Chapter 7December 25, 1962

But I haven't yet found the key.

A kind of material doubling?

Possibly. It may be that.

It may be that. Ubiquity, or something like that.

When experiences happen to other people (they have no knowledge – ignorance is the most widespread thing), they take them all for dreams. So there's no point trying to explain anything to them, they just don't understand. Everything gets classified as dreams, dreams, dreams.

This must have happened in the afternoon, between 12:30 and 1:30, when I am here – in appearance, anyway, my body is here lying down.

(silence)

According to what we know, yes, it might be what's called a phenomenon of ubiquity.

But for instance, if this had happened with people who know nothing of my outer life, they would have said, "But Mother went outside, I saw her." I had experiences like that in Paris (it happened to someone else, not me personally). Someone swore that another person (who, by the way, was with me at the time) had come to him, spoken to him and even clapped him on the shoulder – all the typical phenomena of ubiquity which in this case were explained by mental concentration. But this person had no idea that it was impossible (according to material logic) for the other one to have come to him, you see. So he quite simply and naturally said, "But look, I saw him, I spoke to him, he clapped me on the shoulder!"

So one doesn't say anything because.... You see, when people are in Ignorance their immediate explanation is always the same:

"He's gone crazy." So I haven't said anything; I am waiting. I am going to see.

It would be interesting if some other people were conscious and could confirm this.

Yes, but I tell you, I have seen certain things and asked people about them and what they answer is, "A dream; yes, I had a dream." (Mother laughs) So I haven't said anything. We'll see. Well, see you at Christmas.

A bit of it, yes.

All right, begin with that.

It's getting to be heavy going, you know....

Oh!

I'm under a lot of pressure... I'm thinking of the "Bulletin," of everything that remains to be done.

No.

But I have to!

Just let it come naturally, like that. Don't think ahead. Just put a piece of paper in front of you and let it come.

Otherwise you give yourself a headache. All right, I am listening; read what you've brought.

It's not perfect yet.

No problem.

I am perfecting it – all I have to do is hear it.

!?

You don't believe it, do you? But I can assure you!

Actually, words serve only to put people in contact with something else, a knowledge, a light, a force or an action, or... whatever. So as long as you manage to put one into the other,239 that's all that's necessary.

If you knew.... You can't imagine how stupid people are! They put exactly what they want into what they read or hear, whatever they have in their heads. Only when you have the power to break that can something get in – and that can happen through any word at all, it doesn't matter.

That's what I try to bring in when I listen to your book.

So go ahead now, I am listening.

* * * (After the reading:)

There's just one thing... I don't know... it's when you say Sri Aurobindo "succumbed" on December 5, 1950. He didn't "succumb." It's not that he couldn't have done otherwise. It's not the difficulty of the