Lettre à un ami plus jeune, pour sa Fête

Cher toi,

bien que nos choix respectifs de vie nous aient séparés physiquement depuis longtemps, nous avons plaisir à communiquer parfois sur Facebook et son Messenger, surtout au moment de nos anniversaires à l’un et à l’autre.

Aujourd’hui c’est le tien. Mais comme ce que je vais te dire sera valable et, qui sait, intéressant, aussi pour d’autres, aujourd’hui je te l’écris à travers ce nouvel article à mettre sur mon Blog de Recherche, que tu connais un peu, sans pour autant le lire régulièrement.

Grâce à nos petits échanges sur Messenger, j’ai appris il y a déjà un an que tu te posais en fait des questions sur la Vie, du point de vue métaphysique mais avec aussi une exigence scientifique. Tu m’as même envoyé le lien vers le séminaire audio conçu et présenté par Stephen XXX, qui semble t’avoir plu.

Il se trouve que j’ai moi aussi depuis toujours la même approche à la fois spirituelle et scientifique. Ne vivant pas ici à Auroville, tu ne peux pas te rendre compte de ce en quoi mon travail ici – très officiel depuis 1984, mais déjà aussi ma passion et ma raison de vivre depuis 1971 – ,consiste véritablement. En vérité, le “Laboratoire de l’Évolution” en question existe principalement “in vivo”, et cela, tout d’abord en moi-même, plus quelques autres personnes, d’Auroville et d’ailleurs, qui font un travail similaire et ont choisi de le faire en collaboration avec moi, car elles me considèrent comme à la pointe de la recherche dans ce domaine de l’Évolution Consciente non seulement à Auroville mais dans le reste du monde aussi. Je sais bien, on a toujours l’air de se vanter, mais enfin il faut tout de même que tu le saches, sinon tu continueras toujours à me voir comme la personne “ordinaire” que tu as connue autrefois, au lieu de la “spécialiste” que de manière bien inattendue je suis devenue dans ce domaine, y compris la Conscience Cellulaire, avec sa partie la plus avancée: le Yoga des Cellules.

Je t’explique tout cela parce que ce sont justement mes cellules, en pleine évolution spirituelle depuis 1978, qui ce matin au réveil ont écrit pour toi le petit poème suivant:

Nous les cellules, nous apprenons

Comment rester jeunes à jamais

Et devenir, d’un corps-prison,

Corps de Délice, vivant Palais

Pour l’Esprit, pleinement conscient

En Soi, et aussi en ce corps

Explorant l’Éternel Présent,

Mais devenu Délice d’Or…

Tout EST, dans ce Spacieux Présent,

Tout EST d’avance – en Potentiel,

Pour que nous, en le choisissant,

À chaque instant rendions RÉEL

Le chemin, tracé par nos choix,

D’une aventure (ou promenade!)

Vécue à la manière d’un Roi,

D’un esclave, ou d’une Ménade,

Selon ce qu’il nous plaît de vivre

En notre exploration joyeuse

De tout l’Infini des Possibles:

Tout attire nos Âmes rieuses!

Jusqu’à ce qu’elles aient eu leur content

De vies de Malheur et Douleur,

Pour, ayant goûté ce Piment,

Mieux savourer la Vie Bonheur…

Ce corps en tous cas a sa dose

De tout ce Piment trop brûlant

Trop présent en bien trop de choses.

Mais ce n’est pas en s’en allant

Qu’il veut résoudre ce problème:

Délice d’Or il deviendra!

Alors l’Abbaye de Thélème

Sera vraie: “Fais ce que voudras”…

Car la Matière sera Reine

Autant que l’Esprit sera Roi,

La Vie ici sera sereine

Et la Terre, un autre “Chez moi”

Pour nos esprits explorateurs

Aux corps enfin invulnérables

Et donc eux aussi amateurs

De la Vie Vraie, impérissable…

Évoluer rend cela possible:

La Vraie Victoire, bien matérielle!

