The Winds of Wonder

The Essential Agenda

28 August 1971

It’s as if all the ways of seeing the world were passing by one after the other: the most detestable and the most marvellous — and they all come to tell me: “See, you can look at it this way, you can look at it that way, you can… .”

But the Truth … what is true? There is all that, and “something” we don’t know. I am convinced that the need to see things, to think them, is purely human and is a transitory device. It is a transitory phase, which seems terribly long to us, but in fact is rather short.

Even our consciousness is an adaptation of the Consciousness — THE Consciousness, the true consciousness is something else.

So the conclusion for my body is: to curl up in the Divine. Not to try to understand, not to try to know: try TO BE.

The imperfection is what makes you feel the thing, otherwise it’s curling up in the Lord. And the Power is tremendous.

I remember a time when the memory of past lives, the memory of night activities was so very concrete; the so-called invisible world was totally concrete — now everything is like a dream veiling a Reality … an unknown Reality, and yet appreciable.

When I am silent and motionless: to be — to be — to be.

Then curiously enough: at the same time not one in the other or one with the other, but one AND the other, it’s marvellous and dreadful. Life as it is, as we feel it in our ordinary consciousness seems something but so dreadful that one wonders how it can be lived even a single minute; and the other, AT THE SAME TIME: a marvel, a marvel of light, consciousness, power — wondrous. And a power! And not the power of a particular person, it’s something which is everything.

Naturally, the most interesting thing is to find That. There are moments: OM Namo Bhagavateh. That’s the most material thing. It gives the impression that a piece of wood might give us. And yet it’s. So one can be in a painful and incomprehensible and absurd life and at the same time … unutterably marvellous.

Only “You” — that’s all. And quite plainly the Creation has That as its goal, that marvellous joy … of feeling we are You.