Une Voie Ensoleillée pour les Cellules

Oui, en cette année 2018, je célèbre avec mon corps les Quarante Ans de Yoga de ses cellules – mes chères cellules! Elles et moi, nous sommes aujord’hui toutes très heureuses de fêter cela ensemble… mais il n’en a pas toujours été ainsi!

En 1976, lors de mon premier contact conscient avec elles (complètement inattendu), et pour les environ deux années qui ont suivi, elles avaient une conscience de cellules ordinaires, autant que j’en puisse juger. Jamais je n’ai même supposé que cela puisse commencer à changer, si tôt après que Mère ait vécu son propre processus de transformation cellulaire, dont à l’époque seuls de courts extraits sélectionnés par Elle et appelés “Notes sur le Chemin” dans le Bulletin Trimestriel de l’Ashram nous donnaient quelque énigmatique idée, ce qu’Elle vivait étant consigné peu à peu dans son “Agenda de l’Action Supramentale sur la terre” enore inconnu de tous. Pour nous, les humains ordinaires, il était évident qu’il faudrait encore quelques siècles avant qu’aucune évolution cellulaire puisse ccommencer à se produire dans nos corps!…

Alors, lorsqu’à peine en 1978, j’ai surpris pour la première fois certains groupes de mes cellules en train de se tourner vers le Divin avec toute la ferveur de leurs petites consciences, après la stupéfaction ma première réaction a été un immédiat et catégorique “AH NON !!!” horrifié.

Car j’ai carrément paniqué. J’avais lu “Le Mental des Cellules” de Satprem, publié entre-temps,, les passages qu’il citait en particulier de cette période épouvantable qu’il appelait “l’Agenda terrible” m’avaient fait sangloter de chagrin pour Mère, et fait comprendre à quel point Elle avait été pour nous vraiment, totalement notre Mère Divine, sacrifiant finalement son propre corps pour faciliter le plus possible l’évolution des nôtres après Elle. Mais de là à accepter de la suivre sur un si dououreux chemin, cela m’était tout à fait impossible: je savais que ce n’était pas pour moi.

Interpellant à nouveau le Divin comme en 1971, je lui ai signifié avec véhémence que je refusais absolument un tel cadeau s’il devait faire souffrir mon pauvre corps comme il avait fait souffrir celui, pourtant si exceptionnellement endurant, de Mère:

“NON, MERCI…!” fut mon cri spontané. “Arrête-moi ça tout de suite!…”

La réponse patiente et souriante du Divin fut celle-ci:

“Ne t’inquiète pas… C’est comme cela que ça a dû se passer pour Mère, parce que justement Elle était la Mère Divine, parce qu’il fallait aller vite, son corps était déjà très âgé quand il a commencé, et le Travail pour lequel il avait été créé était le plus difficile de tous: être le premier, et éliminer le plus possible des obstacles les plus importants,  afin d’ouvrir la route à ceux qui suivraient. Mais maintenant que c’est fait, ce que la Force Évolutive recherche, ce sont les corps au contraire les plus variés possibles qui soient réceptifs à l’Énergie Nouvelle, de façon à voir comment adapter le processus de base à la manière d’être spécifique de chacun. Pour chacun il sera tenu compte de ses tendances et capacités propres.”

Rassurée, et donc rassérénée, j’ai enfin donné mon accord pour que ce processus se poursuive, ce qu’il a fait sans cesse par la suite, se développant de plus en plus sans pour autant jamais devenir douloureux – au contraire.

Mais quand les récits des expériences cellulaires vécues dans le même temps de son côté par Satprem ont commencé à être publiés, ce que j’en ai lu m’a montré que pour lui c’était terrible, et mes propres cellules du coup s’en sont tellement alarmées que depuis j’ai cessé de lire quoi que ce soit de comment cela se passait pour Satprem, afin que la conscience de mes propre cellules n’en soit pas influencée négativement.

Car pour elles tout continuait à progresser de manière toute différente, et en fait plutôt bienheureuse. Au bout de quelque temps j’ai compris que cette manière de s’y prendre de leur part était inévitable étant donné que je n’étais pas “Satprem”, mais un autre être, dont le nom d’âme s’était révélé en 1979 être “Bhaga”, le nom que les Rishis Védiques donnaient au Pouvoir de Délice d’Être du Divin: d’où plus tard le nom, “Bhagavan”,  “Le Bienheureux”, donné au Suprême, et donc aussi “La Bhagavad Guita”, “Le Chant du Bienheureux”, nom donné aux explications spirituelles majeures adressées par l’ incarnation divine Krishna à son ami humain Arjuna.

Il était bien normal que mes cellules elles aussi s’identifient comme moi à ce nom et à son contenu vibratoire précis, (une forme spéciale d’Ananda en tant que Pouvoir solaire et non plus seulement lunaire), et que ce soit cet aspect-là du Divin qui devienne de plus en plus leur façon spontanée de percevoir le Divin et de vouloir l’incarner en tant que cellules de mon corps.

Mais les récits de Satprem, après l’Agenda de Mère elle-même, sont pour le moment les seuls qui soient lus et connus, ce qui peut donner l’impression qu’en ce qui concerne la Transformation Cellulaire, la voie douloureuse est inéluctable, la seule possible, la seule qui puisse avoir des résultats. Encore hier, j’ai regardé le beau film, “Seulement le fait Divin- Ma rencontre avec Satprem” réalisé sur Pascal Vidal et le témoignage qu’il donne de la relation intérieure puis aussi extérieure qu’il a eue avec Satprem. C’est magnifique, mais cela donne une idée de toute expérience évolutive cellulaire comme devant forcément être aussi extrême, tout le temps à la limite du supportable ou même du mortel.

Si bien que le genre d’expériences cellulaires vécues par moi-même que l’on peut trouver relatées sur ce blog (voir Catégorie “CELLULAR CONSCIOUSNESS” , et “EN FRANÇAIS ” si vous ne parlez que français) peuvent paraître en comparaison peu impressionnantes, car pas dramatiques ni douloureuses, et donc apparemment pas héroïques du tout.  Et pourtant ces expériences sont le résultat des choix évolutifs constants, en fait bel et bien héroïques, toutes proportions gardées, de mes cellules, face à des défis constamment nouveaux dans leur vie, qu’il leur faut beaucoup de courage cellulaire pour chaque fois décider de les résoudre de la manière confiante et heureuse, joyeuse même, au départ pas naturelle pour elles du tout, mais qui est l’attitude qu’elles ont appris à garder encore et encore à chaque instant de leur vie – au moins dans la mesure où les conditions n’ont jamais dû devenir aussi extrêmes qu’elles ont dû le devenir dans le cas des deux Grands Pionniers, et du troisième.

