Is there, indeed, anything anywhere?

Prosad : 'A weak mind is prone to fear. Fear is another name for ghosts. A stout mind contains energy. Energy is another name of God.'—If that's true, why do you now say—'We have to recognize Energy owing to the weakness of our mind.' Doesn't that lead to a contradiction?

Mother: A wise, strong and reasoning mind recog¬nizes or looks for Energy. It is in that sense that I said—Only a stout mind contains energy. Owing to a remarkable strength of mind, he can deal with many subjects but not all. When reason comes to the end of its tether, a man has to put his faith in something or other.

Neither Form nor Formless, but there's something to rest on. That's referred to as 'Energy'--the moment a man accepts the principle of Energy—he takes leave of reason. However great his strength of mind may be, he becomes weak at that very moment. So I say, it's the weak man who accepts the principle of energy. If a man can't reason, he lands himself in confusion and at the bottom of that confusion lays fear, unrest dissatisfaction, and apprehension--so on and so forth.

Part of my mind accepts energy and the other part rejects it, too :

There's something called energy, yet it isn't there. There's everything, yet nothing.

Prosad: I don't understand anything about energy or things like that. But you made a reference to 'Supreme Energy'.

Mother: Yes, I did that being fully aware. I have got to put up some figure-head, haven't I? Otherwise what's this energy? There's absolutely nothing. The energy which comes of bodily strength—which enables you to perform various kinds of work— the highest form of that Energy resides in God. Hence we say—He confers Energy.

Where did the word 'energy' come from? When people looked at 'energy' they conceived the highest manifestation of knowledge behind it. They imagined something vast. This is nothing else but that. People saw manifestation of energy and they imagined all that about energy.

Prosad : So part of your mind accepts energy and the other part rejects it, too.

Mother: Right you are. Besides, this mind of mine accepts Form. You speak of Formless; I'm with you there, too. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Be all things to all men. So all this is necessary. You go up step by step and you'll understand everything.

But don't give out what you understand. What can you have by just giving out? You may make it known, but don't ask anybody to go that way. That way is highly inaccessible. So don't assure them by saying that there's no such thing as Energy. That will cause confusion.

There's no question of rejection. I'm for accepting everything.

So much do I think of Him,
Whom I neither know
Nor can recognize!
Lovely He is, I fancy.
Many a garland do I weave
To put round His neck.

0 Thou, lovely one!
I've seen Thee within me—
And have painted Thy figure.
I only think in my fancy
Thou wilt appear indeed.

He whom I don't know
Nor have recognized,
Will possibly come—
Step into my room.
Thus I do up this room of mine
Expecting a guest.

So I went round among all men
I culled from each one
Anything lovely that he has.
Still, O Thou! I think
I haven't made a full tally;
Something is still left out
0 Thou ! Still left out.

Roaming round the world
No response do I get;
Who's there, calling me from within?
Somebody, as it were, calls me indeed.
It only echoes 'Ma*—the Mother;
Sometimes it seems to sound
'Na, 'Na', 'Na'—(No, No, No).

Come, come, and come.
All that's mine, I leave behind
I rush forward, further I rush
Something more I'll search
And bring back
I'll adorn, adorn with all so lovely
Lovely to all,
That—That Splendid One, indeed.

So I set in order one by one
All the things to give it shape,
I create a Form.
God art Thou, Energy is Thine,
Thou art merciful.
Thy slave I would be.

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Author's Bio: 

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 value 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. Listen to what Ma-Mahajnan said once: What I tell you briefly about the early phase. Listen first about my life. I was married off at the age of thirteen. I was the second wife, my husband married for the second time and thus I came into his family. I didn’t get any chance for schooling.” You’ll perhaps weep to hear how I came as a wife, driven by utter poverty or how they packed me off. After that all at once I slowly progressed in the domain of that ‘Nothingness’-- “I’m the Mother; the Nothingness, too.”

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 of Ashram and Temple, got those tape-recorded. 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; An Inaugural Member as a Leading Philosopher of the World : 2006; International Biographical Centre, Cambridge, England; Invited to join The XXII World Congress of Philosophy 2008, held in Seoul, Korea, from 30 July to 5 August, 2008.