TINARIWEN: the Dromedary’s Dance

Well, it is coming back in full force into my corporeal and cellular life, this ‘TINARIWEN’ Band that takes its name from the Ténéré Desert, in the Sahara region.

I had discovered its existence during last September already, when my own unexpected songs for Africa had started pouring into my consciousness. And I had spent an entire afternoon listening to their creations with their sober but irresistible rhythms, immersed as I was in that Touareg inner world which reflects so magnificently the outer world where their nomadic life happens since so many centuries and millennia: the sand dunes of the desert, with for faithful and tireless companions their haughty dromedaries.

 

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One song particularly had moved me to tears: the one that described the gradual disappearance of their freedom and of their survival in the Ténéré, their Ténéré, since the discovery, underground, of potential big profit in the form of petrol and such. Their people, so ancient, the first one in that vast region, finds itself nowadays supposedly belonging to the diverse political countries presently existing, that are reluctantly sharing this vast desert land now ardently coveted.

It is a whole way of life existing in freedom since millennia, that is being destroyed, a whole climatic environment which is invaded, shaken and poisoned by the dreadful pollution coming in with the Big Companies: as always, in their blind avidity, they invade the country without any love or respect for it.

It was through a very beautiful animated little film that this song was illustrated.

I found it again a few days ago, I wont resist the pleasure of introducing you to it, however sad it is in spite of the traces of humor in the animated film itself:

 

This superb, unique Dromedary, itself a living symbol of the Desert, carries on its back all the other symbols of the Touareg daily life… including now those guitars and other modern technical means that, together with the sincere and fervent inspiration of the Band for their country, are the special characteristics explaining the ever-growing worldwide success of this ‘TINARIWEN’ Band for already many years.

As for the invisible driver of the Dromedary, the Desert Man in person, he appears only later, as the fierce and courageous warrior that the Touareg indeed are. With all his strength, standing up high in the sky, he tries to save his people, his culture, his life – but in vain: the fight is too disproportionate, against the monstrous forces that come forward to engulf everything.

How long will the Dromedary still be able to resist, in this hell created by mad men?…

All along the animated film, what is wonderful to see, to contemplate, is to which incredible extent this Dromedary is perfectly integrated into this space, with the eternal, untiring slowness of its pace in the sand, the quiet eternity with which it gazes at everything, and the boat-like movement of its imperturbable progress forward, which  gives to its passenger the feeling that a dromedary is truly ‘the ship of the desert’, swinging, and you along with it, to the right, and to the left, and then to the right again, but with such a peaceful regularity that it brings you soon to the very same inner peace within you… unless of course it’s a race among the humans, and then the dromedaries give the full measure of the speed and power that are also theirs. But what I am speaking of now is their pace in normal circumstances…

And this is what I call the Dromedary’s Dance:

Filled with this unbelievable peace which seems to savor each moment and each step swinging to the right, then to the left, it is a kind of sovereignty that emanates from this tall and haughty creature of the Desert. It is this rhythm that this specific song itself reproduces, and although I savor also all the others, it is what gives to only this one that particular magic it has upon my body, I realized it when I listened again to it this time:

My body finds in it an all natural and spontaneous expression of this Delight of Being, yes, the Ananda of Satchidananda, as lived in the ample, comfortable movement of this so special animal life, which has become as close to the human being as the horse too has (that I do appreciate too, as per exhilarating gallops in the immense plains of my far memories), but while conferring to the human being a little of its rhythm of inner eternity, from which the body itself gets such a wonderful benefit… and the far memory of it awakened in my own body, and made it dance its eternal Delight of Being, to the round and slow rhythm of this song’s Dromedary.

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TINARIWEN: La Danse du Dromadaire

Voilà qu’en ce moment revient en force dans ma vie corporelle et cellulaire le groupe “Tinariwen”, qui tire son nom du Désert du Ténéré, dans la région du Sahara.

J’avais découvert leur existence dès Septembre dernier, lorsque mes propres chansons inattendues pour l’Afrique avaient commencé à se déverser dans ma conscience. Et j’avais passé une après-midi entière à écouter leurs créations aux rythmes sobres mais irrésistibles, immergée dans tout ce monde intérieur Touareg qui reflète si magnifiquement le monde extérieur où se passe leur vie de nomades depuis tant de siècles et millénaires: les dunes de sable du désert, avec pour fidèles et infatigables compagnons leurs altiers dromadaires.

