Adventure of consciousness
THE TENTH DAY OF VICTORY: Patrizia Norelli-Bachelet; Aeon Books, P.O. Box 11, Kodaikanal, Tamil Nadu-624101. Price not mentioned.
THE COVER carries an arresting picture of Mahashakti seen issuing out on the Vijayadasami day, "the tenth day of victory". Mahakali wears a quizzy look wondering at the phenomenon of man who raises his rakshasic head of ego again the moment he is destroyed.
Earth is the constant battlefield for the death and birth of evil; and the individual being is the permanent Kurukshetra where the cells carry on a battle so that the healthy ones can rise to the next plane of consciousness.
Eventually this prolonged battle scenario could help eliminate the evil in man and transform life on the Earth into a life divine.
Eliminating the evil of ego in man is no easy task especially because man is not only ignorant of the forces around him but is even ignorant of the fact that he is not capable of total wisdom which alone can help him come face to face with his Self, the Pratyagataman.
To gain an unblemished intelligence to see, he needs to evolve into the Mind of Light. Meanwhile, he does what he can with the flawed instrument of his mind which is a chaotic studio of light and darkness, good and evil, humility and pride, love and hate; and the camera he uses in this studio is his Tamasic ego.
One such attempt has been made by Patrizia Norelli-Bachelet in this autobiographic recordation of her search for the next future. Just when she had passed her 13th year, she began to hear a voice (Patrizia calls it the voice of the Divine Mother) and this took hold of her life's direction.
The opening came with J. Krishnamurti but apparently she could not achieve "freedom from the known".
One who has such deep faith in astrology and numerology as Patrizia, an unshakeable belief in her own birth as a communicator of the incommunicable, a readiness to try new pathways of the plausibly occult, a love for setting down the speeding thought-currents that leave tantalising echoes in the corridors of her mind, a serious clinging to physical motherhood and an ability to speak of the pains of childbirth as not mere procreation but as "a creative process in which consciousness and form blend for the establishment of a new world and a new individual within that creation" and one who has no stoic aversion for such mild pleasures as overhearing conversations could not settle down for Krishnaji's veil to blot out all her yesterdays. So she turned to Pondicherry.
Patrizia says she felt she was reincarnated Christ and that the feeling left her with a permanent compassion.
Visions, ecstasies and séances apart, she has also faith in I Ching to arrive at Self-knowledge and can strengthen her faith by relating casual incidents like coming across used cans of tomatoes on rubbish piles and cockroaches running all over her place of residence. She disarms criticism by telling us that the Voice has warned her that people will take her views as her "projections of personal opinions."
She has a few complaints against some of the sadhaks of Sri Aurobindo Ashram perhaps for not recognising her as the Mother's power. However, no names are mentioned.
The Tenth Day of Victory is a breathless chronicle of inexplicable coincidences encountered by a human being in search of the Womb-of-All.
It is good that Patrizia has quoted the Mother herself as a warning to all of us who are engaged in this adventure of consciousness: "There is a rush of adverse forces. A mad rush... All that was believed to have been conquered and repulsed rushes back again - in the most unexpected persons - in all forms, but especially in character." A warning for all of us, for all times.
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