Qui de vous la prendra pour Cible

Et ainsi la rendra RÉELLE?

Voilà donc ce qu’elles m’ont dicté à ton intention ce matin, pour t’aider (je suppose) à comprendre un peu mieux la Vie, et nous-mêmes, y compris nos corps et leurs cellules. en ce grand tournant évolutif terrestre que nos vivons en ce moment.

J’espère que tu apprécieras leur petit cadeau. Elles m’étonnent constamment par leur simplicité, leur sagesse, et aussi leur courage. Leur vie en ce corps a tout à fait changé depuis qu’elles ont découvert avec émerveillement le Divin et sa Lumière d’Amour. Elles me font tout à fait penser aux Hobbits!!!

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Et on s’aime tant réciproquement… C’est une pure grâce de se connaître!

Alors BONNE FÊTE, donc, avec tous mes meilleurs voeux à moi aussi, pour toi et tes propres cellules!…

De tout coeur,

Bhaga

 

 

 

 

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17.11.17: Gratitude de mes Cellules pour les Cellules du Corps de Mère

(Traduction de l’article en anglais précédent)

Depuis l’Anniversaire d’Auroville cette année (le 28 février 2017) la conscience de mes cellules  a franchi un important pas de plus, affirmant sa propre indépendance à l’égard des parties mentale et vitale en moi, qui avaient pour habitude d’utiliser constamment le corps pour ce qui les intéressait elles – une habitude existant depuis toujours en chacun de nous êtres humains, et que l’on ne remarque même pas tellement elle semble “normale”.

Mais maintenant que le Pas Nouveau dans l’évolution terrestre s’est produit, les choses sont en train de changer: dans le corps de Mère, pour commencer, un moment est venu où les cellules n’ont plus accepté cette ancienne manière de s’y prendre, qui n’est en réalité qu’un esclavage du corps à ces deux autres parties extérieures de notre être, le Mental et le Vital.

Lorsque le corps dans son ensemble en vient au point où la seule chose qu’il veut vraiment est de servir uniquement le Divin, ressenti et obéi directement grâce à l’influence aimante de notre Ëtre Psychique individuel, dans notre Centre du Coeur, alors cette révolte contre ses précédents maîtres indignes devient inéluctable. Je ne m’attendais pas cependant à ce qu’elle se produise aussi tôt dans mon propre corps, si bien que je ne pensais même pas du tout à cette possibilité, mais une fois de plus, comme pour les précédents grands pas accomplis par ma conscience cellulaire, celui-ci m’a totalement prise par surprise.

Depuis lors, ce changement radical a transformé à nouveau toute ma vie, ce jour-ci lui-même apportant dès le matin tôt une intention nouvelle dans mon corps, de vouloir célébrer ce Jour de Darshan spécial d’une manière bien à lui: honorer spécifiquement ces cellules héroïques du corps de Mère qui avaient remporté toutes les victoires nécessaires, rendant ainsi possible maintenant pour ces cellules du mien d’avoir l’expérience de cette incroyable évolution dont jour après jour elles ont eu l’expérience de manière toujours grandissante depuis que la “contagion” de l’éveil a été semée en elles lorsqu’enfin elles ont vu le corps de Mère, debout en total émerveillement devant lui qui était supposé être mort.

Alors mes cellules ce matin, pendant ma méditation habituelle (à laquelle de toutes façons elles se joignent d’une manière ou d’une autre), m’ont déclaré intérieurement qu’elles avaient quelque chose à dire par écrit, parce que c’était important; cela se révéla être un “Manifeste des Corps”, que je cite ici dans l’original français qu’elles écrivirent ensuite dans mon cahier-journal:

MANIFESTE  DES  CORPS

“Il est venu, le Temps des Corps

Qui ne veulent plus souffrir encore,

Et qui refusent leur accord

À des scripts de douleur et mort.

