THE MIND OF THE CELLS. An Inner Voyage Diary by "Mother"

[dan33]

THE MIND OF THE CELLS is a "rare" book .If it would be a movie, i will say it's a masterpiece.
It is "The Mother's" Diary, the counterpart of Aurobindo.


Due to my weak English i will not be able to answer (if any) all the questions or responses. This is a thread to make known this book.

Every time i read it, i read like poetry, because mother is a poetess.

i can't hardly understand all her "information" but I think that should be felt not thought.

MOTHER talks about the "Matrix" on the 50's. The Inner Adventure. An athlete of the deconstruction of the Body-Matrix.

So... enjoy the reading and her inner ride.

Saludos, Daniel!

http://sri-aurobindo.in/workings/satprem/mind_of_cells_e.htm




http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirra_Alfassa

[dan33]

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[markpierre]

Thanks Daniel, this is 'the' classic awakening story.
When people all around you claim to be awake, it's good to recognize that awakening has levels that at a certain point no human consciousness will willingly go.
You have to learn to listen to yourSelf, of what you can't understand and you don't want to know. Information is helpful, but understanding is crucial. That only comes from passing through.
No one unplugs the connection to what they perceive as their lifeblood. Thankfully even the cells of your body are in on a plan that conceptual mind will never comprehend.

I'd hate to see her story as a movie. How partial and distant and removed that would be. People would be satisfied with it.

[dan33]

This is an excerpt of the book.

The New Principle of Centralisation

This first particle living at the frontier of inanimate matter, some four billion years ago, yet without memory except for the one that linked it through its atoms to the first hydrogen cloud: vibrated, quivered and spread to absorb and to grow, as does the nucleus to absorb its electrons, as do the galaxies to carry along other galaxies, and the sun other planets, already in search of its universal totality, as if nothing could be without being everything, as if there were a great total memory deep down: hunger or love. A whirling of being upon itself so as to encompass more and more being and space, and to fill a first unity dissolved in an explosion of joy and love, or of whatever we can put into equations but never into our pockets. An infinitesimal movement which gradually created its own laws through its habits and through the conditions of its milieu, a first memory so as to live and repeat a fruitful or useful habit: a first habitual winding around that was soon to form a trembling and mortal cocoon, from where it would have to emerge to die and to grow still more. That was the first web: a coagulated habit. The same one Mother was to encounter, but infinitely complicated and solidified by human mental habit. In short, at the “end” of evolution, the question was to know whether one can get out of the cocoon without dying and rejoin this universal totality imprinted in our atoms without losing the small individual laboriously formed through billions of years of pain: to be at once the point and the totality. Now, this habitual human coagulation which we call the physical mind was “so intimately linked to the amalgam of the physical body and its present form,” said Mother, “that when I tried to get rid of it, it caused fainting.” You are spread out into the cosmos. A new principle of coagulation or centralisation had therefore to be found, which was no longer the mechanical repetition of human habit: when habit is undone, man is undone. Such is the mortal cocoon of all the species: the web. Mother had clearly seen the problem:
69.1712 Death is the decentralisation of the consciousness contained in the body's cells. The cells composing the body are given form by a centralisation of the consciousness which is in them, and as long as that power of concentration is there, the body cannot die. It's only when the power of concentration disappears that the cells are dispersed. Then the body dies. The very first step toward immortality is therefore to replace the mechanical centralisation by a willed centralisation.

