ATEM, LIFTING THE VEIL A WHILE

or: the adventure of a consciousness

He said:  I did something completely unexpected, unheard before, this action has  additioned to the different possible approaches we have with the inner divinity. It is too early to say which will be the result because in a sense, I myself am the result of that action and  as far as I know the process has not reached yet the end. 
I have stepped on virgin unxeplored land.

"Would you please explain exactly what you did ?  Students are convinced that after Sri Aurobindo there´s no unexplored land anymore".

"Mine is not related, or not directly related with layers of consciousness of a being, but with the possibilities of the being itself, in that, I have stepped in an ignored land. 
 Since thousand of years the yogui, the sadhu, the ashramite, undertook a sadhana having as supreme aim in their lives to finally release themselves on the hands of the inner divinity, the inner Self, but none has ever volitively refused the presence of the Self  having the Grace of knowing it.
 I rapresent a singularity in the field of self discovery, an "unheard-of-before" case, and it has to produce some result somewhere. Otherways it will only affect my own personal sphere and relation with the divinity, but having subtely met Sri Aurobindo and Satprem in several occasions since then, I have reasons to believe it may affect things other than myself.

"What exactly happened"?  "Could you be more explicit about the experience"?

" I had been sitting cross-legged from early dawn till sunset, unmoving the whole day.
 My mind absorbed in a silence into which could be impossible to harbour a single thought. At every breath the ecstasy renewed incessantly, submerging my whole being into an unending rapture of joy, my consciousness sat above my physical head, the Spirit expanded time into an eternal Now. A fathomless  Singular Presence which only could be God itself was the only reigning Identity.
 Than another identity arose within my breast and said to the divine Presence: I can wait after death to enjoy this Communion, while living, the miserable conditions of the human being makes me impossible to delight in this Joy.

It took hours to get the consciousness back from its seat above the head, at the same time the ecstasy slowly remitted till I got back into an ordinary consciousness.
Sitting by the pond under the stars I knew I had just made a choice which would affect my whole life.
Then suddenly  the words of Sri Aurobindo resounded within my mind: it is not for us that we do our sadhana but for the earth. Our, is the yoga of the earth.

Yes, divine Master!  How true your words! Now they where clear and meaningful as never before.

 Till then I had been looking for a personal freedom, but now that aim was not important anymore, my need had shifted from my personal sphere to assume imperfection on earth as my own incumbency, I had not a personal tread anymore, not a personal destiny anymore but bounded to the destiny of the earth. 

When Sri Aurobindo met that white infinity he remained there, went farther, I went the other way round. He went up, I went below.

I have created a singularity, in a sense, I have forced the divinity to answer and provide to such a singularity which has never produced before. The fact is that even when there was such refuse of fusion with the Self, nowadays I had reached it, that fact could not be ignored and had to produce some reaction. Hopefully I had ignited some ignored mechanism which could add a momentum to the adventure of the consciousness.

Years later, when I met Sri Aurobindo it remainded me of his period in jail in Alipore, while receiing the subtle visits of Vivekananda, I could enjoy his subtle presence and ear for several nights his teaching about the characteristics of "this consciousness", he never used any other term to describe it, not supermental, overmental or whatever, he always referred to it as "this consciousness".

You know that during one of this visits he showed me the Vision of Savitri and the future earth, which is here reported, and this, in answer to his requirement, so I can´t really say how my life is tied to His work, but there lay the evidence of a connection.

Having seen Satprem twice too, both in his subtle body, leads me to believe there is a reciprocal connection, but I am the less aware of my condition because as I said I´m exploring a singularity.

It is difficult to convey the whole of the implications of my circumstance, in part I´ve been doing it while writing in this blog, but much of what is happening is so subtle that I can hardly describe it. For instance, some of my experiences recall the ones Satprem describes, as reaching the bottom of a well with the sensation it was not possible to go farther, I found myself twice in such a well, I remember quite well the sensation, as it was not possible to dig deeper than that rocky bottom.

Another experience similar to Satprem is the one he describes in    http://flammedalterite.wordpress.com/notebooks-of-an-apocalypse/  :

  something happened... There was a slow-slow immobility in the whole body, an extraordinarily dense and powerful immobility,...and that something was totally unknown and new, without any human equivalent −.... as if one was going into something else but without moving! 

