About ‘The Rich Complexity of our Being’

A long and very interesting comment has just been posted about my recent article, ‘The Rich Complexity of Our Being’ (https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2017/09/09/the-rich-complexity-of-our-being/).

It deserves an equally long, or even longer answer, as it is on various points that probably have been questions for other readers as well, so I’m bringing that long comment right here and will use it for this new post, which will be a kind of dialogue between that friend and me, through my answers (in italics) interwoven with the questions and other points he raised in his comment:

Bhaga,
Your quote from Shri Aurobindo was both clarifying and leading me to a further question.
As I’m learning more about Swedenborg’s ideas or interpreted journeys I see increasing similarities to Aurobindo’s ideas. Though granted it is presumptive to say anything about Aurobindo’s work as I know next to nothing just what I’ve glimmered in your blog.

I salute in passing the great Swedenborg, whom I may have indeed studied more long ago, as you do now, had I not have already a vision even vaster – truly all-encompassing – from the even more immense and multitudinous experience of  Sri Aurobindo and the Mother.

2 of my guiding ideas.
1st, A wise man once told me, “there are no new truths”. (how could there be?) Beware of anyone who is selling such.

Of course there can be only one real Truth. But that Truth is not, as our mind, by its very nature divisive, makes us believe, one single point of view which makes all the other points of view necessarily false. The real Truth (the Supramental Truth, as Sri Aurobido and the Mother call it),  is the complete Reality of All There Is in its actually all encompassing wholeness, spherical so to say. It includes within Itself all those opposite points of view that to our mind seem to be contradicting each other. The mental truth constantly says “either this, or that”, while the Supramental Truth says “This, and that, and also that, and everything else too”. The best symbolic representation of this Truth as total Wholeness is the spherical shape of the Matrimandir, the central building of Auroville, itself founded as “a City at the service of Truth”:

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The problem of the Mental Consciousness is that its vision is by nature limited, and so, unable to see and comprehend the infinite Totality that the Truth is. So if it is correct that there can be no “new truths” as such, still our present perception of the total Truth may not be complete yet at all, and we may very well have still to discover new aspects of the complete Truth that we were not aware of before… and that might be called ‘new truths ‘ in that sense.

Moreover, not only is our mental perception terribly and inevitably limited, but that limited perception itself is also constantly altered  and modified by any mental beliefs each of us may happen to have: our beliefs will constantly add their own filter or coloration or twist to the perception in itself, turning it sometimes into the very opposite of what it really is. Our contemporary Science, for example, through its present materialistic belief system, is making itself blind to anything that may be quite real, but not acceptable as such within the parameters that Science still holds as those defining reality. With such a ‘reductionist’ outlook on everything, our Science misses some important aspects of the Total Truth that were already known to ancient cultures but are for this reason presently excluded of what is accepted as real by our Science. Those forgotten or rejected aspects of Truth will have then to be re-discovered gradually, again as if they were “new truths”.

2nd, God is everywhere always broadcasting to all unceasingly. Obvious when you think about it.

God may be indeed “everywhere always broadcasting to all unceasingly”, but the receivers are of all kinds and capacities in their individual uniqueness!….

But wait!… It seems this is exactly what you are saying too: you do put the question first, but then you yourself give the answer right away as well:

So, why the myriad churches, religions, prophets and saints and sages?
Up until very recently there hasn’t been a possibility of global communication. Because of all the different, times and lands, peoples, cultures, intelligences and customs on this planet this Unitive-intelligent-cosmic-being has had to appear throughout all these varying time places and peoples, in whatever way would be accessible to them. Something like the variety you hear in NDE stories.

Exactly, I would say!

For instance, the Old Testament stories happened for some tribes in an area of north Africa. Then the Christos came as a reformer. Look what some zealots and political maneuverings made of that.
This leads me to believe that there isn’t a best, much less an only way, or teaching.

How much I agree with you on that!…

And this is what Sri Aurobindo and the Mother themselves say too, mind you; even within the overall method of Integral Yoga they proposed, they advocated and used for each of their very different disciples an equally diverse way of guiding and helping them on their gradual discovery of what would become for each of them his or her unique way, similar to that of some others perhaps, but only to a certain extent.

