Movie Review: ‘HIDALGO’ & the Wounded Knee Massacre

The New York Times article I just shared (or at least tried to!) on my Facebook Timeline, “Save
Wounded Knee”, instantly brought back to my heart’s memory one of my
favorite films: “HIDALGO”.

I know, the film shouldn’t have been claimed to be based on real facts,
as on further research it was found not to be, it would seem. That is,
as far as the big, long, deadly endurance race that Frank Hopkins and
his dear Native-American mustang, Hidalgo, are supposed to participate
in through the Saudi Arabian area deserts, is concerned.

But WHY did Frank Hopkins decide to take part in that ‘Race of Fire’ to
start with (if he ever did and if that race ever existed at all) is for
me the main point, the central issue, the central fact burning at the
heart of the story really told in the film, forming its whole actual
background from its beginning to its end: that very real fact, that very
real topic is the slow extermination of the Native Americans by their
White conquerors, and the torn loyalties lived by those who happened to
be half White, half Indian, and to have to witness and endure that
brutal extermination of the Indian half of themselves by the other half,
the White.

To witness and endure it would already be bad enough, but in the case of
Frank Hopkins he happens to be also the very messenger who, on Hidalgo,
is missioned to unknowingly deliver the terrible official orders to the
general in charge of containing what was seen by the White as the
uprising of the Indians in the area of Wounded Knee – the very area of
Frank’s own birth, of his boy’s years among the Sioux tribe of his mom,
married by one of the White men, his father. His name there had been
‘Blue Child’, and in the tribe he was still remembered and saluted
affectionately as such, but his outside appearance didn’t betray his
double origin, so among the White he was working for, he was just seen
as another White man, known as Frank Hopkins, with the reputation of
being the best endurance rider of his time.

Totally shaken by the massacre that happened under his very eyes after
he himself had unwittingly delivered the order for it, Frank has turned
into an alcoholic, saved from complete misery only by compassionate
Buffalo Bill and his Shows of the Wild West, where he and others find
some employment re-enacting for an audience scenes of the now extinct
conflict between the Red and the White.

One fine evening some very special spectators from Saudi Arabia convey
to Hopkins the challenge from their Sheikh, that the cow-boy cannot
claim to be the greatest endurance rider of his time, or he must prove
it by participating in one more race, right against their own Beduin
riders and thoroughbred stallions and mares, through the deadly expanses
of their own Arabic deserts.

Frank could not care less about the challenge, but there is a Prize to
the race; that huge sum of money, if won by him, could buy up all the
wild mustangs, so loved by the Indians, that are being rounded up and
corralled by the White Government, to be all shot if they are not bought
back, each of them for an amount no Indian could afford to pay.

To save those mustangs, his friend the Chief points out, would be to
save at least something very important in the Indians quickly vanishing
culture and way of life; even Buffalo Bill cannot help this time; where
else would the needed enormous amount of money be found? A hesitant
Frank finally accepts the challenge and with Hidalgo he embarks, leaving
the coasts of the US for that new, far away adventure.

If really the story of Frank Hopkins and this ‘Race of Fire’ is largely
fiction, as some critics of the film have so relentlessly done their
best to demonstrate (why??? Does it matter so much after all???), still
as it is told it is undeniably a beautiful story, and the real-life
Frank Hopkins, however a spinner of high tales he may have been in his
memoirs, can at least be proud of having been the basis for a truly
inspiring Myth, as it is told in the movie: even if it is all mostly
invented, still I hail the script-writer(s) for having believed in their
character enough to make of him a convincing and moving Hero, out of
his White cow-boy’s humble straightforwardness and simple dignity, yes,
but also out of his deep love for that secret Indian culture buried in
his roots, which in the end he allows to burst fully out of his White
man’s crust, and which saves him and Hidalgo from impending death, when
he at last claims that other identity so long repressed in himself:

After days and days of impossible situations to be faced and overcome in
a merciless nature and among even more merciless rivals, fallen with
bleeding Hidalgo in the burning sands, out of sheer exhaustion and
despair, only a few miles away from the end of the race, down on his
knees in a last cry of anguish he calls to his Sioux ancestors,
imploring their help through one of those poignant Sioux songs he knows
so well from his childhood; and his ancestors, among whom his mother and
brother, appear to him in the heat waves of the desert, with love in
their eyes and smiles, infusing back in him life-energy and power, and
desire to win; to the fierce, arrogant Beduin Prince with whom he has
particularly struggled all along in the race, and who now passing on his
great horse this fallen rival, mocks him, when the Prince jeeringly
boasts,

“You cannot win! I am of a  People of the Horse! I am of a great Rider Tribe!”,

Blue Child, a new flame in his eyes, quietly answers,

“So am I.”

And leaving behind his usual saddle and reins of the White rider, he
jumps straight upon resurrected Hidalgo and rides him bareback like a
Sioux, irresistibly passing the few remaining competitors, to a victory
hailed by the whole crowd and the Sheikh himself and his daughter, both
grown great admirers and friends of this incredible hero from far away
lands.

The last scenes bring us back to the real purpose all along behind all
that has been attempted and finally achieved: back in the US, the wild
mustangs of the Indians have been all rounded up and imprisoned in vast
corrals; soldiers are now getting ready to shoot them all down in a huge
mass slaughter; but a rider comes on a mustang, who shows them the
receipt he has from just buying back – the full amount paid in cash!- all the
mustangs; his friend the Chief has died, but did get the news of his
victory before dying; with the help of a few other Indian friends, Franck has the joy
of freeing again all the wild horses, who will have now a new,
unthreatened life in that area… where their descendants still live,
still free, to this day.

What I found remarkable also in that story is that the usual expected
love-stories are avoided. with both the two charming feminine presences
in the film: on the one hand, the heartless, ambitious and spoiled
British heiress whose old husband stayed behind on the ship, sipping his
iced gin, while his wife, familiar to the region since childhood and
having also her own thoroughbred mare in the race, will use any
seductive or devious means to win the race; and on the other hand the
thoroughly sympathetic young daughter of the Sheikh, raised on a horse
like his now all dead sons, but not allowed to ride in public and fated
by her culture to become merely one of the obscure wives of some Beduin
Prince who may win the race; so she does her best to help instead the
intriguing cow-boy who is competing too; circumstances bring them
together for some chaste moments, and she points out, quite rightly,
that both of them are hiding their true self: she, as a woman, wearing
the veil her culture compels her to wear whenever men other than her
father or husband are present; and he, as Blue Child hiding himself
under the face of a White man,,, in his case too, because the White
culture he lives in will not allow him to do otherwise. Together at
least they don’t need to hide: he is the only man to whom she will
deliberately show her face, without fear; and with her the ‘Blue Child’
in him will not fear to reveal himself either.