Cette attitude délibérée que je viens de décrire à propos de mes cellules est la même que j’ai décrite telle que donnée par Mère elle-même en ces quelques lignes que j’ai appelées, dans un article plus ancien de ce blog, “Le programme en 5 points de Mère” (seulement en anglais, voir https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/mothers-five-points-program-thought-control-in-our-life-2/ ).

Une telle attitude intérieure, quand on réussit à la garder de plus en plus constamment, fait que l’on marche (intérieurement, s’entend) sur ce que Sri Aurobindo et Mère appellent “La Voie Ensoleillée”, protégée des dangers des voies plus sombres et plus escarpées, où d’autres pourront bien sûr aller, mais à leurs risques et périls si c’est leur ego spirituel qui les y pousse, ou un type de personnalté qui leur rend difficile cette attitude somme toute enfantine que donne l’Être Psychique.

Alors rétrospectivement, il me semble que tout au long de ces quarante années, et de plus en plus, c’est cela le Cadeau que mes cellules ont voulu non seulement s’offrir à elles-mêmes, mais aussi offrir à tous les êtres ordinaires comme moi qui ne sont pas capables de tous les courages comme Sri Aurobindo et Mère, ou aussi Satprem – mais qui veulent tout de même aider au développement évolutif de conscience de leurs cellules, au rythme et avec les résultats dont ils se révèleront bel et bien capables si c’est de cette manière-là, plus douce, que le processus se passe pour eux.

Maintenant que la période des débuts extrêmement difficiles est, espérons-le, passée, et qu’ainsi un processus très accéléré mais aussi très douloureux n’est plus indispensable, maintenant donc, qui sait, peut-être cette Voie Ensoleillée des Cellules deviendra-telle utille aussi à bien d’autres? C’est pourquoi je la fais connaitre ici, pour que l’on sache que cette option-là aussi existe, avec elle aussi des résultats importants potentiellement pour tous nos corps… Le Divin nous invite à la Diversité d’approches, elle est nécessaire, alors profitons-en!

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Picture from wired.com, with my thanks

 

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How My Inner Family Got Suddenly Extended Beyond Time and Space

In a recent post ( https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2017/09/09/the-rich-complexity-of-our-being/ ), I was quoting one of Sri Aurobindo’s ‘Letters on Yoga’, ending with this very important indication of what needs to happen inside one’s inextricable inner complexity, if one wants to enter the Yoga of conscious evolution that the Integral Yoga is:

‘The remedy can only come from the parts of the being that are already turned towards the Light. To call in the light of the Divine Consciousness from above, to bring the psychic being to the front and kindle a flame of aspiration which will awaken spiritually the outer mind and set on fire the vital being, is the way out.’

One can immediately see that the two things Sri Aurobindo indicates that need to happen will lead exactly to the first two parts of the total transformation of our being, called the Spiritualisation (from above), and the Psychicisation (from within), both necessary to a large extent before the third and final transformation, called the Supramentalisation, can stabilize and complete what has been accomplished by the first two stages.

Until then, one is bound to remain in an overall state of ‘work in progress’, but still some changes may already happen that are so considerable that they make us feel and behave already like a different person!

What is extremely important, though, is that, in an evolutive endeavor, no outer part in us can be allowed to distance the other outer parts too much or for too long: you have got in yourself that eagle and that hare, but also that tortoise, and the three of them, in spite of their very different speeds, must be made to reach the finish line together, for they form actually a team and are all indispensable for the final result…

In my personal case, given as an example, the whole process took recently a quite funny turn with the apparition on my successive little notebooks of cover drawings depicting symbolically but unmistakably certain members of my own Inner Family (see my post, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/introducing-my-own-inner-family/ , for  the pictures and how each one applied to me).

Well, in the month that has elapsed since, something even funnier happened: an even more unexpected fourth cover appeared, that was to play an important role too, but in that case, from beyond Time and Space!…

Of course within each of us there is already, from beyond Time and Space, our Higher Self (above) and our Psychic Being (deep within) that are both eternal and divine: for this very reason they are the two great Helpers mentioned by Sri Aurobindo in my quote, for our repeated evolutive adventures in our various incarnations on Earth in a human body.

But the part of me represented on that fourth recent notebook was obviously not of such a high spiritual level. I had not selected it this time but simply found it, just by itself, at the place within Auroville that we call our ‘Free Store’. I was then only halfway through   the Pink Teddy Bear notebook and the emotional upheavals it had signaled to me in advance, so the arrival of that new notebook already so early, and the fact that it wasn’t lined like the ones I always choose for my notes, intrigued me, and I took it,

Still, the new member of the family presenting itself in that unexpected way wasn’t really what I would have consciously chosen, and I had hesitated even after taking it:

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Do you see what I mean?… Yes, it was again a bear, but this time, not exactly of the cute kind, to say the least!!!

What a beautiful beast, though, in its superbly powerful body, a solid mass of muscles all perfectly relaxed under an immaculate fur… Such a supple and harmonious strength, so spontaneously and irresistibly sure of itself!…

Although rather intimidated and a little apprehensive of what such a tough new member of my inner family would bring to me next, and not knowing yet at all what potentially dangerous part of me it represented, still I didn’t go back on my adoption, and I put the notebook aside near my bed, for later use.

But I had hardly put it aside that I had the next evening to pick it up again, for I wanted to note down the list of those among my existing songs that had a rhythm related to the music sung and danced in Africa particularly; I was feeling the sudden need to draw such a list, I didn’t know why. Then I fell asleep.

In the very early hours of the morning, while it was still dark, I woke up with the sound of the music and words of a new song, entering my consciousness with all the impressive power of a train arriving in a station, a song that joyfully called for “Africa, Africa” to “wake up now”!…

The cheerful and powerful lyrics were noted down at once as they arrived, and that covered the page just next to the one where I had written the list the night before. I was stunned.

But that was not all: the following week too, more songs came in the same way, all of them on Africa, or later on, to the slightly different rhythms of the French Caribbean islands both my parents come from, although I myself was born and grew up in Africa, in the then French colonies.

I spent two full weeks receiving in that way several songs based on both those cultures  where song and dance are really expressions of the body itself, in the strong connection it has with the land and the Earth as a whole.

