Diary   ̶ July 3, 1967

I seem for a moment to have lost hold of Her hand. Fear rises in me and gray shadows abound. A chilling mellowness, a loss of clear vision and the weight of unbearable sadness comes and settles on me. My body responds not to the call of health and fitness.

The waves in the ocean today came pounding relentlessly and I amongst them not daring to lose my foothold or go too far out, stood silently thinking and fear came upon me. I saw those who love thee, O ocean, greet thee an laugh as thy spume hit their faces. They merged into thee, ran shouting and plunging most deep and unafraid and unawed. I stood alone, watching and using and waiting perhaps for the day when my awe will be lifted with love and I will greet thee with joy, a mingling of the One with the One.

Mother, our Mother, soon we will see Thee again in the body Thou hast put on for man. When darkness envelopes and no light is seen O know Thou art here holding me, guiding me, laughing Thy Divine laugh, as the child with his stumblings gropes towards the Light. Thou art all and all is Thee and below Thy feet, eternity.