Destroying obsession in which Satprem lived at the time

Violence

Then I made, again, a strange dream, perhaps like a prolongation, or an additional turn of screw, dream evoked previously. I saw an immense underground cave, completely closed to the top, whose walls were made of a strange translucent and soft matter to the touch, like salt. Satprem was only in this cave, sitted as a tailor with very the ground, and concentrated. While raising the head, I saw that the ceiling of the cave did not comprise any opening towards the free air but seemed like supporting the world of the top - our external world. And while looking at more attentively, I realized that, gradually, from the fragments of this translucent matter were detached from the walls from the cave progressively with the concentration from Satprem. It hollowed out the cave like the Indians of obvious Orénoque a tree trunk to make a dugout of it! But, I thought, if the matter of this cave which supports the external world thins of too towards the ceiling, all will break down! At the time when I included/understood the hugeness of what prepared - quite simply the collapse of the world - I am found with the free air, vis-a-vis vis-a-vis Satprem. It had a small gleam amused in the eye and, understanding that I had included/understood, it pronounced these words: “It is the ONLY solution.”

I do not think that only one man, was Satprem, can destroy the world. But ten years before the attack of Twin Towers of New York and the vulgarizing of the terrorist attacks in the world, this dream is indicative kind of destroying obsession in which Satprem lived at the time. Not only I was in the immediate collimator because of my supposed treasons, but after me (as I would discover it later) all the remainder was going to follow: Michel and Nicole, who replaced me, were going to be subjected at worst the charges and expelled of Nilgiri; Patrice was going to undergo the same fate with one or two years of distance and to return to France to commit suicide.

Nothing and nobody escaped his destroying compulsion, neither the beings which for its sides and had been been used its intentions, nor the human race as a whole, with which it was to however divide this ground. A few years ago, when a visitor asked him, in a somewhat abstract way: “That would you make if you were the Master of the world? ” Satprem, the suddenly serious face, showing its closed fist, answered instantaneously: “I would crush all! ”

However I want to believe that Sri Aurobindo and Mère did not make the effort and the sacrifice to still incarnate itself this time, to spend hard years to try, on some human specimens, to show the passage to another terrestrial conscience, so that this ground finishes in the closed fist of Satprem. If not, then, which is the direction of their efforts, the direction of the thousands of letters that Sri Aurobindo wrote the night, because the day was not enough there, to affirm that Another Thing is possible, here and now; the direction of this “love of all and this faith in very” that it incarnated day after day, while Mère lavished the same care, the same attention, the same challenge by its smile, its thousands of daily steps, in order to make so much is little to rock the banality of the days in this Other Thing? I want to believe that their efforts succeeded, in some at least, that the germ which they planted flowers already in some consciences, under the cap of the stereotypes, without the knowledge of the right-thinking people like badly-thinking.

And then, how can one close again his fist on anyone or anything when one knew That?
If it of it were necessary, another “misunderstanding” with Satprem illustrates this violence. It is about the episode of “India' S Rebirth”. Michel had joined together texts where Sri Aurobindo spoke about India and its destiny, mainly starting from extracts of the “Band Mataram”, the weekly magazine of the revolutionary period that Sri Aurobindo published in Calcutta, before the lawsuit of Alipore. This compilation had been born in India in the form of a book whose title, “India' S Rebirth” [Rebirth of India], overcame on the cover the name of Sri Aurobindo and a chart of India before the partition. We had been surprised to receive a printed copy of the book, and even more surprised to note than the name of the American Institute was reproduced on an interior page as official distributor of the book in the United States, because we are unaware of very this project, which had entirely been concluded since Nilgiri. But largest of all the surprises, the shock even, awaited us by discovering the stringcourse in quite fatty letters which was spread out with the top of the title: “Out of the Ruins of the West…” [On the ruins of the Occident…]. In other words, Sri Aurobindo, whose name appeared only author of the book, was supposed to endorse the central idea exposed on the cover according to which the rebirth of India was or would be founded on the ruins of the Occident…

Here really which seemed to push the revolutionary thought of Sri Aurobindo in extreme cases extreme, and even beyond the limits. Sri Aurobindo and Ben-Laden even combat? I was not able to make me with this idea. I thus took, again, my more beautiful feather and written précautionneux and respectful telegram with Sujata, in which I made the point that this unfortunate stringcourse on the cover gave a quite false idea of India and of his aspiration, as well as Sri Aurobindo, which had never shown in its writings so enthusiastic partisan of the destruction of the Occident, etc I did not even say how we were going to be made receive when we would try to put such a cover at the front of the bookshops in America! All that was perfectly surrealist, not to be clinically more precise.

Of course, by return, I was sharply made sermonize by Sujata:
Gift' T you see what stares you in the face? You seem to Be living room in A chest of drawers, Luc. Does living room in A drawer qualify you to critisize [sic] the sightings of another who happens to live in open air? Nobody need `aspires' for the ruin of the West. It is already in ruins… [What] with gun-toting children, with homosexuals and lesbians… Final are petrodollars the aim of Evolution? Yew you think that the summit of Evolution is where the Western civilization has led mankind then I' ll ask you to think again… that is, yew the grey cells cuts retained to their original colour and cuts not turned black, losing to their ability to reflect the light… For Your Information, the line `Out of the ruins of the West,' to which you seem to object, is Satprem' S contribution to the book.”

[Don't you thus see what bursts you the eyes? You seem to live in convenient, Luc. To live in a drawer returns to you able to criticize the visions of another person who lives with the free air? Nobody needs `to aspire' to the ruin Occident. It is already in ruins… with these children carrying guns, these homosexual and these lesbians… Are the petrodollars the final goal of the evolution? If you think that Western civilization led humanity to the top of the evolution, then I ask you to think on it of twice… provided that your cells kept their original color and did not transfer with the black and lost their capacity to reflect the light… For your control surface, the sentence `On the ruins of the Occident', to which you seem opposite, is the contribution of Satprem to the book.]

The words had completely lost their direction. We were on two mental planets belonging to different constellations. When I spoke about the interpretation of the words and annoying associations which they sometimes involve in the spirit of a reader not informed, I received blind men rageuses tirades from where any nuance was banished. How supreme elegance, the infinite subtlety of the thought of Sri Aurobindo could be mingled with this species with fundamentalist bludgeoning?

The misunderstanding still worsened when Trustees of Ashram discovered the existence of the book, of which more than 95% were composed of texts under the copyright of Ashram. Not only Sujata had not judged good to ask for the permission of use these texts, as it is usual and séant to do it, but it had even made print, in the usual place which recognizes the copyright of the owner of work, a note stipulating that these texts were the property of “all in love ones with India”, which was equivalent opening the copyright in the whole world…

Ashram could only react, which it did by bringing a lawsuit for violation of copyrights and while asking the judge to banish any sale of the book in bookshop. As a distributor in the United States, we had become co-defendants bus Co-persons in charge for the singular generosity of Sujata, and were necessary to present to us at the law courts of Madras to plead our innocence and to defend a cause to which we felt completely foreign. To put an end to the imbroglio and the nonsense of our position, I decided to take the initiative and to disunite us legally whole this project of publication, which Satprem did not miss, later on, to stigmatize like an additional proof of my duplicity. Continuation: The water drop Jai Aurobindo ! Celui que nous avons vu aujourd’hui est sur terre. . . Blog La fin de l’Illusion Le commentaire de Boni