The effect on my entire being was tremendous, I realized after some time: simply to sing and dance all day long those so powerful and rhythmic new songs was communicating more and more to my own body the very sense of strength and self-confidence it was lacking before… and that were expressed so well in the massive but at the same time lithe body of the bear on the cover of that very notebook I had unexpectedly started to use for those special notes, while still using the Pink Teddy Bear one for my usual daily notes!…

But why a Polar Bear, and not a brown one?!…

When I asked myself that question, the answer came immediately from within:

It was because that Bear wasn’t representing just my relationship to Africa as it is today, in this lifetime, but also the much older, very deep relationship I have had with that vast and massive Land of Africa since ancient times, through specific cultures that are still alive in the far memories I have of those times, including subconsciously when the climate was different and the Sahara not yet a desert of endless dunes… A time when I myself had been a strong and fearless warrior, the quiet power of whom was now re-entering my life to complement and balance out the fragility and self-doubt of my present physical body, further weakened by my present emotional being’s vulnerability… a characteristic inherited also from another lifetime, interestingly enough, but that time lived in France, a few centuries back.

What a wonderful gift I was receiving from beyond Time and Space!

By combining with each other harmoniously, those two ways of being, each one too extreme in its own way, were giving me at last the emotional mature stability, self-confidence and physical strength that I had been longing for in this lifetime!…

 

 

 

Introducing my own Inner Family

At the end of my previous post, which was about ‘The Rich Complexity of our Being’, I called all those various inner parts of us, in a half joking manner,  our ‘Inner Family’… A rather dysfunctional one to start with, it seems, for most of us!… But let’s not lose hope: harmony can be learned, also within ourselves, through the practice of the Integral Yoga meant  precisely for that integral transformation.

Well, over the years I started having vague impressions of what the main inner parts of me looked like, so to say, or rather what they felt like to me, but for long it remained a very vague, blurry kind of picture, never reaching the stage of a clear one for any of them.

But then something happened in the last few years, which enables me today to introduce you to at least some of those members of my Inner Family, with , lo and behold, some actual (symbolic) images of them!!!

What happened is that since many-many years I have been keeping notes of my dreams and of my experiences at the cellular level. For keeping regularly such an important record for my research work about Conscious Evolution, I regularly got quite simply some little notebooks, the kind that kids use in school, from our internal small general store in Auroville.

For years the covers were photos of beautiful landscapes from all over the world, for awakening a concern for the environment in the kids who would use them. It was really nicely done. I myself enjoyed a lot looking at those spectacular places on the Earth that I would probably never visit, but at least I could know of and admire that way.

But one day when I needed soon a new notebook and went looking for one, all that was available was in a completely different style: the covers now were amusing drawings, probably more likely to attract children. Most of them didn’t attract me at all, though. Until I found one that immediately made me laugh out loud, right in the store, with the joy of recognition:

‘But this is my mental being!!!’ I exclaimed under my breath, and started smiling at it with total glee. The drawing was this one:

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I loved it!!! Without an instant of hesitation, I took it home and was eager to start using it when the previous one did come to an end.

This notebook was quite thick actually, so it stayed with me for an enjoyable rather long time, although I wrote on it daily, and often quite lengthy entries. But still after a while I had to go and find the next one…

This time, no funny drawings on the covers of the available notebooks. A different style again, and not inspiring at all. None of those that I looked at I liked, so what to do?… I kept still looking in the little pile. And suddenly, down at the very bottom, what I saw took my breath away. It was this:

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‘Oh my, a Unicorn!… What a beauty… So powerful, yet so calmly at rest in that lovely protected clearing, in that soft Soul Light… Wow, this must be a symbolic image for something of my Soul, of my Psychic Being! This picture is a pure Blessing from the Divine. I’m taking this home.’

There was one more notebook with the very same cover, of course I gladly added it to the first one.

Those two were again of the thick kind, so they took care of my daily notes for quite a few months. It was pure bliss to look at the cover every time I would use these two notebooks, the second one right after the first was finished. When still finally the time to find a new one came once more, it was with a heavy heart that I went again to that notebook shelf in the store: how could I ever find anything as great as that so resplendent and peaceful Unicorn?…

Surprise: the funny drawings were back on the covers for the whole new pile that was there. I sighed. Would I find again something at least worthwhile, even if only again in that funny style?

Almost at once it came up, quite funny indeed, and yet so charming in its own way:

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Just a split second looking at it, and then I knew, and smiled a huge, sweet grin of recognition again: this was my emotional being, of course! Unmistakable, in every detail of it, just like for the one I had found before that was also such a perfect image of my mental being!!!

I had to laugh softly, thinking of my emotional being so wonderfully rendered in that unexpected but so true portrait of it!…. ‘But wait a minute’, I suddenly thought, ‘what does that mean, getting now this specific little cover after the two wonderful Unicorns?’ Well, I had some idea what it meant, and I wasn’t sure I liked it: it meant that after the wonderful, long inner period that had rested and reinforced my inner strength and purity of purpose – right at the cellular level of my being – the Divine was now warning me somehow, with a smile, through this new so cute and amusing little cover, that my emotional being was going to get some further training, probably so as to be reinforced and purified too!

The ‘Unicorn’ period was still not over, as the second one of those notebooks was still only halfway through, so I kind of forgot what was likely to come next for my sadhana, But several weeks back the second ‘Unicorn’ notebook did come to an end and then came the turn of the cute, sweet girly teddy-bear all in pink, with her pink heart balloon begging for love just as her shy smile did…

My visitors here on this blog know only of the emotional shocks I mentioned, which related to Blogging, but of course that vulnerability is there also in other areas of my life, in an extreme way that as a young adult I soon saw had no cause at all in this lifetime. As I discovered later in Auroville (while in a deliberate trance), it is actually one of the two major ancient problems from another life, that I scripted myself to take up again in this lifetime, knowing that my deep spiritual progress this time around would enable me at last to heal that scarred and scared part of myself once and for all.

Well, when that waiting little notebook came finally to be used, oh my, that was it indeed!!! Since that month of July, emotional shocks from the most unexpected quarters have simply rained on me like hail. I was grateful to the Divine that thanks to this gentle but so clear warning through the new notebook’s cover, I was ready, and didn’t take anything too badly…! As you may have noticed in the end of my post about the shocks related to Blogging, a very liberating sense of humor started even to express itself about it all, right in my emotional being itself… So it is still for the time being a ‘Work in progress’, no doubt, but it is progressing indeed!

Now that you have some idea of what at least those main members of my Inner Family are like in my own case, what I will describe in future posts of the evolutive process as experienced by each of them will be, I hope, a livelier and funnier read, while giving you also, most importantly, a good example of what the Integral Yoga means in daily life…

 

 

 

Bloguer… et les risques émotionnels de le faire

Eh bien, en plus de la raison principale dont j’ai parlé dans mon post précédent (dans la traduction française,  https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2017/08/18/trois-mois-de-silence-et-de-yoga-integral/  ) , en fait, il y a eu aussi une raison plus négative pour laquelle j’ai cessé de bloguer pendant longtemps. Je voudrais mentionner cette raison spécifique, car elle m’a en fait aidée à constater en moi une vulnérabilité encore trop intense aux commentaires que certains visiteurs peuvent écrire, qui peuvent ne pas être totalement positifs, voire même être totalement négatifs …!

