OM SUNILDAS MUSIC...from the agenda.... (A little later, regarding the music composed by Sunil on the theme of The Hour of God:) It begins with something he calls aspiration - oh, its beautiful! ... I have rarely heard something with so pure and so beautiful an inspiration. All of a sudden, a sound comes, which is exactly the sound you hear up above. And it isnt too mixed (the fault I find with all classical music is all the accompaniment which is there to give more substance, but which spoils the purity of the inspiration: to me, its padding), well, with Sunil, the padding isnt there. He doesnt claim to be making music, of course, and the padding isnt there, so its truly beautiful. I have decided not to play this year for January 1st. Even last year, I very much hesitated to play because I was absolutely conscious of the inadequacy - the poorness and inadequacy - of the physical instrument; but there was a sort of reasonable wisdom which knew how a refusal to play would be interpreted [by the disciples], so I played - without satisfaction, and it wasnt worth much. But the music I heard yesterday was so much THAT, SO much what I would like to play, that I said to myself, Well, now it would be unreasonable to want to keep in a personal manifestation something that has a much better means of expression [Sunil]. So I have decided to say No for January 1st. But I will see if Sunil couldnt prepare something on the theme of next years message, something that would be recorded and played for everyone, in an anonymous way - no need to say, Its by this or that person, its music, thats all. page 296-97 , Mothers Agenda , volume 5 , 28th Nov - 1964 (This conversation took place in the music room. Mother had asked Sunil, the musician disciple, and Sujata to come.) Can anybody play the harmonica? (laughter) Ive just been given a harmonica! It comes from Germany. (To Sunil:) Dont you know how to play it?... No? (Sujata:) Satprem would very much like to learn to play some instrument, Mother, you know. (Satprem:) But not the harmonica! (To Sunil:) Did they tell you why I called you? No? Dont you know French anymore, tell me? - He doesnt dare speak. Here is the thing: I like your music, and as for me, I no longer play! - I dont have the time. I never have an opportunity, I havent played for the last twelve months; except when Sujata comes, then I run a finger over the keys. So its quite impossible for me to play on January 1st, but I thought we could perhaps arrange something.... Today, Ill read you the message for the 1st (it isnt a message), Ill read it to you and then well try to do something with it. Do you know this instrument (the organ)? Can you play it?... There are pedals, mon petit, enough to make your head swim! I cant play that! (laughter) So Sujata will play the pedals, and Ill play the keys! If something comes, you can use it and do me some music for the 1st. And then, instead of recording here, well record your affair for everybody! (Sunil:) What you are going to play now Ill keep. No! Im not playing - Ill just pretend to! With that you will do something. You understand? Maybe nothing at all will come! I cant say. This morning ... This morning, I dont know, did you think of your visit here? Yes?... I heard magnificent music - magnificent! But it was music ... it took at least four hands to play it, or several instruments. If that came ... Wait.... The message (it isnt a message!) ... There is a photo of me in which I have my hands folded and I look happy (!), so I wrote underneath, Salut à Toi, Vérité. Then I was asked to put it into English - I said, Salute to the advent of the Truth. So this is the theme. Well see now if we find something. This morning, it was magnificent.... But even if that were there, I wouldnt be able to play it: it would take almost an entire orchestra! And moreover, its no longer there. It lasted ten or fifteen minutes ... I dont even remember what it was - its gone. Well try, well see. (music) There, enough! But what I heard wasnt that - it wasnt that at all! But its absolutely gone.... (Mother starts playing the organ again) Its really a pity I dont remember at all. That was really fine. It was the hymn to the Truth. It resembled a certain symphony of Beethovens (oh, I am going to say something dreadful) ... without the padding! All human music always has padding. They have an inspiration, and in between theres a gap, so they fill it up with their musical knowledge. But this morning, it came straight from above and there was no padding. It was very fine. Only, I didnt even make an effort to remember; I thought, It will come, but it didnt! (To Sunil:) Didnt you hear some music this morning? (Sunil:) What you have just played was very lovely. Its nothing! Anyway, youll do something with it. What this mornings music expressed was a sort of ascent of aspiration, like a conquest, and then it suddenly climaxed in a dazzling flash of light - an explosion. An explosion of light. And the explosion of light CASCADED over the world. It was very fine (!) I still see it, but I can no longer hear it. But thats how it will be: first the salute, Salute to You, O Light. You understand, the Light is there, like this: it announces itself. And we salute it. Then the whole aspiration rises in conquest of this Light