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 …

Une histoire vraie, difficile mais belle…

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Étant l’amie intime, depuis l’enfance, de la fille cadette dans une famille proche, j’ai pu suivre à travers elle les péripéties intérieures de la vie de son père, avec les répercussions importantes qu’elles ont eues sur les autres membres de cette famille, en particulier le fils, frère beaucoup plus jeune de mon amie. Le cas de ce père et de ce fils, et de leurs itinéraires intérieurs, me paraît si intéressant – et en fait si émouvant – que je veux vous le présenter ici aujourd’hui:

Tel que l’ont connu à l’origine mon amie et sa soeur aînée – à l’époque les deux seules enfants du jeune couple radieux que formaient leurs parents – leur père était fort gentil,  indulgent et tendre avec elles, prenant même plaisir à les faire rire le plus souvent possible. Il était heureux alors, à l’aube d’une carrière prometteuse et qu’il aimait vraiment, en cette Afrique Occidentale França!se (l’A.O.F. d’antan) dont personne ne se doutait encore qu’elle vivait ses dernières décades. Il sortait glorieusement de “Colo”, comme on l’appelait familièrement, l’une des Grandes Écoles françaises si renommées, cette fameuse “École Coloniale” où les futurs “Administrateurs de la France d’Outre-mer” recevaient le savoir plus qu’encyclopédique dont ils auraient besoin pour toutes les situations les plus variées et les plus inattendues auxquelles ils pourraient avoir à faire face une fois au coeur de l’Afrique.
De toute son enfance vécue donc en Afrique, la seule occasion où mon amie avait vu son père vraiment fâché, c’était lorsqu’elle même l’avait, bien involontairement, mis dans une situation embarrassante alors qu’il était dans l’exercice de ses fonctions, ayant présidé à la Distribution des Prix à la fin de l’année scolaire, et s’apprêtant à être reconduit à leur demeure:
La voiture officielle attendait (avec lui dedans…) que ses deux petites filles (dont mon amie…) l’aient rejoint dès qu’elles auraient chanté la dernière chanson avec le reste de la Chorale. Sa soeur aînée, plus âgée, s’était rappelé la consigne de rallier la voiture sans tarder, mais elle, trop jeune encore, avait oublié… Losqu’elle avait, toute souriante, ne se doutant de rien, enfin rejoint la voiture, son père avait déjà finalement renvoyé toutes les fanfares présentes comme toujours pour saluer ses allées et venues officielles, et avait ordonné que les soldats abandonnent aussi le garde à vous. Quelle humiliation publique pour lui que d’avoir fait ainsi attendre tout le monde par la faute d’une gamine si inconsciente et irresponsable!… Mon amie, se faisant toute petite dans un des coins de la voiture, l’avait vu muet de fureur dans l’autre coin, et il était resté ainsi tout au long du trajet. Mëme arrivé à la maison, il n’avait pas décoléré et pas desserré les dents de toute la fin de la journée, ne parlant même pas à son épouse – et mon amie, malgré son jeune âge, réalisant pour la première fois le rôle important de son père, s’était rendu compte aussi avec stupeur, et une certaine frayeur, que c’était le seul moyen qu’il avait trouvé pour empêcher son intense colère d’exploser d’une manière qu’il aurait regrettée par la suite.

Des années après, mon amie se rappela cet incident, me dit-elle, quand ce mutisme obstiné fur devenu l’attitude permanente et désespérée de son père pour garder autant que possible sous contrôle la rage impuissante qui l’habitait depuis les suites si tristes de la Décolonisation:

