It is like that. It is like an imperative command: Go straight, else all will go wrong.
It is becoming terrible, terrible. It is like a Pressure—a frightful Pressure—to bring about the desired progress. I feel it in myself for my body. But my body is not afraid, it says [Mother opens her hands]: “Very well, if I am to end, it is the end.” Every minute it is like that: the true thing [Mother brings down her fist] or the end.That is what seems to have come down—you know I said that something had
come down (it is written somewhere) and we shall know one day, we shall know
very soon what it is. You have read it, haven’t
you?fn“The whole day of the twenty-first I had a strong
feeling that it was the birthday of everyone, and I was impelled to say
to everyone ‘Bonne Fête’
“It was a very strong feeling that something new has manifested in
the world and that all who were ready and receptive could embody it.
“No doubt one will know in a few days what it
was.”
But it is that, it is a kind of… no half-measure, no compromise, no approximation, no… not that. It is this [Mother brings down her fist].
And it is so for the body, at every minute there is an imperative: it is life or it is death. It is not the approximation which has lasted indefinitely. For centuries it was neither altogether bad, nor altogether good—it is no longer so.
The body knows that this is the way for the supramental body to be formed: it must be wholly under the influence of the 298Divine—no compromise, no approximation, no “it will come”, not so: it is like this [Mother brings down her fist], a formidable Will.
But… it is the only way for things to go fast.
[Long silence]
Yes, yes.
It is not incapacity.
… that does not want to submit.
That I know. I am catching my body all the while, here, there, here, there. It wants to go about it in its very ordinary dawdling way.
Yes, it is that.
299It is as though by a kind of compulsion the body was being taught eternity. It is truly interesting. And then I see that the external circumstances are becoming frightful (from the ordinary point of view).
[Mother enters into contemplation.]
Have you anything to say?
Yes.
[Silence]
I believe, I believe that it is the subconscient which has been convinced that if it does not maintain its control all will go wrong. That is my impression. It is that thing, it is that which says, “Ah, be on your guard, take care.”…
[Mother opens her hands.]
About an “accident”.