Sri Aurobindo sur Santé, Peur et Maladie

Traduction de l’article récent (https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/sri-aurobindo-on-health-fear-and-disease/?fbclid=IwAR3D8EM_1LnJxFGajZA1dSAizOrpDTD9VZHJDPpdv_5R10kp8JbeGriA fjM), avec en plus ici les commentaires que la Mère a faits à leur propos.

Extraits tirés de “Pensées et Aphorismes” de Sri Aurobindo, commentés par la Mère (en italiques), p.376  et suivantes, dans la partie “Karma”:

12 mars 1970

386 —Les maladies se prolongent inutilement et se terminent par la mort plus souvent qu’il n’est inévitable, parce que le mental du malade soutient la maladie de son corps et s’y appesantit.

C’est d’une vérité absolue!

387 —La science médicale a été une malédiction plus qu’une bénédiction pour l’humanité. Certes, elle a brisé la violence des épidémies et découvert une chirurgie merveilleuse, mais elle a aussi affaibli la santé naturelle de l’homme et multiplié les maladies individuelles; elle a implanté dans le mental et dans le corps la peur et la dépendance; elle a appris à notre santé à ne pas s’appuyer sur la solidité naturelle mais sur la béquille branlante et répugnante des comprimés du règne minéral et végétal.

388 —Le médecin décoche une drogue sur la maladie : parfois il frappe juste, parfois il manque le but. Les coups manqués sont laissés hors de compte; les coups au but sont précieusement thésaurisés, comptés, mis en système et font une science.

C’est admirable !

389 —Nous rions du sauvage parce qu’il a foi en le sorcier-guérisseur, mais l’homme civilisé est-il moins superstitieux avec sa foi en les docteurs? Le sauvage constate qu’en répétant une certaine incantation, souvent il guérit d’une certaine maladie : il a confiance. Le malade civilisé constate qu’en s’administrant certains remèdes selon certaine ordonnance, souvent il guérit d’une certaine maladie : il a confiance. Où est la différence?

On pourrait dire, pour conclure, que c’est la foi du malade qui donne aux remèdes le pouvoir de guérir. Peut-être que si les hommes avaient une foi absolue en la puissance curative de la Grâce, ils éviteraient bien des maladies.

13 mars 1970

390 —Le berger de l’Inde septentrionale, attaqué par la fièvre, s’assoit dans le fleuve pendant une heure, ou plus, et se relève sain et sauf. Si l’homme instruit en faisait autant, il périrait, non pas parce qu’un remède de même nature tue l’un et guérit l’autre, mais parce que nos corps ont été irrémédiablement endoctrinés par le mental et ont pris de fausses habitudes.

391 —Ce ne sont pas tant les remèdes qui guérissent que la foi du malade en le médecin et en les médicaments. L’un et l’autre sont de maladroits succédanés de la foi naturelle en notre propre pouvoir spontané, que ceux-ci ont détruit.

392 —Les époques les plus saines de l’humanité furent celles où il y avait le moins de remèdes matériels.

393 —La race la plus robuste et la plus saine existant encore sur la terre était celle des sauvages d’Afrique; mais combien de temps pourront-ils rester sains et robustes une fois que leur conscience physique aura été contaminée par les aberrations mentales des races civilisées?

Comme toujours les paroles de Sri Aurobindo sont prophétiques. Car c’est lorsque l’humanité sera guérie de ses aberrations mentales qu’elle pourra manifester la conscience supramentale et retrouver la santé naturelle que le mental lui a fait perdre.

14 mars 1970

394 —Nous devrions nous servir de la santé divine qui est en nous pour guérir et empêcher les maladies; mais Galien, Hippocrate et toute la sainte tribu nous ont fourni à la place un arsenal de drogues et des tours de passe-passe barbares en latin pour évangile physique.

395 —La science médicale est bien intentionnée et ceux qui la pratiquent sont souvent bienfaisants et assez fréquemment pleins d’abnégation; mais la bonne intention de l’ignorant a-t-elle jamais empêché de faire du mal?

396 —Si réellement tous les remèdes étaient efficaces en soi et toutes les théories médicales solides, en quoi cela nous consolerait-il d’avoir perdu notre santé et notre vitalité naturelles? L’arbre “upas” est sain en toutes ses parties, mais c’est tout de même un arbre upas .* (* Arbre originaire d’Indonésie, dont la sève servait à faire des flèches empoisonnées.)

397 —L’esprit en nous est le seul médecin totalement efficace, et la soumission du corps à l’esprit, la seule panacée véritable.

398 —Dieu en nous est Volonté infinie qui s’accomplit spontanément. Insensible à la peur de la mort, ne peux-tu point Lui laisser le soin de tes maux, non pas à titre d’essai mais avec une foi calme et entière? Tu t’apercevras finalement qu’Il surpasse l’habileté d’un million de docteurs.

399 —La santé protégée par vingt mille précautions, tel est l’évangile du médecin; mais ce n’est pas l’évangile de Dieu pour le corps, ni celui de la Nature.

La souveraineté du mental a rendu l’humanité esclave des docteurs et de leurs remèdes. Et le résultat est que les maladies augmentent en nombre et en gravité. Le seul vrai salut pour les hommes est d’échapper à la domination mentale en s’ouvrant à l’Influence Divine qu’ils obtiendront par une soumission totale.

15 mars 1970

400 —Il fut un temps où l’homme était naturellement en bonne santé, et il pourrait revenir à cette condition première si on le lui permettait; mais la science médicale poursuit notre corps avec une innombrable troupe de drogues et assaille notre imagination par des hordes de microbes voraces.

401 —Je préférerais mourir et en avoir fini plutôt que de passer ma vie à me défendre contre le siège de microbes fantômes. Si c’est là être barbare et inéclairé, j’embrasse joyeusement mes ténèbres cimmériennes.

402 —Les chirurgiens sauvent et guérissent en tranchant et en mutilant. Pourquoi ne pas plutôt chercher à découvrir les remèdes directs et tout-puissants de la Nature?

403 —Il faudra longtemps avant que l’auto-guérison remplace la médecine en raison de la peur, du manque de confiance en soi et de notre croyance physique dénaturée en les médicaments, que la science médicale a enseignés à notre mental et à notre corps et dont elle a fait notre seconde nature.

Ce n’est par aucune mesure extérieure que nous pouvons réagir contre le mal fait par la foi mentale en la nécessité des drogues. C’est seulement en sortant de la prison mentale et en surgissant consciemment dans la lumière de l’esprit que nous pourrions, par une union consciente avec le Divin, Lui permettre de nous redonner l’équilibre et la santé que nous avons perdus. La transformation supramentale est le seul remède véritable.

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404 —La médecine n’est nécessaire à nos corps malades que parce que nos corps ont appris l’art de ne pas se rétablir sans médecines. Même ainsi, on constate souvent que le moment choisi par la Nature pour guérir est celui-là même où les docteurs avaient perdu tout espoir de conserver la vie.

405 —La perte de confiance en la puissance curative qui est en nous fut notre chute physique du paradis. La science médicale et une mauvaise hérédité sont les deux anges de Dieu qui se tiennent à la porte pour nous interdire d’y rentrer.

406 —La science médicale vis-à-vis du corps humain est telle une grande puissance qui, par sa protection, affaiblit un État plus petit, ou tel un voleur bienfaisant qui jette par terre sa victime et la crible de blessures afin qu’il puisse consacrer sa vie à guérir et à soigner son corps délabré.

407 —Les médicaments guérissent le corps —à moins qu’ils ne le détraquent tout simplement ou l’empoisonnent —seulement si leur attaque physique contre la maladie est soutenue par la force de l’esprit; si l’on peut faire agir cette force librement, les médicaments deviennent aussitôt superflus.

Sri Aurobindo nous fait une description saisissante du cauchemar dans lequel nous vivons, afin d’éveiller en nous l’aspiration inlassable vers le salut de la conscience véri-table et de la foi exclusive en la toute-puissance Divine.