through successive ascents; that is, one sound rises, climbs, and establishes itself; then another climbs and establishes itself. And then, when we have come before the Light, it makes a sort of explosion, like a bomb exploding, an explosion of light. And afterwards, it falls back onto the world - with sparkles. And then, I would like at the end the great calm of the Truth. That will need something very vast and very calm - very vast. Very simple. A few very simple great notes. Voilà. Organ notes would be fine. The organ is fine for aspiration. page 308 - 10 , Mothers Agenda , volume 5 , 7th Dec - 1964 (About the music composed by Sunil for January 1, 1965:) Its odd, all that music of the past, European music, which I knew very well and admired, it seems to me almost void of substance, while here, there is a contact right up above: you plunge into it instantly. Yes, thats right. When I heard his music for the first time, something suddenly opened up and I was right in the middle of the place I know, from which true Harmony comes - suddenly. page 15 , Mothers Agenda , volume 6 , 6th Jan - 1965 There is a rather curious development. For some time now, but more and more precisely, when I hear something, when someone reads something to me or I listen to some music or am told of some event, immediately something vibrates: the origin of the activity or the level on which its taking place or the origin of the inspiration is automatically translated as a vibration in one of the centers. And then, depending on the quality of the vibration, its something constructive or negative; and when at some point it makes contact, however slightly, with a domain of Truth, there is ... (how can I explain?) like the spark of a vibration of Ananda. And the thought is absolutely silent, still, nothing - nothing (Mother opens her hands Upward in a gesture of complete offering). But this perception is growing increasingly precise. And thats how I know: I know the source of the inspiration, where the action is located and the quality of the thing. What precision! Oh, an infinitesimal precision, in the details. For instance, the first time I felt this in a clear way was when I heard Sunils music on The Hour of God; that was the first time, and at the time I didnt know it was something completely organized, a sort of organization of experience. But now, after all these months, it has become classified, and it gives me an absolutely certain indication, which doesnt correspond to any active thought or any active will - I am simply an infinitely sensitive instrument for receiving vibrations. Thats how I know where things come from. There is no thought. Thats how the vibration of Sujatas dream came to me (Mother gestures down, below her feet): it was in the realm of the subconscient. So I knew it was a recording. page 59 , Mothers Agenda , volume 6 , 24th March - 1965 Its always the sound that guides me.... Do you know that Sunil has done some music for Savitri, and he is going to play it for me in early July. I dont think he wants to have an audience, its quite private, because it must be played only in 1968 - in February 68 - and he will show me just a small piece to see if its all right. But I thought you would be interested. Ill leave my windows wide open. I like what he does very much. Oh, not just once but very often, while listening to his music, a door is immediately opened onto the region of universal harmony, where you hear the origin of sounds, and with an extraordinary emotion and intensity, something that pulls you out of yourself (gesture of abrupt wrenching). Its the first time Ive had this while listening to music - I myself have it when I am all alone. But I never had it while listening to music, its always something much closer to the earth. Here, its something very high, but very universal, and with a tremendous power: a creative power. Well, his music opens the door. Now, some people have heard his music, and in Russia, France and the U.S.A. as well, they have asked for permission to copy it and spread it around. And the strange thing is that those people dont know one another, but they have all had the same impression: tomorrows music. So to those who have asked Ive answered, Have some patience, in two years well give you a musical monument. Its much better to begin with a major work, because it immediately gives the position, otherwise you might think its passing little inspirations - not that: something that strikes you on the head and makes you bow before it. I read out the lines (in English, naturally), and with that he does the music. And the words are probably mixed in with the music, as he always does. But then, my reading is simply the clearest possible pronunciation, with the full understanding of whats being said, and WITHOUT A SINGLE INTONATION. I think I have succeeded, because at a weeks interval (I dont read every day), the timbre of the voice is always the same. page 142 , Mothers Agenda , volume 7 , 25th June - 1966 Sunil asked me to play for him; I told him I had stopped playing: I cant play anymore, my hands have lost the habit. The power to transcribe what comes is no longer there (I do hear the music, but I cant transcribe it anymore). Its like something that has been forgotten. Then he told me it didnt