Though because of ego’s need to somehow feel special

Do you mean ‘superior’? Because in truth, we are all special indeed, but that doesn’t mean in any way that we are superior to anyone else, as we all are an expression of the Divine, with each an equal potential to manifest our aspect of the Divine better and better…

the followers of each teacher and teaching need to assert theirs is the best or true way.

For sure there can be no “only true way”, as that is much too vague and universal a statement, making it a claim of absolute exclusivity of the Truth.

Nevertheless, if someone’s followers do say that theirs is the best way, but add immediately the specific spiritual goal or kind of spiritual achievement that the way they are following is best for, then they may be quite correct. The kind of training for running a marathon is not the same as for running a 100mts sprint, is it? And it is rather important to choose a coach who has experience and success with the kind of race you want to run, for s/he will be the best for that, obviously.

Or if you want to go to the Himalayas, obviously again you will choose a guide who has been there, and not one who has been instead to the Dead Sea. Both goals are equally valid in themselves, but depending on the one you are interested in, you will most certainly take the guide who has been there successfully, and so can lead you there too.

This reminds me of Krishna Das’s answer to what is the best practice? “The one you do”.

Quite a sensible fellow, this Krishna Das!…  But still, that statement too would need  the mention of your aim to be complete: if the practice you do is the wrong practice for what you are trying to achieve, that will not be of any help for you anyway, or it might even create in you obstacles and difficulties for reaching your real goal. Just one example to clarify this point: the kind of muscles you acquire through body-building will be rather a hindrance if you are trying to become a great swimmer…!

The same wise man said beware of ‘only solutions’.

If they smack of the usual mental exclusivism, your wise man is right; and yet, it is true also that one safety lock can only be opened by the key meant for it … and the equivalent can apply for spiritual goals too.

Which I, now say this as, ‘it doesn’t need to be either/or. It can be both/plus.

In general terms, yes, but again, for specific needs you may require specific means, employed either by you if you can, of better by the divine loving Wisdom that will take care of your evolutive process at every step if you entrust it to the care of what we can call the Divine as our Divine Mother.

Wisdom guides have specific work to do here and it will come thru them as specifically as a person of that time, place, talents or tendencies or strengths of the guide, saint Avatar or whatever.

Well, we do agree on that, it would seem!

It’s the devotees who don’t like ambiguity, who want to nail everything down. Being able to quote chapter and verse as is said about Christian Bible pundits.

This is quite true of those disciples (in any path) who tend, through a too rigid mind, to give more importance to the letter than to the spirit, and want everything codified and carved in stone, so as not to have to feel and apply at all the spirit behind the letter. But in the case of the evolutive, and so, all-inclusive path that the Integral Yoga is, there is often the necessity of identifying for example more precisely the various parts of our being, as Sri Aurobindo explained in the text I quoted in that previous article of mine we have been now commenting about together… I hope my answers  have been helpful!

Keep up the good work,
Silrak

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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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Trois mois de Silence…et de Yoga Intégral

(TRADUCTION EN FRANÇAIS DE L’ARTICLE PRÉCÉDENT EN ANGLAIS)
Trois mois, oui, trois mois complets entre mon article le 18 mars de cette année et le prochain que j’ai publié, le 18 juin exactement, mais sans le faire exprès.

Et me voilà, ayant laissé passer à nouveau deux mois avant de publier un autre véritable article complet, il y a deux jours.

Qu’est-ce qui m’a empêché d’écrire pour tout ce temps ??? Pourquoi est-ce que je publie si rarement ces temps-ci? …

Est-ce que rien ne s’est passé, dans ma vie, dans mon travail, dans mon évolution  personelle ou celle d’Auroville, ou celle du monde, qui valait la peine d’être partagé avec vous tous qui vous intéressez au Yoga Intégral de Sri Aurobindo et de la Mère ou, plus généralement, à l’Évolution Consciente ?…

Au contraire, chers amis: trop se passait.

Et une grande partie de tout cela ne pouvait pas être mentionné … Ou pas encore.

L’évolution consciente n’est pas une plaisanterie, ni une question de trucs passionnants au «partage» automatique sur autant de médias sociaux que possible. Ce n’est pas une question de popularité et de ‘Likes’. C’est une question de progrès intérieurs très humbles – et ensuite, souvent aussi, de rechutes dans les vieilles habitudes – jour après jour, minute après minute, à tous les niveaux de votre être, à tour de rôle ou simultanément, y compris, dans de plus en plus de personnes, le niveau cellulaire dès que celui-là décide également de participer.

