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style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><font size="4">The Mother on Herself</font><o:p></o:p></b></p>
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style='mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt'>(1)<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>You must be very very persevering. I will
tell you a story – my own story.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>When I began to practise occultism, as I started
working with my nights, making them conscious, I found that between the subtle
physical level and the most material vital there was a small region, very small
indeed, that was not developed well enough to serve as a conscious link between
the two. So what happened in the most material vital was not being accurately translated
into the consciousness of the most subtle physical. Something was lost in the
passage which was however not quite empty but only half-conscious, not
adequately developed. I knew there was only one way, namely to go on working
for the development. I started working sometime in February, I suppose. One
month, two months, three, four months passed with no result. I continued. Five
months, six months. Then in July or August I left my home in </span><st1:City><st1:place><span
  style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Paris</span></st1:place></st1:City><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> for the country-side. I came to a very small
place near the seaside and stayed with friends. There was a garden there. And
in the garden a fine green turf and flowers and trees all round. It was a
pretty little quiet place. It was very quiet, very silent. One day I lay myself
down on the grass, flat on the face resting on my elbows (among the grass).
Suddenly the whole life of this nature, the whole<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:
10.0pt'>life of the intermediate region I am speaking of, which is most living
in the plant and in physical nature, all this domain became all on a sudden,
unexpectedly, without any transition, absolutely living, intense, conscious,
wonderful. This was the result of the continuous activity of six months that
had not given any result till then. I did not know it; just a little favour</span><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>able </span>
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style='font-size:10.0pt;'>Page – 171<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>condition and the result is there. It is
like the chick in the egg. It has been there for a long time but you do not see
it. You ask doubtfully if there is any chick at all inside the egg. And then
suddenly a crack, a small hole – the egg bursts and the chick comes out, quite
formed and whole and entire. It took all this time to form itself. So it is
like this. When you wish to pre pare something within you it is like the
preparation of the chick inside the shell. It takes a long time and there is
not the least result. But you must not be disheartened. You must continue your
effort, as before, regularly as if the whole of eternity were before you,
thoroughly disinterested in the result. One day the result bursts upon you, the
whole result of all your work.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>(2)<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:
11.0pt'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>When I look at people and when I am occupied
with them, I have the will – I do not say it is always possible – anyhow, I
have the will to see in them their psychic being, their ideal, what they want
to do, what they want to become, to hold it and bring it out to the surface.
That is all my work. What I see, I try to draw out to the front. When I do
this, with the exception of a very few instances when people are somewhat conscious,
I am not always sure of the kind and degree of their external consciousness.
And when I put questions to someone, it is to know the difference between what
he is conscious of and what I see. I am doing this all the while. And that is
why it seems as in did not know. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

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150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>There is a vast difference between what you
know of yourself and what I know of you. What I know of you is evidently what you
ought to become. Your external being one can see well. But between that and the
inner being that I see there is the vital mental region which is the most
important thing from the human point of view; for what one has to become must
be repeated there first, if it is to be materialised. But as I say, the gap is
wide between what you know of yourself, what is actively conscious in you and
what you are in the truth of your being. This intermediary region is somewhat
difficult for me to be<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:
11.0pt'>familiar with or comprehend: for it is a cloudy region for me, a domain
of falsehood. You must note the distinction between a lie and a falsehood. A
lie is that which is altogether unreal,<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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<span
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;'>Page – 172<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:
10.0pt'>which has not been, which is not there. A falsehood is that which is
not true, in the sense that it is not the expression of your truth – not at all
– and yet, it is that of which you are mostly externally conscious. Very very
few are there who have the inner perception of what they want to become, what
they want to do, what the truth of their being is. There are not many of that
kind. For some, the thing comes and is then veiled – just a lightning flash for
a moment and then all is dark. For me it is a perpetual question to know what
is the state of the superficial consciousness which is for me so unreal, so
untrue.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>There is such a contradiction between the
brutal fact of the daily activity and this image I make to myself of what each
one of you should be: I keep this image always intact with all the power of my
consciousness so that you may realise it. That is yourself, your own self. It
is not this ignorant, stupid, insincere, dishonest being that you call yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>(3)<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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10.0pt'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>Once upon a time, long long ago, when I was
in </span><st1:City><st1:place><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>Paris</span></st1:place></st1:City><span
style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt'>, I used to see Madame D. N.¹ almost daily.
She was full of ideas and told me: &quot;You should not think of action, it
means attachment to action. When you want to do something it indicates that
you are still tied down to the things of the world.&quot; I replied: &quot;No,
nothing is more easy. You have only to imagine all that has been done before,
all that will be done hereafter and all that is being done now, you will
immediately perceive that your action is nothing but a breath, one second in
eternity and you are no longer attached to it.&quot; I did not know the text of
the Gita at that time. And I had not the complete text, the text that I am here
putting somewhat in my own way: &quot;And detached from the fruit of action,
act.&quot; I did not know the Gita, but what I said was in effect what the Gita
teaches. You should act not because you believe in your action. You act because
you should act. That is all. It is however a condition that may prove dangerous
sometimes. For instead of willing with a sovereign will to action you simply
look and let things happen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0'><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt'>¹</span><span
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:8.0pt'>Madame Alexandra David Neele
the eminent Tibetologist.</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:
8.0pt'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

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