 With little difference I could describe the experience with his very words. 
In the time-line I´m much closer to Satprem than to Sri Aurobindo himself, what the Master discovered was later developed and in the course of time, perspectives and even experiences slightly differed, there where new developments, I could continue farther but I will stop here for today.

I will post next some more information, and describe some of the visits of the Master.

SATPREM

Vision.2005 (Satprem)

While the body is sleeping suddenly my subtler form starts sinking into the deep waters of the ocean, though I'm surprised, yet I'm not alarmed.

While descending I can see bubbles of gas leading towards the surface.
When I reach the bottom, there´s a man with me.
He is Satprem.
I don't know why I know his name because he hasn't said  a word. I just know it and that's all.

Even, he is dressed in his favourite manner, in white clothes covered with a black robe on top of them.

We silently observe the bottom of the ocean for a while, somewhere not too far from where we are there is the origin of the bubbles I´ve seen before.  

"Here is where originates the oxygen for the Earth". He says.

(I found it strange affirmation to say so, because everybody knows the oxygen is not generated in the depths of the ocean... so, what is he trying to convey me? And yet at that moment it seems logical, and whatever he is trying to tell me in that symbolic manner must have a truth of its own).

We are now entering a small white grotto with its walls and ceiling fully covered with symbols in black. It  looks as an hermit were living in that place and in the course of the years had been tracing  the symbols on the white walls during its long permanence there.

I'm surprised, especially from the fact that the grotto is dry and the water makes a transparent curtain at the entrance, as a force kept it out of the grotto.

There inside all is dry and full of oxygen that we can freely breath.

We are staring at the symbols on the wall, some of them are planetary symbols, I recognize the one for Saturn and the one for Jupiter, but most of them are of unknown origin and meaning.

For a while he shows me some of them and explains me their meaning, he certainly has a deep knowledge of them because he goes from one to another with ease, but then, at a certain point my consciousness starts whirling  and I'm aware I'm losing attention...then all disappears and I found myself back into my physical body, awake in the middle of the night.

My mind keeps a fresh memory of the happening and I get back on it specially grateful of having had the opportunity of meeting Satprem: during the previous months I had the chance of meeting Sri Aurobindo several times, but now my heart is extremely delightful to make subtle acquaintance too, with one of his most outstanding disciple and one which is very dear to me, the one who acknowledged me about Mother and Sri Aurobindo and introduced me to integral yoga in my youth.
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Uncatalogued pages IV (english)

Vision. 2007 (Satprem)

I'm looking at Satprem, I'm certain about it, but...where are we?...
It is impressive...it is a world of green and blue Light and Glory...there´s anything else then this Light and Glory everywhere...such impressive depth...and Satprem...looks as transfigured...is him,... but he seems within a Body of Glory, enveloped as he is, with a green-blue robe at the guise of ancient gods, and the robe itself seems made out of that same light...He has a beautiful radiation around himself...all is so unexplainable that I'm result somehow confused, but  in some deep part of myself I feel united to this beautiful  person from which I perceive a warm and friendly effulgence...He is irradiating me with his Presence...this is, I understand it...
Then all has disappeared.

Uncatalogued pages IV (italiano)

Visione. 2007 (Satprem)

Sto vedendo Satprem, ne sono sicuro, ma dove siamo ... è impressionante ... è un universo di luce e gloria verde-azzurra ... non c´è nient'altro che questa Luce con una impressionante profondità, non é statica, é una Luce viva ... e Satprem ... è come trasfigurato ... è lui, peró come in un "corpo di gloria", ed è avvolto, come degli antichi dei, da una tela dello stesso colore di quel mondo ... anzi si direbbe proprio fatta di quella stessa luce ... ne sento irradiare...è bellissimo ... é tutto così insolito che ne sono in parte confuso... non capisco realmente che cosa sto vedendo...
ma in una parte del mio essere sono unito a questa bellissima persona dalla quale sento effulgere una profonda amicizia verso di me....Mi sta irradiando con la sua presenza...ecco, ho capito...
E poi tutto è scomparso.