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Une chanson en particulier m’avait touchée aux larmes: celle qui décrivait la disparition progressive de leur liberté et de leur survie dans ce Ténéré, leur Ténéré, depuis qu’on y avait découvert en sous-sol de potentielles richesses genre pétrole etc. Leur peuple, si ancien, le premier dans cette vaste région, se retrouve de nos jours appartenir en théorie aux divers pays politiques présentement existants, qui se partagent tant bien que mal cette terre désertique mais maintenant convoitée. C’est tout un mode millénaire de vie en liberté qui est détruit, tout un milieu climatique qui est envahi, ébranlé et empoisonné par l’effroyable pollution apportée par les grandes compagnies: comme toujours, dans leur avidité aveugle, elles envahissent le pays sans l’aimer ni le respecter.

C’était à travers un très beau dessin animé que cette chanson était illustrée.

Je l’ai retrouvée ces jours derniers, je ne résiste pas au plaisir de vous la faire connaître, toute triste qu’elle soit malgré l’humour parfois du dessin animé:

 

Ce superbe Dromadaire unique, lui-même symbole vivant du Désert, porte sur son dos tous les autres symboles quotidiens de la culture des Touareg,… y compris maintenant ces guitares et autres moyens techniques musicaux modernes qui, en même temps que leur inspiration sincère et fervente pour leur pays, font  l’originalité de ce groupe “Tinariwen” et expliquent le succès mondial toujours croissant qu’il connaît depuis des années déjà.

Quant au conducteur invisible du Dromadaire, l’Homme du Désert en personne, il n’apparaît que plus tard, en guerrier fier et courageux comme le sont en vérité les Touareg. De toutes ses forces, dressé dans le ciel, il essaye de sauver son peuple, sa culture, sa vie – mais en vain: la lutte est trop disproportionnée, contre les forces monstrueuses qui s’avancent pour tout engloutir.

Combien de temps le Dromadaire pourra-t-il encore tenir dans cet enfer créé par des hommes déments?…

Tout au long du dessin animé, ce qui est merveilleux à voir, à contempler, c’est à quel point ce Dromadaire s’intègre parfaitement dans cet espace, avec l’éternelle lenteur inlassable de son pas dans le sable, le regard d’éternité tranquille qu’il pose sur tout, et le mouvement chaloupé de son imperturbable avancée, qui communique à son passager ce sentiment que le dromadaire est “le vaisseau du désert”, vous portant de droite, puis de gauche, puis encore de droite, mais avec une telle régularité paisible qu’elle vous amène insensiblement à la même paix intérieure… sauf bien sûr losqu’il s’agit d’une course entre les humains, et alors les dromadaires donnent toute la mesure de la vitesse et de la puissance qui sont aussi les leurs. Mais ici je parle de leur allure en temps normal…

Et c’est cela que j’appelle la Danse du Dromadaire:

Pleine de cette incroyable paix qui semble savourer chaque moment et chaque pas de droite puis de gauche, c’est une sorte de souveraineté qui se dégage de cette haute et altière créature du désert. C’est ce rythme-là que reproduit cette chanson précise elle-même, et bien que je me régale aussi de toutes les autres, c’est ce qui confère à celle-là seulement cette magie particulière qu’elle a sur mon corps, je m’en suis rendu compte en la réécoutant:

Il y trouve une expression toute naturelle et spontanée de ce Délice d”ëtre, oui, l’Ananda de Satchitananda, tel que vécu dans l’ample mouvement confortable de cette vie animale si spéciale, devenue aussi proche de l’être humain que l’est également devenu le cheval (que j’apprécie lui aussi, certes, de par les galopades immenses dans d’autres mémoires lointaines) mais en conférant à l’être humain un peu de son rythme d’éternité intérieure, dont notre corps lui-même bénéficie merveilleusement… et le souvenir lointain de cela s’est réveillé dans mon propre corps, et l’a fait danser son éternel Délice d’être, au rythme rond et lent du Dromadaire de cette chanson.

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

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

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

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

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

A major mistake actually:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erreur majeure en fait:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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!…

 

 

 

 

How My Inner Family Got Suddenly Extended Beyond Time and Space

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

Introducing my own Inner Family

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Image 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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