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But I had seen. And I had learnt, I had understood that the illness originated from beings
who had been thrown out of their bodies. I had seen this during the First Great War, towards
its end, when people used to live in trenches and were killed by bombardment. They were
in perfect health, altogether healthy and in a second they were thrown out of their bodies,
not conscious that they were dead. They did not know they hadn’t a body any more and
they tried to find in others the life they could not find in themselves. That is, they were
turned into so many countless vampires. And they vampirised upon men. And then over
and above that, there was a decomposition of the vital forces of people who fell ill and died.
One lived in a kind of sticky and thick cloud made up of all that. And so those who took
in this cloud fell ill and usually got cured, but those who were attacked by a being of that
kind invariably died, they could not resist. I know how much knowledge and force were
necessary for me to resist. It was irresistible. That is, if they were attacked by a being who
was a centre of this whirl of bad forces, they died. And there must have been many of these,
a very great number. I saw all that and I understood.

When someone came to see me, I asked to be left alone, I lay quietly in my bed and I passed
two or three days absolutely quiet, in concentration, with my consciousness. Subsequently,
a friend of ours (a Japanese, a very good friend) came and told me: “Ah! you were ill? So
what I thought was true.... Just imagine for the last two or three days, there hasn’t been a
single new case of illness in the town and most of the people who were ill have been cured
and the number of deaths has become almost negligible, and now it is all over. The illness is
wholly under control.” Then I narrated what had happened to me and he went and narrated
it to everybody. They even published articles about it in the papers.

Well, consciousness, to be sure, is more effective than doctors pills!... The condition was
critical. Just imagine, there were entire villages where everyone had died. There was a village
in Japan, not very big, but still with more than a hundred people, and it happened, by some
extraordinary stroke of luck, that one of the villagers was to receive a letter (the postman
went there only if there was a letter; naturally, it was a village far in the countryside); so
he went to the countryside; there was a snowfall; the whole village was under snow... and
there was not a living person. It was exactly so. It was that kind of epidemic. And Tokyo
was also like that; but Tokyo was a big town and things did not happen in the same fashion.
And it was in this way the epidemic ended. That is my story.

— The Mother*

The Mother. The Collected Works of the Mother, Volume 5. Cent ed. Pondicherry: Sri Aurobindo
Ashram Trust; 1976, pp. 182-85.

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