Et même des progrès importants ne sont pas du tout à claironner, la divulgation prématurée du nouvel événement interne expérimenté peut très bien l’empêcher totalement de continuer, ou minimiser ses effets. Car en en parlant, vous dissipez effectivement l’énergie que ce nouvel événement intérieur contenait en lui-même pour son développement ultérieur en vous; si cette énergie est gaspillée dans une expression trop hâtive, les résultats supplémentaires sont réduits ou ne se développent jamais du tout. Il reste alors un événement unique que vous devrez peut-être attendre longemps pour qu’il se répète … et, espérons-le, se développe cette fois, si vous vous tenez coi! Pour combien de temps? … Eh bien, pour autant de temps qu’il lui sera nécessaire pour vraiment s’installer en vous et s’établir dans votre vie pour de bon.

Ce qui ne veut pas dire que ces nouveaux progrès ne peuvent être à nouveau remplacés par une récurrence d’un trait de personnalité antérieur que vous croyiez avoir été surmonté… mais au moins la récurrence de l’ancien mode ne sera qu’un problème temporaire, et non plus régulier, et ce sera déjà un soulagement considérable, ainsi qu’un encouragement très puissant pour l’avenir, pour les autres victoires similaires auxquelles on peut encore s’efforcer par la suite, avec l’aide de la Grâce divine.

Dans ce Yoga Intégral où le but n’est pas seulement, comme dans les formes traditionnelles du Yoga, la réalisation centrale de son Soi vrai et divin, mais aussi une transformation progressive de l’être complet, aussi dans ses parties extérieures, y compris le corps physique, la Réalisation centrale peut être là depuis longtemps avant qu’une amélioration réelle de la nature extérieure puisse également être observée, et l’on peut ne pas sembler être une personne spécialement spirituelle pour l’œil des autres pendant longtemps, bien que beaucoup à l’intérieur se soit déjà produit, des expériences internes nécessaires à la spiritualisation complète de l’être.

Il faut donc énormément de patience, de persévérance et de foi en le futur résultat dans ce long processus de transformation qui caractérise la nouvelle approche, évolutive, pour laquelle le Yoga Intégral a été créé.

C’est exactement ce que la citation de Sri Aurobindo sélectionnée à l’Ashram comme le Message pour le Jour de Darshan du 15 août, Anniversaire de Sri Aurobindo, a souligné  avec grande force:

“Dans le Yoga comme dans la vie, c’est l’homme qui persiste inlassable jusqu’au bout
Face à toute défaite et désillusion et tous événements et pouvoirs opposés, hostiles et contraires,
C’est lui qui conquiert à la fin et trouve sa foi justifiée
Parce que pour l’âme et la Shakti dans l’homme, rien n’est impossible.”

– Sri Aurobindo

Et tout du long, le Divin Compagnon se révèle être, encore et encore, dans une circonstance après l’autre, le seul ami totalement fiable, dont l’Amour inconditionnel et la Compréhension infinie ne nous laisseront jamais tomber, quelle que soit la faute que l’on puisse faire.

Mais, bien qu’une telle affirmation puisse sembler présenter ce Chemin comme très solitaire, en réalité, c’est tout à fait le contraire que l’on trouve par expérience être vrai: ce Chemin, suivi en la Compagnie Divine de plus en plus constante, devient de plus en plus doux, de l’ineffable, enivrante Douceur de cette Présence Divine, en même temps de plus en plus intime et pourtant de plus en plus pleinement aussi en toutes les parties extérieures de son être… tout en remplissant également tout ce qui est «extérieur» à soi-même, comme un océan infini de Délice Aimant, par lequel l’être entier est de plus en plus imprégné et progressivement transformé… Même si l’on avait du mal à aimer les «autres» auparavant, eux aussi commencent à être sentis comme d’autres formes du même Être Divin et aimés comme tels…

Quelle pure bénédiction  que d’avoir découvert en 1971 ce merveilleux Chemin de l’évolution consciente à travers ce Yoga Intégral… Ma gratitude infinie et intense va à Sri Aurobindo et à la Mère, qui ont rendu cela possible, et aident à chaque pas de ce Chemin, faisant de lui véritablement ce qu’ils appelaient “La Voie Ensoleillée”…

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Three Silent Months… of ongoing Integral Yoga

Three months, yes, three full months between my post on 18th March this year and the next one I posted – on 18th June exactly, although unwittingly.