Ils veulent la Loi du Non-Effort

(Qui est la Vraie Loi), et leur essor

Loin de tous ces si mauvais sorts,

Retrouvant le Délice d’Or

De la Vérité Vraie des Corps.”

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Wouah. Quelle remarquable Déclaration en effet, et exprimée de surcroît avec quelle force ! Ce que j’ai cité ci-dessus n’en est que la première partie, qui fut écrite séparément comme formant un tout, mais fut suivie à peine quelques instants plus tard par une seconde partie, adressée celle-là directement au Suprême, à travers la magnifique image (de grande taille) de Lui/Elle que nous toutes aimons tant, mes cellules et moi, et gardons près du lit où nous dormons, de façon à nous endormir la nuit et nous éveiller au matin sur cette si inspirante Vision.

Comme cette seconde partie était plus intimiste et moins valable pour tous les corps,  je m’arrêterai là dans ce témoignage dont j’espère qu’il illustrera suffisamment les étonnants progrès devenant maintenant possibles pour la conscience de nos cellules … grâce à celles de Mère, ne l’oublions jamais!…

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17.11.17: Gratitude to Mother’s body-cells from my body-cells

Since Auoville’s Birthday this year (Feb, 28th, 2017) the consciousness of my cells has undergone a very important new step,  asserting its own independence from the mental and the vital parts of me that were in the habit of constantly using the body for their own purposes – a habit which has been going on since ever within us human beings, and that is not even noticed any more in our consciousness, so ‘normal’ it seems to be.

But now that the present New Step in terrestrial evolution has begun, things are rapidly changing: in Mother’s body to start with, a time came indeed in the cells when they didn’t accept anymore this old way that is actually a slavery of the body to those two other outer parts of the being, the Mental and the Vital,

When the body as a whole has come to the point where all it really wants is to serve the Divine only, felt and obeyed directly thanks to the loving influence from our individual Psychic Being right in our Heart Centre, then this rebellion against its previous unworthy masters is bound to happen. I didn’t expect it to happen so soon though, with my own body, so I wasn’t even thinking of such a possibility at all, but once again like the previous big steps taken by my cellular consciousness, this new one too took me completely by surprise.

Since then this drastic change has transformed my life all over again, today itself bringing from its early morning a new attitude in my body, of wanting to celebrate this special Darshan Day in its own way: honoring specifically those heroic cells in Mother’s body that won all the needed victories, making it possible now for these cells of mine to experience the incredible evolution they have been experiencing day after day in ever increasing ways since  the “contagion” of the awakening was sown in them when they saw at last Mother’s body, while standing in total awe in front of it when it was said to have died.

So my cells  this morning, during my usual meditation (to which they since long associate themselves anyway to one extent or the other) declared inwardly to me that they had to say something in writing, as it was important: it turned out to be a ‘Manifesto of the Bodies.” I’ll quote it first in the French original they proceeded to write on my Diary Notebook:

MANIFESTE  DES  CORPS

“Il est venu, le Temps des Corps

Qui ne veulent plus souffrir encore,

Et qui refusent leur accord

À des scripts de douleur et mort.

Ils veulent la Loi du Non-Effort

(Qui est la Vraie Loi), et leur essor

Loin de tous ces si mauvais sorts,

Retrouvant le Délice d’Or

De la Vérité Vraie des Corps.”

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There. Quite a Declaration indeed, and a strongly worded one at that. The above is only the first part of it, which was written separately as a whole, but was followed only moments later by more, addressed this time directly to the Supreme, through the big size magnificent representation of Him/Her that we all love, my cells and myself, and have next to the bed where we sleep, so that we fall asleep at night and awaken in the morning with that so inspiring Vision.

I’ll leave out that part that came next, and translate only the main text they wrote first:

MANIFESTO  OF  THE  BODIES

It has come, the Time of Bodies

That just wont suffer anymore

And just refuse their agreement

To scripts of suffering and death.