This speaks particularly to me as well, both as a woman still facing so
many prejudices in this contemporary world still so masculine in its
outlook on life; and also as a ‘colored’ person who has in fact all the
existing human colors in her being, but under the appearance of a White
person.

Since I have seen ‘Hidalgo’ a few years ago, I have become more
conscious of that fact. Sometimes I wonder how different my personality
and life would have been, had I been more visibly the metis I actually
am. Am I somehow in hiding?… Have I been all my life?…

What a pity that the critics killed that film even before it got out. It
is not as well known and celebrated as it should be. A movie that conveys
in such an un-preaching and natural manner such deep questions, deserves
to be seen. And it is, on top of it all, a highly entertaining film,
with just the right balance of ‘action’ and quiet moments. A lot of
humour. Stunningly magnificent pictures. Excellent acting all around,
with for example Omar Sharif as the Sheikh, and Viggo Mortensen as Frank
Hopkins (if I had not fallen in love with him already as Aragorn in the
‘Lord of the Rings’ films, I would have now with his Frank Hopkins!)
Viggo, always a most sincere and intense actor, really involved himself
fully in embodying Frank, and even more his “Blue Child’ identity,
learning with total dedication the real language of the song he is
chanting in the end. He loved that underlying theme I too just tried to
reveal in the film; when the critics managed to diminish greatly the
success such a really good film should have met, Viggo was quite
disappointed and saddened by this unjust treatment dealt to it.

I agree with him: this is a really good film. To be enjoyed without reserve by the whole family, again and again!

Cover of Hidalgo (Widescreen Edition)

Isis, or an Evolving Africa

TRANSLATION OF THE PREVIOUS POST , WITH MY THANKS FOR THE GOOGLE TRANSLATION KINDLY PROVIDED BY NINA TRYGGVASSON AS A ‘COMMENT’ TO MY FRENCH TEXT…

Another important thing that happened in February this year: the visit to Auroville of Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi became a dear friend, and not just because she is the
only person also from Martinique who has spent several weeks in
Auroville, the last ten days of which at my place. Among our “Guests”
over the years in Repos itself, there are many people, French or
not, who know and appreciate Martinique for having stayed there at some
point, and to talk about it with them was always nice for me,
who actually know so little about that small island my family is from,
but where I have myself lived only for three months when I was eight
years old.
There was in this February 2013 a meeting of AIF (Auroville
International France) and I had been invited; listening in silence to a
participant from La Réunion island, who kept telling about the growing
impact that she found there for everything having to do with Auroville or Sri
Aurobindo and Mother, I was a little sad in contrast because of the total absence of
interest for any of that in Martinique, and in the French West Indies in general. I
expressed this sadness for the first time after the person finished
speaking.

A few days later a friend of Auroville hitherto unknown to me
was quite happy to spend a few hours on my terrace facing
the sea before she would return to France. I mentioned my sadness about
Martinique; she said she would contact for me an extraordinary person,
and moreover, precisely one from Martinique, who
happened to be visiting Auroville.

The following Sunday afternoon, sitting as I do now
often directly at one of the tables where we serve the various
preparations ordered by Aurovilians or Guests, I saw coming to me
a tall and beautiful lady, with dark skin, the sight of whom
immediately brought back to my memory the lines by Baudelaire evoking
his Martinique friend  Jeanne Duval: “a beautiful ship that takes off on the
vast sea … at a pace gentle and lazy and slow … ” (quote approximate, I do not have the text with me).

An exciting interview of several hours ensued between her and
I, sitting together there as if we were alone in the world,
discovering each other with a growing mutual fascination. Even from
afar, the strong personality of Isis made a great
impression on those of my colleagues who saw us together.

Martiniquaise (and so, French) by her mother, Isis is Togolese (and so,
African) by her father. I felt also close to her African side, which was
awakening in me all the memories of “my Africa”, the Africa
still French in those days, where I spent most of my childhood, where I
grew up …

In other lives I was also a Berber, and an Egyptian, two other
connections with Africa; her own inner connection with
Egypt is revealed through the name she has chosen for herself:
Isis. And it is thanks to her that I had this year for once a
birthday anniversary dinner on 23 February … and the old Berber in me
could enjoy a great couscous, prepared by her especially for me and a
few other privileged guests!

For Isis is a good and daring cook: a few weeks before she had organized
and conducted hands down, almost alone with the help of just a few volunteers, a large African Dinner,
memorable for the more than 300 people who came.
After meeting me, she decided that my presence was
essential for the future meetings of the Africa Pavilion and so I had
the pleasure to be invited to the next one, taxi paid …
but in this group too large my bad hearing prevented me from following
effectively what was said, so I did not renew this
experience. One intervention in a clear and loud voice that I have at
least had the joy to hear perfectly, was that of Isis herself,
highlighting with a remarkable clarity of mind and a great
power of expression that it was the evolutive message of Sri Aurobindo
and Mother that had to be carried to Africa, because that alone would
have
the power to offer Africa a future truly worthy of her,
revealing her deep soul, away from the mere copying of the Western
materialistic world that for the time being seemed the only option. When
she
said that, it suddenly became so obvious that no discussion
was necessary, this was instantly adopted unanimously.
Mr Tekeste was there also, the former Ethiopian diplomat who had been
the official link between the Emperor Haile Selassie and Mother, and
who after that chose to live in Auroville, since then tirelessly
pursuing his dream of establishing the African Pavilion, and conversely
of introducing Auroville to Africa; he was among those who approved with
the strongest nod of the head Isis’ proposal. It was equally clear that
for the friendly young Africans also present (all boys), students at
the University of Chidambaram near here, Isis had become a valuable
source of inspiration for her contagious enthusiasm and extensive
experience of public action.

My little guestroom being free shortly after, Isis
moved in, with the firm intention – while continuing to help her
young fellow Africans for the Pavilion – to start learning from me
everything she could about the Integral Yoga, including its cellular
dimension.