Uncatalogued pages III (italiano)

Visione. 2005 (Satprem)

Sto scendendo nelle profondità sottomarine, ne sono sorpreso, ma non allarmato.
Mentre scendo verso il fondo vedo bolle di ossigeno gorgogliare sotto di me, e quando raggiungo il fondo c'è un uomo accanto a me. È Satprem.
Non so perché lo so, perché non me lo ha detto. Lo so e basta.
Anzi, va vestito come piace a lui, di bianco con una tunica nera sopra.
Stiamo guardando le bolle di gas che provengono da qualche parte laggiù sul fondo, e tutte insieme si dirigono verso la superficie.
- Qui è dove ha origine l'ossigeno della Terra.
(È una strana affermazione, in quanto so bene che l'ossigeno non si produce nel fondo del mare ... quindi che cosa mi sta dicendo?... Ma in quel momento mi sembra logico che sia cosí, e qualsiasi cosa stia cercando di dirmi in simboli, deve essere certamente vero ed avere un suo senso).
Ma adesso siamo entrati in una piccola grotta bianca con le pareti tutte ricoperte di simboli in nero, quasi disegnati da qualche eremita che ne avesse risieduto a lungo.
Ne sono sorpreso, anche perché, stranamente, la grotta è libera dall'acqua ed asciutta mentre la liquida cortina si ferma all'entrata senza poter irrompere.
E così siamo lì all'asciutto e possiamo respirare liberamente.
Stiamo osservando i simboli insieme, qualcuno è un simbolo pianetario, riconosco quelli di Saturno e Giove ... me ne sta indicando altri e me ne sta spiegando il significato ... ma la mia coscienza si sta facendo turbinosa ...sto perdendo attenzione...
tutto scompare.

Active Meditation

Active Meditation
When we sit with our eyes closed to silence the mind, we are at first submerged by a torrent of thoughts; they crop up from every side, like frightened or even aggressive rats.
(Satprem, "The Adventure of Consciousness")
http://integral-yoga2.narod.ru/IntegralYoga/Satprem/Adventure_of_Consciousness/Satprem.Adventure_of_Consciousness.eng.htm

Some people was critical with Satprem's flowery language and thought there was something wrong with him, but it was comprehensible when he felt himself to belong to that wave of symbolic and sacrilegious poetry and poets which appeared in France in the last decades of 1800, of which he shared somehow that bohemian kind of life and reasons of existence at least for a season. He was born an adventurer, and so he looked at Consciousness, as an Adventure.

But here in this sentence is not Satprem what we look at but the traditional approach of an european mind and the traditional position. That sentence basically means: sit, meditate, silence, achievement of silence. But when we analyze closer the sentence we see there are possible remarks to be made.
The first and most important: How is it that the very root of the noise may produce silence?
The ego, that we associate to the thinking mind, is that noise. Is it possible that the noise may produce silence out of itself?

Because we may be led to think that if some silence is there, it is because of the operations and stern attitude of the ego, when actually it has nothing to do with the silence, which is -in fact- what is there when the ego is -not there-.

Another point is : that silence is to be reached sitting in meditation, and what happen with the rest of  the day? Is it noise allowed or silence?
And after all what is meditation?

We have to came to the evident conclusion that "ego" and "silence" are -concomitant-, but not interdependent, because noise may not produce silence out of itself.
You understand the point here.
So, the real question to be posed would be: how to set ideal conditions for that silence to manifest itself, to emerge spontaneously, because if it is not spontaneous it will be a manipulation of the ego, an instrumentalization of the silence for our own purpose and not for the purpose of the silence, which may well have a different purpose from our own. Because we want the silence to stop our thoughts, not for  what the silence is in -itself-; we set a series of circumstances which looks negative to us and we want to substitute that with another set of opposed circumstances as bliss, peace, etc., we actually are merchandising silence, we are trying to make a smart business, by selling something we don´t give any value and exchanging it with a new and wonderful set of privileged bliss and spiritual knowledge.

After all, who and why is searching for silence?
An ego tired of himself and its limitations? Who wants silence? Why?
Because it seems an historical or doctrinaire proof that something has been achieved by sitting in meditation?
Is it the great alchemy of the being we are looking for, to which silence seems akeen?
But is this great alchemy something we built, or it expresses itself when the ego is not there?
You understand those are important questions, because we want to learn how to meditate, and basically we do not even know what meditation is.
So to start with: What is meditation?
An action, within that same field of wanting to produce silence.
So it is a movement vitiated from the beginning, because we are -presuming- a result into that direction, the ego is trying to extend its purpose into a next future, you see, it is a farther mental operation, which may exclude any other thing meant to manifest itself.
Because we have linked again meditation with silence. As an indissoluble thing.
But, and if meditation were something larger than this we are expecting, or different, how could we program its manifestation?
Again, is that a -legitimate- movement?
Evidently, to know what meditation is we need attention.
Attention to the process, which is not a process to be established routinely at fixed hours in time, but pretends to involve our whole life at any moment, because we -know- somehow, we feel a certain urgency that a change should be made and that change has to be a whole radical change, that meditation should be something more complete, which breaks with routine and devolve its meaning to life.

