The divine patisserie
Oh delicious, cream chocolate cakes rich in flavour,
And madeleines and profiteroles from heaven’s Paris;
There is the deft one who has built such a patisserie,
Applauded, preparing food for the new body;
An ardent call had gone to the noblest, magnus,
And there is rejoicing deep in the physical;
A proficient master chef, conscious head cook,
Great Agni is at work in the solar kitchen.
17 February 2025
The Mother: 16 November 1968
It’s the physical’s mind being educated. It has been educated all over again. It remembered all the experiences it had and sorted them out again, it has reached a sort of homogeneity wholly centred around the divine Presence.
It has had several experiences of this Presence. Spontaneously, for the body, it’s a “conscious Light”, which it sees everywhere, whose presence it constantly feels. But once or twice it saw a figure. That surprised it a lot and it wasn’t too reassured (!), it wondered if it wasn’t an imposture or … But a great Presence.
The details of shape weren’t there, but … It was like a concretization meant for the physical, of this conscious Light which was there, and was as if concretized into a shape which was luminous, too, which could be seen, and with such power! Above all, it was like the Power of the Lord — it was awesome.
And the body’s impression was that That could do anything. It was a shape, but as if with a head and shoulders. And the first time the body saw it, it was slightly alarmed: “What’s this? Is it an imposture? …” Then, as always, the “Thing” came over it and said, “Quiet, quiet, quiet ….” Not words: like waves.
So it kept very still, and it felt an awesome Power. It came when the body was very still and had stopped worrying, and That seemed to be telling it, “This is how I act on people.” And it was a sort of concretization or materialization of this conscious Light. It was an immense figure.
I saw it twice, and it was when I was calling the Lord so He might act; for some reason I was calling the Lord, and the body was like this (aspiration or call). And once I saw it behind someone. It was like … like condensed Power.
The development seems to be moving towards that: an action on people and on the earth, quite physical.
Several times, when the body was … simply disgusted at its pettiness, incapacity, ignorance, its stupidity … the response was very fine: “Be quiet! It’s not you who do things.” So the body wondered, “But then, what use am I?!” It said … I don’t know, I got the impression of the place where two currents are joined, the impression that the body was like that, that was its use! It had the sensation of being like one of these tools.
That is to say, becoming conscious of its very existence instantly hampers the work. It ought … not to be aware that it exists. In fact, that’s what makes it ill, that’s when it’s conscious of itself.
The Winds of Wonder 
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