Sri Aurobindo on Health, Fear and Disease

Down below you will find some powerful ‘Thoughts and Aphorisms’ by Sri Aurobindo, written already around 1910-1914, that from the start of my stay in Auroville, from 1972 on, have helped me constantly to keep my body in good health most of the time, simply because my mind, thanks to Sri Aurobindo, had seen the deep roots of Disease, right in the mind itself:
‘Disease is needlessly prolonged and ends in death oftener than is inevitable, because the mind of the patient supports and dwells upon the disease of his body.
Medical Science has been more a curse to mankind than a blessing. It has broken the force of epidemics and unveiled a marvellous surgery, but, also, it has weakened the natural health of man and multiplied individual diseases; it has implanted fear and dependence in the mind and body; it has taught our health to repose not on natural soundness but a rickety and distasteful crutch compact from the mineral and vegetable kingdoms.
The doctor aims a drug at a disease; sometimes it hits, sometimes misses. The misses are left out of account, the hits treasured up, reckoned and systematised into a science.
We laugh at the savage for his faith in the medicine-man; but how are the civilised less superstitious who have faith in the doctors? The savage finds that when a certain incantation is repeated, he often recovers from a certain disease; he believes. The civilised patient finds that when he doses himself according to a certain prescription, he often recovers from a certain disease; he believes. Where is the difference?
The north-country Indian herdsman, attacked by fever, sits in the chill stream of a river for an hour or more and rises up free and healthy. If the educated man did the same, he would perish, not because the same remedy in its nature kills one and cures another, but because our bodies have been fatally indoctrinated by the mind into false habits.
It is not the medicine that cures so much as the patient’s faith in the doctor and the medicine. Both are a clumsy substitute for the natural faith in one’s own self-power which they have themselves destroyed.
The healthiest ages of mankind were those in which there were the fewest material remedies.
The most robust and healthy race left on earth were the African savages; but how long can they so remain after their physical consciousness has been contaminated by the mental aberrations of the civilised?
We ought to use the divine health in us to cure and prevent diseases; but Galen and Hippocrates and their tribe have given us instead an armoury of drugs and a barbarous Latin hocuspocus as our physical gospel.
Medical Science is well-meaning and its practitioners often benevolent and not seldom self-sacrificing; but when did the well- meaning of the ignorant save them from harm-doing?
If all remedies were really and in themselves efficacious and all medical theories sound, how would that console us for our lost natural health and vitality? The upas-tree is sound in all its parts, but it is still an upas-tree.
The spirit within us is the only all-efficient doctor and submission of the body to it the one true panacea.
God within is infinite and self-fulfilling Will. Unaffected by the fear of death canst thou leave to Him, not as an experiment, but with a calm and entire faith thy ailments? Thou shalt find that in the end He exceeds the skill of a million doctors.
Health protected by twenty-thousand precautions is the gospel of the doctor; but it is not God’s evangel for the body, nor Nature’s.
Man was once naturally healthy and could revert to that primal condition if he were suffered; but Medical Science pursues our body with an innumerable pack of drugs and assails the imagination with ravening hordes of microbes.
 
I would rather die and have done with it than spend life in defending myself against a phantasmal siege of microbes. If that is to be barbarous, unenlightened, I embrace gladly my Cimmerian darkness.
Surgeons save and cure by cutting and maiming. Why not rather seek to discover Nature’s direct all-powerful remedies?
It should take long for self-cure to replace medicine, because of the fear, self-distrust and unnatural physical reliance on drugs which Medical Science has taught to our minds and bodies and made our second nature.
Medicine is necessary for our bodies in disease only because our bodies have learned the art of not getting well without medicines. Even so, one sees often that the moment Nature chooses for recovery is that in which the life is abandoned as hopeless by the doctors.
Distrust of the curative power within us was our physical fall from Paradise. Medical Science and a bad heredity are the two angels of God who stand at the gates to forbid our return and re-entry.
Medical Science to the human body is like a great Power which enfeebles a smaller State by its protection or like a benevolent robber who knocks his victim flat and riddles him with wounds in order that he may devote his life to healing and serving the shattered body.
Drugs cure the body when they do not merely trouble or poison it, but only if their physical attack on the disease is supported by the force of the spirit; if that force can be made to work freely, drugs are superfluous.’
(Sri Aurobindo, ‘Thoughts and Aphorisms’, in vol. ‘Essays Divine And Human’, pp. 474-77)

 

This doesn’t mean of course that in the present circumstances we shouldn’t wear a mask and use sanitizers as required by our respective governments’ rules. Of course we should. But within, there shouldn’t be fear…

All my thanks go to ‘Muriel d’Auroville’ who on her Facebook Timeline has copied all these texts. I had tried to do it myself before, but hadn’t managed to do it well enough technically, so I was overjoyed yesterday to discover her recent post, and to be able to copy it, first on my own Timeline, and, for better visibility, here on my Research Blog as well now…

For more deep insights about Health, see the full Category (in the right margin ‘Health & Healing’… and also ‘The Way of Fun’.

To your Health!…

31.8.2019: Cérémonie pour Pachamama – et la forêt amazonienne – à Auroville

Samedi dernier, il y juste deux jours, le 31 août, j’ai été heureuse de participer à un évènement organisé comme d’habitude par Anandi, une Aurovilienne (et amie) de longue date, originaire d’Argentine, qui coordine ici tout ce qui concerne l’Amérique (les trois Amériques en Une) et le site de son futur Pavillon dans la Zone Culturelle d’Auroville.
Voici, pour commencer, l’annonce lancée quelque temps auparavant:
Très chers amis, nous aurons une Cérémonie très spéciale le 31 août à notre Site de l’Amérique:
Tout d’abord, c’est le dernier jour d’août, le Mois de la Pachamama, que nous célébrons comme à l’habitude ensemble.
D’autre part, nous avons un Newcomer à Auroville, Eric, de France mais relié à notre Continent, non seulement par son épouse Paraguayenne, mais aussi par son contact très étroit avec les Lakota Sioux, qui lui ont donné l’initiation depuis déjà longtemps.
Mais il y a plus: nous avons reçu des Andes un incroyable cadeau: un Wipala, le drapeau Arc-en-ciel des Peuples Indigènes d’Amérique.
Pour toutes ces raisons, nous allons nous réunir sur l’Apacheta à la Nursery, juste pour Célébrer ensemble… et aussi prier et chanter pour la guérison de l’Amazonie.
S’il vous plaît, apportez de la nourriture, des fleurs, de l’encens, quoi que ce soit qui pour vous a de l’importance, pour l’offrir à notre Terre Mère ce jour-là.
Merci d’être avec nous,
Anandi, B, Eric et Lara
NOTE: ENVOYEZ CETTE INVITATION À TOUTE PERSONNE RELIÉE À L’AMÉRIQUE. MERCI.
Avec cette annonce se trouvait l’image d’une affiche que, par une merveilleuse synchronicité, j’ai vue à nouveau, mais cette fois grand format, juste le jour d’après l’annonce, parmi les nombreux panneaux arrangés en exposition d’extérieur au Centre pour les Visiteurs, informant les gens sur la Zone Culturelle et certains Pavillons Culturels non encore édifiés mais déjà existants dans le coeur des Auroviliens qui s’y sentent reliés de quelque manière que ce soit. Je n’avais jamais eu la curiosité d’aller regarder ces panneaux auparavant, si bien que je n’avais jamais vu non plus cette extraordinaire affiche de l’Amérique Une, et maintenant je la voyais deux fois en deux jours!…
(J’ai bien essayé de copier-coller cette affiche sur cet article, mais je n’ai pas réussi… pas encore. Je trouverai bien le moyen à un moment… ).
Quelques jours et un Rappel après, le jour J était déjà là, et tout se passa très bien. Environ 26 personnes participèrent.
Le jour suivant, Anandi ouvrit la voie aux impressions et commentaires, en étant la première à donner les siens dans un nouveau mail:
Merci à Eric pour ses Prières Lakota, à Andres pour sa gaita et à Jivatman pour son improvisation à la flûte pendant notre Visualisation concernant l’Amazonie. À Svaram pour les instruments et à tout le monde pour avoir participé de tout leur coeur à cette Célébration. Combien nous souhaitons que nos voix et notre amour, depuis le Site de l’Amérique à Auroville, aient atteint notre Amérique pour l’aider à surmonter ce moment difficile.
Un grand merci à B pour avoir fait partie d’Amérique Une depuis quarante ans… et pour avoir apporté un gâteau au chocolat avec une Carte de l’Amérique tracée dessus! Merci à Shakti et Ravi pour la délicieuse nourriture indienne.
Dans son Amour, en Gratitude
💜🕊