Il avait tant bien que mal accepté sa carrière interrompue en plein essor, plus le chagrin de la séparation d’avec toutes ces populations qu’il aimait et qui l’aimaient tant qu’elles avaient imploré les officiels, mais en vain, de le laisser rester; il avait fait de son mieux aussi pour se rapetisser à la taille de “la Métropole”, cette France qui ne pouvait plus lui proposer que des rôles de rond-de-cuir, honorifiques certes, et bien payés, mais qu’il avait fini par rejeter, car son coeur n’y était pas, et il préférait se contenter d’une retraite anticipée – une demi-retraite, donc, pour toute la famille – plutôt que de continuer cette espèce de farce bureaucratique pour lui intolérable, après la vie libre et vaste qu’il avait connue, et avait originellement choisie.
Ce qui l’avait totalement anéanti, cependant, ce n’était pas tant son malheur personnel: ce fut de voir très vite tous ces pays qu’il avait tant chéris et aidés de son mieux, tomber l’un après l’autre dans le chaos après leur Indépendance, les petits chefs tribaux reprenant leurs guerres réciproques et ruinant tout sur leur passage. Au fur et à mesure que ce désastre se généralisait, mon amie a vu son malheureux père assister impuissant et de loin à la destruction de tout ce que sa vie avait contribué avec tant d’amour à construire, sa pauvre vie devenue inutile et dépourvue de sens, dans un monde qui lui aussi semblait de plus en plus dépourvu de sens.
Au bout de plusieurs années comme cela, réfugié comme un reclus chez lui, dans l’appartement qu’il avait au moins pu acheter, providentiellement, au retour d’Afrique, pour lui et sa famille, dans une belle région de la grande banlieue parisienne, au lieu de rechercher la compagnie des quelques autres ex-Administrateurs qui y étaient venus aussi, il ne sortait guère que pour les courses à faire pour son épouse, et pour la messe du dimanche, qui lui tenait toujours à coeur, car il avait toujours été très pieux et trouvait quelque réconfort dans sa foi, conservée intacte malgré toutes ces épreuves.
Mais les malheurs qui s’étaient abattus sur lui n’étaient pas encore terminés: un autre élément dans sa vie, qui avait été jusque-là une autre souce de réconfort et même d’espoir – ce fils tant attendu, né enfin quelques années avant le départ définitif d’Afrique – se mit soudain à devenir pour lui, en grandissant, tout le contraire du réconfort et de l’espoir….
Tant qu’il était petit, ce fils chéri avait bien sûr correspondu au cadeau du ciel qu’y voyait son père; mais devenant de plus en plus lui-même selon ses propres qualités et défauts, il correspondait de moins en moins aux attentes que son père avait de lui comme du fils qui allait “continuer la lignée” (Khalil Gibran et son célèbre “Vos enfants ne sont pas vos enfants, etc” n’étaient pas encore connus…!) et faire honneur à sa famille de la même façon que lui-même son père avait fait honneur à la sienne.
Le fils est devenu peu à peu, sans s’en rendre compte, la négation vivante de tout ce que son père avait escompté – et le père, très déçu, souffrant terriblement de ce fait très désagréable mais de plus en plus évident, à propos duquel là encore il ne pouvait rien, a senti son amour pour son fils être mis à rude épreuve.
Bien que doué pour des tas de choses, le fils devenu adolescent ne faisait pas pour autant les choix que son père aurait fait à sa place, et son père, malgré lui, lui en voulait de plus en plus d’être si différent de lui-même psychologiquement, et si proche au contraire, sur certains points, d’autres adultes qu’il n’avait jamais appréciés. La relation entre le père et le fils s’est inexorablement dégradée, malgré tous les efforts du père pour rester un père digne de ce nom, c’est à dire plein d’amour, tout comme il l’avait été auparavant pour ses filles.
Et, ajouta mon amie, elle et sa soeur aînée, maintenant adultes, n’étaient plus là pour faire tampon et tâcher de remédier à la situation. Son père avait toujours eu grand respect et appréciation spécialement pour elle, au point de se tenir coi quand, plus d’une fois, elle l’avait réprimandé avec indignation après qu’il lui soit arrivé de déverser son humeur massacrante sur son épouse ou quelque autre personne présente: les paroles acerbes et blessantes étaient devenues sa spécialité dès que quelque visite le forçait à sortir de cette solitude dans sa chambre fermée et de ce mutisme … qu’il s’imposait, justement, pour tenter d’empêcher ces débordements!…
Mais la première fille s’était mariée; quant à mon amie elle-même, la cadette, elle avait dû partir dans une autre région pour son premier poste en tant que jeune Professeur de Lycée, et cela avant que cette sorte d’antagonisme du père pour le fils (encore petit alors) soit devenue manifeste; si bien qu’elle ignorait tout de ce qui avait suivi son départ. Ce n’est qu’au cours d’une visite par toute sa famille dans la ville où elle enseignait que, pendant le repas au restaurant offert par son père avec toutes ses meilleures intentions, il perdit à nouveau le contrôle sur ses paroles vis à vis de son fils, et mon amie fut directement témoin de la manière odieuse dont son père ridiiculisait et humiliait comme à plaisir le malheureux adolescent, même dans cet endroit public et devant elle. Outrée, elle se leva d’un bond et menaça de quitter la table et le restaurant si son père ne cessait pas immédiatement ce comportement détestable.
Le père, honteux, revenant à lui-même grâce à cet éclat indigné de sa fille, se comporta normalement pendant toute la suite du repas, mais quand ils la quittèrent tous finalement pour retourner vers Paris, elle avait le coeur gros, et ne savait plus quoi faire:
Elle pouvait exactement comprendre, hélas, comment son père, dans sa propre souffrance sans issue, toujours réprimée depuis tant d’années et redoublée ensuite par ce fils si décevant pour lui, dont la simple présence lui était irritation constante et mal contenue (à l’époque, Elizabeth Kübler-Ross n’était pas encore connue, on ne savait pas que taper à grands coups sur de vieux annuaires ou oreillers bien épais est un excellent moyen d’évacuer toute cette souffrance accumulée qui autrement risque de devenir violence sous une forme ou une autre…!), et pourtant mon amie ne pouvait ni excuser la conduite de son pèe, ni laisser son malheureux jeune frère dans une situation si déplorable.
Mais en fait que pouvait-elle faire, quand elle-même n’avait aucunement le droit de réclamer légalement la charge de cet enfant, et se sentait à peine capable de s’éduquer elle-même véritablement, elle qui était si intensément à la recherche du sens et du but de la vie, au-delà de la foi spontanée et sincère, mais encore trop limitée, de sa propre jeunesse?… Elle avait rejeté la cage dorée d’un mariage “idéal” prévu, mais qui l’aurait empêchée de rester elle-même; elle n’avait aucun foyer, aucune famille réelle à offrir à son frère dans ce jeune äge où il en avait encore malgré tout besoin…
Ce fut un déchirement très douloureux pour elle, me confia mon amie, d’avoir ainsi à choisir, si jeune encore elle-même, entre essayer de secourir son jeune frère, ou continuer à explorer seule sa propre vie, telle qu’elle commençait à peine à y discerner un tracé et une direction totalement hors des sentiers battus – ce qui était profondément fascinant et approprié pour elle, certes, mais qui risquait fort de ne pas l’être du tout pour son frère, devenu déjà pour elle, en ces quelques années de séparation, presqu’un inconnu…
Finalement, elle prit le parti de ne pas intervenir dans sa famille, fût-ce temporairement pendant ses vacances, pour toutes les raisons déjà exprimées, mais aussi à cause de ses divers engagements politiques idéalistes dans la région de son Lycée: car ils exigeaient d’elle constamment qu’elle soit présente physiquement sur de nombreux fronts où des manifestations, pacifiques, mais cruciales, avaient également besoin d’elle pour que les sociétés humaines deviennent justement moins absurdes, et moins douloureuses.
Pendant ce temps son frère a fini par pouvoir mener lui aussi sa propre existence telle qu’il l’entendait, vivant dès sa majorité loin de sa famille et de l’opposition de son père, en partie grâce à l’aide financière discrète (secrète?) de sa mère. Mon amie, sa deuxième grande soeur, n’a jamais su exactement comment toute cette difficile période-là s’est passée pour lui, mais par contre, bien après, elle a eu l’occasion pour son travail de rendre quelquefois visite à leurs parents maintenant âgés, restés seuls; elle a pu constater que leur père, délivré lui-même enfin de ses propres conflits internes, sans doute au prix d’intenses et humbles prières avait réussi à redevenir le père souriant d’autrefois, maintenant plein même d’une remarquable compassion pour autrui, là où des mots mordants lui auraient échappé, du temps de sa descente aux enfers; et mon amie s’est grandement réjouie de cette guérison intérieure qu’elle n’osait plus espérer. Mais jamais personne n’a mentionné son frère, alors elle ne l’a pas fait non plus, ne voulant pas risquer de réveiller des souvenirs douloureux aussi pour ses parents.
Plus tard encore, la Grâce Divine a fait qu’un soir elle s’est trouvée là, arrivant chez eux à l’improviste, juste au moment où leur père, malade déjà depuis un an, était emporté à l’hôpital.
Le jour suivant, alors qu’il se préparait à mourir dans sa chambre d’hôpital, mon amie l’a vu, malgré la présence de plusieurs autres proches venus en hâte, porter son attention surtout sur ce qu’il semblait déjà percevoir de ce que nous appelons l’au-delà; et il souriait d’un tel bonheur qu’il en rayonnait de beauté intérieure. La simple vision de son visage dans cet état béatifique a rempli mon amie du même bonheur ineffable, émanant de ces dimensions spirituelles de la Réalité totale qu’elle-même avait découvertes en apprenant à s’intérioriser dans le calme et le silence des profondeurs de son être. Visiblement, se dit-elle, les larmes aux yeux de joie, son père, s’il mourait, mourrait en paix avec lui-même, qu’il ait ou non réussi à faire aussi la paix avec son fils; et ce serait bien ainsi car il avait vraiment fait du mieux qu’il pouvait, en dépit des défis  si difficiles qu’il s’était mis au programme de cette vie maintenant  proche de sa fin…
Comme le lendemain son père semblait soudain aller mieux, mon amie a pris le temps d’aller visiter dans une autre ville un lieu qu’elle avait vu en transe comme le lieu où, dans une autre de ses vies humaines, elle avait pris une très mauvaise décision, dont l’influence au-delà du temps pesait comme un lourd boulet sur sa vie cette fois-ci. Arrivée sur place, elle a reconnu le lieu dans ses moindres détails physiques, bien qu’elle n’y soit jamais allée auparavant dans cette vie-ci. Pendant toute la visite, elle a également senti la présence avec elle de son père – ce qui lui a fait comprendre soudain le lien karmique inconscient qui les avait réunis dans cette vie-ci, et qui, elle le sentait, était maintenant enfin résolu.
De retour auprès de sa mère, celle-ci lui a appris que son père était finalement mort l’après-midi même… “Exactement à l’heure où sa présence est venue accompagner ma visite là-bas!”, s’est dit mon amie avec gratitude, et l’émotion de voir sa perception être confirmée par les faits.
Pour les funérailles, toute la famille était là – sauf son frère. Bien qu’informé bien sûr, il avait décidé de ne pas venir. Encore trop de souffrance en lui, et de ressentiment?… Certains ont été choqués, mais mon amie a pris ouvertement le parti de son frère, car ayant ne serait-ce qu’une faible idée de ce que leur père lui avait fait vivre autrefois, elle n’était pas du tout sûre qu’à la place de son frère elle aurait été capable de pardonner, et de venir. De plus, lui n’avait pratiquement jamais connu son père que dans ce terrible état, car ses souvenirs plus heureux dataient de trop loin pour qu’il s’en souvienne encore et qu’ils contrebalancent la dure réalité vécue ensuite. Et lui n’avait aucun moyen de savoir comme elle les “circonstances atténuantes” qui lui auraient permis de comprendre un peu comment, à force de trop de souffrance en lui-même, son malheureux père avait pu en arriver à ce comportement haïssable…
Quelques années plus tard les chemins du frère et de la soeur se sont enfin croisés à nouveau, elle a eu la joie de constater que son frère avait réussi à préserver sa propre intégrité et ne s’était pas totalement durci depuis la longue épreuve subie dans ses jeunes années.
Cependant, leurs rares rencontres n’ont jamais été seule à seul; si bien qu’ils n’ont jamais pu se parler en profondeur de ce que chacun d’eux avait vécu, après leur séparation, qui avait compté pour lui ou elle.