They want the Law of Non-Effort

(Which is the True Law), their soaring

Far above all so-called bad lucks,

Finding back the Golden Delight

That is the True Truth of Bodies.”

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rherhsh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Balancing in Ourselves the Masculine and the Feminine that are One

Almost everybody on Earth has by now come to know of the YIN-YANG symbol from the ancient Chinese Wisdom:

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It is the symbolic representation of all the polarities our mind is perceiving everywhere – including in our own life, where it is powerfully exemplified to start with by the polarity between the two opposite genders our physical body has to belong to: the Masculine or the Feminine – and in our human experience the Masculine has been having the upper hand over the Feminine for such a long time that it seems pretty much like for ever.

This present situation of course strongly encourages our mind to envisage everything as constituted in the same way of pairs of contraries that, extremely contrasted as they are by the Mind’s tendency to do so, seem bound to oppose each other in an endless struggle to win over the other, hence our impression that this Duality is an absolute and eternal Fact of Life.

But the very symbol of the YIN-YANG polarity shows without any doubt something quite different, if only we really look at it carefully.

Far from an actual Duality, what is shown is a Oneness: the Mystery of Mysteries that is called the Tao – another word for the Divine Reality. In this symbol, even those two universal Principles called the Yin and the Yang never stand each one on their own, in isolation: it is always the YIN and the YANG together, for each of them always contains the other one, even if only in the most minimal proportion. They cannot exist without each other, for it is only in relation to each other that they exist at all. And that relation between the two is never static, it constantly balances itself out in an instability and constant newness that is Life itself: constant change.

What a far cry from this sense of wholeness and balance is our present mental perception of the Polarities as two principles trying to win over each other for absolute supremacy and eternal dominance of the other!… Our society, and within it the education that, from birth on, our families give to all of us, deeply inculcates in each of us the sense of a gender-based identity that will pervade our entire life in all its aspects, if we want to conform to the expectations, first from our parents and then from the other humans beings around us, of a gender-based ‘proper’ behavior. Boys become afraid to show any trait attributed usually to girls, and of course girls, afraid to show any trait supposedly boyish. We all end up living in a gender-based prison, which we accept all the more easily because we have come to believe this all reflects the true reality of our being, and of Reality in general.

We are totally missing the point that the ancient symbol, in its deep Wisdom, was meant to awaken us to.

But things are changing.

The current spiritual awakening that touches more and more people all over the planet in this new evolutive step brings up with it an increasing awareness in many that our present lifetime is not the only one we have experienced. In some of those other lifetimes some of us start even remembering to some extent, we were of the opposite gender, This is only  to be expected, for the spirit in each of us carries in itself both the Masculine and the Feminine principles together, and needs to feel free to express the qualities of both as required by the circumstances, or just its own inner choice.

This is why there is since about fifty years such an increase in the number of human beings who find in themselves a tendency to be gay or lesbian, or to change the sex they were born with, because their inner sense of identity doesn’t accept any more to be restricted to the gender-based rules of behavior and dress imposed on them by their society – often with the heaviness of human laws and cruel punishments added to the original scriptures of their religion.

But Evolution is a divine Law of Growth that no human power can stop, and even the most cruel repression cannot compel for ever people to act against what they truly feel. Part of that irresistible growth is the re-unification in each of us of the Masculine and the Feminine, and the free expression of both kinds of qualities in any proportion each of us may feel appropriate at any given moment. It is already begun, and soon no one but the most archaic consciousnesses will be shocked, for it is a new ‘normality’ that is being created in our midst by the Evolutive Force, which will transform our societies into the places of inner freedom that they must become if they want to survive in Humanity’s truer Future.