But our common life began on a note far less serious: I
was not going to miss the rare boon of this other authentic
Martiniquaise without taking that opportunity to elucidate some memories
I still had of my brief stay in Martinique,
precisely at this crazy time when, like in Brazil, the famous
Carnival  is on. I told her the words and hummed the tune and the chorus
of the song chosen
that year for the whole Carnival, apparently it had become a
classic for she recognized it immediately, and there we were, the two of
us, singing loudly in my living room in Creole: “VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU  PAS
QUITTER NOUS! …” (Vaval, don’t leave us!) while outdoing each other
dancing on the irresistible rhythmic cadence of the resurrected song,
punctuated by our laughter! After a few moments of enthusiastic and
delectable Martinique fun, this joyous past re-emerged in our beings
calmed down, bringing us even more exciting prospects of our
evolutionary future …!

About the future evolution of Africa, I’ll let Isis herself say
how she would like to participate in that, when she will be
re-established there, after a short stay in Paris starting from here.
Having read this article about herself, she will write the following
part of it with rested head, from Africa itself, as soon as it will
become possible. Africa does not yet know what onslaught is getting
ready to fall upon her, but myself, who have lived for even this short
period with Isis, and who can still hear her contagious laughter, I have
some idea of ​​what’s ‘preparing to break quietly upon Africa in the
coming years, and I look forward to it!

Isis ou l’Afrique en Evolution

Encore une chose importante qui s’est passée en février cette année: la visite à Auroville d’Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi est devenue une amie chère, et pas seulement parce que c’est l’unique personne originaire elle aussi de Martinique qui ait passé plusieurs semaines à Auroville, dont les derniers dix jours chez
moi. Parmi nos “Guests” à Repos même, nombreux sont ceux, Français ou
non, qui connaissent et apprécient la Martinique pour y avoir séjourné
quelque temps, et il m’a toujours été agréable d’en parler avec eux, moi
qui connais en fait si peu l’île d’où ma famille est originaire, mais où je n’ai moi-même vécu que trois mois quand j’avais huit
ans.

Il y avait eu en ce mois de Février dernier une réunion d’AIF (Auroville
International France), et j’y avais été invitée; à écouter en silence une
participante venue de La Réunion parler de l’impact grandissant qu’elle
constate là-bas, de tout ce qui concerne Auroville ou Sri Aurobindo et
la Mère, j’étais un peu triste par contraste de l’absence totale
d’intérêt en Martinique, et aux Antilles Françaises en général. J’ai
exprimé cette tristesse pour la première fois après que cette personne
ait fini de parler.

Quelques jours plus tard une amie d’Auroville jusque là inconnue de moi
a été tout heureuse de passer quelques heures sur ma terrasse face à
la mer avant de s’en retourner en France; j’ai mentionné cette tristesse quant à la Martinique; elle me dit qu’elle allait contacter pour moi une personne extraordinaire, et justement Martiniquaise, qui se
trouvait être en visite à Auroville.

Le dimanche après-midi suivant, assise comme je le fais maintenant
souvent, directement à une des tables où nous servons les diverses
préparations commandées par Auroviliens ou Guests, je vois venir à moi
une personne grande et belle, à la peau foncée, dont la vue m’a
immédiatement remis en mémoire les vers de Baudelaire évoquant son amie
Martiniquaise Jeanne Duval: “un beau vaisseau qui prend le large… au
rythme doux et paresseux et lent…” (citation approximative, je n’ai pas le texte sous les yeux).

Une entrevue passionnante de plusieurs heures s’ensuivit entre elle et
moi, assises là toutes deux comme si nous étions seules au monde, à nous
découvrir réciproquement avec une fascination réciproque croissante. Même de loin, la forte personnalité d’Isis produisit une grande
impression sur ceux de mes collaborateurs qui nous virent ensemble.

Martiniquaise (et donc Française) par sa mère, Isis est Togolaise (et
donc Africaine) par son père. Son côté Africain lui aussi m’était
proche, réveillant en moi tous les souvenirs de “mon Afrique”, l’Afrique
autrefois Française où j’ai passé presque toute mon enfance, où j’ai grandi…

En d’autres vies j’ai aussi été Berbère, et Egyptienne, deux autres
connexions avec l’Afrique; elle, sa propre connexion intérieure avec
l’Egypte, c’est à travers le nom qu’elle s’est choisi qu’elle la révèle:
Isis. Et c’est grâce à elle que cette année j’ai eu pour une fois un
dîner d’anniversaire, le 23 février… et que l’ancienne Berbère en moi a pu y savourer un excellent couscous, préparé par ses soins exprès pour moi et les quelques autres invités!

Car Isis est bonne et audacieuse cuisinière: quelques semaines auparavant elle avait organisé et réalisé haut la main, pratiquement
toute seule avec l’aide d’à peine quelques volontaires, un grand Dîner Africain, mémorable pour les plus de 300 personnes qui y vinrent.
Après notre première entrevue, elle décida que ma présence était
indispensable aux réunions concernant le futur Pavillon de l’Afrique et
ainsi j’eus le plaisir d’être invitée à la suivante, transport payé…
mais dans ce groupe trop large ma mauvaise ouïe m’empécha de suivre
efficacement ce qui se disait, si bien que je ne renouvellerai pas
l’expérience. Une intervention à haute et intelligible voix que j’ai en
tous cas eu la joie d’entendre parfaitement, a été celle d’Isis
elle-même, soulignant avec une remarquable clarté d’esprit et une grande
force d’expression le fait que c’était le message évolutif de Sri Aurobindo et Mère qu’il fallait porter en Afrique, car lui seul aurait
le pouvoir d’offrir à l’Afrique un avenir véritablement digne d’elle,
révélateur de son âme profonde, loin de la copie du monde matérialiste à
l’Occidentale qui paraît pour le moment être la seule option. Quand elle
l’a dit, c’est devenu d’une telle évidence que pas la moindre discussion
ne fut nécessaire, ce point fut adopté instantanément et à l’unanimité.
Mr Tékesté était là également, l’ancien diplomate Ethiopien qui a été autrefois le lien officiel entre l’empereur Hailé Sélassié et Mère, et
qui a choisi ensuite de vivre à Auroville, poursuivant depuis inlassablement son rêve d’y établir le Pavillon Africain, et inversement de faire connaitre Auroville à l’Afrique; il fut de ceux qui approuvèrent le plus vigoureusement de la tête la proposition d’Isis. Il était clair aussi que pour les sympathiques jeunes Africains également présents (tous des garçons), étudiants à l’Université de Chidambaram pas loin d’ici, Isis était devenue une inspiratrice précieuse par son dynamisme contagieux et sa longue expérience de l’action publique.