Mais voici quelques dernières nouvelles de taille:
Mon amie, l’année dernière, quelques jours avant l’anniversaire de son frère (qui est à cette époque-ci de l’année), a eu l’immense surprise de sentir soudain à nouveau la présence de leur père auprès d’elle, là où elle vit. Sans mots prononcés, juste par télépathie, il lui a fait comprendre qu’il lui demandait d’aider à sa réconciliation avec son fils. La souffrance de ce douloureux passé avait assez duré, il était temps d’enfin la laisser se dissoudre dans le pardon.
Pour cet anniversaire-là de son frère, mon amie n’a pas eu le courage encore, m’a-t-elle avoué, de lui parler ni de cette visite, ni de la prière exprimée par la conscience de leur père. Et au fil de l’année qui a suivi, prise par ses responsabilités habituelles, elle a plus ou moins oublié visite et requête. Mais voilà qu’il y a quelques jours à peine, la conscience de leur père l’a contactée de nouveau, plus tôt, pour qu’elle ait cette fois le temps de tout expliquer à son frère avant l’anniversaire (date où l’âme de chaque individu est davantage ouverte à l’Amour et à sa Lumière) de celui-ci. Il précisait que le pardon serait bénéfique non seulement pour son propre être en tant que l’ex-père, mais aussi pour l’être intérieur de son fils: il devait se libérer, se nettoyer, s’alléger de tout ce passé dont l’amertume contribuait à le faire vieillir plus tôt et plus vite que cela ne se produirait sans ce poids du passé – et mon amie a eu la très nette impression que là encore, tout comme entre ce même père et elle-même, entre ces deux êtres il y avait eu en fait un accord avant leurs naissances, que dans cette vie-ci ils se retrouveraient pour tenter d’apprendre à pardonner et aussi à se pardonner à soi-même ses erreurs et manques souvent programmés en fait à dessein: leur futur père avait accepté d’être pour un temps l’apparent “méchant” dont les mauvais traitements allaient en réalité essayer d’aider son futur fils dans le but que celui-ci avait pour cette vie: faire grandir en lui-même d’autant la capacité d’amour vrai – et donc de pardon vrai – sans laquelle nul ne peut vraiment retrouver sa nature divine originelle…
Je crois que mon amie a fini par trouver un moyen indirect de parler de tout cela à son frère, dont l’anniversaire approche à grands pas… Réussira-t-elle à le toucher, à le convaincre? Peut-être a-t-il en fait déjà pardonné dans une certaine mesure, et n’a-t-il plus besoin que de parfaire la paix intérieure que ce pardon presque total a déjà commencé à lui apporter?… Il est le seul à le savoir, et à pouvoir décider de ce qui lui reste éventuellement à faire pour cette réconciliation posthume avec la conscience de son père.
Comme mon amie cependant, j’en suis venue moi aussi à souhaiter de tout coeur, et même à prier,  qu’en effet le temps soit venu, que (fût-ce avec l’aide de la Grâce Divine s’il en sent le besoin et y fait appel) ce progrès si bénéfique s’accomplisse enfin pleinement en lui… et que son anniversaire en soit d’autant plus profondément heureux!