Well, I am glad that in my own individual being the very same process of re-unification of the Masculine and the Feminine, already there of course at the soul level, Image 1 symbolized by the Unicorn,

and started since long at the mental level, Image 2

has now taken a major step forward at the emotional and vital level too:

Quite obviously, as represented especially through those two last notebook covers I presented in recent posts, the Feminine Image as well as the Masculine Image 3 were both much too extreme, and so, both inappropriate if allowed to act separately; but through the joining of the two that has spontaneously just happened, the qualities of both together have suddenly begun manifesting themselves in a most satisfactory way since the melding of the two, giving me the needed balance between the two, a living, variable balance that I can modify constantly as the situation requires… or as my own inner sense of divinely inspired Freedom happens to prefer at that moment!…

What a divinely simple Transformative Process that lets no quality ever acquired in our other lifetimes go wasted in this one: if our longing for a certain quality is strong and persistent enough, and if we remain open, trusting that we can change, the transfer and the melding do happen, and changed we are indeed!…

 

 

 

 

Notre Maman Divine et nous, Ses enfants

Avec mes remerciements à l’ami américain qui l’a cité récemment dans un message à moi adressé, ce passage du poème épique de Sri Aurobindo «Savitri», livre 3, chant 2:

«De l’Inconnu, c’est Elle le cœur lumineux ,
Une puissance de silence dans les profondeurs de Dieu;
Elle est la Force, la Parole inévitable,
L’aimant de notre difficile ascension,
Le Soleil d’où nous allumons tous nos soleils,
La Lumière qui se penche depuis les Vastitudes non encore réalisées,
La joie qui nous fait signe depuis l’impossible,
Le pouvoir de tout ce qui jamais
encore n’est descendu.
Toute la Nature l’appelle à sa manière muette
Pour guérir de Ses pieds la lancinante douleur de la vie
Et briser les sceaux obscurs sur l’âme de l’homme
Et allumer Son feu dans le cœur fermé des choses.

Après une si merveilleuse description d’Elle, qui est notre Mère Divine , comment puis-je oser l’appeler simplement et affectueusement «notre Maman divine»?

Parce qu’Elle est aussi cela, pour ces petits enfants d’Elle ici, que nous sommes tous encore, même si certaines de nos expériences ou aussi réalisations spirituelles peuvent nous donner parfois l’illusion que nous sommes déjà hautement évolués !

Tant que, malgré ces grandes expériences intérieures, nous avons toujours un ego presque «normal» (assez chanceux si ce n’est pas tout à fait un ego spirituel, le pire de tous …! 😀) nous ne sommes que de petits enfants dans Son grand Jardin d’Enfants qu’est la Terre, elle-même devant rester encore à la fois une aire de jeux et un champ de bataille tant que ce sens de la séparation que l’Ego donne, continue toujours dans notre moi extérieur.

Alors, n’étant encore qu’une grande masse d’enfants faisant plein de bêtises ici, dans ces corps humains tels qu’ils sont actuellement, nous avons souvent besoin de Son aide, car tous les enfants ont besoin de l’aide de leur chère Maman, toujours prête à les aider! C’est-à-dire, lorsque leur Maman humaine est une aussi bonne Maman qu’elle doit l’être pour que’dans la gaieté du jeu et en toute sécurité, sans entrave et sans torsion, ils se développent en de bons et heureux adultes humains …

Il y a quelques jours, en visitant la page Facebook d’une amie chère de France pour son anniversaire, j’ai trouvé cette jolie petite vidéo, dont je souhaite partager le lien avec vous ici aujourd’hui, car il décrit très bien comment une bonne, vraiment aimante mère humaine (et aussi, pourquoi pas, un père) se comporte avec ses enfants:

 

 

‘9 choses que vous devriez dire chaque jour à vos enfants’:

 Ci-dessous,  voici le texte des 9 légendes correspondantes pour chacun des dessins qui les illustrent:

1 / ‘Je t’aime’ – Dites-le plus souvent possible.

2 / ‘J’adore quand tu …’ – Exprimez votre l’appréciation pour les aspects positifs de leur comportement.