Cela arrive très rarement, mais au fil des ans, depuis 2011, lorsque j’ai commencé ce blog, chaque fois que cela est arrivé, cela m’a causé un choc émotionnel majeur.

Pourquoi devrait-il en être ainsi? …

La première et évidente raison est que, par tempérament, je suis extrêmement émotive pour commencer, c’est sûr. Mais même cela ne suffirait pas à expliquer le genre de douleur au coeur que je ressens lorsque je découvre un commentaire tout à fait négatif sur l’un de mes messages: c’est comme si une longue aiguille soudainement perçait mon cœur.

En écrivant ceci, le souvenir me vient d’un commentaire de J.R.R.Tolkien, dans une lettre, sur la façon dont il se sentait après avoir fini d’écrire “Le Seigneur des Anneaux” – ce qui pour lui n’était pas simplement une fiction ou une «fantasy», mais l’expression même de son monde intérieur le plus secret depuis sa petite enfance et sa jeunesse … c’est pourquoi il avait choisi la Philologie et son étude des épopées anciennes mondiales comme sa manière officielle et respectable de continuer, en tant qu’adulte dans sa carrière extérieure, ce qui avait de toutes façons été sa passion intérieure intense et irrésistible pour aussi longtemps qu’il pouvait se le rappeller.

Non encore publié, mais écrit bien avant, lors de son expérience directe de la Première Guerre mondiale, son «Silmarillion» chéri était déjà là, avec la «Terre du Milieu» autour de lui comme le fond vaste, riche et inspiré auquel tous ses écrits ultérieurs appartenait inévitablement aussi.

«Le Hobbit», le premier à être publié, avait été un énorme succès. Déjà, lors du démarrage de cette supposée suite toute simple du «Hobbit» qui devenait rapidement «Le Seigneur des Anneaux», dans sa lettre il avait prévenu son éditeur que tout cela était, en quelque sorte, en pleine expansion; et il avait essayé d’expliquer les raisons intérieures pour lesquelles cela se produisait; Alors il avait ajouté:
«Eh bien, j’ai parlé assez longtemps de mes propres folies. Ce qui importe est de terminer la chose telle qu’elle est conçue et ensuite de la laisser être jugée. Mais pardonnez-moi! C’est ma vie qui est écrite là, mon sang, tel qu’il est, de quelque qualité que ce soit; et je ne peux rien y changer. ‘(Lettre 109)

Plus tard, alors qu’il se préparait à en voir la sortie comme livre publié que tout le monde pourrait lire, il a encore écrit, répondant cette fois à un ami:
«Je crains que ce ne soit que vraisemblable: ce que vous dites au sujet des critiques et du public. Je redoute la publication, car il sera impossible de ne pas se soucier de ce qui sera dit. J’ai exposé mon coeur pour qu’on lui tire dessus. ‘(Lettre 142)

Est-il besoin de dire que c’est comme ça que je me sens aussi ?…
Ce dont je parle, ici sur ce blog, ce n’est pas seulement de la «littérature», ce ne sont pas non plus des sujets extérieurs, superficiels, cherchant seulement à intéreser ou si possible impressionner les visiteurs potentiels; même lorsque ce sont des citations «simplement» d’autres êtres plus grands que moi, ce sont ces citations qui m’ont été les plus chères en tant que mes propres lignes de vie depuis des décennies, et qui le sont encore.
Et dans beaucoup de mes publications, les contenus plus personnels sont encore plus révélateurs de mon moi profond, avec ses qualités et ses dons spécifiques, oui, mais aussi ses nombreuses difficultés – ouvrant
alors la porte évidemment au sarcasme, si un lecteur est enclin à cela .
Il n’y a pas d’autre façon, je crois, que d’accepter une telle vulnérabilité, si je veux atteindre l’objectif que ce blog a pris dès le début, ainsi que je l’ai
expliqué, et qu’il a toujours: voir ma DÉCLARATION D’INTENTION ( https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/about/declaration-dintention/ )


La raison originelle pour laquelle j’ai commencé ce blog?
Cela a simplement été en réponse à la gentille
suggestion d’une autre Blogueuse que je suivais à ce moment-là. Elle s’intéressa à un aspect spécifique de ma propre recherche en cours, que je lui avais expliqué dans quelques commentaires, et elle m’a conseillé de commencer un blog sur ce sujet si fascinant.
Je n’étais pas sûre du tout d’en être capable, mais avec sa constante aide en ligne pour faire face aux obstacles techniques pour moi redoutables, à ma grande surprise je me suis bientôt
retrouvée en effet en train d’écrire un blog!… En premier sur ce sujet … et ensuite, mûe de l’intérieur, avec bonheur et ouvertement, sur d’autres sujets aussi: les plus importants en réalité à mes yeux …
Et c’est alors que ma nouvelle amie s’est soudainement transformée en l’opposé de l’amie qu’elle avait été pour moi jusque-là: elle n’avait aucune idée de la grandeur réelle de Sri Aurobindo et de la Mère, et semblait soupçonner toute spiritualité de toute façon, si bien qu’elle ne comprenait ni ne partageait nullement
mon respect et ma gratitude pour eux, loin de là.
En dépit de mes meilleurs efforts pour lui expliquer sur quelles raisons profondes et convaincantes mon dévouement pour eux était basé, à la fin il est devenu évident qu’il n’y avait aucun moyen de la faire changer d’avis à leur propos, alors nos routes se sont séparées. Mais cela a été une grande douleur pour moi que de découvrir cette différence majeure – et pour elle infranchissable – entre nous, par la brusque et brutale hostilité qu’elle a exprimée envers moi dès que Sri Aurobindo et la Mère ont été mentionnés sur mon Blog.

Néanmoins, je lui suis toujours reconnaissante pour l’aide si généreuse donnée au début, et pour avoir été l’instrument du Divin afin de me faire entrer dans le monde merveilleux du Blogging! Cet incident douloureux dès le début avec cette Blogueuse beaucoup plus expérimentée a été un précieux avertissement de ce qui pouvait très bien se reproduire à tout moment avec quelqu’un d’autre parmi les «visiteurs» ou les «adeptes» réguliers que mon blog a commencé à attirer – par ses propres mérites, et non en raison d’une stratégie consciente de ma part.