Anandi

Ce à quoi Jivatman (l’Aurovilien du Brésil qui improvisa de façon si belle sur sa flûte) répondit immédiatement:
Un grand Merci à toi pour ce partage!
et Mita, qui n’était pas venue, répondit elle aussi:
Wow, Anandi,
Ça semble avoir été fabuleux!
Regrette de n’avoir pas pu rentrer assez tôt pour me joindre à vous.
La prochaine fois!
Meilleurs voeux
Mita R.
Lire tout cela eut sur moi également un étrange effet de contagion, ouvrant en moi tout un flot de sentiments profonds dont j’avais été consciente pendant la Cérémonie, et qui soudain voulaient être partagés avec tous. Voici la forme que cela a prise finalement:
“Mes joyeux remerciements à chacun de ceux qui ont fait de cet évènement un aussi beau moment – ceux déjà mentionnés par Anandi, plus Anandi elle-même, pour en avoir été l’initiatrice… Et puis merci à Pachamama en personne, vivante dans ce monticule que nous avions formé, tout comme sous nos pieds nus; et à ses grands enfants-arbres hauts et larges autour de nous dans cette belle clairière, avec le Soleil présent lui aussi, descendant lentement à travers le feuillage dans la vastitude du Ciel au-dessus de nous! Notre Appel alla vers les Six Directions, oui vraiment, avec en nos coeurs spécialement l’Amazonie…
Vers les Deux Directions du Temps aussi nous avons appelé: il se trouve que je suis l’une des rares personnes à Auroville depuis 1972, à représenter l’Amérique Centrale, à travers la Martinique, l’une de ces Antilles, françaises ou non, qui sont les restes dans l’Océan Atlantique d’un très ancien Continent du Passé Oublié, longtemps avant ce vaste

mélange de peuples aux diverses origines que les trois parties de l’Amérique, y compris ces îles, sont devenues au présent, à part quelques rares endroits ayant encore leur population originelle. Vers un Futur plus vrai, symbolisé par Auroville elle-même, alla aussi notre Appel:

Auroville: enfin un lieu où la Diversité divine est consciemment protégée et chérie, tout en étant en même temps harmonisée en sa vaste, divine Unité…
Eh bien, après le changement de location officielle du Site de l’Amérique, c’était la première fois que j’étais arrivée à trouver un moment, au moment voulu… et à trouver même aussi enfin cette nouvelle location, pas si facile à atteindre, mais si accueillante une fois là!
Il y avait même un petit carré de feuille d’or pour amener le Matrimandir au beau milieu de tous les objets plus spécifiquement culturels à utiliser pendant la Cérémonie… Et de toutes petites photos de Sri Aurobindo et de Mère étaient là également, matérialisations discrètes comme il se devait de leur Présence et Soutien dans notre entreprise.
Mes remerciements les plus chaleureux à toi, Eric, pour m’avoir depuis je ne sais où apporté une chaise, afin que je n’aie pas à rester debout tout le temps! Sois béni pour cela, aussi bien que pour ton rôle si important dans cette Cérémonie à laquelle ton acte de gentillesse m’a permis de me joindre!
Ayant à rentrer chez moi avant la nuit, je ne pouvais rester jusqu’à la toute fin et avoir une part de la nourriture si appétissante apportée dès le début par B, et vers la fin par Shakti + Ravi et leurs merveileux enfants, mais j’ai pu au moins être là pour me réjouir de la participation délicieusement spontanée de la petite fille, et même du bébé, avant de devoir m’en aller… Quelle Bénédiction additionnelle du Futur ils étaient pour nous tous là-bas, surtout des adultes ayant préparé le terrain et l’atmosphère du mieux qu’ils ont pu, pour que eux réalisent plus tard l’Auroville encore plus vrai dont la Terre a besoin…
Avec de l’Amour souriant,
Bhaga ‘
Quand j’ai eu terminé cette “petite contribution” qui s’allongeait au fur et à mesure que je l’écrivais, j’ai réalisé qu’elle était en fait destinée à devenir la dernière partie du nouvel article depuis longtemps attendu pour mon Blog de Recherche, ‘Lab of Evolution’: un article qui retracerait l’historique de cet évènement comme je l’ai vécu et serai toujours heureuse de me le rappeler….
Et voilà que ce récit est là maintenant, pour que vous qui me lisez, en ayez la joie vous aussi!… Avec l’aide de l’une des photos prises pendant la Cérémonie:

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31.8.2019: The Pachamama Ceremony in Auroville – also for the Amazon forests

This last Saturday, just two days ago, on 31st of August, I was glad to participate in an event organized as usual by Anandi, a long time Aurovilian and personal friend from Argentina, who coordinates here all that concerns America (the three Americas as One) and the site of its future Pavilion in the Cultural Zone of Auroville.
Here is, to start with, the announcement she had put out some days before:
Dearest people, we have a very Special Ceremony the 31st. August at our America Site :
First of all, it is the last day of August, the Month of the Pachamama that we usually celebrate together.
On the other hand, we have a New Comer in Auroville, Eric, from France, related with our Continent, one for being married with a Paraguayan lady, and also, for his very close contact with the Lakota Sioux, with whom he has been initiated long back.
But more: we have received an incredible gift from the Andes: a Wipala,  the Rainbow flag of the Indigenous People of America.
For all of that, we are going to be together at the Apacheta in the Nursery, just to Celebrate together… and also to pray and sing for the healing of the Amazon.
 
Please, bring some food, flowers, incense. or anything valuable for you, to offer to the Mother Earth that day.
 
Thanks for being with us,
 
Anandi, B, Eric and Lara
 
 
NOTE : PLEASE FORWARD THIS INVITATION TO EVERYBODY RELATED WITH AMERICA. THANKS
With this announcement was also the image of a great poster that, by a wonderful synchronicity, I saw again just the day after the announcement, but this time big size, at the Visitors’ Centre, among the many panels put up as an outside exhibition informing people about the Cultural Zone and some of the Cultural Pavilions not yet built, but already living in the heart of the Aurovilians related to it in whatever way. I had never had the curiosity to look at those panels before, so I had never seen this amazing ‘America Poster either, and now I was seeing twice in two days!…
(I tried to copy and paste here that poster, but it didn’t work … yet. Some day I’ll find the way…)
A few days and a ‘Reminder’ email later, the Day was already upon us, and it all happened very smoothly. About 26 persons showed up.
The following day, Anandi opened the way to impressions and comments, by starting with her own:
Thanks to Eric for his Lakota Prayers , to Andres for his gaita and to Jivatman for his flute improvisation for our Visualization on the Amazon . To Svaram for the instruments , and to everybody participating heartily on the Celebration . We would like that our voices and love from the America Site in Av., went to our America for overcome this difficult moment .
A big thanks to B for having been with America One for the last 40 years … and for bringing a chocolate cake with the America’s map on ! Thanks to Shakti and Ravi for the delicious Indian food.
In Her Love and Gratitude
💜🕊

Anandi

To which Jivatman (the Aurovilian from Brazil who improvized beautifully on his flute) answered at once:
 Thank you so much for sharing!
and Mita, who had missed it, sent in another reply: 
Wow, Anandi,
That sounds fabulous!
Wish I could have made it back in time to join in.
The next one!
Best,
Mita R.
Reading all this had a contagious effect on me as well, opening up in me a whole well of deep feelings I had been conscious of during the event, and that suddenly wanted to be shared with all. Here is the form it finally took:
‘My joyful thanks to everyone who made this such a very nice event – those already mentioned by Anandi, plus Anandi herself for taking the initiative… And plus also Pachamama herself, alive in that little mound we made, just as under our naked feet; and her large tree-children standing tall and large around us in that beautiful clearing, with the Sun attending too, going down slowly through the foliage in the vastness of the Sky over us! Our Call went to all the Six Directions indeed, with in our heart especially the Amazon…