3 / ‘Tu me rends heureux’ – Ils se sentiront appréciés à leur véritable valeur.

4 / ‘Je suis fier de toi’ – Ils doivent savoir qu’ils font un bon travail, même s’il est difficile.

5 / ‘Tu es spécial’ – Aidez-les à comprendre que leur personnalité unique est une force.

6 / ‘Je te fais confiance’ – Cela fera d’eux des adultes honnêtes.

7 / ‘Je crois en toi’ – Cela les aidera à croire en eux-mêmes.

8 / ‘Je sais que tu peux le faire’ – Encouragez-les à ne pas abandonner trop facilement.

9 / ‘Je suis reconnaissante de t’avoir’ – cela ensoleillera leur journée! …

Je pense que nous devrions tous être reconnaissants envers mon amie pour cette vidéo, car ces légendes sont tout à fait importantes à retenir: elles expriment à leur manière non seulement ce qu’un bon parent humain dirait, mais en même temps ce que notre Maman Divine aussi nous dit à nous tous, silencieusement, tout le temps … que nous entendrions bien, si seulement nous apprenions à l’écouter dans cet espace intérieur d’Amour en nous, où elle peut être entendue lorsque nous sommes silencieux, tout comme la caresse calme et douce d’une brise peut se sentir quand tout se tait …

Même si vous ne parvenez pas au début à entendre Sa voix ou à comprendre Ses paroles, vous sentirez toujours le calme, la douceur, et vous ressentirez le bonheur profond que seule la caresse aimante de notre Maman Divine peut donner à l’enfant que chacun de nous est toujours, tout au fond …

Et ne vous inquiétez pas si vous n’êtes peut-être pas un aussi bon enfant d’Elle que vous voudriez l’être: Elle, si personne d’autre, vous connait et vous comprend parfaitement … même mieux que vous ne le faites vous-même, car vous êtes depuis toujours et pour toujours une partie de son Être infini, et cela apporte une intimité, une proximité totale que vous ne croiriez jamais être même possible …,

Donc, faites-Lui confiance entièrement, car vous le pouvez: dans Ses bras de Lumière et de Tendresse, vous êtes toujours en sécurité, même pendant votre Aventure sur Terre dans ce corps humain; car même ici, c’est en réalité dans Ses bras que vous restez secrètement tout le temps …! Vous êtes libre, bien sûr, libre même de L’oublier – mais à vos risques et périls, car c’est votre Aventure, alors vous devez être libre de la vivre selon vos propres termes, tout dépend de vous, même les dangers que dans votre script avant  de naître vous avez prévu que vous vouliez afronter. Et pourtant, juste se rappeler d’Elle, L’appeler, intérieurement ou extérieurement, vous sauvera quand rien d’autre ne le pourrait … si c’est ce que Sa Sagesse aimante considère comme le meilleur moyen de vous aider dans votre effort de croissance … Si jamais votre corps n’est pas sauvé, au moins vous saurez que ce fut de toutes façons le mieux qui pouvait vous arriver, car la mort du corps n’est jamais la fin de notre Être éternel: une autre aventure, une croissance accrue nous attendent encore et encore , chaque fois que nous le voudrons, et ceci, un jour, dans des corps physiques rendus immortels, au cours de notre exploration éternelle de nos possibilités illimitées dans Ses univers sans fin: car Elle est un Être Infini de Sagesse, Pouvoir, Harmonie et Perfection, et nous sommes les enfants de cet Infini.

Our Divine Mamma, and Us, Her Kids

With my thanks to the American friend who quoted it recently in a message to me, this passage from Sri Aurobindo’s epic poem ‘Savitri’, book 3, canto 2 :

‘The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God;
She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The joy that beckons from the impossible,
The Might of all that never yet came down.
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.’

After such a wonderful description of She who is our Divine Mother, how dare I call Her simply and affectionately ‘our Divine Mamma’?!?

