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21th February 2008: At last, the Satprem business doesn’t bother me anymore. This doubtless comes from my new-found confidence since January 2nd, thanks to the physical sensation of youthfulness which has returned....

19th February 2008: It was a difficult decision and I nearly made it on the toss of a coin, before deciding to take advantage of my very good physical health to take the plunge and to prevent the situation from deteriorating insofar as possible....

11th December 2007: There are two ways of using the word Supermind...

15th August 2007: You are all fortunate enough to have understood the supremacy of Sri Aurobindo's vision, but this opportunity can still be wasted for different reasons...

22th April 2007: I write works which are faithful to a difficult experience because experiencing the Supermind is both a major challenge and an absolute necessity...

12th February 2007: One evening, as I was worrying about the future of mankind, the Earth spoke to me in these terms: "although it is legitimate to hope for a dazzling future, do not try ...

5th November 2006: Tao is simultaneously one of the least precise and most representative terms in a Chinese culture which is losing itself in the mists of time ...

14th August 2005: I am becoming increasingly aware that role-playing is an integral part of the experience of consciousness in nature ...

6th July 2005 (Poem): Eulogists of suffering we transform death itself our eye sees the worst create the best like...

20th December 2004: Many of those human beings who think that they are better than others because they are seeking the so-called Truth forget breadth...

20th February 2004: The Supermind is not something where you only find what you have brought to it yourself. Many so-called seekers spare themselves the trouble of studying the main works of Sri Aurobindo and scorn the Mother's agenda...

31st January, 2004: I am becoming increasingly aware of how unique every individual is and I am already certain that some of those visiting the site will only be moved by my letters....

28th December, 2003: Dear readers, announcing that a new spiritual law - a new Dharma - exists on Earth is a great responsibility. However things are moving very fast - faster and faster, in fact...


































































Letter, 21th February 2008

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At last, the Satprem business doesn’t bother me anymore. This doubtless comes from my new-found confidence since January 2nd, thanks to the physical sensation of youthfulness which has returned. I see things with great clarity, extreme lightness and with unusual depth. I am taking advantage of this.

First of all, it is not my place to state what is politically correct in the supramental venture and I would like to make quite clear that my “reservations” concerning Satprem stem purely from the fact I am convinced that Mother’s scribe did not have time to become perfect. Secondly, due to some incidental but opportune reading, I have once again been confronting the issue of poetry, pioneers and explorers of the mind. My intellect took great pleasure in creating the category of “unclassifiable”... Yes, some people have become so far removed from the ordinary perception of reality that it would be totally presumptuous to try and pin them down. I respect their mystery, give up trying to confine them anywhere and their enigmatic quality satisfies rather than disturbs me, because I view these explorers’ souls as glittering lights in the memory of cultures which reject them or heap praise on them.

These admirable precursors break the psychological mould of their generation, culture and sometimes also their race and their path can no more be described than it can be followed. Nobody knows exactly where they went and it would be hazarding a guess to invent beautiful lies and to want to say too much about them. This is the case with Rimbaud, Artaud, Daumal and finally Michaux, whom you can hijack or avoid, pigeonhole or forget, because their route remains impenetrable to anybody who has not been forcibly confronted with the absence of his being. They have felt their way, crossed some illegal boundaries and consumed their lives in a passion for a being which hides itself, a passion which buttresses itself with a bitter view of existence, or at least of the human realm. They considered themselves to be creators of the inaccessible, praised the merits of pure experience which differentiates itself from ready-made representations or the opinions of little inner dwarves to whom society asks us to listen. Even if we rightly assume that Satprem took the experience of laying bare the inner self far further than the poets of the inexpressible, he shares a common difficulty with them – that of accepting the world as it is and he also shares with them the will to dig ever deeper beyond what is already known, beyond what has already been authenticated, to reach a new perception of things and primarily of the self. Rimbaud said “I is another” and Michaux dissected himself into past selves who try to live on while the current self is attempting to establish itself, or else he diffracts into three different characters. Artaud was dubious about language, to the point of preferring civilizations without writing. Daumal and Crevel were worn out by the fraudulence of society and the religion of money which definitively abolished the spiritual in European culture and this destroyed them.