Voilà donc l’histoire vraie que je voulais vous raconter, car nous pourrons tous y retrouver, sous une forme ou une autre, quelque chose de nos propres buts intérieurs inconscients et secrets, qui expliquent tant de notre histoire extérieure en tant que Joueurs volontaires dans ce Grand Jeu de l’Évolution, sur Terre ou ailleurs…

Gratitude to Sri Aurobindo

Today, December 5th, in 1950, at 1h26 am, Sri Aurobindo deliberately left his body for good.

He had foreseen for already a year that it might become necessary for him to do so, in order to complete soon enough the supremely important task he had given himself decades before: bringing the Supramental specific vibration from the Supramental world directly in contact with our physical world, so that it would activate in Matter the corresponding vibration, and in this way start a new evolutive step, the Supramental Era, upon Earth. The last of what still needed to be done would be done in an easier and faster way if out of a physical body.

Because of the increasing danger of a Third World War, this task had to be completed very urgently, establishing in an irreversible manner the beautiful evolutive Future promised ‘for Earth and Men’ to the princess Savitri, an incarnation of the Divine Mother in the great epic poem, symbol of terrestrial Evolution, that he had titled after her name, and which was the only writing of his he kept revising and adding to until the day he had fixed for his departure under the pretense of an illness he was actually able to control, coming in and out of coma at will.

So it has been on the part of Sri Aurobindo the sacrifice of his own body, relinquishing the individual transformation already visibly on its way in that body. The amount of consciousness accumulated there passed into the Mother’s body, who would continue after him towards that goal of transforming the physical body.

Today being one of the Darshan Days commemorated every year at the Ashram and in Auroville,  the Message selected for the Card Distribution read thus:

To express our gratitude to Sri Aurobindo we can do nothing better than to be a living demonstration of his teaching.

The Mother

As this is precisely what is attempted by Auroville as a whole and this individual Aurovilian among others, this Message resonated with particular intensity in my being, and I found it perfectly suited for this Research Blog as well, so I decided to publish it here today for all those who will be reading this new post.

With all my gratitude to Sri Aurobindo, indeed, from my entire being.

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In Honor of Wayne Dyer, by NDEr Anita Moorjani

I, Bhaga, want to share with you all the article I received yesterday as the Newsletter from this wonderful NDEr called Anita Moorjani – and there is even more than the article, as you will see in the end:

 
Celebrating Wayne
Dear Bhaga,

It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year to the day since our dear friend and teacher Wayne Dyer crossed over into the other side. I have dedicated my upcoming book, “What if This is Heaven?” to Wayne, and today, I’d like to share with you the Afterword from the book:

Just as I was completing the final chapters of this book, I received the shocking news that my dear friend Dr. Wayne Dyer had passed away.

Shortly before this news arrived, a few close friends had come over to have lunch with Danny and me at our new home in California. When my friend Jennifer McLean arrived, she was bearing a huge bouquet of orange roses.

“What’s with the orange?” she asked as she handed me the armful of flowers.

“What do you mean?” I responded with a curious smile as I happily accepted her gift, admiring the striking color and reveling in the sweet scent. They were absolutely stunning.

“While I was in the flower store, I was reaching for the red roses for you,” Jennifer explained, “but I kept hearing this voice in my head saying, ‘Get the orange ones. Get the orange ones!’ You obviously have a friend on the other side who really wanted you to have the orange roses!”

“Well, orange is my favorite color,” I said. “But I can’t think of who from the other realm would have told you that.” For a few moments, I worried that someone close to me might have passed away without me knowing and was trying to send me a message. But I soon got busy with the final preparations for lunch and forgot about my apprehension.

Shortly after, while we were sitting down to eat, my cell phone rang. When I looked at the caller ID, I saw that it was Maya Labos, who had been Wayne’s personal manager and right hand for the last 38 years. Because she travels with him on every trip, Maya and I have gotten extremely close since I’d been sharing the stage with Wayne for the past few years.