So at first sight it seems that meditation should be purposeless, at least not with the purposes of the ego, and it needs to sustain itself on attention, and needs to be an action extended in time, not a clock-directed purpose of spiritual transformation.
But why we want to transform and what?
If meditation sustain itself on attention, then, -attention- is here the most important element, sitting in meditation would be of subordinate value. We sit in meditation so to produce attention.
But is attention produced by the mind or the ego?
Or rather is a condition of being, as much the noise or the silence are?
So, what is attention?
It is evidently not a purpose.
If I concentrate on what I'm reading, the mind and my breath becomes still, but attention do not belong to that mind, it is something beyond it.

The attachment to results in meditation may become one more of the attachments we pretend to free ourselves!
Instead is important to understand the process of attention, which is all what is meant to achieve sitting in asanas, or in many other different ways man has discovered since its appearance.
When we give attention to the whole process, we certainly see the breath and the attention are related.
And we see that a deeper attention needs almost a suspension of the breath, and we know that a few deep breaths concentrate the mind as we often see athletes in television before their performance.
So we -know-, we spontaneously know the relation with breath and being, meditation takes out that spontaneous knowledge we -already- have, or rather -are-.
But it may be an error to  think that -only- sitting in meditation that can be achieved.
In this sense, the whole Nature truly meditate, birds and animals and trees and flowers, but only the human doesn't...
It is because they, the animals, are what they are, with attention.
They do not pretend being something else, but express their true nature.
Without complication of any kind, just plain and simply that.
So may be we should ask ourself if meditation asks to reflect that original condition as a previous movement, if the base of meditation is just -being oneself-.

IIIpart -Russia in the Vision

This psychological  intercourse we are considering of groups with wider groups and the connection they have with collective consciousness (that we can observe in akashic memories or subtle vision of things),  is also true in the relation of the individual with that general consciousness for the natural link he has with it.

We have seen as, the single will of the nation is an outstanding result, and yet the very embryo of the change was in the thoughts of the thinker and in the vision of the visionary which gave words to the need of the times, and when the man of action met with the thinker it spread into an action of larger repercussions.
The function of the -idea- was of fundamental importance for Sri Aurobindo, which mentioned it in different works, the following is from "The Human Cycle":

" There are even historians who deny or put aside as of a very subsidiary importance the working of the idea and the influence of the thinker in the development of human institutions. The French Revolution, it is thought, would have happened just as it did and when it did, by economic necessity, even if Rousseau and Voltaire had never written and the eighteenth century philosophic movement in the world of thought had never worked out its bold and radical speculations".

"The proletariat among us is sunk in ignorance and overwhelmed with distress! exclaimed Sri Aurobindo soon after disembarking in India. It was not metaphysical questions that preoccupied him, but questions of action. To act: we are in the world to act. But what action? And above all, what method of action would be the most effective? This very practical concern would remain with Sri Aurobindo from his very first days in India right up to his highest yogic realizations".
 (from Satprem,  "The Adventure of Consciousness") http://integral-yoga2.narod.ru/IntegralYoga/Satprem/Adventure_of_Consciousness/Satprem.Adventure_of_Consciousness.eng.htm
The fact that Sri Aurobindo gave so much importance to the psychological aspect and relation between thinker/mass, is because he was quite aware of its own function.
In fact, is historically known was he himself which acted as a revulsive into the Indian consciousness of the time by promoting the very first independent movement which later reached with Gandhi its purpose.
Such an extraordinary influence on a whole nation by the thoughts of a man and a handful of followers serves to illustrate how things works.
They acted as a resonance of the latent will of the people, their writings attracted larger groups till it was constituted a movement of national importance which influenced historically the destiny of the nation by taking back their legitimate right to an autonomous life without any intervention from outer powers (in this case the Royal Crown).