Ma petite chambre d’hôtes s’étant trouvée libre peu après, Isis y
emménagea, avec la ferme intention – tout en continuant à aider ses
jeunes compatriotes africains pour le Pavillon – de commencer à
apprendre de moi tout ce qu’elle pourrait concernant le Yoga Intégral, y
compris dans sa dimension cellulaire.

Mais notre vie commune commença sur une note bien moins sérieuse: je
n’allais pas laisser passer l’aubaine rarissime de cette authentique autre Martiniquaise sans en profiter pour élucider les quelques souvenirs qui me restaient de mon bref sejour en Martinique
précisément à cette période folle, comme au Brésil, où l’on célèbre le
Carnaval. Je lui ai fredonné l’air et le refrain de la chanson choisie
cette année-là pour tout le Carnaval, apparemment c’etait devenu un
classique, car elle l’a reconnue tout de suite, et nous voilà toutes les
deux chantant à tue-tête en créole dans mon salon: ”VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU PAS QUITTER NOUS!…”, tout en dansant à qui mieux mieux sur le rythme endiablé de la chanson ressuscitée, ponctuée par nos éclats de rire!!! Après ces quelques moments d’amusement martiniquais enthousiastes et délectables, ce joyeux passé redevenu présent en nous s’est calmé, nous ramenant aux perspectives encore plus excitantes de notre futur évolutif…!

Quant au futur évolutif de l’Afrique, je vais laisser Isis elle-même dire
de quelle manière elle aimerait y participer, quand elle sera à nouveau établie là-bas, après un court séjour à Paris en partant d’ici. Ayant lu cet article à son propre sujet, elle en écrira la suite à tête reposée depuis l’Afrique-même, dés que cela lui sera devenu possible. L’Afrique ne sait pas encore ce qui l’attend… mais moi, ayant vécu ne serait-ce que cette courte période avec Isis, et ayant encore dans l’oreille son grand rire communicatif, j’ai quelque idée de ce qui s’apprête à déferler discrètement sur l’Afrique dans les années qui viennent, et je m’en réjouis d’avance!!!

Why the Body-Cells’ Participation Is Indispensable Too

Chief_cells (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

To have grasped and then also experienced directly the validity and
efficiency of the approach to Healing elaborated in Russia by
Grigori Grabovoi and his two main collaborators, and to have
celebrated that approach in my previous post, doesn’t mean that
everything that needs to be done for our body can be done that way.
There is a reason, and a very important one – an essential one even
- why Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, instead of doing it that way
too, went rather through the trouble of slowly awakening the
consciousness of their body-cells: if that is not done, nothing is
done from the point of view of physical evolution as such.

It is absolutely necessary for our cells themselves to learn the new
way of functioning, based on the New Energy, that the cells of
Mother’s body had the extremely hard task to discover on their own
and start living with. Nothing but learning this new way of
functioning will enable the very consciousness of our cells too to
awaken to the need of the Divine Presence as well as of the
development of their own divine potential.

This higher degree of consciousness that the cells constituting
Mother’s body acquired has become ‘ipso facto’ available to some degree for other
receptive cells in whatever other human body. This is how the new
way of functioning can be said to be contagious, wherever there is,
for whatever reason, the needed receptivity in another body’ cells.
Thus this new way of functioning is quietly spreading, whether the
individuals whose body starts to change are aware of it or not.

While I was in the ‘Russian Healing’ workshop, from the first day I
noticed my cells had gone very silent within me. They had withdrawn
from the nearly constant communication they normally keep up with
me. I understood immediately why: they didn’t feel concerned, as the
specific process going on didn’t call at all for their
participation. It was only my individual consciousness, in its
Higher Self identity, which was taking all the decisions and doing
all the work, the cells being only passively affected by it all.
What a contrast with our usual daily life together, in which they
had gotten used to being constantly consulted and always invited to
consciously participate! They didn’t resent the different kind of
approach that Grabovoi advocated for healing the body, but it led
them to a passive attitude themselves… just like when kids are
with their parents and the parents take the active role and make all
the decisions and treat the kids as if they were unable to
participate.

Children treated that way will never learn to listen to their own
feelings and take their own responsibilities, that means they will
never grow up into well developed and responsible adults, which is
the real purpose of the educative process.

Similarly, the overall purpose of the terrestrial evolutive process
is not just that our individual consciousnesses awaken to their
true, divine nature, but that the consciousnesses of all the cells
constituting our bodies get to do the same too, for they too are,
without knowing it, other forms of the Divine, and must awaken to
their own secret divine nature as well, with all the tremendous
potential this implies.

I know all this may seem extremely far-fetched to people exposed for
the first time to such new concepts, but this is the true Reality we
all actually live in, so we better get used to these seemingly
unimaginable things, for they are part of what will inevitably
manifest in the
new step of terrestrial evolution presently happening. How many
centuries will still be needed for such results to be fully manifested,
no one cans ay, but the process is already started in some people’s
bodies… the ultimate self-healing process, done this time by the cells
themselves!…

Devotion, Yes… Religion, No.

Sri Aurobindo is one of the most respected freedom fighters from Bengal and also a poet, philosopher, and yogi. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Facebook Page, since a few weeks, keeps showing almost every day more photos of Sri Aurobindo or the Mother, diligently posted there by well-meaning devotees, who, as part of various groups dedicated to those two extraordinary Pioneers of Conscious Evolution, express their devotion to them in that way. Every time a new photo is posted on my Facebook Page, it is welcomed by hundreds of ‘Likes’ saluting it.
Although I have no objection of course to the intention, I have noticed in myself a growing sense of unease, to the extent that recently I was anxious  before opening my Facebook Page, and feeling some irritation too, towards the persons who have included me in this or that group, with as a result this flooding of my page.
Why anxious and irritated? Looking within, I found I felt my page was beginning to resemble a religious page, and I didn’t like that at all.  I certainly don’t want people who stumble upon this Facebook Page to think immediately, ‘Oh, this must be a member of some new religion about this Sri Aurobindo and The Mother, whoever they are’.
I guess it is also the mostly adoring comments that in the end bother me. I remember how Sri Aurobindo and Mother themselves felt all this adoration was all right, but too often it was actually laziness, to the point that Mother one day wrote:
‘Why do people want to adore? It is much better to become.”
This is what they really expect from us all who love them:  not that we content ourselves with adoring them, but that we follow on their steps, each one in our own way, going as far as we can during this lifetime in the same evolutive direction they have opened up for Humanity as a whole.
I wish so much that this blog would inspire people, including those who are already what is called ‘devotees’ , to use this more as a kind of collective blog, to communicate more with me, to report their own feelings or perhaps similar experiences, to ask questions about specific points, whatever!… Not necessarily all the time, but at least from time to time…
So, about my Facebook Page, what would I like?…
I too love those photos of Sri Aurobindo or Mother, they touch me as much as they do all of you. A photo now and then will be fine. But the persons who come to my blog should rather get the feeling that we are a big bunch of human beings, all intensely active in our own evolutive process, at whatever stage each one may happen to be, rather than getting the impression that we are merely starting a new religion…! I am sure all of you will agree on this, so let’s try to find a better way to manifest what we are and what we want to become.