“Maya! What’s up?” I asked cheerfully as I answered the call.

“It’s Wayne,” came the tearful voice, and I already knew what was coming next. “He died in his sleep this morning. He’s gone.”

With those words, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I just couldn’t believe it was true. Wayne Dyer could not possibly be dead! I had just finished a speaking tour of Australia with him the week before, and he’d seemed positively pulsing with life—as always!

Then I remembered my earlier hunch that someone had crossed over, and I realized my premonition had been true after all. Wayne had known that orange was my favorite color. He often teased me backstage about my penchant for orange (my wallet, my phone case, and my purse are all orange). And he too had a thing for oranges—the fruit, that is. He always carried an orange onstage as a prop when explaining one of his famous analogies. Wayne was rarely, if ever, onstage without an orange, and he’d often toss it into the audience when he finished making his point.

In fact, his teaching about the orange was the last post made on his Facebook page before he died: “When you squeeze an orange, you’ll always get orange juice to come out. What comes out is what’s inside. The same logic applies to you: When someone squeezes you, puts pressure on you, or says something unflattering or critical, and out of you comes anger, hatred, bitterness, tension, depression, or anxiety, that is what’s inside. If love and joy are what you want to give and receive, change your life by changing what’s inside.”

I knew that giving the message to my friend Jennifer to get the orange roses was Wayne’s way of saying that he’s fine. And although I knew, probably better than most, that

Wayne was having a grand time where he was now—laughing and dancing in pure joy, bathed in the overwhelming feelings of unconditional love, free from pain, free from expectations, free to expand and transcend—I was still stunned and saddened.

Wayne had been my teacher, my mentor, and one of my biggest cheerleaders in the journey that he had invited me to begin as an author and a speaker. If he hadn’t discovered my story on the Internet and then told Hay House to track me down and invite me to write a book about my experience, I would not be a published author today, traveling the world, sharing my insights onstage, and seeing my life being made into a Hollywood movie!

While on tour at Hay House events, Wayne and I had often talked about the afterlife and the expansion that takes place once we leave the physical body. Now, I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined him experiencing this for himself firsthand.

Wayne is, and always was, a passionate teacher. That’s what he was put on this earth to do—to teach. And I doubt that shedding his body has stopped him. If anything, he’s even more passionate because now he can reach more people, all at once! He’s probably teaching in a far greater and grander way than he had ever hoped to accomplish while in the physical realm! Instead of being gone for good, he is now more accessible to the millions of people who love him, and he’s probably having a blast showing up in different creative ways for all the people he’s touched in some manner. Now that he is no longer restricted by the physical, Wayne is here, there, and everywhere!

One day, we will all transcend this physical plane into the infinite realm of the afterlife, and while many fear what lies beyond, crossing over is actually the easy part. Let me assure you that there is nothing to fear beyond the veil. Our true challenge is in trying to live a life of expansion, liberation, love, and joy here on the physical plane.

So my biggest message (inspired by both my NDE and the life and teachings of my dear friend) is to live your life as an exercise in creativity, as if every discovery, every artistic exploration, matters in the cosmic tapestry of life—because it does. Follow your heart as you exuberantly combine the riot of colors the universe lays before you to make your life into your own masterpiece. You may be surprised by your creation. As when we listen to or play beautiful music, our goal is not to get to the end of the piece. The point is to enjoy the melodious, joyous journey the music takes us on, including the very first note and every single one that comes after it. And as Wayne always said, “Don’t die with your music still in you!”

So don’t be afraid of not doing it right or of not being good enough. Such fear is totally unfounded. Life is not about getting it right, figuring out the answers to the really big questions (or even the small questions, for that matter), reading all the right books, taking all the right courses, or studying with the masters. Nor is it about whether you’ve had deep spiritual experiences, achieved altered states of consciousness, or become a spiritual guru to multitudes. It’s not even about whether you’ve been dead and come back to life to share your experiences—trust me!

The only thing that matters is that you allow yourself to be all of who you are! It’s that simple! Just be yourself—your true self! Be the love that you are. Shine your light as brightly as you can. And while you’re at it, don’t forget to enjoy the ride and have fun—lots of fun!

Wayne is now perfectly cognizant of the artistry of his life and of all the millions of people who have been touched with the brush of his mastery. Thank you, my friend, for coming into our lives and for sharing your beauty, wisdom, and humor with us as we make this journey together—and thank you for the orange roses.

Namaste.

Special episode of Explore The Extraordinary
I love connecting with all of you, so please tune in to my radio show every Wednesday. 12PM PDT/7PM GMT on Hay House Radio.

Tomorrow’s show (8-31-16) is about the healing power of touch, with Kate MacKinnon.

Please be sure to tune in next Wednesday, September 7th, for a very special show with Wayne’s daughter, Saje Dyer. We have pre-recorded the show, and I know all fans of Wayne’s will truly love it. Saje spoke of all the ways that Wayne has been communicating with her, through signs, since his transition.

Click here to listen.

