What Else Have I To Speak Of Again!
Well, here I can comprehend another thing—this is the law of being. The being is heir to terror, fear, delight; in its own way it is setting up knowledge here. All these things are nothing—only the terror of the fleshly being—illusion, obsession.
Maya (illusion) pervades the being; hence comes fear.—Really, what's this going to be? What's that going to be? O God, what has happened? Why will that happen? Though I could compre¬hend the course of events ever so deeply, I failed to take the right kind of steps in the right place. What's the reason? Well, that is the law of the fleshly being—fondness, fear, shame, hate, situation, environment and then terror. For various reasons I couldn't express myself.
Perhaps I've spoken the right thing. But along with that he hasn't prepared himself for accepting it. How will he accept? I'm, indeed, saying all the right things. In spite of my saying aright, he won't be able to accept them. If he fails, he'll feel distracted. So what his mind craves or speaks about—if I comprehend that and express accordingly?
That, too, suits his fancy, doesn't it? I can't simply say that. I can't in any way. At such moments come that mumbling way of speaking, And then I will have no way but to mumble out—'Yes, this may happen. This will happen. That may, that will, and so on.
Where I feel sure that this knowledge of mine can be passed on to him, solid and entire—with this he won't be distracted, will find his way—there my words overflow all bounds. Otherwise I can't speak everywhere. If I am to speak every¬where, I get stuck. That's the law of the fleshly being. I've to keep an eye on society, on situation, on circumstances, on 'maya' (illusion). Taking an all round view—
Of course I won't be able to keep an eye on society in every respect. I can't. I do that only roughly. Well, if I am to keep an eye on society without a flaw, I would but fail to express this thing. So I am trying to bring about a kind of harmony among all the things. All the time I seek to bring in this sense of harmony.
If I give society a wide berth, I can't practically go on living. On the other hand, if I make too much of society, I can never express this thing. All the time I've to steer my way between these two things. This is the law of being. Where I should speak, I speak. There I go on speaking rightly.
But now if people go on asking this and that, I get stuck. Get stuck, you must have noticed that. What shall I say over again in a new way? There's nothing left to say in a new way. It's no use churning up these things into mere froth.
Prosad : Why, Gurudev ( Spiritual Master ), does it not occur to you that we haven't come to know things already known? Where we fail to com¬prehend what we read, the unknown—
Mother : No, if you read like that, you may get the feeling, you don't comprehend. I may explain in some places. But while doing that, if I talk more than I should, then you'll get them more muddled. Won't you? Or while explaining, I may talk rather too little.
Prosad : No, why do you speak of getting muddled, Mother? If a formula is explained, it helps people to grasp it much better, does it not?
Mother : ln explaining the formula, perhaps one talks a lot. Then that, too, has to be explained. When I talk too little, I can sense your mood. Then it'll flash on your mind, 'Why, in this state¬ment, I find no harmony. Then, why did she say this, why that? It is not written like that. Does she make a mistake?'
Thus your mind grows suspicious. Because of this suspicious mind, you'll be lagging behind. You can't go ahead. So I've to think a little before I speak. I speak and will speak, too. But I have to think before I speak.
What I've spoken is absolutely right. Nowhere have I made a mistake.
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Ma-Mahajnan, a matchless spiritual genius, expressed her entire creation in a state of "Conscious Trance” which has all been stuffed with matters of highly philosophical values and related with strong literary sense. She could not attend even Primary School due to extreme poverty. Strangely, she was taught all by herself in the School of Nature. The weird and wonderful life is possibly the souse of her vast experience and profound realization. She was born on 17 July, 1928 and passed away on 22 January, 2011. The weird and wonderful life of Great Ma-Mahajnan is the source of our inspiration. Her profound realization compiled in more than one hundred of authentic books is far beyond imagination.
Asokananda Prosad, Ma-Mahajnan's first disciple, is an engineer, a philosopher and a philanthropist. Being the missing son—the eldest and the first disciple of Great Ma-Mahajnan, he has had to shoulder so many burdens of Ashram and Temple. He has long been translating Works of Ma-Mahajnan, written in Bengali, into English. The Mother didn’t just put those in black and white, but simply expressed, extempore and spontaneous, in a state of “Conscious Trance” and Asokananda along with his brothers and sisters got those tape-recorded. He now shoulders as: Director of Pub. Div. : Adarsha Prokashani; Editor of Journals : Nandan Kanan & Sudhi Sahitya; General Secretary : Ma-Mahajnan Vishwa Kalyan Trust; Secretary : Society for the Formation of Character and Sequence; Independent Scholar : Philosophy Documentation Center, Ohio, USA; A Leading Philosopher of the World.