Ensuite, pour une longue période, ma vie en tant que Blogueuse (à temps partiel) a été plutôt heureuse … sauf que je me suis souvent interrogée avec une certaine perplexité sur toutes ces personnes qui lisaient bien mon blog (je pouvais voir les chiffres des Statistiques, et les nouveaux “adeptes” qui continuaient à s’ajouter eux aussi) mais étaient apparemment tous désapprobateurs de la procédure du «Liking» au contraire si populaire sur la plupart des autres blogs! … Je soupçonnais un peu que le Divin faisait en sorte que cela se passe de cette façon afin de ne pas encourager ma tendance à peut-être rechercher un peu trop l’approbation et l’appréciation des autres concernant mon travail … mais tout de même… !!!

Et il y a quelques mois, c’est arrivé à nouveau: deux personnes, l’une après l’autre, ont exprimé un commentaire très négatif sur un de mes articles.

J’ai été prise par surprise, et anéantie.

C’était comme si des gens en lesquels j’avais cru en quelque sorte comme en des amis me frappaient soudain au visage ou dans l’estomac. Cela faisait mal.

À tel point que, après quelques semaines, j’ai remarqué que je ne pouvais plus rien  écrire à nouveau. Sur quoi que ce soit.

Alors j’ai raisonné avec moi-même: allais-je vraiment arrêter mon Blog juste à cause de deux personnes qui m’avaient fait mal par leurs commentaires?! Ce serait tout à fait ridicule!…

Mais essayez donc de raisonner avec votre être émotionnel blessé … Rien n’y fait: il se blottit tout juste là-bas, dans un coin plus sombre de votre espace intérieur, léchant ses blessures en silence et refusant absolument de revenir, quelque cajolerie que vous puissiez essayer pour le faire sortir de là.

Donc, j’ai simplement attendu … Enfin, j’ai constaté que cela payait d’être patient avec soi-même, avec n’importe quelle partie en soi-même qui passe, pour quelque raison que ce soit, par un moment difficile: un beau matin, mon être émotionnel était de retour, souriant timidement … Prêt à nouveau à participer à ma vie de Blogueuse! … “Bienvenue, mon être émotionnel!”, lui dis-je chaleureusement en souriant; “Je suis contente que tu sois là: sans toi, ce que j’écris n’atteint pas les autres personnes comme cela les atteint normalement, et mes dernières publications ont seulement porté sur des sujets qui n’étaient pas vraiment personnels – c’est très bien , mais ce n’est pas – ou pas seulement – ce que ce Blog est vraiment destiné à être … Viens, re-travaillons ensemble à partir de maintenant!… “

Alors nous voilà de nouveau ensemble, bien sûr aussi avec mon être mental … et n’oublions pas toutes ces cellules partout dans mon être physique qui, gaiement, font ce qu’il faut pour que ce que je veux écrire apparaîsse ici sur ce blog et que tous les visiteurs puissent le lire… mais maintenant, je suis consciente que je dois être particulièrement prudente avec mon être émotif, afin d’éviter de le blesser une fois de plus …

De son côté, j’ai l’impression qu’il fait de son mieux pour apprendre à ne pas être si extrêmement sensible: il peut sentir que chez quelqu’un qui pratique le Yoga Intégral, un tel progrès devient à un certain point indispensable … Donc, il s’entraine, courageusement! … 

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(Ne laissez pas vos émotions vous distraire de ce qui doit être fait. Contrôlez vos émotions, ou ce sera vos émotions qui vous contrôleront.)

Mais d’autre part, j’espère aussi que toutes les personnes qui visitent mon Blog se rendront compte que je n’essaie pas d’imposer quoi que ce soit à personne: je ne fais que partager ce que je ressens qui peut être utile à d’autres aussi, de ma propre expérience d’évolution consciente à travers le Yoga Intégral. Évidemment, tout ce que je partage ne correspond pas forcément aux besoins intérieurs de tout le monde, car cela serait totalement impossible, chacun d’entre nous étant unique. Par conséquent, ceux qui sentent qu’un certain article n’est pas pour eux pourraient peut-être le laisser tranquille et revenir uniquement pour le prochain? … qu’ils aimeront peut-être tellement qu’ils le marqueront même, qui sait, d’un “Like”?! …  😀

Amusant, de me trouver de façon inattendue en train de rire de tout cela à la fin de ce post … Et, me croirez-vous?! Mon être émotionnel est maintenant lui aussi en train de rire avec moi à la perspective de ces “Likes” imaginés!!!

Fêtant mon cher Ganesh, une fois de plus

Hier (jeudi 24), j’ai pensé que j’aurais le temps dans l’après-midi de traduire en français mon dernier article, mais ce que je devais absolument faire à Pondy le matin, et qui devait être fini à midi, a pris en fait toute la journée, alors je n’ai jamais eu le temps de faire cette traduction …

En outre, la traduction pourrait avoir encore à attendre un jour de plus, car aujourd’hui est une Journée Spéciale que je veux célébrer aussi absolument – comme désormais je le fais chaque année, pour la troisième année déjà (voir mon article plus ancien juste traduit après celui-ci:  labofevolution.wordpress.com/2017/08/27/au-pere-ganesh-noel/ ),   quelque soit la date exacte où ce jour tombe cette année-là.

Car aujourd’hui, c’est la «Ganesh Pudja», ou Ganesh’s Day, et non seulement l’Inde, du Sud et du Nord, célèbrent en ce moment avec beaucoup de joie, mais moi aussi!…

Et pour de bonnes raisons: c’est grâce à la générosité d’un ancien ami aurovilien, sans aucun doute inspiré par «Père Ganesh-Noël», que, il y a deux ans, pour Noël, quand le Service du Logement me donnait ce magnifique appartement à Luminosité, un studio en bas a également été mis à ma disposition: il est devenu mon petit bureau pour la plupart de mes travaux de recherche et d’enseignement, dans le cadre de ce «Laboratoire de l’Évolution – Centre pour l’Unité Humaine» (LOE-CHU) qui est mon travail officiel à Auroville depuis 1984. Le même ami a même ajouté aussi à ce cadeau principal quelques autres plus petits (comme un moniteur grand écran pour voir des films ou mes propres cours en petits groupes, et qui peut faire double emploi comme téléviseur à part entière chaque fois que je voudrai regarder de nouveau mon cher Roger Federer en pleine action, par exemple …).

Depuis cette première prière réelle à Ganesh il y a deux ans, ma vie matérielle est devenue considérablement plus facile à bien des égards, mais avec les aliments spéciaux nécessaires, outre de légers médicaments, pour résoudre un problème de santé persistant, ma “maintenance” (allocation mensuelle) était encore si serrée que dans le cas de toute dépense supplémentaire (quelque chose de cassé devant être remplacé …), je ne pouvais tout simplement pas le faire, c’était trop serré financièrement.