(all the following are excerpts from Sri Aurobindo´s work "Ideals and Progress")

"When ideals enlarge themselves, when they become forceful, widely recognized, when different ideals enter into the field, clash and communicate their thought and force to each other, then the race rises to its great periods of activity and creation. And it is when the ideal arisen, vehement, energetic, refuses to be debarred from possession and throws itself with all the gigantic force of the higher planes of existence on this reluctant and rebellious stuff of life and matter to conquer it that we have the great eras which change the world by carrying out the potentialities of several centuries in the action of a few decades.
The union of the great idealist with the great executive personality who receives and obeys the idea is always the sign of a coming realization which will be more or less deep and extensive in proportion as they are united or as the executive man seizes more or less profoundly and completely the idea he serves and is able to make permanent in force what the other has impressed upon the consciousness of his age".

"Not only is the upheaval and fertilizing of the general consciousness by the thinker and the idealist essential to the practical realization of great changes, but in the realization itself the idealist who will not compromise is an indispensable element"...

"But he true idealist is not the servant of the letter or the form; it is the idea which he loves and the spirit behind the idea which he serves".

"Man approaches nearer his perfection when he combines in himself the idealist and the pragmatist... such were Napoleon and Alexander. Napoleon with his violent prejudice against ideologist and dreamers was himself a colossal dreamer, an incurable if unconscious ideologist; his teeming brain was the cause of his gigantic force and accomplishment. The immense if shapeless ideas of Alexander threw themselves into the form of conquests, cities, cultures; they broke down the barriers of Greek and Asiatic prejudice and narrow self-imprisonment and created an age of civilization and soul-interchange".

"But these great personalities do not contain in themselves the combination which humanity most needs; not the man of action driven by ideas, the pragmatist stirred by a half-conscious exaltation from the idealistic, almost the mystic side of his nature, but the seer who is able to execute his vision is the higher term of human power and knowledge "...

"And times there are, ages of stupendous effort and initiative when the gods seem no longer satisfied with this tardy and fragmentary working, when the ideal breaks constantly through the dull walls of the material practical life, incalculable forces clash in its field, innumerable ideas meet and wrestle in the arena of the world and through the constant storm and flash, agitation of force and agitation of light the possibility of the victoriously fulfilled ideal, the hope of the Messiah, the expectation of the Avatar takes possession of the hearts and thoughts of men. Such an age seems now to be coming upon the world. But whether that hope and expectation and possibility are to come to anything depends upon whether men prepare their souls for the advent and rise in the effort of their faith, life and thought to the height and purity of a clearly-grasped ideal. The Messiah or Avatar is nothing but this, the divine Seer-Will descending upon the human consciousness to reveal to it the divine meaning behind our half-blind action and to give along with the vision the exalted will that is faithful and performs and the ideal force that executes according to the vision.

Sri Aurobindo: "Ideals and Progress".
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So that whomever think and act along those lines is linking himself with this psychological general atmosphere at whatever degree of that influence.
The subtle world teach of the influence the individual has on the general consciousness as much the reverse. It shows the subtle mechanisms through which it becomes possible.
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Thought-forms

today is not a mystery anymore that -thought is energy-, as science has created devices moved by that energy, and seems progressing towards farther discovering.
Thought is energy and it create and leaves subtle patterns in the mental atmosphere.
This is how the thoughts of the thinker  reaches the masses activating them, giving words to their very subliminal need which is there potentially but needs of the intellectual fire of the thinker to be set afire.
Sri A. and Mother clearly stated that a thought travels around the globe, (around the mental general consciousness).
Depending on its frequency it may deeper, or less deep, influence that mental environment.

The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (III)

That night, as soon my body fell asleep, I found myself awake on the "other side".  I only lost consciousness for a few  moments while the physical body fell asleep, because I hadn't  acquired yet the necessary skill to keep conscious the whole transition, but from that moment on, the physical body continued sleeping while I remained awake. At all the effects, I had never fall asleep.

I was, as to say, a body of consciousness, my mental faculties where all there intact in the transition, and more: now I had a conscious acquaintance and access to a limitrophe condition of being and space of existence.

I would call it a mental body, in a mental space or level.                                                   

This necessary introduction doesn't make any justice to the speed of the process because within moments  as soon as I was aware of the transition, I started a spontaneous ascent into that blue mental atmosphere charged with a whitish fog everywhere, till I remained suspended in the middle of nowhere. 

