Mother or The Divine Materialism (Set of Two Volumes)

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About the Book We are not at the end of a civilization but at the end of a cycle in the geological or paleontological sense. "Man is a transitional being," said Sri Aurobindo. Indeed this transition from the human species to another species is the question of our time. How does one work out the transition to a new species? How does one create a new species? What is the nature of such a physiological transformation, and hence what is the nature of Matter itself, on which and in which we seem to move as if forever bound to some inescapable rut ratified by every certified scientist? But these are the scientists of a certain species. In the deep caves of Mexico, beneath their sheet of muddy water, certain little axolotls, like larvae, have lived and reproduced for centuries. When suddenly moved into another milieu, they are transformed into salamanders or amblystomas. What becomes of the laws of the axolotls? What would happen if a somewhat "prescient" axolotl saw the next "milieu" and tried, in its own flesh and in the midst of the other recalcitrant and merciless little axolotls, to leave the cave and effect the transformation? And what if it discovered that Matter is not what the axolotls think it is, that the laws of life are not what the axolotls think they are, and that ultimately even "death" is not the opposite of axolotlian life but something else which is neither life nor death, but an "overlife," the milieu of the next species?

This fabulous experience was Sri Aurobindo's secret, and it is Mother's secret. Why did Sri Aurobindo leave his body? Why did Mother leave? Where are they and what is happening? Could there be already here, on earth, another "milieu" trying to pierce through our layers of mud and to propel us by force into a new world?

Introduction Her face was so thin, so white-oh, not beatific, not the "peace of the dead": a fierce concentration on that face-She who had all the beatitudes, all the liberations of the soul-an overwhelming concentration, as if She were staring at ... what? The Enigma inexorably, unwaveringly, without a quiver, straight as a sword to pierce the heart of Falsehood. Death is a Falsehood, She used to say. We have put it into our head and our will to conquer this accident.2 what happened? Or what perhaps is happening? What was She looking at with her two eyes closed, She who said, I can see more clearly with my eyes closed than with my eyes open? 3

There are more secrets to this "death" than one might think. There is the secret of the future. A difficult secret, which we approach with a prayer on quivering our lips and a ring in our heart. Perhaps this is how the first man in his clearing approached a first awesome thought. But the secret of the next world lies not in a thought. It is supra-mental; it takes place within the depths of the body, at that knot between life and death where, for the first time, something has begun to stir in Matter-in a body's cells, on the frontier of biology and prayer. It is not a secret to "understand"; it is an ordeal by fire, because, to "understand," for Matter, is to have the power-a power which is found only at that narrow junction where life and death embrace, where the cells escape the old genetic code to enter the law of the next kingdom. It is a new transmutation, more arduous than that of the caterpillar. The transmutation to the next age. To find the secret is to have the power. To stand upright before death, upright before life, at the point where this death dies out and where this life dies out-or else is rekindled to another PHYSICAL life, which is no longer life or death, but something else. Perhaps the life divine. Another clearing. A formidable transition. You will tell them. This is the transition we are going to try to work out together, groping through Mother's great virgin forest. And perhaps at the end, in the clearing of the next world, with the eyes of the next being, we will find what She was seeking, She who said I am on the way to discovering the illusion that must be destroyed so that physical life can be uninterrupted.15 And let there be no mistake: the discovery is not yet there-it has TO BE MADE.

Book's Contents and Sample Pages