Donc, depuis deux ans, j’ai également fait ma part en aidant Ganesh à m’aider: j’ai postulé officiellement pour la petite Pension de retraite que le gouvernement français devrait m’accorder pour les quelques années que j’ai passées en France en tant que jeune Professeur certifiée de Lettres Classiques, juste avant de venir à Auroville …

Ô heureuse stupéfaction! Une pension m’était bel et bien dûe en effet, et malgré les obstacles administratifs sans fin (résolus l’un après l’autre par une merveilleuse jeune femme, la vice-consule au Consulat de France ici même à Pondy), cette pension est enfin sur le point de venir! … Mais comme mon ancien compte bancaire en France a été, je l’ai appris récemment, fermé depuis longtemps pour manque d’activité (!), il me fallait  m’adresser à une banque à Pondy-même pour ouvrir un compte … qui serait le réceptacle, pour les deux institutions françaises de retraite concernées, où verser l’abondance sans fin de ma pension mensuelle.

Au cours des deux dernières semaines, en dépit de la bonne volonté de la banque à Pondy, ce processus prenait un temps invraisemblable, en raison de plusieurs congés, plus une grève bancaire générale et tout ce qu’on peut imaginer d’autre …

Donc, hier, c’était en fait pourquoi j’étais de nouveau à Pondy: pour que ce compte soit enfin ouvert, avec un Numéro de Compte officiel que je pourrais alors communiquer immédiatement aux bureaux en France qui l’attendent toujours avec patience pour que toutes ces sommes en suspens puissent commencer à y être versées !…

Eh bien, alors que ce compte était censé être prêt, il n’était toujours pas prêt du tout. C’est seulement grâce à l’agent de la banque qui s’occupe de mon cas là-bas, et grâce à son bon cœur et sa gentillesse (sans doute sous l’influence secrète de Ganesh à nouveau …!), qu’à la fin de cette longue journée à Pondy tout a finalement été terminé et, dans le ciel qui devenait sombre, je suis repartie avec le précieux Numéro de Compte inscrit et marqué de tous les sceaux nécessaires de la banque pour avoir validité suffisamment officielle aux yeux des institutions françaises. Durant tout le chemin de retour vers Auroville et chez moi, mon cœur n’a pas arrêté de chanter, presque avec incrédulité: “Ca y est, c’est fait, c’est fait, c’est fait! …”

Et vous vous demandez pourquoi aujourd’hui je célèbre avec tant de jubilation et de gratitude mon si bon ami, Ganesh, qui en plus de tout le reste a réussi à faire en sorte que tout cela se produise juste à temps pour aujourd’hui, oui, pile pour son propre «Ganesh Pudja»? !

Bravo, mon merveilleux Ganesh, bravo !!!

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Celebrating dear Ganesh Again…

Yesterday (Thursday 24th) I thought I would have time in the afternoon to translate my latest post into French, but  what I had to do absolutely in Pondy in the morning and was supposed to be finished by midday, took instead the whole day, so I never had the time to do that translation…

Moreover, the translation might still have to wait one more day, for today is a Special Day that I want absolutely to celebrate – like nowadays I do every year, for the third year already (see my post https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/03/18/father-ganesh-christmas/ ) whenever that Day falls on that year.

For today is ‘Ganesh Pudja’, or Ganesh’s Day, and not only the whole of India, South and North, is celebrating in great joy, but I am, too!!!

And for good reasons: it is thanks to the generosity of an old Aurovilian friend, no doubt inspired by ‘Father Ganesh-Christmas’, that when two years ago for Christmas I was being given by the Housing Service this wonderful apartment at Luminosity, the studio downstairs too has been put at my disposal: it became my little Office for most of my Research and Teaching work, all under that ‘Laboratory of Evolution – Centre for Human Unity’ (LOE-CHU) that is my official work in Auroville since 1984. The same friend added even to this main gift a few other smaller ones too (such as a great big screen Monitor on which to view films or my own courses in small groups, and which can double as a full-fledged TV whenever I may want to watch again my dear Roger Federer in full action, for example…).

Since that first real Prayer to Ganesh two years ago, my material life has become already considerably easier in many ways, but with the special foods needed, besides medicines, to cure a lingering health problem, my maintenance was still so tight that in case of any extra expense (something broken to be replaced…), I just could not do it, it was too tight financially.

So, since two years again, I have also done my own part in helping Ganesh help me: I have applied officially for the small Retirement Pension that should be owed to me by the French Government for the few years I spent in France as a young certified teacher in the Classics, just before coming to Auroville…

Lo and behold! The Pension was due indeed, and in spite of endless administrative hurdles (solved for me one after the other by a most wonderful young lady, the Vice-Consule at the French Consulate right here in Pondy), it is finally coming !… But as my old bank account in France had been, I learned recently, closed since long for lack of activity (!), I had to approach a bank in Pondy itself to open an account… which would be the receptacle for the two French Retirement Institutions concerned to pour into the endless bounty of my monthly Pension.

During the last two weeks, in spite of the goodwill of the bank in Pondy, that process was taking ages to be over with, because of several holidays, plus a general bank strike, and what not…

So yesterday, that was actually why I was once again in Pondy: to have that account at last opened, with an official Account Number that I could then immediately communicate to the Offices in France still waiting patiently with all the money that was to begin being poured in…!

Well, although it was supposed to be ready, it was still not ready at all. It is only thanks to the bank officer taking care of my case there, and thanks to his good heart and kindness (no doubt under the secret influence of Ganesh again…!), that, at the very end of that long day in Pondy, everything finally got to be all done, and in the darkening sky I left with the precious Account Number written down and stamped upon with all the needed seals from the bank to validate it officially enough for the French Institutions. All the way back home my heart kept singing, almost in disbelief, ‘It’s done, done, done!…’

And you wonder why today I am celebrating with so much glee and gratitude for my so excellent friend Ganesh, who managed on top of it all to make it happen just in time for today itself, yes, for his very own ‘Ganesh Pudja’?!

Well done, dearest Ganesh, well done!!!