The New Normality

Every year I have some friends from different countries who are more generally friends of Auroville too and come here for a few weeks during the cool season, which ends around this time.
A dear lady friend of mine who always visits me while she is here spent again some time with me one morning in February. We are both deeply into our process of Conscious Evolution, so it is the main topic we mostly talk about every time.
As usual we were sitting together on my sofa downstairs, in the living-room. At some point this time she said to me, like a kind of confidence, ‘I feel sometimes that I would like to be ‘normal’…’

I was stunned, and remained speechless for a few moments. 
Then I found myself asking her with great intensity:
‘But which kind of ‘Normality’ are you talking about???
Don’t you see that the Old Normality is fading away into the Past, and that a New Normality, coming from the Future, is emerging, which is shared by more and more people in the world? It is up to you which Normality you choose to be part of.’

It was her turn to be stunned and speechless. She stared at me for a while, then asked hesitantly if I myself felt really like that; I said a strong ‘Yes’, and we went on talking about this, so intensely something in her was deeply touched and moved, she started experiencing some new feelings, a new way of looking at herself and at life, telling me aloud what was happening in her as it kept happening in answer to what I was saying: a new faith, a new enthusiasm for the ‘New Normality’ was flooding her consciousness and even her physical being, particularly her eyes, in which she sensed what she described as a kind of happy sparkle; she was smiling, with an almost mischievous glee in her smile, as she spoke of a celebration in her inner being, as if with some (inner) champagne!

Independence Day Celebration (Photo credit: US Embassy New Zealand) The Past Normality

The change in her was indeed fascinating to watch as our strange conversation went on outwardly, with its inner repercussions being announced outwardly as well moment by moment. It was mirth and glee, I could see that in her face, in the way her whole body was now  comfortably resting on that sofa.

This went on and on, until we were interrupted by someone else’s arrival, I had to attend to that other person’s need, and it took some time; when I came back inside my house, my friend was no more there; but I had felt a sense of completion before I had gone out, so my friend’s departure only confirmed that.

She and her husband were about to go back soon to their country, so we had no chance to meet again after that particularly meaningful morning. I hope some of its remarkable effect has lingered on and has revealed itself to be a long-term result in her. Another lady who happened to meet her still in Auroville just before she left, told me later on she had said I had helped her. May the Divine Grace, and not ‘me’, be thanked for that.
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As for myself, I am grateful as well: since then I have felt a reinforced inner strength that is most welcome too.
May that inner strength become part of my own ‘New Normality’ for ever henceforth… 

Update on February 2013 in Repos, Auroville

The month of February has been as usual very full – even fuller than usual, as we added this year a new celebration, one that in previous years was not observed in Auroville; here is the text through which we sent around our invitation:

“CELEBRATING ‘VALENTINE DAY’ THE AUROVILLE WAY, AT REPOS…

We invite you and your beloved to a Special Dinner Celebration on 
Valentine's Day, this Thursday night 14th February 2013 (and possibly 
also on the following nights of Friday, Saturday and Sunday) from 6 to 
9 pm:

Even though in Auroville, as Mother advised, couples generally don't 
'marry', it is simply because true love between the two beings is the 
only really important thing, the one thing that truly ensures an 
enduring relationship - and that's what we want to celebrate in our own 
Aurovilian way for Valentine's Day!

It will be a candle-lit and star-lit dinner, with probably some moon 
light too already. We'll have a special menu composed by our AVI France 
master cook Francois. The cost will be 450 Rs for couples, 250 Rs for 
singles. It might be a nice additional touch if some Auroville or 
visiting musicians play also some soft, classical or romantic music - 
let's see...

Please let us know before 3pm on Thursday if you want to come so we can 
plan accordingly.
See you soon in front of the ocean...
Repos Team"

 

Just the right number of people showed up for the cooking and serving capacity of our small team, everything went very smoothly. Early in the night a storm gathered its dark clouds over our heads, threatening to flood our outdoor event; but with some inner concentration on the part of my special Guest Isis, and of myself, the clouds went away and we did have the candle-lit, starlit and moonlit dinner promised!!! The food too was very nice, so everyone left quite happy.

The next Thursday, the 21st,  was Mother’s Birthday, with of course celebrations all around that kept everyone  gone here and there in other parts of Auroville or at the Ashram in Pondy for the ‘Darshan’.

Two days later, on Saturday 23, some of our Guests here were aware that it was my birthday, so besides my normal close friends, that day saw also quite a few other persons coming to my house with flowers or small presents…  In the morning, the main  employee we have in Repos, our genius of a maintenance-man, managed to fix for good the electrical supply to my house. As it was a Saturday, in the afternoon my best friend came as always for watching some episodes of ‘STAR TREK TNG’; and for the first time in the forty years I have lived in Auroville, a special dinner was prepared in my honour, in supposed secrecy, with as the main dish my dear ‘couscous’!!! It was delicious, and so were also the other items on the menu… the five of us will long remember that birthday dinner full of sweetness and fun that we had together. I had had a quick look at my email and Facebook messages, a lot  was there waiting for me, which I answered the next day, a nice way to make that day too a part still of the same happy celebration…

Then, so fast, it was already the 28th, that is, Auroville’s own Birthday!
I woke up before dawn and had a meditation right there and then, still in bed, at the same time as many people were also having the usual collective meditation around a great, beautiful bonfire, all the way up in the amphitheater next to

Matrimandir, at the centre of Auroville.