I concentrated all my attention around me and through that fog, but there was nothing else than that fog. 

Then, an inner injunction alerted me to increase attention, and when I did an invisible swirl at the level of my eyes pierced that fog, and suddenly I saw them. 

It was a circle of beings not far from me.
They were handsome.
They looked all male, with black hair till the base of the neck, all dressed with a blue robe which left their right arm uncovered as the Buddhist monks, or rather,  as the ancient gods in Renaissance paintings or Greek representations.
 The color of their skin was of a pale shade of blue. 

They looked like gods or higher beings of some rank, certainly of a very noble nature, and seemed at ease levitating in the middle of nowhere.

At first I felt somehow embarrassed to present myself there uninvited, and for a moment didn't know what to do, but the next moment I heard a warm, unison telepathic welcome and the invitation to join the group.

In that fog, I had not many options left but join the unfamiliar circle of six or seven, sharing a common telepathic channel and taking part in their activity.

In that new condition of perception, I could appreciate that in spite of their physical similarity, inwardly they each had quite a different and exquisite personality.

Their main interest was an object floating in the middle of the circle.

At first sight it looked like the seed of a plant, big as a dish and open in two halves.

Soon my attention was attracted by one of them saying something like: "At this point, we should say too, that...(don´t remember anymore the whole sentence), in so saying he  uplifted his right arm making a gesture as taking the whole mental concept as "from high", then his arm descended toward the seed with a mudra of his fingers, placing the concept into the seed.

"But then", said another one, "if we say this, we should also say..." (again don´t remember the whole sentence), but he does the same gestures as the previous one, till a number of them give their opinion.

At that point it had become clear that these beings were mental beings of some sort and they were dealing with thoughts and concepts, they could create coherent lines of thoughts, while seeming to have access to some kind of  invisible "mental reservoir" of concepts of different kind, dealing with them with an absolute coherence which I can clearly follow, and then putting them into the seed.

At that point the seed itself attracted  more my attention and I focused on it.

What did look like a seed, looked now a typewritten sheet of paper with sentences on it, and for a few moments I asked myself how was it possible that in such perfection of beings and concepts, things could not be better arranged than presenting a paper seemingly written with an old typewriting machine with some letter out of line. Me too had one such machine with that same regretful defect.

I made an extra effort in order to focus exactly on the sense of the whole writing, but then, I could not avoid a sudden and deep surprise!

The written page was exactly an article of mine on certain aspects of the integral yoga (of Sri Aurobindo) which I myself was writing at that moment! And the defects I detected on the page were those of my own typewriting machine!

That sudden, incredible awareness made me literally fall badly down back into my body again, waking up immediately.

I went to the table, the sheet of paper was still on the roller in all similar, even in the defects of imprints, to the one I just saw. 

That morning, when I sat again to my table in front of the typewriter with the intention to conclude the article, my mind went again to that unknown fellows of the mental world, I asked myself if they were around me invisible and I tried to reflect their observations, which after all was mine as well because I started writing it even before knowing of their existence.

I believed to be the only author of the article,(it was one about the future abolishing of physical death) but now it seemed as other beings had taken part in styling it, only one thing was not clear at that moment: if this happen with any people concentrated and writing on "spiritual matters", or it was a more punctual relation.

For their look and behavior, and for the situation in itself, later I found a mention of similar beings by  Mother (Mira Alfassa) when she mentioned a bluish being at Satprem´s back (citation needed), which she identified as a Muse, incidentally Satprem was at that time writing a book on integral yoga.

This curious association of my article with mental bluish beings  doesn't end here, and it has an incredible follow, since it became the very only physical element I had to verify if my encounters with Sri Aurobindo were real. 

In fact, not much later, I started to have a series of contacts with Sri Aurobindo while being into my subtle body at night. 