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A True Story, a Difficult but Beautiful One…

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(ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THE PREVIOUS FRENCH ORIGINAL POST)

Being since childhood the intimate friend of the second daughter in a family close to mine, I have been able to follow through her the inner vicissitudes of her father’s life, with the important repercussions they have had on other members of that family, especially the son, her younger brother. The case of this father and son, and their inner itineraries, seems to me so interesting – and indeed so moving – that I wish to present it here today:

As my friend and her elder sister – at that time the only two children of the radiant young couple their parents formed – had originally known him,  their father was very kind, indulgent and tender with them, even enjoying making them laugh as often as possible. He was happy then, at the dawn of a promising career he truly loved, in this French West Africa (the old A.O.F.) that no one suspected was living its last decades. He was gloriously graduating from “Colo”, as it was familiarly called, one of the renowned French ‘Grandes Ecoles’: the famous “Colonial School” where the future “Administrators of Overseas France” were receiving the more than encyclopedic knowledge that they would need for all those most varied and unexpected situations they could possibly have to face once in the heart of Africa.
Throughout her childhood in Africa then, the only occasion when my friend had seen her father really angry was when she inadvertently put him in an embarrassing situation while he was in the exercise of his duties, having presided over the Distribution of the Prizes at the end of the school year, and preparing to be taken back to their home:
The official car was waiting (with him in it …) for his two little girls (including my friend…) to have joined him as soon as they finished singing the last song with the rest of the Choir. Her elder sister, as she was older, had recalled the instructions to rally the car without delay, but she, being too young still, had forgotten … As she, smiling, suspecting nothing, finally came to the car, her father had already at long last sent away the brass band gathered as usual to salute his official comings and goings, and had ordered that the soldiers also quit standing to attention. What a public humiliation for him that he had made everyone wait for him by the fault of such an unconscious and irresponsible
little girl! …  My friend, making herself very small in one of the corners of the car, had seen him mute with fury in the other corner, and he had remained that way throughout the journey. Even when back home, he had not quieted down and not loosened his teeth for the rest of the day, not even talking to his wife – and my friend, despite her young age, realizing for the first time the important role of her father, had also realized with amazement and a certain fear that this silence was the only way he had found to prevent his intense anger from exploding in a way he would later regret .

Years later, my friend remembered this incident, she said to me, when this obstinate silence became her father’s permanent and desperate attitude to keep as much as possible under control the helpless rage which had been in him since the so sad results of Decolonization in ex-French Africa:

He had somehow accepted the interruption of his own career in full swing, plus the grief of separation from all those peoples he loved and who loved him so much that they had implored the officials, but in vain, that he would be allowed to stay; he had done his best also to shrink to the size of “the Métropole”, this France which now could only offer him work within its own borders, and of a bureaucratic kind, honorific certainly, and well paid, but that he had ended up rejecting, because his heart was not in that kind of work, and he preferred to be content with an early retirement – half a retirement pension only, therefore, for the life of the entire family – rather than continue this bureaucratic farce, for him unbearable after the free and vast life he had known, and had originally chosen.


What had completely annihilated him, however, was not so much his personal misfortune as the much bigger one he could see unfolding abroad: all those countries he had cherished and helped as well as he could before, falling one after the other into chaos after their Independence, the small tribal chiefs resuming their reciprocal wars and ruining everything in their way. As this disaster became more widespread, my friend saw her unfortunate father helplessly watch the destruction of all that his life had contributed with so much love to build, his poor life now having itself become useless and meaningless, in a world that also seemed more and more meaningless.
After several years like that, he had taken refuge like a recluse in his own apartment, the apartment he had at least been able to buy, providentially, on his return from Africa, for himself and his family, in a beautiful part of the Parisian far suburbs. Instead of looking for the company of the other ex-administrators who had also come there, he came out only for the groceries needed by his wife, and for the Sunday Mass, which was always dear to his heart, for he had always been very pious and found some comfort in his faith, still intact despite all these trials.


But the misfortunes that had befallen him were not yet over: another element in his life which had hitherto been another source of comfort and even hope – that long-awaited son, born at last just a few years before the final departure from Africa – suddenly became for him, as that son was growing up, the very opposite of comfort and hope ….
As long as he was little, this beloved son had of course corresponded to the gift of heaven that his father saw in him; but becoming more and more himself with his own qualities and defects, he corresponded less and less to the expectations that his father had of him as of the son who was going to “continue the lineage” (Khalil Gibran and his famous “Your children are not your children, etc…” were not yet known !…) and to make his parents proud in the same way that he himself, his father, had made his own parents proud…
The son became, little by little, without realizing it, the living negation of all that his father had expected – and the father, very disappointed, suffering terribly from this very unpleasant but increasingly obvious fact, about which again he could do nothing, felt his love for his son being put to a severe test.
Though gifted for a lot of things, the son, when becoming a teenager, did not make the choices his father would have made in his place, and his father, in spite of himself, was increasingly angry with him for being so different from himself psychologically, and on the contrary, in some respects, so similar to some other adults whom he had never appreciated much.

The relationship between the father and the son inexorably deteriorated, despite all the efforts of the father to remain a father worthy of the name, that is to say, full of love, just as he had been before for his daughters .
 And, added my friend, she and her elder sister, now grown-up, were no longer there to  act as buffers and try to remedy the situation. Her father had always had great respect and appreciation especially for her, to the point of keeping quiet when more than once she had reprimanded him indignantly after he had occasionally poured out his murderous mood upon his wife or some other person present: harsh and hurtful words had become his specialty as soon as some visit forced him to leave this solitude in his closed room and this silence… that he was imposing to himself, precisely, to try to prevent those overflows! …
But the first daughter had married; as for my friend herself, the younger daughter, she had had to go to another region of France for her first post as a young High School Teacher, and that, before this antagonism from the father towards the son (still small then) had become manifest; so that she knew nothing of what had followed her departure. it was only during a visit by her whole family in the town where she taught that, during the meal at the restaurant offered by her father with all his best intentions, he lost control over his words to his son, and my friend was a direct witness to the odious manner in which her father ridiculed and humiliated the poor adolescent as if by pleasure, even in that public place and in front of her. Outraged, she jumped up and threatened to leave the table and the restaurant if her father did not immediately stop this detestable behavior.
The father, ashamed, returning to himself thanks to his daughter’s indignant outburst,  behaved normally throughout the rest of the meal, but when they finally left her to return to Paris, her heart was heavy and she did not know any more what to do:
She could exactly understand, alas, how her father, in his own endless suffering, always  repressed for so many years, and then redoubled by his son, so disappointing for him, whose mere presence was a constant and
ill-restrained irritation (Elizabeth Kübler-Ross was not yet famous, it was not known that banging hard on old directories or thick pillows is a great way to void all the accumulated suffering that might otherwise spill out as violence in one form or the other). And yet my friend could neither excuse the conduct of her father nor leave her unfortunate young brother in such a deplorable situation.
But in fact what could she do, when she herself had no right to legally claim the child’s custody, and she felt barely able to truly educate herself, she who was so intensely  searching for the meaning and purpose of life, beyond the spontaneous and sincere but still too limited faith of her own youth?
She had rejected the golden cage of an “ideal” marriage already planned, that would have prevented her from remaining herself; she had no home, no real family to offer to her brother in this young age where he still needed that …
It had been a very painful heartbreak for her, my friend
confided to me, thus having to choose, so young still herself, between trying to rescue her younger brother, or continuing to explore alone her own life, able as she was to start discerning in it a course and a direction totally off the beaten track –  a direction deeply fascinating and appropriate for herself, certainly, but very likely not right at all for her brother, who already had become for her, in just those few years of separation, almost a stranger…
Finally, she decided not to intervene in her family, even temporarily during her holidays, for all the reasons already expressed, but also because of her various idealistic political commitments in the region of her High School: because they demanded she constantly be physically present on many fronts where peaceful but crucial demonstrations also needed her, so that human societies became, precisely, less absurd and less painful…