Because the intellectual mental, the emotional, the sensory wills cease to exist — all the old habits have been cast off while crossing through the layers — thus there has to be a cellular will ... but a cellular will no longer based on the mechanism of habit — which is precisely our mortal cocoon. Then what will it be based on?
In the course of the “cellular apprenticeship,” the cells had gradually and painfully learned that a “drop of that” can heal everything; they had learned to call “that,” as the nucleus, perhaps, “learns” to snatch its electron. But a cell is very mechanical, even in its primary will: it needs to repeat and repeat — and it does repeat immemorially all the stupidities of the human species (after many others). Another sort of mechanism had therefore to be found, a non-imprisoning mechanism that does not weave a new mortal cocoon around the cell, yet gives it the required cohesion or centralisation.
Mother found a means. A simple means, so simple that it is within everyone's grasp — with Mother, it is always very simple. The means is not new, it is even very ancient, but its application is new. In India it is called a mantra. This is the only “mechanical” means Mother ever used.
Every animate or inanimate thing is endowed with a vibration of its own: a stone, fire, a virus, water, radium, anything. It is the vibration of the habitual force constituting that “object,” its particular frequency or wave-length, like the quasar out there at the edge of the universe. It is the network or the vibratory web which encloses the object and gives it a precise form. Vibration implies sound, even if it is inaudible for us. Now there is a very old science of sounds in India, a science of the entire vibratory range from the most material object to the highest state of consciousness (for a state of consciousness also has a vibration, as does anger or joy or the fragrance of a plant or anything: every possible state has its own particular vibration or sound). Thus this science, generally quite misused, can by emitting the particular “sound” be used to reproduce the object: there is a sound of fire, a sound of water, a sound of anger, a sound of supreme beatitude. And the followers of this science usually turn their knowledge to base and lucrative ends — magical ends — which we need not dwell upon. But there also exists other sounds with the power to evoke states of consciousness (poets know this), and if one can sow anger in someone, one can also sow something else. Love too has a sound — perhaps it is even the sound of the universe. That sound, whatever it may be, is what is called a mantra: a vibration that can reproduce a certain state of consciousness (or, at the other end, a certain state of matter, but that may be the same thing). A mantra is generally composed of one or several Sanskrit syllables.
Thus Mother found her mantra.
Right from the outset of this yoga of the body, she had seen the repetitive power of this cellular substance, and she said to herself that if she could ingrain a certain type of vibration in matter — say, a solar, luminous, expansive vibration like that of love — instead of the usual shrivelled up, sordid, pessimistic, mortal type, then one might have the power to give this substance a new principle of cohesion which would no longer be based on mortal habit but on a divine habit. Instead of winding death, the cell had to wind eternal life. Therefore Mother started repeating a mantra, her mantra, the one that for her evoked supreme love which is supreme life. You begin by repeating the mantra, or the vibration, with your head or your mental memory, and little by little it descends all the degrees of the being: into the heart, into sensations, into movements, and right down to the memory of the body. Once it is fixed in the body, it no longer moves: it repeats itself as unvaryingly as “Oh, cancer! Oh, gravitation! Oh, it hurts! Oh ...” — all the little oh's that make up a habitual and mortal body.
60.46 Sound has a power in itself, and by compelling the body to repeat a sound you compel it to receive the vibration at the same time. But words must have a life of their own (I don't mean an intellectual meaning, nothing of the kind, but a vibration). And the effect on the body is extraordinary: it starts vibrating and vibrating and vibrating....

60.209 I saw that the mantra has an organizing effect on the subconscient, on the inconscient, on matter, on the cells of the body, all that — it takes time, but through repetition and persistency, in the long run it has an effect. It has the same effect as doing daily exercises on the piano, for example. You repeat them mechanically and in the end your hands are filled with consciousness — it fills the body with consciousness.

Then you begin to understand what the new principle of centralisation of the cells could be.
63.107 As though you were on the threshold of a tremendous realization which depends on a very small thing.

Mother's mantra had seven syllables:

OM NAMO BHAGAVATE

[dan33]

One of the most powerfull archetypes in Tarot Cards. The Guardian of the Subconscious
http://www.sacred-texts.com/tarot/tcc/img/paar02.jpg

[dan33]

Mother's Natal Chart.

http://starsandstones.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/the-mother.jpg

[Ernie Nemeth]

A preponderance of planets in eleventh and tenth houses. Seems like a strange chart but I'm no astrologer...

Her story is interesting and I will read it all. This "something" that is changing slowly, imperceptably is a sensation I understand. For it comes first as a sensation, only afterwards forming reasons and drawing parallels.

It is the cells. The fact that they work in harmony to give us an almalgamated, comprehensive picture of reality no one of those cells could have predicted nor obtained the same overview on their own is a marvel no one understands. How do trillions of cells organize into a fully amenable, completely controlable organism? And who is this composite creature we call human (man is the correct word but I do not like its patriarchal connotations)? How can a conglomeration of tiny cells give the coordinated illusion of a singular being? There is a secret here no one has yet unravelled...most do not even see the oddity of our situation. The singular being is so completely in control, so fully in command of the collective that if the being dies, so too do the trillions of cells within that being's form. Amazing really, such homage, such obedience, such love. We could learn a thing or two from our own cells.