To the Two Directions of Time as well we called: I happen to be one of the few here since 1972 who represent Central America, through Martinique, one of those French Antilles or West Indies, which are the small remnants in the Atlantic Ocean of a very ancient, forgotten Past Continent, long before this vast melting-pot of peoples of all origins that the present three parts of America, including those islands, have slowly become over the millennia, except for rare spots with still the original population. Towards a truer Future, symbolized by Auroville itself, went also our Call:

Auroville: at last a place where the divine Diversity is being consciously kept and cherished, while being also harmonized into its vast, divine Unity…
Well, after the change of location of America’s official site, this was the first time I managed to find the time, at the right time… and to find also at last this new place, not so easy to reach, but so welcoming once there! Even a little square of gold was there to bring the Matrimandir into the midst of all the more specifically cultural objects that were used for the Ceremony… And tiny photos of Sri Aurobindo and Mother were there too, materializations discrete as should be of their Presence and Help in our endeavor.
My warmest thanks to you, Eric, for bringing me all the way from somewhere a chair, so that I wouldn’t have to stand all the time!… May you be blessed for that, as much as for your great role in this Ceremony your caring enabled me to join in!
Having to go home before dark, I couldn’t stay till the very end and get a share of the delicious-looking food brought from the start by B, and towards the end by Shakti + Ravi and their wonderful kids, but at least I was able to enjoy the delightful participation of those kids before having to leave… What an additional Blessing from the Future they were for all of us there, mostly adults who have prepared the ground and the atmosphere as best they could, for them to realize in turn later the truer yet Auroville that the Earth needs…
With smiling Love,
Bhaga ‘
After finishing this ‘little contribution’ of mine that had grown longer as it was being written, I realized it was actually to be the last part of a much overdue new post for my Research Blog, ‘Lab of Evolution’: a post that would retrace the history of the event as I lived it and will be ever happy to remember it….
And here it is now, for you my readers to enjoy it too!… With the help of one of the photos taken during the Ceremony:

 

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Eric with the drum, Anandi with the poncho

Why my ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ after forty years of ‘Yoga of the Cells’

As I explained in my previous article, it is since 1975 and the full coming in front of my Psychic Being (the ‘Being of the Soul’, as Sri Aurobindo  and Mother call It) that devotional songs for the Divine began spontaneously coming to me, again and again.

And it is when the inner contact with my cells, which happened by itself one year later, in 1976, enabled me to notice with astonishment,  as early as 1978, that here and there in my body they were turning altogether spiritual, it is from that time on that those cells, of a body not only creole but also born in Africa, started to influence the devotional songs that kept coming to me: it was now often on the very joyful rhythm of a biguine or a samba that they expressed themselves!…

So, the sudden influx in September and October 2017 of several more such songs, but dedicated specifically to Africa, has only been the most recent form that  those ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ took, composing themselves inside of me since the early Eighties.

I thought I had given them that name only just before the African Niagara: precisely the night before the powerful arrival of the African Niagara in the early morning, I had made a list of all my very rhythmic songs and had given them that name – for the first time, or so I believed.

A major mistake actually:

It is simple little notebooks for schoolkids that I use for noting down since 1988 (at last…) the spiritual progresses of my cells, as well as my dreams – in case the latter may reveal a secret inner relation with the cellular progresses also recorded.

From the very first notebook in 1988, I named the future whole record of those notes ‘My Cells and Me:  Journal of a Wonderful Adventure Together’.

Quite recently – these last few weeks – , while going back in time leafing through those notebooks, searching for an entirely different cellular event, I stumbled upon the veritable date on which for the first time I had had the inspiration of that name for my songs with a more exotic rhythm: it was in fact, unbelievable but true, in the morning of Feb. 24th 2017, that is, exactly the day after my birthday last year!!!

What a surprise! Already on that morning, right after my previous birthday, the Divine had whispered to me this precise name for those songs: ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’!…

Stunned, I realized this specific name was having then a great importance, more so than I had suspected. In effect, that name was enabling me to evoke and honor the name of similar but older songs, indeed, but also to signal the difference: thanks to its greater universality that name could then be used for the joyful devotional expression of any people or culture, beyond all the religions and their human dogmas so limiting and divisive!…

Thanks to the genetic research that has now become so easy to do, many people are discovering they have had ancestors of totally unsuspected origins, and this simple revelation by itself makes them open up to those other cultures they had no idea they were linked to.

But what Genetics don’t know yet, is that we have often been our own ancestors, too…! And in my personal case, it is not just African and Creole roots that I have in me. Be it from one lifetime or the other, I have actually roots masculine or feminine, on all continents, under all latitudes and all skin colors, expressing all the shamanic or religious beliefs known or forgotten. Roots?… I have, it would seem, a multitude of them.

Indeed: the British Aurovilian lady (nowadays gone back to cool England for her health) whom long ago I had finally consulted like many of us did, revealed then to me, to her own surprise, that I was what is called ‘an old soul’, having lived lives upon lives, everywhere, from the most ancient times, and that in this lifetime (a most important one) I was to gather and use all the qualities acquired in all those other lives to create out of them the diversified richness that our human unity requires for truly happening, in this terrestrial evolutive future that is growing more and more.

Well, I had noted down all right everything that this Aurovilian lady with inner sight  had told me, but without having the slightest idea of how such a future of spiritual universalisation would ever become a part of my real life.

And there it was, beginning obviously to happen, and on the intense and accelerated mode that luckily I was getting used to, for it was in that same way that all my previous spiritual progresses had happened every time, and this new one was no exception:

One after the other, first Africa with several of its regions, among them the Atlas, then it has been Tibet that revived its deep roots within me, then Kazakhstan, or rather the whole area around the Altaï, whatever present name those countries may have, that lie there since ever, and in which my being has incarnated for one life or the other. And there is the Peru of Macchu Picchu. And there is Ancient Israël – several lives. And there are of course my roots, multiple too, in France as such, at various time periods. And it is far from all!

These last months, my own evolutive progresses have translated themselves, in the night as in the day, through a sort of universalisation, not any more just psychological like when a young adult, but lived by my body itself, the experience buried into the invisible layers of my cells’ DNA starting to become active again, bringing me in a sequence, irresistibly, to several of those Cultural Pavilions that Mother asked us to build also in Auroville, I understand better and better why.

And this doesn’t concern me only, obviously: Auroville, and beyond Auroville, humanity as a whole will have to follow this same inner movement connecting all our diversities.

Of course the Aurovilians are from everywhere, already on the first degree, speaking simply of each one’s country of origin in this lifetime. But to feel that one belongs only to that one country is not enough, it too easily gives rise to ‘reductionism’ and ‘exclusivism’ towards the other countries.

Beyond this apparently unique country each one belongs to now, so many of us in Auroville, like me have those multiple deep roots connecting them invisibly to so many countries and cultures and times, on top on their country of origin this time around, that having lived under all skin colors, when they begin to remember it, they simply cannot anymore be a racist….

Same thing for the religions: when one has lived at the time of Christ, but also at the time of Krishna, and also at the time of Buddha or Mahomet, and then now of Sri Aurobindo and Mother, it is from within that one feels the wonderful complementarity of the way they followed each other, simply as different and growing expressions of the same Truth  now at last fully revealed. That Truth has needed all the previous ones to become whole again in its expression, and they must remain, in some more supple form devoid of exclusivism, so that the Truth  will still be adapted to the various degrees of evolution and inner needs that cannot but be there, among those unique individual human beings that we all are, all various aspects of the Divine at the same time ONE and ALL.

It is, I see it, this new experience in my cells that has made my individual consciousness achieve the same progress in effective universalization.

For 2018,  for this Fortieth Year of their own ‘Yoga of the Cells’, as Mother was calling it, this is the Gift they have received in several stages, during the End of Year and New year time, and still more later… And they kindly made me benefit from it, they shared it with me, this Gift, and now thanks to these neurons who formulate it for me, and these hands who write it on this keyboard for me, and this whole body who participates one way or the other, I am able to share it with other human beings too, a bit everywhere, through this blog! Isn’t that fantastic?!?