Meanwhile her brother ended up being able to lead his own life as he saw fit, living from his majority on away from his family and his father’s opposition, partly thanks to the discreet  (or even secret?) financial help of his mother. My friend, his second big sister, never came to know exactly how all these difficult years went for him, but afterwards she had the opportunity through her work to visit her parents, now elderly, and alone. She was able to see that their father, himself freed at last from his own internal conflicts, no doubt at the price of intense and humble prayers, had succeeded in becoming once again the smiling father of the past, now full even of remarkable compassion for others, where previously sarcastic words would have escaped him, during the time of his descent into hell; and my friend had greatly rejoiced at this inner cure which she had  not dared to hope for. But no one ever mentioned her brother, so she did not do it either, not wanting to risk reawakening painful memories for her parents too.
Later still, the Divine Grace caused her one evening to be there, arriving at their home unexpectedly, just at the moment when their father, already ill for a year, was taken to the hospital.
The next day, while he was preparing to die in his hospital room, my friend noticed that
despite the presence of several other relatives who had come in haste, he was paying particular attention rather to what he seemed to already perceive of what we call the Beyond: his eyes looking up, towards the ceiling, he was smiling with such happiness that he radiated inner beauty. The simple vision of his face in this beatific state filled my friend with the same ineffable happiness, emanating from these spiritual dimensions of total Reality which she had herself discovered by learning to direct her consciousness inward, into the calm and silence of the depths of her being. Visibly, she said to herself with tears of joy in her eyes, her father, if he died, would die at peace with himself, whether or not he had succeeded in making peace with his son too; and that would be right, because he had truly done the best he could, despite the difficult challenges he had put on his program for this lifetime now close to its end…
As the next day her father seemed to be getting better, my friend took the time to visit, in another town, a place she had seen in a trance as the place where, in another of her human incarnations, she had taken a very bad decision, whose influence beyond time weighed like a heavy ball and chain on her life this time around. Arriving on the spot, she recognized the place in its smallest physical details, although she had never gone there before in this life. Throughout the visit she also felt her father’s presence with her – which suddenly made her understand the unconscious karmic bond that had brought them together in this life, and that, she felt, was now finally resolved.
When she returned to her mother, her mother told her that her father had finally died that very afternoon… “Exactly at the time when his presence came to accompany my visit there!”, m
y friend said to herself with gratitude, and the emotion of seeing her previous inner perception confirmed by the facts.

For the funeral, the whole family was there – except her brother. Although informed of course, he had decided not to come. Still too much suffering in him, and resentment…? Some were shocked, but my friend openly took the side of her brother, because having even a faint idea of ​​what their father had made him suffer before, she was not at all sure that, had she been in the place of her brother, she herself would have been able to forgive, and to come. Moreover, he had practically never known his father except in this terrible state, for his earlier, happier memories were too far away for him to remember them so that they could counterbalance the harsh reality that had followed. And he had no way either of knowing the “mitigating circumstances” that would have enabled him to understand how, through too much suffering piled up inside himself, his unfortunate father could have come to such a terrible behavior…
A few years later the brother’s and sister’s paths finally crossed again, she was pleased to see that her brother had succeeded in preserving his own integrity and had not totally hardened since the long ordeal in his young years.
However, their rare encounters were never alone with each other; so much so that they were never able to speak with each other about what each of them had experienced in the years after their separation, which had counted for him or her.

But here are some latest news of importance:
My friend, last year, a few days before her brother’s birthday (which is this time of the year), had the great surprise of suddenly feeling their father’s presence again, she said, where she lives.

Without words spoken, just by telepathy, he made her understand that he was asking her to help for his reconciliation with his son. The suffering of this painful past had lasted long enough, it was time to finally let it dissolve in forgiveness.
For that anniversary of her brother, my friend has not had the courage, she confessed to me, to speak to her brother, neither of this visit nor of the prayer expressed by the consciousness of their father. And over the following year, taken by her usual responsibilities, she more or less forgot about both visit and request.
But this year, just a few days ago, the consciousness of their father had contacted her again – earlier, so that she would have enough time to explain everything to her brother before his birthday (the day on which the soul of each individual is more open to true Love and its Light). He said that forgiveness would be beneficial not only for his own being as the ex-father but also for the inner being of his son: he had to free himself, cleanse himself, alleviate himself from all that past. Bitterness was one of the causes contributing to his aging earlier and faster than he would have without this weight of the past – and my friend had the very clear impression that there again, just as between this same father and herself, between these two beings too there had been in fact an agreement before their births, that in this lifetime they would come together in order to try and learn to forgive – including to forgive oneself one’s own mistakes and failures, often programmed actually on purpose: their future father had agreed to be for a time the apparent “villain” whose ill-treatment of his future son would be in truth meant to try and help his future son achieve inwardly what the son himself wanted for this life: to develop as much as he could the capacity of true Love, and thus of true Forgiveness – without which no one can really regain one”s original divine nature…

I think my friend has finally found an indirect way of telling all this to her brother, whose birthday is fast approaching … Will she succeed in touching him, convincing him? Perhaps he has already forgiven to a certain extent, and he needs only to perfect the inner peace which this almost complete forgiveness has already begun to bring to him? He is the only one to know, and to be able to decide what remains for him to do for this posthumous reconciliation with the consciousness of his father.
Like my friend, however, I have also come to wish with all my heart, and even to pray, that indeed the time may have come, that (even with the help of the Divine Grace if he feels he needs it and he calls for it) this so beneficial
progress may finally be fully realized in him … and that his birthday may all the more be profoundly happy!

 

This is the true story that I wanted to tell you, because we will all be able to find in it something of our own unconscious and secret inner goals, that explain so much of our external history as Voluntary Players in this Great Game of Evolution, on this Earth or some other one …

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