I understand them all the more because in my second year of preparation for entry to higher education teacher training college, I nearly jumped from the seventh floor of a building in order to put an end to all this pretence, but then, with my goal in sight, I realized that I couldn’t take myself seriously enough to take my own life. My “unclassifiable” writers live on in my heart and I do not try to penetrate their secrets in the least. For my own part, after this critical period, I had the joy of passing over into unconditional and non-specific love of all things, which I had already had in the previous year. I have been there. So, yes, I do place Satprem in the same category of “unclassifiable” people whom I cannot touch without running the risk of making a vain error of judgement or a vague approximation. Their lives defy all logical representation because they have gone so deep into themselves that the terms failure and success no longer have any meaning in their pure path. None at all. There are no clues to suggest that Artaud’s madness was not beneficial to his soul, despite appearances, because nobody can imagine a better or worse route for him.

Let’s have some respect for the Cathars who annoy us, respect for their commitment which consumes them to excess with a centrifugal force which marginalizes them. Let’s respect them for their radical rejection of all mediocrity or perversity and for penetrating walls against which those without faith hurl themselves, in order to erect altars there. My unclassifiable writers had understood that the mind transforms prisons into gods, letting you go round in circles with an easy conscience and they took the bit between their teeth. What more is there to say?

They shine like stars which have not yet been named and which may hide behind others which are closer and more dazzling. Let us give thanks for explorers of the Word who are sullied by judgements, soiled by praises and hijacked by admiration. They will continue to do their job right under our noses, the dirty job of speleologist which is scorned in favour of climbing towards the clear air of the summits and the superiority of ascensts.

See you on the summit of the Himalayas on 14th July, guys, and don’t forget the champagne or your cameras for the souvenir photo!

Thank you Satprem. When I was suffocating in the depths of nothingness in the winter of 1977, The Divine Materialism was published. I clung to it, believe it or not, and it was my compass in the darkness. All the same, the work goes on.









































Letter, 19th February 2008

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Hello,

It was a difficult decision and I nearly made it on the toss of a coin, before deciding to take advantage of my very good physical health to take the plunge and to prevent the situation from deteriorating insofar as possible. So I dipped my toe in the water, and because I love swimming, I accept all the risks involved. I add my own opinions on Satprem, having been stunned for several months by Luc Venet’s testimony. I pondered, reviewed my past, weighed up my responsibilities as one who is convinced that he is touch with the Supermind, all with the sole aim of opening up paths, as I cannot close them down, believing as I do that I am the supreme proponent of individual liberty. The latter can lead to voluntary submission, which cooperates more effectively with the Divine than superficial, forced submission in the name of duty, dharma, etc., which backtracks at the first sign of a serious obstacle. There you have it, I have criticized Satprem - a crime of lèse-majesté for some and an expression of my personal freedom for others. There will always be two camps – free men who say what they think and slaves who lay down taboos and prohibitions and then censure prior to inflicting torture.

Both sides believe that they are doing the right thing, which gives rise to conflicts, dissent and sometimes to fights. However, it is a feature of the strategy of the Divine, that he allows every living being to defend his values, even if the clash of values runs the risk of becoming an eternal crusade which leads nowhere. This is why major upheavals on earth would enable us to reunite essential values, to unite against real problems and to put an end to the complacency of armchair seekers who waste their time on the internet defending minutiae, as if these formed the core of the vision or the soul of the paradigm. Wasting time in comment and polemics is a French shortcoming, inherited at birth perhaps, against which seekers do not close ranks. The perseverance with which people who are not even really “enlightened” defend their position, has something unhealthy and pathological about it, because what we think is not important, the issue is the fact of being, and time wasted in personal justification is hijacked by Untruth, as Satprem would say. If this were true sincerity, then we would find something better to do than to hurl projections at each other like insults.