We Love you Wayne.
Where I will be next…
I absolutely love connecting with you, and one of my favorite ways to do that is at live events. I am in Basel Switzerland this weekend, and the “I Can Do It!” in Philadelphia is coming up in 3 weeks,  which is sure to be wonderful. Click here for details: *I Can Do It! Philly*
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Click below to view Dying To Be Me (available now), or
What if This is Heaven? (Release date: September 13, 2016)

Missing our Momma

Let’s not try to hide it. As Sri Aurobindo himself made it quite clear from the start of his text quoted in my previous post, Life on the Earth Plane isn’t an easy task, and to the Truth-Seeker it can turn out to be quite a Battle. Even the best of us may sometimes – or often – get doubtful, discouraged, exhausted. Even Dannion Brinkley in his first book, ‘Saved by the LIght’, towards the end, when he is told he is going to need again one more  operation for again surviving one more time , even Dannion, this towering tough fellow who has already gone victoriously through so much, finally finds it too much, and wants to call it quits. To Dr Raymond Moody, urgently called to the hospital, at that time still a friend he thought he could count on for ever, Dannion replies the truest, most touching simple words I know of to describe what life here actually feels like:

“It’s just like when you are forced to go to summer camp. You hate everybody and you miss your Momma…”

I had to laugh, although simultaneously I teared up briefly at the inner recognition of what he described. What a riot, this Dannion, as one of my friends says of him! He still found a funny way to express those kid-like feelings hidden in the secret depths of the outwardly bravest of us. Granted, Dannion is actually a Crab, a Cancerian by birth, with all the inner tenderness that this Solar Sign means under its outer hard shell, and the special need – even in the adult – to keep close to his or her Momma, the living symbol of Home and Family. Raymond, a few years older but born under the very same Birth Sign, must have understood perfectly what his friend meant, and so do I, having myself my Moon in Cancer as well… While reading this, all my visitors with a strong Cancerian influence in their own Chart know exactly what I am talking about too…

Alas, the boisterous and hilarious aspect also present in Dannion, caused by the super Jupiter ruling everything else from on high in his birth Chart, giving him also those loud characteristics of a Sagittarius, couldn’t go well for long with the rest of the nature in Raymond: the latter not only lacked this Jupiter/Sagittarius fun and vastness, but had instead the Scorpio’s unforgiving intransigence and tendency to see dark motivations in other people’s actions.

This must be what caused Raymond to later on repudiate their friendship and accuse Dannion of having invented or exaggerated portions of his NDE, which then in his eyes was no longer valid. Raymond went so far as publicly dismissing Dannion as a mere “entertainer”, I recently discovered with astonishment. But he was using the same derogative appellation, in the same breath, also about another NDEr I have a lot of respect for, Betty Eady of ‘Embraced by the Light’ fame, even ridiculing her for wearing a Native Indian dress…  when she is of quite authentic Sioux parentage, and only claiming it finally, thanks to her NDE, but obviously Moody had no idea of that!!! This particularly stupid remark of his reveals only the appalling hollowness of his own comments on those two persons he has not really taken the trouble to know in any depth.

At least for Dannion, such a blow below the belt must have been quite hard to take, coming from a supposed close friend of many years who had even prefaced his book in 1995, written twenty years after his first NDE; in that preface Raymond had validated already  Dannion’s new ESP gift of mind-reading, and also some of the predictions for the Earth’s future, given to him during his NDE as warnings to humanity at large that it had urgently to change its ways if it wanted to avoid such a future. And still Dannion, in the video interviews when he is challenged to answer Raymond’s accusations, keeps his cool and inner peace, and does re-establish the facts that show his innocence and truthfulness, but without covering Raymond’s in mud nevertheless. As Dannion himself says, the way he has become able to take peacefully all this in his stride, when before his NDE he was one to always give a blow back with a vengeance, is the very proof of his NDE: it is what changed him so completely.

To my eye as an astrologer (not of any Fate Astrology but of our very diverse human personalities), the Jupiter all alone at the top of Dannion’s Chart looks exactly like the Roman god of that name or his Greek origin, Zeus, the one sending thunder and lightning from the top of Mt Olympus… and in the case of poor Dannion, this Jupiter did strike him with lightning, quite literally, and on two different occasions!…: Only,  it was as the saving action from the Divine Grace represented by this Pisces Sign in which Jupiter is in Dannion’s Chart!!! And it is that Divine Compassion from this Pisces Sign that the lightning has activated in him to such an extent that nowadays it is only benevolence and compassion he can feel when in a position of power where he could on the contrary strike those who attack him…

Why am I bringing Astrology into this post directly inspired by Dannion’s candid admission of his Inner Child’s utter distress while going through terrestrial Life?

Because part of the problem here is that each of us gets usually so much trouble from our fellow human beings, especially when they have strong judgemental tendencies given by the Scorpio Sign, the 2nd Water Sign, locked in its own deep and negative emotions, that no sense of the Divine Grace come yet to alleviate and dissolve.

Both Raymond and Dannion have their Sun in the 1st Water Sign, Cancer the Crab, with emotions still very child-like and open to the tenderness of sweetness of Life, at least on the scale of family life.

But where Raymond stops later at the 2nd Water Sign, Scorpio, whose negative feelings are useful only in that they may push a human being to ask questions about the meaning and purpose of Life, Dannion somehow skips that phase and is pulled up by this magnificent and cheerful Jupiter, all the way up straight to the 3rd and last Water Sign, where the hard and painful questions of the Scorpio are answered and healed: the Pisces Sign which is also the last in the whole Zodiac, giving us full access again to the Ocean of Divine Love where we truly belong when we are not at work to change things in this dimension. This is Unconditional Love ever ready to forgive  our errors and heal us with its Saving Grace. It is the vastest of all the Twelve Signs, and the only one which can understand all the others because of its capacity of total Empathy. The Divine Love accessed through this Sign is actually that of our Divine Mother, for God is also that, yes,   the Divine Momma we actually miss the most: it is the Higher Octave of the tenderness and motherly love that our physical mother probably tried her best to give us, in spite of her own hurts and other human limitations which may have made her fail utterly.

But short of that potentially so beneficial influence of the Pisces Sign (although, like all the Signs, it also can be detrimental: if one doesn’t manage to find the Divine inwardly, and then replaces That by alcohol or drugs just to escape from this too hard terrestrial life, experienced as a prison), Astrology can at least help people to understand each other better, instead of each one judging the others through the filter of one’s own personality, spontaneously perceived as the only true way of being…!