It was a very intense and luminous half-hour for me,  that much I can say, and the whole day went on in the same very special way all along. When dressing up for the day, I put on for the first time the gorgeous pale orange (the Auroville colour)  ‘churidhar’ I had many months ago found at my beloved ‘Free Store’… I had never tried it on before, but the tunic and pants set was fitting perfectly, raising cries of admiration later on among the other people present for our daily ‘Early Breakfast’. My mood too remained remarkably perfect the whole day, which was another good thing!… When the night came, no exhaustion either in spite of those many hours spent making sure that everything was going fine… Back at long last in bed, I was even able to have a short moment of inner concentration again before sleep took finally over. Wow. I don’t remember having ever had a full day in my life feeling so incredibly harmonious – like a ship gloriously going, all sails open, on the vast ocean, by a beautiful weather…

Searching Head… and Finding Hands

Several times in the last few days a new and very satisfying phenomenon has started to happen:
Every time, it begins with my looking for something I need but can’t remember where I have put. I look and look everywhere, my focus on my search growing so intense I feel I am becoming a kind of ‘searching head’!… But still I don’t find what I am looking for.
And then comes a point when all this will-powered effort to find, stops, suddenly feeling its own inadequacy and inefficiency, and something else then starts happening just spontaneously: without my understanding why, my body goes in a certain direction, following directly the lead of my hands, who apparently somehow know where to look for what I want; when my body arrives at the right spot, my hands on their own reach out to some specific place there and, lo and behold, retrieve from under other things that were hiding it the thing I was looking for!!!
Amazing.
What was the first instance, I didn’t note down, so now I don’t know any more; but the two next ones I did note down, to make sure I would remember, and I do.
Visitors to this blog have to realize I am fully back in my house by now, yes, all my things are back inside those walls, but not all are yet sorted out and put back in their proper place; as I have so many other things to do too (including this blog to write) a lot of books, clothes and other stuff is still packed by broad categories in big bags piled up here and there, waiting for me to have the time and the energy to deal with them. Having had to move everything out two months ago within the few hours left before that second cyclone, ‘Nilam’, was supposed to strike in full force, my humble but many possessions got all pretty much mixed up that first time I moved; then during the month and a half that I stayed in another house, I patiently re-ordered all that I could already, at least enough to be functional again for the main activities that had absolutely to go on.
But finally it became possible to go back into my real house, so a second time I had to move, everything had to be brought back there, at a more leisurely pace, but a fast one nevertheless, as the other house had to be entirely vacated before the first Guests who had booked it would arrive… which was in a few days only. So again a great mix-up happened, in spite of all the precautions and care I did put in properly packing things; and you always have those last minute trips back and forth between one house and the other, when you cannot be in both at the same time to supervise the people who are helping you, and they end up putting together the last items in rather unexpected ways, so later on you have a hard time figuring out where this or that might be, when you need it. And sometimes you yourself forget where precisely you have put some precious little thing you especially cared for and placed safely somewhere…. but where?!
That’s what happened with my dear translucent salmon-pink ear-rings:
I have them since years, one of the only little things I was able to buy for myself last time I was in France, that is, in 2006. They are nothing really great in themselves, not an expensive piece of jewelry, simple ‘pure plastic’ (!) ear-rings, but once I wear them, for some reason they fit me specially well, color and shape; so well that they are my all-time favorites, always noticed by other people, yet not showy like some other pairs I have with brighter colors. Those ones, delicate and discrete, I wore whenever I was more in ‘soul mood’, so I particularly wouldn’t have wanted to lose them.
Soon after settling down temporarily in the other house I realized I was missing them. And also the nicely hexagonal transparent glass ‘crystal’ that with its short chain I always loved to use as a pendulum to select the particular cream that my hair or my skin wanted at any particular time; it looked beautiful, it was a pleasure every time to use it, so I was sad to be missing that too. I vaguely remembered putting it away in a small well-protected bag… together with the ear-rings, in fact… but where?…

Even after moving back home, I had not yet found them.
Yesterday morning I was dressing up especially for the exceptional evening out I would have to have that night, to attend a meeting of the French Aurovilians with the French Consul, a very friendly person who comes often to meet us informally in that way around some simple dinner, the event being arranged by the few French Aurovilians most involved in the activities and development of the French Pavilion, the space used being generally the Tibetan Pavilion that is already existing in the same area of Auroville. The way I felt like dressing for that evening should have included those pale-pink ear-rings, so with renewed determination I set again to find them, but to no avail. Suddenly, in my growing despair, my personal will abdicated; instead, a prayer rose in my heart that I may at last recover my dear ear-rings. The result was instantaneous and astonishing: my body leaned towards a small bag of toiletries I had already searched several times in vain, so I was quite surprised that still something seemed to be there; but already my hands, of their own volition, were aiming straight at a thin, almost invisible pocket on the outside of it that I didn’t remember was there … once inside that small pocket my fingers immediately felt the ear-rings indeed, and right at the bottom they found also the crystal pendulum!… A flow of pure joy and gratitude filled my heart. I wore my ear-rings yesterday evening, with delight – and that pendulum is back in its daily use too.
And this morning again it happened:  a nice young woman staying with me as a Guest was asking me for some short texts by Sri Aurobindo; I  remembered having tucked away my favorite booklets as a separate pile somewhere in my small Research office, right when I moved back into my house, to make sure I would find them again easily… but where did I put that pile?… For a good hour I looked and looked, and couldn’t locate anywhere that specific pile. Then the personal will in me finally gave up and asked inwardly for help. That worked liked magic: instantly my body turned around towards the extreme right corner next to the low chair; there indeed was a pile I had somehow forgotten about and overlooked; already my hands were searching knowingly inside that pile, and coming back up triumphantly with just the booklets I was looking for!!!
This time I was almost afraid, it was so unbelievable, it seemed eerie; and then my fear spontaneously turned to utter joy that such things were becoming not only possible but increasingly frequent, a new way of functioning that apparently is more and more just natural for my body in its more and more awakened consciousness …