matter, that even if I played a few notes - three or four notes - it would be enough. But I have noticed that the first time I play after a long time without playing, I play much better than afterwards. You understand, I always try not to be the one to play, because I no longer know how to (how long has it been? At least sixty years since I truly played, except occasionally, so the whole knowledge of the hands has gone: they are clumsy, they cant play anymore). The only thing I try to do is to have someone (either a musical spirit or a musical entity) use these hands, to have something come and use these hands; and generally, it works fairly well the first time, then the hands start again wanting to try to know, so its all over. They must be absolutely plastic, without personal will. Ive never been quite able to use this electric organ; I used to make much better use of my grand organ, the one I had before; it was far easier for me. This one is very complicated, very mechanical, very mechanical. Its a bit too mechanically modern and it doesnt respond to vital influence as well as my old organ did. My feet used to make it work, and they put such force into it! There was a force of vibration in the way the swells were worked.... This one, I would have had to get accustomed to it, to impregnate the instrument; but to me its like an empty shell, with no soul behind it: its an empty shell. You see, a sounding board responds a lot; in a piano, the sounding board, the keys, the strings, it all responds; it responds to the force. You can even make them vibrate without touching them. While this electric device is an empty shell.... page 180-81 , Mothers Agenda , volume 7 , 24th Aug - 1966 In Sunils music there are two or three of those associations of sounds that are evocative associations, and in his music its the splendor of the future creation, oh, it comes like a dazzling sun. But even in very old music, or disjointed music, there is that association now and then: two sounds, a relationship between two sounds (two, sometimes three). And I dont think people are aware of it, but thats what puts them in contact with the state of consciousness. In reality, its one way of looking at the problem, but it makes things simpler in a truly interesting way.... In other words, great transformations are merely the result of a change of state of consciousness. (silence) So, I wish you a good year. page 249 , Mothers Agenda , volume 7 , 29th Oct - 1966 (After listening to the music composed by Sunil for the New Year.) Did you like it? Its very beautiful, very powerful. Isnt it! And it creates an atmosphere. Usually I play some music for him, and he composes from it, but this time I didnt play, so he took some old pieces of mine; with that he makes contact and composes. An American musician has come here, and I sent him to Sunil (hes a pianist). He said hed heard some of Sunils music there, in America, and at first people are a bit bewildered, but that when theyve heard it several times, they become quite enthusiastic. As for me, I find it creates an atmosphere: it BRINGS DOWN an atmosphere. And the human voice is quite lovely, well mingled. page 357 , Mothers Agenda , volume 9 , 28th Dec - 1968 I wanted to tell you something amusing. You know that I havent played [music] there for two years - impossible. The other day it was Sunils birthday, and he told me, Oh, you should play something to me for January 1st. I said, Ill try. I went there, sat down, and my hands started playing. For a few minutes, I didnt hear a single sound of what I was playing! Then, little by little, the sound came, and I played for some ten minutes. And it came all by itself, as if I had last played yesterday! ... So I complimented my body! I said to it, Its fine. I was happy because I thought, It hasnt lost - it was easier than the last times I played! It came like this (dancing gesture), it was having fun finding the notes. And someone played, I dont know who - not someone human. It consoled me somewhat! (Mother laughs) It was better than the last time, [[Two years earlier. ]] because there was no idea that I COULD do anything, the body was certain that it couldnt do anything at all, that it must have got out of the habit, but once I found myself seated, the hands started playing .... Page 410-11 , Mothers Agenda , volume 10 , 8th Nov - 1969 Yesterday, I heard Sunils music (and it was so interesting because of that). Its very fine, his music, and then this Consciousness showed me how ... You see, the consciousness here takes a certain attitude, and it has the whole joy and harmony; the thing remains the same, but then ... (Mother makes a gesture of a slight tipping to the left) a very slight change in the attitude of the consciousness, and it becomes almost unbearable! Experiences of that sort, all the time, all the time ... to show you that in reality, only ONE THING matters, its the attitude of the consciousness: the old attitude of the individual being (Mother makes a gesture of contraction into oneself), or this (gesture of expansion). Probably it must be (to put it into words we can understand) the presence of the ego and the abolition of the ego. Thats it. Page 490 , Mothers Agenda , volume 10 , 27th Dec - 1969
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