It seems to me such a pity that someone as valuable as Raymond Moody has turned his back on Dannion Brinkley and Betty Eady, simply because of misinterpretations of their own different personalities. Also, both Dannion and Betty, like a number of other NDERs, have received during their NDE the specific mission to make it known and spread the information it contains, important for all humankind at this point in its Evolution, so it is only normal that they.do their best to fulfill that mission, each one in their own way, which always, to someone else, may seem inappropriate…

I really wish researchers like Raymond Moody who are by inclination and formation more on the intellectual side of things, and have NOT themselves had an NDE, would try not to limit and judge the stories told by the Experiencers according to their own mental criteria and categories, which do not actually exist in the true Reality. In that Realm just like here, Unity is realized through Diversity, and not uniformity as our mind would make us believe.

The situation in this field of research is only symptomatic of the situation everywhere in all human endeavors.

Instead of criticizing and dividing, let’s all help each other in our growth towards our recovered Divine Nature we all miss not only our Momma, but also some true friends!

If this post can bring about among us all any progress towards this future collective  Victory of Love, with its Joy of Reunion, this blog of mine will not have existed in vain.

Now I am very curious to read the third book by Dannion, after his third NDE. titled ‘Secrets of the Light’ and written this time with his wife Kathryn. I am getting very good reviews of it from a friend who was quite simply transformed by it, and the following interview (done at the time of the publication of their latest book, ‘Ten Things to Know Before You Go’) is indeed wonderfully intriguing:

Thank you so much for all this, dear NostraDannion!…

Sri Aurobindo, August 15th and “The Power That Conquers”

‘I maintain that the human mystery is incredibly demeaned by scientific reductionism, with its claim in promissory materialism to account eventually for all of the spiritual world in terms of patterns of neuronal activity. This belief must be classed as a superstition. . . . we have to recognize that we are spiritual beings with souls existing in a spiritual world as well as material beings with bodies and brains existing in the material world.’
– Sir John C. Eccles (1903-1997, neurophysiologist, 1963 Nobel Prize)

As more and more top-class scientists, like Sir John Eccles already in his time (or also Max Planck, for example), have been publicly acknowledging the scientific reductionism that I was mentioning in my recent post (https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/05/21/material-reductionism-vs-spiritual-reductionism-and-the-solution/) and have been speaking out fearlessly for the spiritual side that is also there, still the so-called ‘Mainstream Science’ remains slow to follow them in this daring direction, on this supposedly forbidden ground that Spirituality is for them.

In the same way in Traditional Spirituality too, the Shift is still quite slow, from its many divergent interpretations of the Divine Reality to the much enlarged, actually all inclusive perspective that Sri Aurobindo and the Mother introduced a century ago. Since then it has been spreading though, steadily gaining ground in our human Collective Mind as well as through the gradual physical results this tremendous new perspective implied, foreseen and announced by Sri Aurobindo already while World War I was starting, seemingly a stark denial to any such beautiful future for Humanity.

Even after World War II showed us later some even greater horrors, it must be understood first of all that there is no real Duality in the sense of two separate origins, one for the so-called ‘Good’ and one for the so-called ‘Evil’. For even those Forces/Beings from some other dimensions who are hostile to the Divine Plan are part of the One too: only, they are the part of the Divine who plays the role of the Adversaries in this immense Adventure of Evolution, so that by the very Power of Resistance we will meet at every step from them, we will grow stronger and stronger… and finally win over them as was always planned.

For those Adversaries must not have their way, and we must not any more simply try to go back as soon as possible to the happier dimensions where the Spirit reigns for ever in full glory; if we were to keep using our reclaimed Spiritual Self only to escape from this Physical World, we would abandon it to those ‘Evil’ Forces, giving them.an easy victory instead of at least putting up a good fight against them – especially as that is becoming more and more possible now, thanks to the bold and monumental task accomplished for the Earth by those two great Pioneers of Conscious Evolution who also gave us the Integral Yoga to help us follow them in the new tracks they opened for all other human beings interested in the same huge endeavor:

‘The universe is certainly or has been up to now in appearance a rough and wasteful game with the dice of chance loaded in favour of the Powers of darkness, the Lords of obscurity, falsehood, death and suffering. But we have to take it as it is and find out – if we reject the way out of the old sages – the way to conquer. Spiritual experience shows that there is behind it all a wide terrain of equality, peace, calm, freedom, and it is only by getting into it that we can have the eye that sees and hope to gain the power that conquers.‘ (Sri Aurobindo, ‘Letters on Yoga’)

Both he and the French lady – another spiritual giant – who had come to join him, and in whom he had recognized the full incarnation of the Divine Mother also necessary at this crucial evolutive juncture, both knew already separately by direct inner experience the existence of this extra world beyond the ones discovered by Traditional Spirituality, and knew it was precisely in this “Supramental” world, as they called it, that could be found that power they were looking for: “the power that conquers”…

Supreme active Power of the Divine, the last one before the unmanifest Satchitananda,  this Supramental Consciousness-Force, being the power that had actually created this Evolutive Manifestation at its beginning and had been sustaining it all along from afar, was the only one that would be capable of doing what the previously reached spiritual powers had been unable to do:

1/stabilizing and making finally permanent the psychic and spiritual transformations accomplished without it at the mental and vital-emotional level of a human being, and

2/ freeing the physical level from its usual inertia and other limitations, so that the body too could at last undergo the psychic and spiritual transformations, and like the two other outer parts of the being, undergo that final Supramental Transformation as well.

Obviously, such a Supramental Action would help tremendously for the required full transformation of those individuals willing to submit to that whole process in order to be part of the more evolved Humanity to come.

But the entire Terrestrial Life would also benefit tremendously from the advent of this Supramental Era upon Earth: the Supramental, through the Power of Harmony inherent to the total, all-inclusive Truth it manifests, will gradually but irresistibly bring among the various still warring peoples everywhere the needed sense of Unity in Diversity that will make at last a real Peace not only possible, but some day realized.