The experiences with the Master had been of such a tenor, that I hardly believed truly happened.
On one occasion, he showed me images of a far future,  and even if a part of me firmly believed,
I admit the rational part had severe doubts, it had been such an astonishing experience that I rather tough I'd fall into some great hallucination.
But it ought not to be so.
At the following night, as soon as the body fell asleep and I recovered my mental body, I experienced a sudden fast movement as I were traveling or moving through space at incredible speed.
The travel ended up in India. I immediately recognized the light that lights the Indian noons. I had been there physically several times before, and there was nothing that could have mis-leaded me.
I landed in a room with a window open on a patio with a typical Indian tree and abundant green vegetation.
A man was sitting at a table by the window giving his back to me.
The man was evidently alive and immersed in reading something.
I was at a time surprised to be there and ashamed of being there without the man noticing my presence into his room, as I felt I had invaded his own private space without announcing myself. The next moment Sri Aurobindo appeared at my right side.
My surprise grew in size and I was almost to verbalize it when the Master made a silent gesture to keep quite and observe what was happening.
So I did.
I could perceive a psychological atmosphere surrounding the man, and from where I was, I could see enough of his face to be quite sure he was European. I became aware we were in Auroville.
What attracted me mostly was that peculiar mental atmosphere that surrounded the man.
I could clearly perceive he was of an inquisitive mood, rather critical of the work he was reading, I could clearly sense he was searching for "heretic thinking", as he had invested himself with the authority to decide whether the writing was an orthodox or  an heretic one.
But it resulted a vitiated way of judging since the start, as it spread around him the mentioned  mental atmosphere that was really unpleasant to perceive, and in addition to it, though he seemed quite bent to intellectually recognize a high value to the teaching of the Master, he had no perception at all of the presence of the Master at his back, as he never demonstrated any degree of perception of it but continued undisturbed in his activity.
I turned my eyes a moment toward Sri Aurobindo as for assuring myself I was giving attention to the right things he had call my attention on, then I leaned over the shoulder of the man in order to see what he was reading, and...oh surprise!
He was reading the same article which I had written months earlier when I had had the experience with the mental beings intervening in my article.
I had quite a lot to be surprised with!
I had literally my mouth open but no sound coming out of it, too many questions at a time.
I stood silently observing the Master, waiting for a clarifying answer, but he didn't say a word, only made a gesture with his fingers and the hand as to say: this is how things they are.
At the next moment I wake up again in my body. In Europe.
My article had appeared on a review which I sent to a friend of mine in Auroville. Supposedly, he had given it to the European man to read. I had only one thing to do. Get there physically and ask my friend if such and such a man had any chance to read my article. And if he was in Auroville, try to see him.
And I did. I took a plane and went to Auroville decided to shed some light on the subject.
Having familiarity with my friend, I informed him of my experience in my subtle body in Auroville with the Master, and my need of discovering if the experience had been authentic or was just pure imaginations.
You may understand that the "European man" of my subtle visit had the keys to many of my doubts.
Then my friend asked me to describe the man reading the article.
"Oh, yes", said him after the description, "you have described X. In fact X has been here as a guest, and I gave him the review with your article. I perfectly remember this. He is now at"... (and said a locality in Auroville)...

Back in Europe, I was confronted with some facts of which I could not negate the evidence.
If the last experience with Sri Aurobindo in Auroville was authentic, and it was because the man existed, then all the other experiences with the Master had been authentic, as they all happened during a sequence of some fifteen days or so, and all happened while I was in my subtle body, and as a consequence, my perception of the subtle body was authentic too, though  difficult to prove. 
And If the experiences with the Master were true, then also what he showed me (the future of the earth) had to be considered true and meaningful, as well as what Sri Aurobindo told me in that occasion.
In fact, a moment before to show me the images of the future earth, he told me: "I wish you do something for me".
And was exactly these words I had the most urgent need to verify if they were my hallucination or were true.
But I had not alternative left then believe all had been true.
So that truly the Master had invested me with a requirement.
He had set up a personal relation with me!
But he never told me in clear words what he expected me to do for him.
He left me some clue: the article was a recurrent item in different experiences, I had nowadays a tendency to write, so possibly it could be related with his request.
The very experience in the subtle body in Auroville with Him at my side, had alerted me somehow of how my writings could be received by certain people in the occurrence I would make them public. If I was going to write something about integral yoga, I had not to aspect always a warm indiscriminate welcome.
I also believed to understand, that my writings received some kind of assistance in unknown mental levels I happened to have unconscious access.Who were that bluish beings in the middle of nowhere?
Why they had a relation at all with my writings?
Were they kind of guardians or residents or even gods of higher mental levels whom I happened to meet? A predestined meeting? A purposeful meeting?
I hadn¨t yet all the answers, but the few I had convinced me to continue investigating on the reasons to meet Him and the nature of His wish.