And here I am,  having again let two months pass by before I posted another full article, just two days ago.

What stopped me from writing for all this time??? Why am I posting so rarely these days?…

Did nothing happen – in my life, in my work, in my own evolution or that of Auroville, or that of the world – that was worth sharing with you all interested in Sri Aurobindo and Mother’s Integral Yoga or more generally in Conscious Evolution?…

On the contrary, dear friends: too much was happening.

And much of it couldn’t be spoken about… Or not yet.

Conscious Evolution is not a joke, or a matter of exciting stuff and automatic ‘sharing’ of it on as many social media as possible. It is not a question of popularity and ‘Likes’. It is a matter of humble inner progresses – and then often relapses too, into old ways – day after day, minute after minute, at all levels of your being, in turn or simultaneously, including in more and more people the cellular level too, whenever that too decides to join in.

And even major steps forward aren’t at all to be trumpeted around, for a premature disclosure of the new inner event experienced may very well  make it stop altogether, or minimize its effects. By speaking about it, you are in fact dissipating the energy that this new inner event contained within itself for its own further development in you; if that energy is wasted in too early expression, the further results are curtailed, or they never develop at all. It remains then a one-time event which you may have to wait a lot for it to repeat itself… and hopefully develop further this time, if you keep quiet about it! For how long?… Well, for as long as it needs for really settling within you and establishing itself in your life for good.

Which is not to say that those new progresses cannot be at any time replaced again by some recurrence of a previous personality trait you believed had been overcome… but at least the recurrence of the old pattern will be only a temporary problem, not any longer a regular one, and that will be already a considerable relief as well as a very powerful encouragement for the future other such victories one may be still striving for, with the help of the Divine Grace.

In this Integral Yoga where the aim isn’t only, as in the traditional forms of Yoga, the central realization of one’s true, divine Self, but also a gradual transformation of the full being in its outer parts, including the physical body, the central Realization may be there since long before an actual improvement in the outer nature too can be observed, and one may not seem to be much of a spiritual person to the eye of the others for quite some time, although inwardly a lot may have already happened of the inner experiences needed for the later full spiritualization of the being.

So a lot of patience, perseverance and faith in the future outcome is necessary in this long process of transformation that characterizes the new, evolutive approach for which the Integral Yoga was created. This is exactly what the quotation from Sri Aurobindo selected at the Ashram as the Message for August 15th Darshan Day, Sri Aurobindo’s Birthday, underlined quite emphatically:

‘In the Yoga as in life it is the man who persists unwearied to the last
in the face of every defeat and disillusionment and of all
confronting, hostile and contradicting events and powers
who conquers in the end and finds his faith justified
because to the soul and Shakti in man nothing is impossible.’

– Sri Aurobindo

And all along the Divine Companion is repeatedly found, in one circumstance after the other, to be the only totally reliable Friend one has, whose truly Unconditional Love and Infinite Understanding will never let one down, whatever mistake one may make.

But although such a statement may seem to present this Path as a very solitary one, in reality it is the very opposite that one experiences as true: this Path, when followed in the more and more constant Divine Company, becomes sweeter and sweeter with the ineffable, intoxicating Sweetness of that Divine Presence, at the same time growing more and more intimate and yet filling more and more fully also all the outer parts of one’s being…. while filling up as well all that is ‘outside’ of oneself, like an infinite Ocean of Loving Bliss in which one’s entire being is more and more suffused, and gradually transformed… Even if one had trouble loving the ‘others’ before, they too start being experienced as other forms of the same Divine Being, and loved as such…

What a pure Blessing to have discovered in 1971 this wonderful Path of Conscious Evolution through this Integral Yoga… My infinite, intense gratitude goes to Sri Aurobindo and the Mother who made this possible, and are helping at every step of the Way, making it truly what they called ‘The Sunlit Path’…

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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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