I had to back up my defence of Satprem as well as my “technical” reservations concerning him, which involved fleshing out the content and forced me to reveal part of my personal history. As this is actually quite serious and I worship balance, I have written a dictionary with a humorous twist to compensate, which I hope will discredit me in the eyes of those people lacking in perception whom I fear will use my vision of things to harmful ends. It is better to get rid of them straight away. I don’t think that you can laugh about everything with Jews – you encounter dark forces in derision, racism in humour and treachery in certain forms of irony – so my dictionary of the silken tongue claims above all to entertain, to bring a breath of fresh air and not to pour scorn on the narcissists who habitually use it. It’s like that famous gobbledygook which consists of venting one’s anger on objects other than those which provoked it in order to spare them violence on the one hand, and to overcome our resentment towards them on the other. We will share a laugh at overinflated egos and sometimes even our own perhaps, since charity begins at home. That will be in the next update, as you can’t rush a dictionary of cosmic trendiness. It will enable us to laugh at our opponents, which is sometimes the best weapon of all, because they are not all so bad.

The firm support which I receive from certain people provides me with encouragement to increase the number of updates, perhaps to every two months or so, in order to include new texts, as well as writings for which I still do not have a publisher – a diary, a novel and a new essay, which the Divine has just instructed me to write... That aside, I don’t intend to make a mountain out of a molehill and I don’t intend to go on and on praising Satprem or providing endless details concerning the interpretation of his experience, because I did not know him and could easily make mistakes by dissecting his texts. We are not living in an era when you can replay the match with the excuse of doing better next time. It’s a question of pruning and not using subjective disagreements on minutiae as an excuse for decimating the ranks. Being turned towards the Supermind is a profound standpoint, which does not require you to be able to compare Mother, Satprem and Sri Aurobindo.

Ifyou find nuggets of gold in each of them, then so much the better, and if you can get help with moving forward from one or other of them, then so much the better too. If you fall by the wayside because you allowed yourself to be enslaved by a myth instead of taking the risk of being yourself, then too bad.









































Letter, 11th December 2007

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A vocabulary question

There are two ways of using the word Supermind:

The first way is a direct reference to Sri Aurobindo, who gave this name to the original divine energy – the shakti of supreme consciousness. This term is useful in this context as it enables you to group together the four aspects of the Divine mother and also because it contains consciousness, which by definition accompanies this type of energy. At the end of the day, it is a highly technical term, which means very little when taken out of context. The second way of using the word Supermind is completely false. It consists of taking the word “mental”, which we all know describes the mind which thinks, and assuming that something exists above this, which is where we have to go. In this context, the word Supermind is no more than a meaningless intellectual category, but is likely to cause confusion among the innocent, who will imagine that a wonderful world awaits them if they cross the realm of thought in an upward direction. Personally, I would like those who want to use the word outside the context of Sri Aurobindo's vision to write it with a hyphen between 'supra' and 'mental', so that they can continue to describe the overall planes which they imagine to be above the mind, while abandoning appropriating divine shaktis so easily. Nothing is easier than playing on words and what is in fact peculiar to a consciousness which is truly developing is that it passes through the signifier immediately, in order to savour the signified. Personally, I am even prepared to abandon the term Supermind were it to quickly become hackneyed and to carry on being transformed nonetheless by the mother of worlds.

The manifestation would no longer be what it is if it did not allow cheats and forgers to create new illusions. While ever the human race continues to be fascinated by the mind, it will enjoy replacing reality itself by words which describe it, in order to become intoxicated easily, just like somebody who enjoys a wine all the more for having switched the label. The Supermind can become a lure and this is totally in keeping with our history. Hundreds of Christian sects were created by hijacking the word love - to which Jesus gave a particular meaning - in order to turn it into something else and this was very successful. It would, therefore, be understandable that were the word Supermind gradually to become a part of everyday language then it would become a byword for all sorts of movements which would have nothing to do with its origins or its ends. Swindlers come along, forcing every Tom, Dick and Harry to become an expert in discernment and requiring us to be extremely vigilant: they put our aspiration to the test and disguise the path with deceptive signs, so that each person must become truly responsible for their own steps, mistakes and their own discoveries.