Because they were foreseeing all that, Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, besides guiding patiently and lovingly those who had come to them as disciples, kept nevertheless as much emphasis as possible at all times on the most important goal: to bring into direct contact with the Earth’s atmosphere and very matter the specific vibration of the Supramental Power, so that this direct contact would activate the same Supramental Power  waiting there dormant since the beginning of the evolutive process on Earth.

In order to accelerate this crucial new step, the Supramental one, in time to avoid the threatening World War III that would have been  even more difficult to win than the two first ones, Sri Aurobindo in 1950 left his physical body and from the other dimensions made sure that the required contact happened soon enough, on February 29th 1956.

On this last 15th of August just past, Anniversary of his Birth, I suddenly remembered the question a disciple had asked him, and Sri Aurobindo’s so illuminating reply:

Was there any special reason why he had been born on that date, August 15th, which in the Catholic religion is celebrated as the Virgin Mary’s Assumption, that is, her being taken into the higher dimensions, together with her very physical body?

Sri Aurobindo replied that there was indeed a deep relation between his birth on that day and that specific celebration, as the Assumption symbolized the future Divinization of Matter itself, and this was the very aim of his own birth in the present so important evolutive times.

Of course, I hasten to add, this has nothing to do with any specific religion, as religions are only our temporary and very limited way of perceiving and understanding spiritual realities based on the actual Oneness of everything there is.

This awakening of the Divine Consciousness right here in Matter is precisely what, by the way, Sri Aurobindo’s symbol represents:

The two triangles upward and downward like in the Solomon Seal, also called Star of David, when in perfect balance form at their inner junction a square, symbol of Matter, with floating on its waters a lotus: the Divine Consciousness  manifesting  Itself at last here in this very realm of Matter, and transforming the physical body into its divinized form to come.

The symbol expresses the exact work Sri Aurobindo had come to do, and sacrificing in the end his own physical life, has indeed done for the Earth.

Eternal ‘Satchitananda’ & the Other Side of the Divine Coin

To anyone even in the West who has studied a little of Indian Spirituality, ‘Satchitananda’ has become probably by now almost as much of a household word as ‘Yoga’ too has become even before.

‘Satchitananda’ is a rather central spiritual word indeed: it is quite simply the description of the Eternal Nature of the Divine, the eternal Divine Way of Being so to say, as composed of three aspects indissolubly one:

  • SAT is eternal and total  Existence or ‘Beingness’, the eternal TRUTH, the eternal Reality: what is truly real, what truly IS;
  • CHIT is that same eternal Reality, but in its aspect of total CONSCIOUSNESS-FORCE;
  • ANANDA is still the very same Reality, but as the total BLISS that characterizes its eternal Beingness: its pure Delight of Being.

So, this is what God/the Divine is, in its Supreme, Absolute, Eternal Way of Being:

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Wow, would you say, this ‘Satchitananda’ is simply stupendous!

True, stupendous indeed. Yet it so happens that this is somehow only one side of the Divine Coin…!

For, as stupendous as this Absolute State of Being may be, still it would limit the Divine to experiencing only that Satchitananda Which It Is eternally!…

But the Divine, besides being and remaining eternally Satchitananda, wants also to be able to become, at will, whatever else S/He/It may wish to become at the same time, out of all the numberless eternal other Possibilities of Being potentially contained in that eternal Satchitananda.

And this is where we and everything else come – literally – into play!

We and everything else are those very Potentialities innumerably and eternally present within the One Divine Being.

So, here is what Sri Aurobindo tells us is happening:

The Delight of Being
What is God after all ? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden.
The End
The meeting of man and God must always mean a penetration and entry of the divine into the human and a self-immergence of man in the Divinity.
But that immergence is not in the nature of an annihilation. Extinction is not the fulfilment of all this search and passion, suffering and rapture. The game would never have been begun if that were to be its ending.
Delight is the secret. Learn of pure delight and thou shalt learn of God.
What then was the commencement of the whole matter ? Existence that multiplied itself for sheer delight of being and plunged into numberless trillions of forms so that it might find itself innumerably.
And what is the middle ? Division that strives towards a multiple unity, ignorance that labours towards a flood of varied light, pain that travails towards the touch of an unimaginable ecstasy. For all these things are dark figures and perverse vibrations.
And what is the end of the whole matter ? As if honey could taste itself and all its drops together and all its drops could taste each other and each the whole honeycomb as itself, so should the end be with God and the soul of man and the universe.

 

Isn’t this wonderful?…This is the other side of the Divine Coin, the other aspect of Divine Nature, in which the Divine can be and experience as well all the possible other ways of Being that may exist beside that absolute and eternal Satchitananda.

Now we know why we find ourselves here, exploring and experiencing Life on this Plane of Physical Matter, and slowly changing this Life into the Divine Life it can become, and is meant to become, here too. Now we know why we may find ourselves going through yet  again another version of the same Adventure later on, on some other Earth, just as we have done it already, like Sri Aurobindo was saying in the text quoted in my previous post, ‘a million times before’ on yet other earths  elsewhere…

And because the eternal Satchitananda deep in each of us is the secret but constant reminder of what we truly are, it is also what must grow again more and more within us right here…  In that mantra from Sri Aurobindo that recently (see my older post, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/in-the-night-as-in-the-day/) I was so delighted and grateful to find again, this is exactly why the ending says, speaking of the inner feeling of the Divine Reality:

Let is sustain and make grow in me the Truth, the Consciousness and the Bliss, constantly and at all times.

Yes, you have recognized it: here is again Satchitananda, our own Absolute Divine Nature, in the three aspects of It described above: they must grow again to their full power within us to slowly transform us back into our fully conscious Divine Selves, including divine conscious bodies, right here upon this Earth.

The two sides of the eternal Divine Coin, enjoyed consciously together in all our Beings…

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