- Awake to his hidden possibility,
- Awake to all that slept within his heart
- And all that Nature meant when earth was formed
- And the Spirit made this ignorant world his home,
- He shall aspire to Truth and God and Bliss...
- Mother, it is said that the light of truth is not always at one’s disposal...
It is always there; but one can’t always use it.
- But if...
It is always there; it is everywhere; but it is not at your disposal in the sense that you don’t know how to make use of it.
- But if one went to you to ask how?
Ah! But one must not ask personal questions. Of course if you ask me, “What should I do?” — anyone at all among you — I shall tell you, “My children, it is very easy, you have only to call me, and then when you feel the contact, well, you put it upon the thing till that part has understood.”
But here too you must know, it hurts a little; I am warning you, you see, because the thing is clinging somewhere, and in order to pull it out you must have courage; and when you put the light of truth, well, it burns, sometimes it smarts, you see; you must know how to bear it. The sincerity must be sufficient to... instead of shutting yourself up again and saying, “Oh! It hurts”, you must open very wide and receive fully.
Some people have all kinds of little things like this in their head, dark little things. Some people have them here (Mother points to the heart), others have them lower down, for each one it depends... but for each one it is the same thing, it is always... I am saying this because it is very remarkable that if one does the work — whoever it may be — the result is always the same, wherever it may be, whether in the head or the chest or in all the centres of consciousness, if one pushes the investigation far enough, step by step, step by step, untiringly, one always reaches something; from far it looks like a pea... like the peas... a little black pea; but if one draws near carefully enough — it depends on the degree of concentration — one perceives that it is like a very tiny... serpent, the size of a microbe, but it is very small, all coiled up like that, rolled upon itself like that. Then one takes it by the tail and pulls it out.
- Sweet Mother, are there as many serpents as bad movements?
Yes, precisely! (Laughter) That makes a lot, quite an army. When it is in the head it is troublesome, because it is still more difficult to discover them, and one is so full of wrong ideas that it is very difficult to put any order in there. Where it is easiest to find and cure is here (Mother shows the centre of the chest), but it is there that it hurts most; however it is the place where one finds it most easily and cures it most radically. Lower down in the vital it is more obscure and entangled — it is quite muddled. It is all mixed up and there are many of these things — when they are there, there are many. You must put some order there first before finding them.”