[humbleone]

What if being made in God's image was a mistranslation? Not a human, but a cell? Food for thought.

[Delight]

THE MIND OF THE CELLS is a "rare" book .If it would be a movie, i will say it's a masterpiece.
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Thanks very much for this as I had no awareness of it. I read it for the first time. I Want to share the last paragraphs as they are wonderful:


Then we draw near the fairy tale.

But a very rational fairy tale, perhaps the supreme rationality of the world.

This piercing through the web is not a vain mirage, it is something that all or many of us have observed, without knowing what it was — children especially. They fall on the flint stones in Fontainebleau without realizing it, without a scratch, as if nothing had happened. And indeed NOTHING has happened. Those moments of what we may call sleepwalking or heroism or any other “ism,” when all of a sudden the air is light and the body dances as if it embraced all the surrounding matter, and the gaze is clear like a flame — and you go through anything: fire, bullets, death, an accident. Nothing can touch you. You are invulnerable. You are triumphant and light. You do not give it a thought, it is simple, so simple, so obvious and without fuss. As if the lungs were filled with sweet air which feels like the springtime of the earth, and so supple, everything is supple, as if it were malleable: you only have to say “I want” and there it is, you are in the miracle. False matter comes undone, you are in the high wind that so lightly blows the worlds along.... We know those moments. The web gives way. Everything is different.

64.253 This has been my experience lately, with a vision and a conviction, the conviction of an experience: the two vibrations [trepidating falsehood and light “truth”] are intermingled all the time, all the time and all the time the one infiltrates the other. Maybe the sense of wonder comes when the quantity that has infiltrated is large enough to be perceptible. But I have an impression — a very acute impression — that this phenomenon is going on all the time, all the time, everywhere in a minuscule way, like an infinitesimal infiltration of truth into falsehood, and that in certain conditions that are visible — it's a sort of luminous swelling, I can't explain — then the mass of infiltration is sufficient to give the impression of a miracle [it was perhaps that, the phenomenon of May '68]. But otherwise, it's something going on all the time, all the time, continuously, in the world.

A substitution of vibration.

The miracle of the earth, taking the place of its falsehood.

What if it happened collectively? What if millions, yes, millions of young voices who have had enough of this old earth of falsehood and its grey columns lining up to get a degree in the old way of dying, if these clear little voices suddenly let their hearts melt, let their chests swell with a light air and cried out, NO, we've had enough!

All these cells, suddenly freed from their hypnotism.

“When? When?” asked the voice of the earth.

55.1210 I think this will happen the moment there is a sufficient number of consciousnesses which feel absolutely that it cannot be otherwise. All that has been, and all that still is, must appear like an absurdity which cannot last — at that moment it can take place, but not before. In spite of everything, there will be a moment when it will happen, there will be a time when the movement will tilt over into a new reality. There was a MOMENT. There was a moment when the mental being was able to manifest on earth. There will come a time when the human consciousness is in the required state for a supramental consciousness to be able to enter this human consciousness and manifest. It does not stretch out like a rubber band, you see: there is a time when it happens — it can be done in a flash.

Everything will drop from our hands: our pens, our laws, our science, our future of men walled up alive. An immense laughter will swell the heart of the world, and there we will be!

Why not now?

Those who are already dead will fall down dead.

An apocalypse, yes, and a smiling one.

Fatal for the dead and light for the ever-living.

A fairy tale in the cells of the earth.

[dan33]

THE MIND OF THE CELLS is a "rare" book .If it would be a movie, i will say it's a masterpiece.
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Thanks very much for this as I had no awareness of it. I read it for the first time. I Want to share the last paragraphs as they are wonderful:


Then we draw near the fairy tale.

But a very rational fairy tale, perhaps the supreme rationality of the world.

This piercing through the web is not a vain mirage, it is something that all or many of us have observed, without knowing what it was — children especially. They fall on the flint stones in Fontainebleau without realizing it, without a scratch, as if nothing had happened. And indeed NOTHING has happened. Those moments of what we may call sleepwalking or heroism or any other “ism,” when all of a sudden the air is light and the body dances as if it embraced all the surrounding matter, and the gaze is clear like a flame — and you go through anything: fire, bullets, death, an accident. Nothing can touch you. You are invulnerable. You are triumphant and light. You do not give it a thought, it is simple, so simple, so obvious and without fuss. As if the lungs were filled with sweet air which feels like the springtime of the earth, and so supple, everything is supple, as if it were malleable: you only have to say “I want” and there it is, you are in the miracle. False matter comes undone, you are in the high wind that so lightly blows the worlds along.... We know those moments. The web gives way. Everything is different.