Oh my… What a fantastic new way of functioning! I love it…

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The Consciousness in Things

A very interesting comment by a visitor having until now never expressed herself, prompts me to take up the topic she talks about, as the subject of this next post on my Research Blog:
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New comment waiting approval on Lab of Evolution Anneli Karlsten Montin commented on The Inner Meaning I See in What Happened Here RecentlyBhaga, thanks for your blog posts, I find them peaceful, funny and curious, and also deeply interesting. I found Olga Kharitidis book about Altai, Umai etc really fascinating, and it reminded me that we can approach the truth about life’s reality from different angles, and still find the same source in the bottom. I wonder now, are you familiar with the work of Machaelle Wright? I have studied her books and workshops for some 6 years now, and use what I have learned from there daily. She is in conscious contact with the intelligence within form around (and within) us, and she simply describes her experiences and what she has come to understand about this aspect of life. She calls it nature intelligence, and it is the conscious life that is all form (more specifically the devic level that designs the forms, the nature spirit level that inhabits and lives in the forms). We humans have our free will, but not the all-covering knowledge about balance. We may be in contact with this nature intelligence unconsciously (when we follow our gut instinct) and create some really good things, or we may be far from in contact with it, and just go ahead and create very unbalanced versions of our intentions. Here, in this conclusion of her discoverings, it is not that we are making manifestations happen, we are not “gods”, but instead nature follows our intentions, our focus, and simply create it for us according to the choices we make with our free will, in order for us to learn from what we just created. We get to know ourselves, and now it is also time, urges Machaelle (after being deeply involved in communicating with nature for 35 years, and to apply their knowledge), to get to know nature intelligence. We are equal, co-creative partners in an involutionary/evolutionary balance, where we make the decisions in what to do and what to create here in our daily lives and on earth, meanwhile nature supplies the matter, means and action to make it come into five sense form. If we keep neglecting all the immediate and all-covering knowledge about dynamic balance in life (in every level of existence, micro and macro), we keep creating very unbalanced results around us. If we start turning to the intelligence within form, and ask “How is it appropriate to build this house/vehicle/garden?”, then we get results that are highly balanced.I both wanted to present you with this concept and hear your thoughts or maybe even experiences from this, and also I wanted to let you know where I come from in my view of life (as a way to present myself at the same time, since I don’t have any blog of my own yet, which by the way seems really stimulating to have…) .Kindest regards, Anneli, Sweden Approve  Trash | Mark as Spam More information about Anneli Karlsten Montin IP: 83.226.78.204, c-cc4ee253.5707940–62697410.cust.bredbandsbolaget.se E-mail: anneli.karlsten@hotmail.com URL: Whois: http://whois.arin.net/rest/ip/83.226.78.204 Thanks for flying with WordPress.com

At the time of writing this, my internet connection, as often, isn’t working, so I have been unable to go and check anything yet about Machaelle Wright, but I guess I can still start answering Anneli just from the viewpoint on this offered by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, as well as from the direct experience I happen to have had myself about this for many years.
What is certainly a distinctive aspect of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother’s evolutive vision and work is that:
1/ it includes the transformation of Matter too, and
2/ this transformation of Matter is to happen through a gradual awakening of the consciousness that has been present since ever in Matter itself, just as in every other level of the One Reality there is.
In this blog, what I mostly speak of regarding this, is the awakening of our body-cells’ consciousness, because this new development is already a fact difficult enough for most people to become used to, for a start!…
But Evolution is definitely not concerned with us Humans only, the new Consciousness-Force now at work everywhere on this planet is affecting everything.
Moreover, the very reason why it was indispensable for this new Energy to be activated at last in the atmosphere and very substance of the Earth, was that only this Supramental Energy, and not the other energies activated one after the other for the previous steps of terrestrial evolution, would have the power necessary for the consciousness in Matter itself to finally awaken back to its own secret divine nature. Without this awakening and divinisation of Matter too, one could never really speak of a ‘Life Divine’ upon Earth, for our poor physical bodies would be condemned to remaining in their present condition, which is far from being divine, with the constant and ineluctable threat of wound, disease or death. The tremendous unused potential that even scientists are starting to see in our DNA and in the normal immortality of our body-cells would remain only that: an unused potential.
In the past some of us humans had been awakening at other levels of our being, thanks to the growing activity of the spirit within each of us, for Evolution kept leading us forward, as a species too, into a life more and more influenced and guided from within by our innermost being: our soul.
But our physical body and generally all things physical were still considered off limits for this gradual spiritualisation of our being: Matter in itself was still believed to be alien and opposed to the Spirit, and devoid of consciousness.
This is changing, though. More and more of our renowned contemporary scientists now refute the materialistic dogma that is still the official basis of our therefore obviously futile attempts to understand the world in which we live, and ourselves within that world: more and more experiments everywhere show the undeniable presence of some form of consciousness, and even of will-power and capacity of choice, in everything, down to the quantum particles that are the very constituents of Matter.
The work of Pr. Amit Goswamy is particularly revealing and daring in this regard.
But we who concern ourselves, not in abstractions, but in what can be practically done already in our lives dedicated to Conscious Evolution, will not wait for the mainstream scientists to finally acknowledge the truth: with or without their permission, we will immediately take advantage of all the possibilities offered to us by this factual truth that Spirit and Matter are actually one, two forms of the very same unique Reality that everything there is, is part of.
Since ever there have been human beings capable of contacting the vibratory contents left in objects (rings, for example) by those who at some point used them on a daily basis, and of restituting the experiential origin of those vibratory ‘recordings’, with all the vividness of the visual and emotional situation, be it from centuries or millennia ago, a capacity known as Psychometry today.
And even more commonly, every modern man who has taken care of his beloved car like so many of them still do in spite of living in a ‘consumers’ society’ that pushes them to change their car again and again; most men build a relationship with their car that they know is really reciprocated by the car in some way, as crazy as this may seem to a dry rational mind. I remember a wonderful book by Lyall Watson that focused on that particularity of objects in general to last longer or remain in better condition than normal, because of the amount of actual tenderness their owners bestow upon them. In Lyall Watson’s findings, the opposite was true too: there were many cases of objects of all kinds taking revenge, so to say, on their careless or brutal owners by finding ways to hurt them or sometimes even kill them if they could manage that!!!
When I read that book, I was not surprised by those findings: in our little world of Auroville, I am well-known for the uncanny way the objects and clothes I use last much longer than they generally do for other people. I must say I am indeed the caring type to an especially high degree, and build up a little relationship with everything that is part of my daily world, and this may include sometimes everything I happen to come in contact with outside of my world.
Some other Aurovilians, not to mention all the ‘normal ‘ persons I also meet, probably consider me a bit queer if they see me saying a few words to the object I hold, or caressing it briefly the way I would an animal pet, but I know I am right, and my body knows it too: just as I am writing this, the body-cells in both my hands, although quite busy typing all these words for me on my laptop, still communicated fervently their own approval to me by suddenly warming up and sending to my central consciousness the memory of a totally unexpected (as usual…) but so moving experience I had years ago:
I was doing the dishes; and I was not doing the dishes consciously at that precise moment, I was doing them as unconsciously as anybody else would who is not leading a life of Conscious Evolution. I must have been preoccupied by some stupid usual human reason for being preoccupied, so instead of paying attention to what I was doing, I was washing those dishes with my mind somewhere else… when suddenly my attention was brought back to what was really happening – for something was indeed happening, something very special, down there in that sink, between my hands and those dishes they were washing: my hands – not me, but my hands – were full of love, radiating it quietly but so strongly it was the intense feeling of that love that had pulled my attention back there; slowly, lovingly, they were caressing the dishes they were washing, with as much tenderness and care as a mama would her child; and the cups and plates and bowls were responding joyously to their touch, and sending back love too to them, it was a wonderful flow of love from matter to matter, like a dance of love within Matter itself, so utterly sweet and moving that a few tears of soul joy rolled down my cheeks, while I was witnessing this so simple, yet so miraculous little event happening silently in that sink, on this small planet, in this tiny corner of the universe…