All my congratulations to you, my dear cells, and all my gratitude as a human being who still felt too separated from the others! You have changed all that in a few months!… And our little Celebration of Africa at the African Pavilion through your joyful ‘Aurospirituals’ for the anniversary of this body you constitute, my dear cells, this little afternoon of singing and dancing that way is more ad more taking its full meaning : it was a Celebration of the wonderful Diversity of Human Expression that we are all part of!…

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Pourquoi mes “AUROSPIRITUALS”, après quarante années de “Yoga des Cellules”

Ainsi que je l’ai expliqué dans mon précédent article, c’est depuis 1975 et la pleine venue en avant de mon Être Psychique (l’Être de l’Âme, ainsi nommé par Sri Aurobindo et Mère) que des chansons dévotionnelles pour le Divin ont spontanément commencé à me venir, encore et encore.

Et c’est lorsque le contact intérieur avec mes cellules, qui s’est produit par lui-même un an plus tard, fin 1976, m’a permis de constater avec stupeur, dès 1978, qu’elles étaient carrément, ici et là dans mon corps, en train de s’éveiller spirituellement, c’est à partir de ce moment-là que ces cellules, d’un corps non seulement créole mais aussi né en Afrique, ont commencé à influencer les chansons dévotionnelles qui continuaient de plus belle à me venir: maintenant c’était souvent sur des rythmes de biguine ou de samba fort joyeux et entraînants qu’elles s’exprimaient!….

L’afflux soudain en Septembre et Octobre 2017 de telles chansons, mais cette fois dédiées spécifiquement à l’Afrique, n’a donc été que la plus récente forme qu’ont prise ces “AUROSPIRITUALS” qui se sont composés en moi depuis le début des années 80.

Je croyais ne les avoir nommées “AUROSPIRITUALS” que juste avant l’arrivée récente du Niagara africain: justement pile la nuit d’avant que le Niagara africain ne se déclenche en pleine force au petit matin, j’avais fait la liste de toutes mes chansons bien rythmées, et les avais appelées ainsi – pour la première fois, ou du moins je le croyais.

Erreur majeure en fait:

Ce sont de simples petits cahiers d’écolière qui me servent depuis 1988 à noter (enfin…) les progrès spirituels de mes cellules, ainsi que mes rêves – au cas où ceux-ci révèleraient une relation intérieure secrète avec les progrès cellulaires notés aussi.

Dès le premier cahier en 1988,  j’ai intitulé tout l’ensemble de mes notes futures “Mes Cellules et moi: Journal d’une Merveilleuse Aventure ensemble”.

Tout récemment – ces dernières semaines – en remontant le temps dans ces petits cahiers, alors que j’étais à la recherche d’un tout autre évènement cellulaire, je suis tombée sur la véritable date à laquelle j’avais pour la première fois eu l’inspiration de ce nom pour ces chansons au rythme plus exotique : c’était en fait, incroyable mais vrai, au matin du 24 février 2017, soit exactement le lendemain de mon anniversaire d’il y a un an!!!

Ô surprise, dès ce matin-là, juste à la suite de mon anniversaire précédent, le Divin m’avait déjà soufflé ce nom précis pour ces chansons-là: les “AUROSPIRITUALS”!…

Je me suis rendu compte avec effarement que ce nom spécifique avait donc une grande importance, plus d’importance que je ne le soupçonnais. De fait, ce nom me permettait d’évoquer et d’honorer le nom des chants similaires plus anciens, certes, mais tout en m’en démarquant grâce à ce nom plus universel qui pourrait du coup être utilisé pour la joyeuse expression dévotionnelle de tout peuple et toute culture, au-delà de toutes les religions et de leurs dogmes humains si limitants et séparateurs!…

Grâce aux recherches génétiques maintenant faciles à faire, de nombreuses personnes se découvrent des ancêtres d’origines totalement insoupçonnées, et déjà cette simple révélarion les fait s’ouvrir à ces autres peuples auxquels ils étaient donc reliés sans le savoir

Mais ce que la génétique ne sait pas encore, c’est que nous avons  souvent été aussi nos propres ancêtres…! Or dans mon cas, ce ne sont pas seulement des racines africaines et créoles que j’ai en moi. Que ce soit d’une vie ou d’une autre, j’en ai en fait au masculin ou au féminin, dans tous les continents, sous toutes les latitudes et couleurs de peaux, exprimant toutes les croyances chamaniques ou religieuses connues ou oubliées. Des racines, j’en ai, semble-t-il, une multitude.

En effet: l’Aurovilienne britannique et médium (aujourd’hui retournée pour sa santé à la fraîcheur de l’Angleterre) qu’autrefois j’avais finalement consultée moi aussi, m’avait révélé avec étonnement que j’étais ce qu’on appelle une “vieille âme”, ayant vécu des vies et des vies, partout, depuis les temps les plus anciens, et que dans cette vie-ci (très importante), j’aurais à rassembler et utiliser les acquis de toutes ces autres vies pour en faire la richesse très diversifiée que notre unité humaine exige pour se réaliser vraiment, dans ce futur évolutif terrestre qui grandit de plus en plus.

J’avais bien pris bonne note de ce que disait cette Aurovilienne douée de voyance, mais sans avoir la moindre idée de comment ce devenir spirituel d’universalisation future deviendrait une partie de mon vécu effectif.

Et voilà que maintenant cela commençait nettement à se produire, et sur le mode intense et accéléré dont je commençais à avoir l’habitude, heureusement, car c’était ainsi que tous mes précédents progrès spirituels, en quelque partie que ce soit de mon être, s’étaient chaque fois produits, et ce progrès nouveau ne faisait pas exception:

Coup sur coup, après l’Afrique et plusieurs de ses régions, dont celle de l’Atlas, c’est le Tibet qui a fait revivre ses racines en moi, puis le Kazakhstan, ou plutôt la région entière située autour de l’AltaÏ, quels que soient les noms présents des pays qui s’y trouvent depuis toujours, et dans lesquels mon être s’est incarné pour une vie ou une autre. Et i il y a le Péroude MacchuPicchu. Et il y a l’Israël d’autrefois – plusieurs vies. Et il y a bien sûr mes racines, multiples elles aussi, en France-même, à différentes époques. Et c’est loin d’être tout!

Tous ces mois derniers, mes propres progrès évolutifs se sont traduits, de nuit comme de jour, par une sorte d’universalisation, non plus seulement psychologique comme dès mon adolescence, mais bien corporelle, le vécu enfoui dans les couches invisibles de l’ADN de mes cellules commençant à s’activer de nouveau, me portant successivement et irrésistiblement vers plusieurs de ces Pavillons Culturels que Mère nous a demandé d’aussi construire à Auroville, je comprends de mieux en mieux pourquoi.

Et cela ne me concerne pas seulement moi, bien sûr: Auroville, et au-delà d’Auroville toute l’Humanité, doivent suivre ce même mouvement intérieur reliant toutes nos diversités.

Il est bien entendu que les Auroviliens viennent de partout, déjà au premier degré, parlant simplement de nos pays d’origine dans cette vie-ci. Mais cette appartenance-là est trop unique, trop aisément “réductioniste” et “exclusiviste” dans son attitude envers les autres pays.

Au delà de cette appartenance apparemment unique de chacun, tant d’entre nous vivant à Auroville ont comme moi de ces racines profondes multiples qui les connectent invisiblement à tant d’autres pays et cultures et époques, en plus de leur pays d’origine de cette fois-ci, que, ayant vécu sous toutes les couleurs de peau, quand ils commencent à s’en souvenir, ils ne peuvent tout simplement plus être racistes…

Même chose pour les religions: quand on a vécu au temps du Christ, mais aussi au temps de Krishna, et aussi au temps de Bouddha ou de Mahomet, et puis maintenant de Sri Aurobindo et Mère, c’est du dedans que l’on ressent la merveilleuse complémentarité de leur succession: simplement des expressions différentes, et croissantes, de la même Vérité maintenant enfin entièrement dévoilée, Celle-ci a eu besoin de toutes les précédentes pour redevenir totale dans son expression, et doit les conserver, sous une forme plus souple, dénuée d’exclusivisme: ainsi seulement pourra-t-elle continuer à s’adapter aux degrés d’évolution et aux besoins intérieurs différents qu’ont forcément ces êtres individuels uniques que nous sommes tous, tous aspects différents du même Divin à la fois UN et TOUT.

