- Some Stories
You know, queer things are happening here. There are certain
things that literally disappear, and then, after a few days,
they reappear! (Mother looks for her note again) I
prefer to exhaust all material explanations before making
other suppositions. But even someone like Madame David-Neel
(and God knows she was positivist in the extreme) herself
told me an experience of that sort. I was explaining something
to her and she replied, "I am not surprised, because the same
thing happened to me...." She had a jewel (it was the time
when she used to wear jewels) which she used to keep at the
top of a box (inside the box, but at its top). It was a Chinese
dragon, and she wanted to wear it one evening. She opened
the box, the jewel wasn't there anymore (yet the box was locked
inside a cupboard, and there wasn't any sign of theft). She
tried, she searched for it, she couldn't find it. Then, four
or five days afterwards, she opened the box again, and there
was the jewel, just where it was supposed to be!
the same thing happened to me. At the time, I used to go up
on the terrace and I would take a parasol (I had one of those
tubes in which umbrellas are put away, and my parasol was
there). I looked for it, couldn't find it. I took another
one and went upstairs (I looked carefully, examining all the
umbrellas one after the other, not just casually; my parasol
wasn't there). Then I came back downstairs, didn't bother
about it anymore - two days later, it was there!
like that happen.... Probably little beings having fun.
- The Mother
I had the experienceamong innumerable instancesbut
precisely of two very striking cases, of two opposite things,
only it was not the same beings.... There are little beings
like fairies who are very sweet, very obliging, but they are
not always there, they come from time to time when it pleases
them. I remember the time I used to cook for Sri Aurobindo;
I was also doing many other things at the same time, so I
often happened to leave the milk on the fire and go for some
other work or to see something with him, to discuss with somebody,
and truly I was not always aware of time, I used to forget
the milk on the fire. And whenever I forgot the milk on the
fire, I felt suddenly (in those days I used to wear a sari)
a little hand catching a fold of my sari and pulling it, like
this. Then I used to run quickly and would see that the milk
was just on the point of boiling over. This did not happen
just once, but several times, and very clearly, like a little
child's hand clutching and pulling.
other story is of the days Sri Aurobindo had the habit of
walking up and down in his rooms. He used to walk for several
hours like that, it was his way of meditating. Only, he wanted
to know the time, so a clock had been put in each room to
enable him to see the time at any moment. There were three
such clocks. One was in the room where I worked; it was, so
to say, his starting point. One day he came and asked, "What
time is it?" He looked and the clock had stopped. He
went into the next room, saying, "I shall see the time
there"the clock had stopped. And it had stopped
at the same minute as the other, you understand, with the
difference of a few seconds. He went to the third room...
the clock had stopped. He continued walking three times like
thatall the clocks had stopped! Then he returned to
my room and said, "But this is impossible! This is a
bad joke!" and all the clocks, one after the other, started
working again. I saw it myself, you know, it was a charming
incident. He was angry, he said, "This is a bad joke!"
And all the clocks started going again!
- The Mother
Japan.... There was an epidemic of influenza, an influenza
that came from the war (the 1914 war), and was generally fatal.
People would get pneumonia after three days, and plop! finished.
In Japan they never have epidemics (it's a country where epidemics
are unknown), so they were caught unawares; it was an ideal
breeding ground, absolutely unpreparedincredible: people
died by the thousands every day, it was incredible! Everybody
lived in terror, they didn't dare to go out without masks
over their mouths. Then somebody whom I won't name asked me
(in a brusque tone), "What Is this?" I answered him,
"Better not think about it." "Why not?" he said, "It's very
interesting! We must find out, at least you are able to find
out whatever this is." Silly me, I was just about to go out;
I had to visit a girl who lived at the other end of Tokyo
(Tokyo is the largest city in the world, it takes a long time
to go from one end to the other), and I wasn't so well-off
I could go about in a car: I took the tram.... What an atmosphere!
An atmosphere of panic in the city! You see, we lived in a
house surrounded by a big park, secluded, but the atmosphere
in the city was horrible. And the question, "What Is this?"
naturally came to put me in contactI came back home
with the illness. I was sure to catch it, it had to happen!
(laughing) I came home with it.
a bang on the headI was completely dazed. They called
a doctor. There were no medicines left in the citythere
weren't enough medicines for people, but as we were considered
important people (!) the doctor brought two tablets. I told
him (laughing), "Doctor, I never take any medicines."
"What!" he said. "It's so hard to get them!" "That's just
the point," I replied, "they're very good for others!" Then,
then ... suddenly (I was in bed, of course, with a first-rate
fever), suddenly I felt seized by trancethe real trance,
the kind that pushes you out of your bodyand I knew.
I knew: "It's the end; if I can't resist it, it's the end."
So I looked. I looked and I saw it was a being whose head
had been half blown off by a bomb and who didn't know he was
dead, so he was hooking on to anybody he could to suck life.
And each of those beings (I saw one over me, doing his "business"!)
was one of the countless dead. Each had a sort of atmospherea
very widespread atmosphereof human decomposition, utterly
pestilential, and that's what gave the illness. If it was
merely that, you recovered, but if it was one of those beings
with half a head or half a body, a being who had been killed
so brutally that he didn't know he was dead and was trying
to get hold of a body in order to continue his life (the atmosphere
made thousands of people catch the illness every day, it was
swarming, an infection), well, with such beings, you died.
Within three days it was overeven before, within a day,
sometimes. So once I saw and knew, I collected all the occult
energy, all the occult power, and ... (Mother bangs down
her fist, as if to force her way into her body) I found
myself back in my bed, awake, and it was over. Not only was
it over, but I stayed very quiet and began to work in the
atmosphere.... From that moment on, mon petit, there were
no new cases! It was so extraordinary that it appeared in
the Japanese papers. They didn't know how it happened, but
from that day on, from that night on, not a single fresh case.
And people recovered little by little.
told the story to our Japanese friend in whose house we were
living, I told him, "Well, that's what this illness isa
remnant of the war; and here's the way it happens.... And
that being was repaid for his attempt!" Naturally, the fact
that I repelled his influence by turning around and fighting
... [dissolved the formation]. But what power it takes to
do that! Extraordinary.
told the story to some friends, who in turn told it to some
friends, so in the end the story became known. There was even
a sort of collective thanks from the city for my intervention....
But the whole thing stemmed from that: "What Is this illness?
You're able to find out, aren't you?" (Laughter) Go
and catch it!
that feeling of being absolutely paralyzed, a prey to somethingabsolutely
paralyzed, you can't ... You are no longer in your body, you
understand, you can't act on it any more. And a sense of liberation
when you are able to turn around.
had a tremendous fever, which naturally dropped little by
littleafter a few days I was completely cured; even
immediately, I was almost cured.
- The Mother