Madame Théon
(Mother to Satprem, 1960:) “Madame Théon was an extraordinary occultist. That woman had incredible faculties, incredible.
She was a small woman, fat, almost flabby — she gave you the feeling that if you leaned against her, it would melt! Once, I remember ... I was there in Tlemcen with André's father, who had come to join us — a painter, an artist. Théon was wearing a dark purple robe. Théon said to him, “This robe is purple.” “No, it's not purple,” the other answered, “it's violet.” Théon went rigid: “When I say purple, it's purple!” And they started arguing over this foolishness. Suddenly there flashed from my head, “No, this is too ridiculous!” — I didn't say a word, but it went out from my head (I even saw the flash), and then Madame Théon got up and came over to me, stood behind me (neither of us uttered a word — the other two were staring at each other like two angry cocks), then she laid my head against her breast — absolutely the feeling of sinking into eiderdown!
And never in my life, never, had I felt such peace — it was absolutely luminous and soft ... a peace, such a soft, tender, luminous peace. After a moment, she bent down and whispered in my ear, “One must never question one's master!” It wasn't I who was questioning!
She was a wonderful woman, wonderful. But as for him ... well ...”[1]
(Mother to Satprem, 1961:) “The pine tree story is also from Tlemcen.
Someone had wanted to plant pine trees Scotch firs, I think — and by mistake Norway spruce were sent instead. And it began to snow! It had never snowed there before, as you can imagine — it was only a few kilometers from the Sahara and boiling hot: 113° in the shade and 130° in the sun in summer. Well, one night Madame Théon, asleep in her bed, was awakened by a little gnome-like being — a Norwegian gnome with a pointed cap and pointed slippers turned up at the toes! From head to foot he was covered with snow, and it began melting onto the floor of her room, so she glared at him and said:
“What are You doing here? You're dripping wet! You're making a mess of my floor!”
“I'm here to tell you that we were called to this mountain and so we have come.”
“Who are you?”
“The Lord of the Snow.”
“Very well,” replied Madame Théon, “I shall see about that when I get up. Now go away, you're spoiling my room!”
So the little gnome left.
But when she awoke, there was a puddle of water on the floor, so it couldn't have been a dream. And when she looked out the window, all the hills were snow-covered!
It was the first time. They had lived there for years but had never seen snow. And every winter after that, the hillsides would be covered with snow.
(silence)
You see, when people are in this occult consciousness, everything is possible — it creates an atmosphere where ALL, all is possible. What to our European common sense seems impossible ... is all possible.
She was English and he.... I don't know whether he was Polish or Russian (he was of Jewish origin and had to leave his country for that reason). But they were both European.
It was a very interesting world. Really, what I saw there.... Well, once you left, you would ask yourself, “Was I dreaming?!” It all seemed so fantastic!
But when I recounted these experiences to Sri Aurobindo, he told me it was quite natural: when you have the power, you live in and create around yourself an atmosphere where these things are possible.
Because it is all here, it just hasn't been brought to the surface.”[2]
Aries: Journal for the Study of Western Esotericism
“Madame Théon, Alta Una, Mother Superior:
The Life and Personas of Mary Ware (1839–1908)”
by Boaz Huss, 2015
- ↑ Mother's Agenda 1951-1960, 22 October 1960
- ↑ Mother's Agenda 1961, 4 February 1961
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