C’est donc, je le constate, ce vécu nouveau de mes cellules qui m’a fait accomplir dans ma conscience individuelle le même progrès d’universalisation effective.

Pour 2018, pour cette Quarantième Année de leur propre “Yoga des Cellules”, ainsi que l’appelait Mère, c’est le Cadeau qu’elles ont reçu peu à peu, pendant les fêtes de Fin d’Année et de Nouvelle Année, et encore depuis… Et elles m’en ont fait gentiment profiter, elles l’ont partagé avec moi, ce Cadeau, et maintenant grâce à ces neurones qui le formulent pour moi, et ces mains qui l’écrivent sur ce clavier pour moi, sans compter toutes les autres cellules de ce corps qui participent d’une manière ou d’une autre, je peux en faire profiter d’autres êtres humains aussi, un peu partout, à travers ce blog! N’est-ce pas fabuleux?!?

Toutes mes félicitations à vous, mes chères cellules, et toute ma gratitude d’être humain qui se sentait encore trop séparé des autres! Vous avez changé tout cela en quelques mois!… Et notre petite Célébration de l’Afrique au Pavillon Africain à travers vos gais “AUROSPIRITUALS”, pour l’anniversaire de ce corps que vous constituez, mes chères cellules, cette petite fête prend de plus en plus tout son sens de Célébration de la merveilleuse Diversité d’Expression Humaine dont nous faisons tous partie!…

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From ‘Amazing Grace’ to the Cherokees

Once I discovered, a few days ago, that the very popular song ‘Amazing Grace’ had the same remarkable effect on me as Franz Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’ (see my previous post, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/03/06/working-while-still-at-rest-all-the-time/), I went on a veritable spree for this ‘Amazing Grace’ song, listening to every single version of it that I could find on YouTube – and there are many!…

It seemed I was going to end up, like for the ‘Ave Maria’, with having to choose which version I liked best… when suddenly I noticed, further down the YouTube video list, a version in… Cherokee!!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Instantly, out of mere curiosity, I clicked on that one.

Oh my… I was in for a real shock of beauty.

The video that unfolded before my eyes was magnificent, not only by the song itself, translated indeed into the raw, so fascinating sounds of the Cherokee language, but also by the gorgeous visuals, all drawn from that culture too and making the song newly alive and meaningful with the poignancy of the Native-American tribes’ near disappearance in what became today’s United States of (North) America.

Not that there are any laments being sung or pitiful sights being shown. On the contrary,  in that video as well as another one yet of ‘Amazing Grace’ in Cherokee that was also there, what was striking to me was the feeling of indomitable courage and self-esteem, and the superb images of all that deeply symbolizes the age-old wisdom and pride of those Amerindian cultures, evoked by one video in a more traditional way, and by the other one in a slightly more Westernized style, although both felt remarkably dignified and faithful to their origins.

Well, just that morning on Facebook I had sent my Birthday Wishes to a young woman who had briefly been a neighbor when I still lived on the Auroville beach in Repos; she happened to be of Native-American descent, and proud of it. To meet her had at once reawakened in myself the far roots I have also in those cultures from at least one other lifetime I am aware of. On Facebook, the same thing happened all over again, just by seeing her name, so evocative of that whole culture. What a meaningful ‘coincidence’ that on the evening of the very same day, here I was, unexpectedly plunged through those Cherokee videos into what felt like a torrent, a cataract of that specific energy again!…

Without further ado, my violently beating heart joined into the beating of the drums, and I rejoiced at the beauty of the wolves howling in the silent night under the bright, serene, mysterious face of the full moon. I joined in the joyful horse-riding, galloping through the wilderness… and that, as I am writing it, brings back to my consciousness the similar exhilaration lived in the vast steppes of Siberia long, long ago, in that now unknown culture whose tattooed mummies have astonished the world when unearthed a few decades back…  My interest in that was sparked here in Auroville when I read the book by Olga Kharitidi, ‘Entering the Circle’, and her own far memories resonated so strongly in my being then… (see two of the earliest posts I wrote for this blog, in 2011: https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/my-first-contact-with-siberian-shamanism/, and https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/entering-the-circle-by-olga-kharitidi/).

What a great medley of origins, religions, cultures, each of us human beings actually is… When will the so obscure need for reciprocal revenge stop perpetuating between all of us conflicts and wars that have no true meaning in view of the underlying Unity and complete inter-connectedness that not only spiritual seers from all ages have always spoken of, but scientists too are now discovering at the heart of everything, even what seems to be the solid matter of physicality, including in our own bodies?!…

This is one of the promises the New Step of Evolution on Earth is holding for us. Let’s have just a little more patience, friends, and let’s call ceaselessly for it: Peace, Peace will come, at last to stay, for a more harmonious Humanity on this planet Earth, where the Cherokees, along with all other cultures, will have recovered their true place …  Oh, really, what an Amazing Grace it will be for all of us!

As if to echo my thoughts, I just now find another video, which will be the perfect ending for this new post of mine:

 

 

6,000 aboriginal children died in residential school system, report finds

Time to Address our Deep Crimes Everywhere against the First Nations…

Warrior Publications

Residential SchoolFinal report from Truth and Reconciliation Commission to be released June 3

By John Paul Tasker, CBC News, May 29, 2015

At least 6,000 aboriginal children died while in the residential school system, says Justice Murray Sinclair, the chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

Sinclair, who has been tasked with studying the legacy of the residential schools, says that the figure is just an estimate and is likely much higher. Residential schools were established in the 19th century and the last ones closed in 1996.

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Angels? Flavio etc say they have NO WINGS

Something important we have to realize and rectify in the traditional image we get from our various cultures about the Angels: they do exist, oh yes, but they have NO wings… because they don’t need any for floating or flying around as they do.

Their body, not being physical, is weightless and moves just at will, with tremendous speed, to wherever they want to go. No need of wings for that at all.

It is exactly the same, by the way, for any of us human beings when we are between two incarnations and so, don’t have a physical body either; or also during an incarnation, when we are temporarily out of our body for whatever reason.  For example, even simply in our dreams, when we are flying, it is not an illusion, and it has nothing to do with any freudian symbolic sexual activity but it is real flying, something that happens very easily and frequently when we have gone out of our body during our sleep and are going around simply in our subtle body, which is weightless as it is not composed of physical matter and is not subject to the effect of Gravity.

In the recent Oscar-awarded beautiful thriller movie, ‘GRAVITY’,  happening way out in Space, we could see how away from the Earth’s gravitational field the bodies of the astronauts weighed nothing and were floating in the space of the cabin together with their tools, their tumblers and whatever drinks should have been in them, if they were not kept down solidly with the various straps and other devices provided for that purpose. It was even worse outside of the spaceship, because there in Space itself the slightest wrong movement could send an astronaut very far away from the vicinity of the ship, and cause him or her to be lost for ever; their only safety was the strong cable they were attached to, connecting them to the ship so as to prevent such a horrible death from happening.

In the movie, the woman-astronaut ultimately sole survivor from the ship after its accident, has to spend long hours all alone in Space facing constantly the effects of non-gravity, that make everything and every maneuver more difficult and more dangerous for her as the situation keeps worsening, At the end of the film, when finally she has gone victoriously through it all and she manages a precarious landing of her ejected capsule… into the ocean, but luckily near the coast, she swims slowly to the shore and arriving at last on the beach, emerges first on all four, and only then staggers to her feet, overjoyed to be still alive, but thoroughly exhausted, savoring now fully her renewed experience of the contact with the Earth, and with… GRAVITY.