64.253 This has been my experience lately, with a vision and a conviction, the conviction of an experience: the two vibrations [trepidating falsehood and light “truth”] are intermingled all the time, all the time and all the time the one infiltrates the other. Maybe the sense of wonder comes when the quantity that has infiltrated is large enough to be perceptible. But I have an impression — a very acute impression — that this phenomenon is going on all the time, all the time, everywhere in a minuscule way, like an infinitesimal infiltration of truth into falsehood, and that in certain conditions that are visible — it's a sort of luminous swelling, I can't explain — then the mass of infiltration is sufficient to give the impression of a miracle [it was perhaps that, the phenomenon of May '68]. But otherwise, it's something going on all the time, all the time, continuously, in the world.

A substitution of vibration.

The miracle of the earth, taking the place of its falsehood.

What if it happened collectively? What if millions, yes, millions of young voices who have had enough of this old earth of falsehood and its grey columns lining up to get a degree in the old way of dying, if these clear little voices suddenly let their hearts melt, let their chests swell with a light air and cried out, NO, we've had enough!

All these cells, suddenly freed from their hypnotism.

“When? When?” asked the voice of the earth.

55.1210 I think this will happen the moment there is a sufficient number of consciousnesses which feel absolutely that it cannot be otherwise. All that has been, and all that still is, must appear like an absurdity which cannot last — at that moment it can take place, but not before. In spite of everything, there will be a moment when it will happen, there will be a time when the movement will tilt over into a new reality. There was a MOMENT. There was a moment when the mental being was able to manifest on earth. There will come a time when the human consciousness is in the required state for a supramental consciousness to be able to enter this human consciousness and manifest. It does not stretch out like a rubber band, you see: there is a time when it happens — it can be done in a flash.

Everything will drop from our hands: our pens, our laws, our science, our future of men walled up alive. An immense laughter will swell the heart of the world, and there we will be!

Why not now?

Those who are already dead will fall down dead.

An apocalypse, yes, and a smiling one.

Fatal for the dead and light for the ever-living.

A fairy tale in the cells of the earth.

Thanks Delight.

55.1210 I think this will happen the moment there is a sufficient number of consciousnesses which feel absolutely that it cannot be otherwise. All that has been, and all that still is, must appear like an absurdity which cannot last — at that moment it can take place, but not before. In spite of everything, there will be a moment when it will happen, there will be a time when the movement will tilt over into a new reality. There was a MOMENT. There was a moment when the mental being was able to manifest on earth. There will come a time when the human consciousness is in the required state for a supramental consciousness to be able to enter this human consciousness and manifest. It does not stretch out like a rubber band, you see: there is a time when it happens — it can be done in a flash.


She is writing the same of many "earthlings" had said.
Nothing is New.
We are all must remember, or have to remember.... or get what is ours.

[dan33]

Mother and Aurobindo


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[eaglespirit]

Ad So It Is ...Thanks Daniel, Thanks Mother : )
Ya' All got the heart-point posted...I meant to do this yesterday, haha!!!


I think this will happen the moment there is a sufficient number of consciousnesses which feel absolutely that it cannot be otherwise. All that has been, and all that still is, must appear like an absurdity which cannot last — at that moment it can take place, but not before. In spite of everything, there will be a moment when it will happen, there will be a time when the movement will tilt over into a new reality. There was a MOMENT. There was a moment when the mental being was able to manifest on earth. There will come a time when the human consciousness is in the required state for a supramental consciousness to be able to enter this human consciousness and manifest. It does not stretch out like a rubber band, you see: there is a time when it happens — it can be done in a flash.

[Flash]

Aurobindo was a great men, full of wisdom. Did you know that he kept silent most of his life? He knew he had little patience for man's stupidities and he prefered to keep silent in order not to hurt anyone with Blunt words. Mother was his right hand. Both great people.

I read some of Aurobindo's books when I was a teenager, I do not remember much really, but I know it worked on me somehow.