This is the body's experience.And the only perception when there is some
or other in individuals,some shock or other, is always a clear vision of the ego – the ego manifestingitself. They say, "It's the other's fault." I wouldn't say, "Oh, so-and-so was angry"or "Oh, so-and-so ..." No, it's his ego; not even his ego: THE EGO, the ego principle – the ego principle still interfering. That's very interesting, because for me the ego has become a sort of impersonal entity, while for everyone, it's theacute sense of his personality! Instead of that, it's a sort of way of being (which wemay call terrestrial, or human), a sort of way of being in greater or lesser quantityhere or there or there, and which gives each one the illusion of his personality. It'svery interesting.
Yes, but the trouble is, others don't learn their lesson, so ... So theyinvade you.
Oh, if they learned their lesson, everything would change very soon!
So the result is that you are invaded, submerged.
All your time is swallowed up, all your...
I can't be submerged!
I'm too big!
But still, materially you're overburdened.
I have noticed that if I resist, things go wrong. If I have a sense of fluidity,there aren't any clashes any longer. It's the same thing as with this scratch
(Mother shows her elbow)
. You see, if you stiffen up and things resist, you give yourself aknock. It's like people who know how to fall: they fall without hurting themselves.With people who don't know how to fall, the slightest tumble and they break something. It's the same thing. We must learn to be ... perfect oneness. To correct,straighten things out, is still to resist.So what's going to happen [if the invasion goes on]?... It'll be amusing, we'llsee!
The others aren't in the same state, so maybe they'll feel hurt, but I can't help it!
We should always laugh, always. The Lord laughs. He laughs, and Hislaughter is so good, so good, so full of love! A laughter that envelops you in anextraordinary sweetness.This, too, men have
distorted – (laughing)
they've distorted everything!
January 14, 1967
(As she comes into her room, Mother stops in front of a tray of flowers that