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The Inner Meaning I See in What Happened Here Recently

Of course as always what has happened here over the last few weeks is not to be seen superficially, but in the context of the evolutive purpose of the very existence of Auroville as a whole, and, within that whole, of my own individual existence as well.
I am certainly not a daredevil trying to prove myself to the world or to my own eyes. I am not the adventurous type, rather the opposite. But whether scared or not, if I see and feel clearly that I must take a certain stand/do a certain action, I can’t help but doing it!… It has been the same already when I came to Auroville: I was terribly scared, actually I thought I was completely mad to go live in a place where everything would be so difficult, but at the same time I knew that this was the only choice for me, the only decision worth taking, the one that would really make the most out of this present lifetime I had finally decided to go on living. So although all the rest of my being was scared, my soul still won, and dragged all the rest, kicking and screaming, all the way to India, because that’s where Auroville was, and my soul wanted to participate in Auroville.
So I am not really brave at all, as some people believe: I wish they were right!… In fact my soul only is brave, the other parts of my being just have to follow, that’s all, however miserable they may feel doing so. Same thing about my so called strong will-power: it’s not strong at all, it’s just that I find myself sometimes saying or doing things with great force from some inner strength, while I am astonished at saying or doing those things without having had any conscious intention of doing or saying them…! Yet, there is a kind of inner certainty that this is the correct thing for me to say or do at that moment, and it is that inner certitude that gives me this unexpected strength against even the opinion of the bewildered others, or physical circumstances.
As for those others, they too are playing their role, whether knowingly or not, in this overall script that will have the best possible result for the inner growth of each of us and for the whole process of our collective evolution as well. Auroville is but one sub-play inside the overall  terrestrial Play at this point of its linear time, illusory but agreed upon by all participants as indispensable to the acting out of the Play.
I’ll explain what I feel I myself and Auroville have progressed upon through these recent events:
I was not quite sure I was really detached enough to let go of that house without much emotional distress if ever it became necessary; well, it did become necessary, and so I was able to see how well I took this loss, which at some point seemed bound to happen quite inevitably. I  can say now that I really was not terribly affected; on the other hand even after moving out to this other house because the worst of the cyclone was still to come according to the meteo, still something in me kept having more faith in the Divine than in the meteorological predictions, and I slept soundly that night… only to discover the next morning that no cyclone had happened and that my house, o complete delight, was still in the vertical position.
Yet the slight threat to the front foundations was still the same, and that is what motivated at last one capable person to intervene without waiting any further.
The funny thing is that at first, like all the others who had come before to urge me to move out, etc, he too came back from looking at those front foundations, saying something like ‘oh my god, what a terrible weather and a dangerous situation’, etc etc; but I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, I just exploded, and blasted the poor guy right in front of the other persons who were there that morning at the Kitchen:
 ’Stop this!!! Stop this nonsense!!! Of course it will go on like this if all of you keep imagining only that it will, instead of imagining deliberately another outcome, another possible future for this house, for this whole place!!! All those negative thoughts do nothing but attract the catastrophes they predict and anticipate, so please, if you really want to help, first stop this !…’
He was so stunned by my words, which he at once realized were right, it turned him around completely, and he decided there and then that he would not only change his thinking, but also add some immediate action to insure a more positive future: he would take up the protection of my house.
And so he did the very next day.
The email he at the same time sent around to all our major administrative Groups in Auroville had a contagious effect, and they too joined in that effort, each one in its own independant way; the interesting thing is that all of it became a concerted effort and a collaboration that no one had envisaged before, but which nevertheless happened, for the good of Auroville as a whole, I believe, breaking at last through the inertia and apathy that had been until then the only collective response to our plight on the beach.
Then the ocean itself in the following days became so calm I was able to go again in the water, and even to float and swim blissfully on my back, something I had not been doing since many months because the ocean was too rough!…
Next came the change in direction of the current, and the waves starting to deposit sand instead of taking it away!!! Day after day the high cliff dug out all along the shore became less high, it was being filled, and by now there is almost no difference in level anymore.
What a complete change.
Even the expected cyclone’s disappearance may have had to do with a change in way of thinking on the part of all the friends of mine who had come just before, nearly mourning me already, and insistently proposing to me other refuges more inland, in their own places for example; to all I had as patiently as I could explained how their own worrying thoughts were actually likely to make the very result they dreaded become true, and I had urged them to start countering any dire meteorological prediction by deliberate thoughts of a more positive script. Perhaps they all did start to do just that afterwards regarding this anticipated cyclone, and that sent it away indeed!!!
In any case, that time, not having my laptop, I didn’t have any possibility of calling upon you all, visitors to this blog who in other occasions had helped inwardly with such magnificent results; so that time it must have been just my own faith plus the changed thought of those other Aurovilians that were enough to push the danger away… With as always the help of the Divine Grace of course.
Well, all this experimentation with our collective thoughts has been for me a most fascinating thing to watch over this year, every time with a significant outcome… Thanks to all for their participation in this  spontaneously extended research work somehow sparked by this humble blog for the Laboratory of Evolution not only in Auroville itself, but all over the planet!… So, congratulations, and please keep at it, especially when you are not hearing anymore from me, which is generally a sign of trouble, as you may have noticed…!

 

English: Beautiful view of Pondicherry Auroville Beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)