7, 1958 April 3, 1958 Undated 1958 May 1, 1958 May 10, 1958 May 11, 1958 May 17, 1958 May 30, 1958 June 6, 1958 June 1958 June 1958 (?) June 22, 1958 July 2, 1958 July 5, 1958 July 6, 1958 July 1958 July 19, 1958 July 21, 1958 July 23, 1958 July (?) 1958 August 7, 1958 August 8, 1958 August 9, 1958 August 12, 1958 August 29, 1958 August 30, 1958 September 1958 September 16, 1958 September 19, 1958 October 1, 1958 October 4, 1958 Undated 1958 October 6, 1958 October 10, 1958 October 17, 1958 October 25, 1958 November 2, 1958 November 4, 1958 Undated 1958 November 8, 1958 November 11, 1958 November 14, 1958 November 15, 1958 November 20, 1958 November 22, 1958 November 26, 1958 November 27, 1958 November 28, 1958 November 30, 1958 December 1958 December 4, 1958 December 15, 1958 December 24, 1958 December 28, 1958 January 6, 1959 January 14, 1959 January 21, 1959 January 27, 1959 January 31, 1959 March 10, 1959 March (? ) 1959 March (?) 1959 March (?) 1959 March 1959 March 26, 1959 March (?) 1959 March (?) 1959 End March (?) 1959 April 7, 1959 April 13, 1959 Undated 1959 April 21, 1959 April 23, 1959 April 24, 1959 Early May 1959 May 1959 Early May 1959 May 1959 May 7, 1959 May 19, 1959 May 1959 May 25, 1959 May 28, 1959 June 3, 1959 June 4, 1959 June 7, 1959 June 8, 1959 June 9, 1959 June 11, 1959 June 13, 1959 June 13, 1959 June 17, 1959 June 25, 1959 July 9, 1959 July 10, 1959 July 14, 1959 July 24-25, 1959 August 11, 1959 August 15, 1959 October 6, 1959 October 15, 1959 November 25, 1959 Prayers of the Consciousness of the Cells (1951 - 1959) January 28, 1960 January 31, 1960 March 3, 1960 March 7, 1960 April 7, 1960 April 13, 1960 April 14, 1960 April 20, 1960 April 24, 1960 April 26, 1960 May 6, 1960 May 16, 1960 May 21, 1960 May 24, 1960 May 28, 1960 Undated May (?) 1960 June 3, 1960 June 4, 1960 Undated June 1960 June 7, 1960 June 11, 1960 Undated, June 1960 July 12, 1960 July 15, 1960 July 18, 1960 July 23, 1960 July 26, 1960 August 10, 1960 August 16, 1960 August 20, 1960 August 27, 1960 September 2, 1960 September 20, 1960 September 24, 1960 October 2, 1960 October 2, 1960 October 8, 1960 October 11, 1960 October 15, 1960 October 19, 1960 October 22, 1960 October 25, 1960 October 30, 1960 November 5, 1960 November 8, 1960 Undated, 1960 November 12, 1960 November 15, 1960 November 26, 1960 December 2, 1960 December 13, 1960 December 17, 1960 December 20, 1960 December 23, 1960 December 25, 1960 December 31, 1960 This Agenda... is my gift to those who love me Mother Come towards the future. 1893 (age 15) In each thing, in each atom, is the Divine Presence. Man's mission is to make it manifest. 1910 The obstacle is bound up with the very reason of the work to be accomplished: such is the present state of physical matter's imperfection. Thus whatever the possible degree of the perfection, the consciousness, the knowledge of our deepest being, the very fact of its incarnation in a physical body creates obstacles to the purity of its manifestation; however, the aim of its incarnation is victory over these obstacles, the transformation of matter. May 21, 1912 The conditions in which men live upon earth are the result of their state of consciousness. To want to change the conditions without changing the consciousness is a vain chimera. Mother INTRODUCTION When we have passed beyond humanity, then we shall be the Man. Sri Aurobindo This AGENDA ... One day, another species among men will pore over this fabulous document as over the tumultuous drama that must have surrounded the birth of the first man among the hostile hordes of a great, delirious Paleozoic. A first man is the dangerous contradiction of a certain simian logic, a threat to the established order that so genteelly ran about amid the high, indefeasible ferns – and to begin with, it does not even know that it is a man. It wonders, indeed, what it is. Even to itself it is strange, distressing. It does not even know how to climb trees any longer in its usual way – and it is terribly disturbing for all those who still climb trees in the old, millennial way. Perhaps it is even a heresy. Unless it is some cerebral disorder? A first man in his little clearing had to have a great deal of courage. Even this little clearing was no longer so sure. A first man is a perpetual question. What am I, then, in the midst of all that? And where is my law? What is the law? And what if there were no more laws? ... It is terrifying. Mathematics – out of order. Astronomy and biology, too, are beginning to respond to mysterious influences. A tiny point huddled in the center of the world’s great clearing. But what is all this, what if I were ‘mad’? And then, claws all around, a lot of claws against this uncommon creature. A first man ... is very much alone. He is quite unbearable for the pre-human ‘reason.’ And the surrounding tribes growled like red monkies in the twilight of Guiana. One day, we were like this first man in the great, stridulant night of the Oyapock. Our heart was beating with the rediscovery of a very ancient mystery – suddenly, it was absolutely new to be a man amidst the diorite cascades and the pretty red and black coral snakes slithering beneath the leaves. It was even more extraordinary to be a man than our old confirmed tribes, with their infallible equations and imprescriptible biologies, could ever have dreamed. It was an absolutely uncertain ‘quantum’ that delightfully eluded whatever one thought of it, including perhaps what even the scholars thought of it. It flowed otherwise, it felt otherwise. It lived in a kind of flawless continuity with the sap of the giant balata trees, the cry of the macaws and the scintillating water of a little fountain. It ‘understood’ in a very different way. To understand was to be in everything. Just a quiver, and one was in the skin of a little iguana in distress. The skin of the world was very vast. To be a man after rediscovering a million years was mysteriously like being something still other than man, a strange, unfinished possibility that could also be all kinds of other things. It was not in the dictionary, it was fluid and boundless – it had become a man through habit, but in truth, it was formidably virgin, as if all the old laws belonged to laggard barbarians. Then other moons began whirring through the skies to the cry of macaws at sunset, another rhythm was born that was strangely in tune with the rhythm of all, making one single flow of the world, and there we went, lightly, as if the body had never had any weight other than that of our human thought; and the stars were so near, even the giant airplanes roaring overhead seemed vain artifices beneath smiling galaxies. A man was the overwhelming Possible. He was even the great discoverer of the Possible. Never had this precarious invention had any other aim through millions of species than to discover that which surpassed his own species, perhaps the means to change his species – a light and lawless species. After rediscovering a million years in the great, rhythmic night, a man was still something to be invented. It was the invention of himself, where all was not yet said and done. And then, and then ... a singular air, an incurable lightness, was beginning to fill his lungs. And what if we were a fable? And what are the means? And what if this lightness itself were the means? A great and solemn good riddance to all our barbarous solemnities.