Because She is that, too, for those little children of Hers here, that we all still are, however greatly evolved some of our spiritual experiences or even realizations may give us sometimes the illusion that we already are…!

As long as, in spite of those great inner experiences, we are still having also an almost ‘normal’ ego (lucky enough if it is not altogether a spiritual ego, the worst kind of them all…!  😀  ) we are but small kids in her great Earth Kindergarten, itself  bound to be still both a Playground and a Battlefield as long as this Sense of Separateness that the Ego gives, still lingers in our outer selves.

So, being as yet just a big bunch of kids fooling around down here in these human bodies as they are at present, we often badly need Her help – as any kids do need the help of their dear, always helpful Mamma! That is, when their human Mamma is as good as they need her to be for them to grow playfully and safely, unhindered and untwisted, into good and happy human ‘adults’…

Just a few days ago, visiting the Facebook Page of a dear friend from France for her birthday, I came across this great little video, the link to which I want to share with you here today, because it describes beautifully how a good, truly loving human mother (and also, why not, a father) behaves with her/his kids:

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‘9 Things You Should Say Every Day to Your Kids’:

A little challenge (ha!…) for those among my English-speaking visitors who may enjoy it:

If you like, watch first the short video on YouTube, thanks to the link above, and then only you can if necessary look down below at the translation of the 9 corresponding captions for each of the drawings that illustrate them!  🙂

SPOILER ALERT… Here are the translations:

1/ ‘I love you’ – Say it as often as possible.

2/ ‘I love it when you…’ – Express appreciation for the positive aspects of their behavior.

3/ ‘You make me happy’ –  They will feel appreciated to their true worth.

4/ ‘I am proud of you’ – They need to know that they are doing a good job, even when it is a difficult one.

5/ ‘You are special’ – Help them understand that their unique personality is a strength.

6/ ‘I trust you’ – That will make of them honest adults.

7/ ‘I believe in you’ – That will help them to believe in themselves.

8/ ‘I know you can do it’ – Encourage them not to abandon too easily.

9/ ‘I am grateful for having you’ – that will make their day!…

I think we should all be thankful to my friend for this video, as those captions are all-important to remember: they express in their own way not only what a good human parent would say, but at the same time what our Divine Mamma too is saying to us all, silently, all the time… which we would start hearing all right if only we would learn to listen to Her in that Inner Space of Love inside us, where She can be heard when we are quiet, just like the calm and sweet caress of a breeze can be felt when all falls silent…

Even if you don’t manage at first to hear Her voice or understand Her words to you, still you will feel the calmness, the sweetness, and you will feel the deep happiness that only our Divine Mamma’s loving caress can give to the kid each of us still is, deep within…

And don’t worry if you are perhaps not yet as good a child of Hers as you would like to be: She, if no one else, knows and understands you perfectly… even better than you yourself do, for you have ever been and still are for ever a part of Her own infinite Being, and that brings an intimacy, a total closeness you would never believe is even possible…,

So, trust Her entirely, for you can: in Her arms of Light and Tenderness you are for ever safe, even during your Adventure on Earth in that human body; for even here, it is really in Her arms that you secretly remain all the time…! You are free of course, free even to forget about Her – but at your own risk, for this is your Adventure, so you must be free to live it on your own terms, everything is up to you, even the dangers that in your script before you wanted to face. And yet, just to remember Her, to call Her, inwardly or outwardly, will save you when nothing else could… if this is what Her loving Wisdom sees as the best way for helping you in your endeavor to grow… If ever your body is not saved, at least you will know that it was still the very best that could happen to you, for the death of the body is never the end for our eternal Being: further adventure and further growth await us for ever and ever more, whenever we like, and some day in physical bodies made also immortal, in our eternal exploration of our limitless possibilities in Her endless Universes: for She is an Infinite Being of Wisdom, Power, Harmony and Perfection, and we are the Children of that Infinite.

 

 

 

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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