Yes, we usually take Gravity for granted while going about our daily life; but even while we are in physical bodies there seem to be specific conditions under which the physical body itself isn’t subject any more to Gravity and is able to temporarily  float above the ground, in a breaking of normal physical laws that is called ‘levitation’, recorded since millennia all over the planet. Many saints of the Catholic faith have been known to levitate in that way, often against their own will and with total embarrassment at the understandable fame such a feat was giving them, sometimes attracting huge crowds eager to watch the phenomenon occur. In various other cultures too, especially from Asia, Tibet for example, monks and generally holy people are known to often have that capacity. It is as if the inner contact of the soul with the Spirit pervading all, is somehow in those instances communicated to the body too, in a way that neutralizes the normal effects of Gravity on Matter.

Well, as far as Angels are concerned, the problem of Gravity simply doesn’t arise at all,  on the contrary it is floating and flying that are the normality in their non-physical reality. But to our human physical rationality this cannot be done without wings of some sort like the birds have, the only creatures we know that are able to fly. As Angels do have all around them and particularly all around the upper part of their body the white brilliance that their luminous being emanates naturally, that radiance could easily be interpreted and represented on pictures as resplendent white wings, and it is indeed what is shown on the many paintings we have of Angels from many centuries past.

So what nowadays has come to be considered the most important sign that makes you recognize the human-like being in front of you as an Angel, is that this being has wings.

What transpires from all more recent testimonies, though,  and even from some old ones, is that Angels actually have no wings at all. Their real main characteristic as Angels is rather the Light that they are constituted of, which makes them look like the flame of a candle, except for their usual huge size (two meters at least, unless for some reason they have chosen to appear in a smaller form than the one they truly have).

In the 1993 worldwide best-seller from French journalist Pierre Jovanovic, ‘Enquete sur l’Existence des Anges Gardiens’, of the saints, old or new, and of the Near Death Experiencers who are listed out as having all had a conscious contact with an Angel, and more specifically with their own Guardian Angel, quite a few haven’t seen but only heard Him or Her. But of all those who have also seen It, only some have seen It with the wings they traditionally are supposed to have. In most cases it is on the contrary noticed that they DON’T have wings, but this doesn’t disturb the viewer at all as the light and love they radiate are proof enough of what they are.

Already when reading the second book about his OBEs by Robert Monroe, ‘Far Journeys’, published in 1985, I had noted the passage where  in an out of body state he talks with one of those advanced beings he calls jokingly for himself  ‘INSPECS’ (Intelligent Species…!) for the first time directly within the boundaries of their own space, thanks to them reducing considerably their actually very hot light so that he can come that far without melting. This time he is trying all he can to elucidate what ‘THEY’ are, by putting inwardly to his ‘INSPEC’ friend all the questions he can, as precisely as he can, and the ‘INSPEC’ answers in the same inner,  telepathic way. At some point the dialogue goes like this, following Bob Monroe’s meandering thoughts after having taken this very bold step of going much further than usual towards those beings he loves and reveres tremendously:

‘This was becoming an event not anything like what I expected. I was rapidly losing my sense of awe. It was replaced with a great feeling of warmth, of understanding, much on the order of old deep friendships, yet filled with intense respect, not the usual pattern of expected angels, if that is what THEY were.

(We can quickly grow some wings if you wish.)

No, no, please, no wings. No halos either, although I get the clear percept, staring at my INSPEC – friend?…

(At least that, for now)

I could understand how humans with limited but definite momentary super-vision could add a halo to make the human-formed INSPEC stand out as different. A brightly radiant form? How often in human history has such a perception taken place? Miracle workers, saints, local medicine-men, and last-timers on their final run, no doubt.

(No doubt at all.)’

With the same compassionate sense of humor,  the entity calling himself Seth, in ‘Seth Speaks’, channeled by Jane Roberts, explains how, when receiving the confused souls of newly deceased humans, he and other spirits responsible for welcoming them and orienting them in that other dimension of Reality were often at first putting on some wings so as to meet the expectations most newly-dead persons would have of seeing angels, angels who would of course have wings to qualify as proper angels. Only for souls that didn’t have such an expectation, or who after some time wouldn’t have it any longer, were the welcoming beings free to remain as they truly were: without wings.

Of course it is the same with the souls arriving there just for a short while during a Near Death Experience (NDE), as quite a few NDErs have seen for themselves and have reported later on with surprise…

As for our two dear young brothers from Buenos Aires, Markos and Flavio (see previous posts), both could see Angels when they were still little, and the Angels they saw either out of the window or up there with God were easily recognizable loving bright lights, but without wings either.

It has been very difficult for me to find through my google search  for this post a representation of an Angel that would show Him or Her without wings. Between all the innumerable winged angels, including the two extreme distortions which were  a-plenty too among them, on the one hand of the sexy, seductive, bare-breasted she-angels and on the other hand of the cute baby-angels so sickeningly sweet and insignificant they were meaningless, I was glad to finally find a decent Angel worthy of that name, with some visible Inner Light… and a radiating aura instead of wings! All my gratitude to the human artist who was inspired to make this painting of the awesome Being I’ll henceforth call ‘The Beautiful Blue Angel’:

 

Image taken, with gratitude, from anges | larevolutioninterieure larevolutioninterieure.com

 

 

‘The Man from Earth’: A Researcher’s Review

A great afternoon the other day with the friend who brought this 2007 movie, and a great evening later on watching it all over again, on my own this time, to fully absorb and digest every moment of that fascinating film.

Many memories re-awakened fill my consciousness as a result, memories of other such movies that I have loved, on the same central theme, exemplified through various special species looking like the ordinary Humans, but always in some way not quite the same as them:

‘Highlander’, ‘Twilight’, Tolkien’s Elves as portrayed in his books and now in Peter Jackson’s films as well, not only ‘The Lord of the Rings’, but also ‘The Hobbit’…

All about: IMMORTALITY.

In this physical realm down here on Earth.

And portrayed how this time, in this specific movie?

Yet another take on this subject that is lurking irresistibly since ever in our subconscious depths… and nowadays is  presented openly also in some scientific real attempts, not just from the realm of science-fiction books and movies.

Here is the trailer to this film:

Simply looking, through the inevitable Google search, for the video I then posted above, made me discover there is a whole Facebook Page about this movie, with great numbers of people interested in it. Several other sites and other references listed out in the quite long Google results revealed at once to me that the Myth is still extremely alive and well… just like the ‘immortal’ man this story is precisely about, discretely living among other human beings not just since several centuries or maximum two millennia as the ones in ‘Highlander’ had, but since 14000 years. That is, since the cavemen times. Rather impressive!

Of course, in all the fictive examples mentioned above, immortality goes always together with eternal youthfulness, and invulnerability to a large degree – although you will notice that in all those examples under certain conditions death is still possible. So some risk still exists that the supposedly endless life of that kind of ‘immortal’ person may suddenly stop. just like the life of any mortal person – with the only difference that it will be after a much longer time than that of an ordinary mortal person’s life. But apart from the quite restricted and specific conditions under which death will occur, other types of wounds will heal very quickly and without leaving a scar, indicating some unusual capacity of self-regeneration in their body, whatever its origin may be.

In the case of History teacher John Oldman with the fitting name, the hero in this new re-telling of the same eternal Myth, he says he has stopped aging after reaching 35, plus he has survived all kinds of wounds and deadly diseases over the centuries and millennia; he does describe the same “no scars” phenomenon for his own body, including the normal scars from small-pox, but doesn’t claim any immortality as such, only having lived for an extremely long time.

So there is indeed a huge amount of suspense when at a certain point in the film he is aimed at with a gun by one of the regular human beings, most of them his closest colleagues and friends, to whom, before he leaves, he has just attempted to reveal his true story. Their extremely diverse reactions to it constitute practically the entire movie. The gun pointed at him was going to reveal to us all as well as to them whether or not this supposedly special body that didn’t scar, could nevertheless die if hit in the right place by a bullet. But in the film (BIG SPOILER AHEAD, STOP HERE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT), the bullet is never shot, so nobody finds out anything through that incident. Not a single drop of blood is shed in this movie.

Yes, that’s right, no ‘action’ in this film, no car chase, no violence, nobody killing anybody – although someone dies.

And no sex either – although there is a discrete but strong ongoing love story that is quite likely to develop into that too later, as the relationship takes on a more definite shape with the film’s end.

In a refreshingly sober manner, during the film everything happens basically on the psychological level only, within that one living-room where sit together all those ordinary people full of academic degrees and experience, but who are now for the very first time in their lives faced with someone they thought they knew well, a ten year-long colleague, who during the farewell party they improvise for him at his place:

– soon says, hesitantly but quite clearly, that he has actually been alive on Earth for 14000 years,

– doesn’t seem to be mad at all,

– and may not be lying.

What an unbelievable, mind-blowing revelation for this half-dozen assorted individuals whom their whole upbringing in our rationalistic, materialistic, no-nonsense contemporary society hasn’t prepared at all for such a mind-shattering tale.

Through almost the entire film our interest keeps being riveted to it simply by watching how slowly, but surely, the utmost simplicity and calm with which their friend John Oldman answers at first their embarrassed silence, and then their increasingly sharp and pointed questions, makes his story sound more and more believable, nearly plausible. As time passes and the plausibility of what he says grows on them, some of those assorted individuals, stung out of their usual superficial routine mode of thinking and behaving, start reacting at a much deeper level, each of them soon revealing what truly makes them tick, and what they make out of this totally astonishing and disturbing story they are being told.

But not all are able to bear the terrible pressure this whole developing scene is putting them through. Someone discretely calls a psychiatrist they all know, who then joins the group, but quickly shows that he even less than the others, given some recent personal events in his own life, is in a stable enough psychological condition to sustain this new, unexpected ordeal  for his mental and emotional being.

What is especially moving in all this is to see how their friend John, although somewhat estranged now in their bewildered eyes, radiates more and more a quiet but intense compassion for those of them who are in distress because of the various historical revelations they hear from him in answer to their pressing, eager questioning; some of these revelations, that in spite of themselves they take more and more seriously, shatter many of their previous dearest beliefs – particularly her religious beliefs in the case of the older lady specialist in that field.

When she starts breaking down, the psychiatrist takes it upon himself to order John to stop this horrendous hoax and let everyone return to their usual balance. John hesitates, then complies, declaring his story to be a lie that built up from the very questions he was being asked.

Now reassured, all leave one by one, seeing again John more or less only as the dear old friend he has been for them since a decade; but a few can somehow still sense that the story was true, and feel its supposed ending as a let down they aren’t willing to accept. Those few aren’t leaving so easily, and when they finally do, find some hesitant words to express their trust in what he had revealed to them.

Until then, just like for all of them, we the audience had been kept in the dark as to whether or not the story had been true, whether or not truly John Oldman didn’t age, and had been alive for much longer than he seemed, a witness and participant in all the historical periods he had described in a somewhat first-hand manner, and soon directly in the first person.

Just before the film ends with him departing in his loaded truck with the beautiful and serene colleague who loves him and whom he loves, for a life lived together that he has warned her can only last whatever it will last, then at that point, just before their departure, something more happens, that reveals the truth of the whole matter.

But I will not tell you what it is, nor what it reveals!… It is a too well crafted event for me to spoil here the ultimate surprise this remarkable film has in store for you…

In all the fictive examples given to us through the various imagined stories mentioned above, except the ‘Twilight’ vampires, to whom I’ll come back later, no explanation was offered for the immortal condition of the bodies of those concerned:

In Tolkien’s Middle-earth tales the Elves, the ‘First-Born’, were made as one specific species by Eru, the One Supreme Being, with that specific gift of physical immortality, in deliberate contrast  with the Mortal other main species that Men, the ‘Second-Born’ were, having on the other hand some other crucial advantages that the Elves didn’t have. But at least the Elves didn’t exist as isolated  individual curiosities, they existed within the Group-Consciousness of their own species.

So did the Vampires too, in the ‘Twilight’ Saga… at least until among them some, under the beautiful inner influence  of Carlisle Cullen, developed an idealistic tendency and determination to feed only on animals and never anymore on humans, constituting in that way a separate grouping, but with still a sense of belonging, a sense of collective as well as individual existence, within their own new grouping..

The Immortals we met in ‘Highlander’ came from some mysterious other origin than Men, as we learn from the very beginning of the first film through the deep voice of Sean Connery, who plays one of the most ancient of them, Egyptian long before becoming the Spanish Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez (links here from Wikipedia). in the great, somewhat blood-curdling Message that printed itself before our eyes at the same time as his disembodied voice spoke it out:

“From the Dawn of Time we came, moving silently down through the centuries. Living many secret lives. Struggling to reach the Time of the Gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now.”

The film’s tagline, “There can be only one”, says it all: those Immortals are there only to gradually eliminate each other until one only remains, the one who will have proven to be the strongest one.

This would seem to give automatically the supremacy to physical power and skill in fighting, qualities not often found together with the qualities of the heart: tenderness and compassion for others.

What actually happens though, for which I love this story, is that still you’ve got the Bad Guys, who basically think only of taking advantage of their superior strength and almost total invulnerability, to wreak as much havoc as they can wherever they go, totally intent on winning again and again until they are the only one left, the last one standing, the ultimate victorious one.

The  Good Guys too have the very same intention, of course… but their motivation is completely different, and that makes  the whole difference: in their case, it is not really personal ambition and lust for Power that keeps them going and improving their capacities, but on the contrary concern for the world and the beings who inhabit it, especially the Human beings: It must absolutely be a Good Guy who wins in the end, for if it were one of the Bad Guys, the coming into supreme Power of that one would mean eternal hell on Earth for all. To avoid such a final Disaster, the Good Guys will take any risk and go through any ordeal so as to make sure it is one of them who wins the Ultimate Victory and becomes the supreme Ruler upon Earth. Hence for Connor Mc Leod the Highlander warrior from 1536 in Scotland, now known as Russell Nash in New York City, 1985, the necessity not only to survive for their own sake, but also to grow strong enough outwardly and inwardly, to finally overcome his fiercest enemy, the huge and brutish Kurgan, responsible already for the death of several of the Highlander’s dear ‘immortal’ friends and allies in the far and recent past, the energy of each vanquished foe adding itself as always to that of the winner.

None of this highly competitive fate and dramatic situation for ‘The Man from Earth’. He has no idea what or who made him the way he is, nor for which purpose, if any. Only once in those 14000 years did he feel he had met someone else like him; but nothing came out from their meeting: their mutual suspicions that the other one was faking it, destroyed in both any real intention to meet again. So John Oldman, for all intents and purposes a solitary individual, seems very much to be a one of a kind phenomenon whose uniqueness constitutes one more fascinating aspect to the mystery of his existence.

But it is precisely the special value of this film, I would say: stripped of all swash-buckling, ancient katana wielding imagery and additional glory, the central problem someone like John Oldman is facing all the time is revealed in all its bare, hideous simplicity: the other, ordinary human beings, the mortal ones, cannot bear his enigmatic and somewhat unjust existence: Why is he not dying, when everyone else is dying?

Within the hardly one and a half hour that the cheerfully improvised Farewell Party lasts, tempers flare up and bitterness grows in some of the mortal people present there, to the point that he almost gets killed. Although he no doubt remains essentially the same amiable person they had appreciated and befriended before, most of his colleagues feel alienated from him simply by the fact of this new, bewildering dimension suddenly added to what they knew of him before; through the experiential knowledge he has acquired for so long, he becomes a threat on their own sense of self-esteem even in each one’s specialized field of expertise.

And the worst is that poor John Oldman has nothing to offer them in exchange for all that he unintentionally is taking away from them, upsetting for ever their quiet mortal lives. He can only go away, leaving them in the more or less profound ditch in which his unintentional talk with them has precipitated them, and his tardy explanations hardly retrieved them from later on. Afterwards, who among them will not remain haunted to some extent at least, by the questions asked on that fateful afternoon, and by the answers received?…

But perhaps still could we say that, however each of them feels by the time he or she leaves the house, the gift John Oldman has anyway given them all is precisely that at least: some deeper questioning on what is possible or not, and on their own lives and the meaning of Life itself…

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