No, it's solely a question of health. If I could.... Listen, I also had a longing to go to the Himalayas, I had a great longing for it when I was in France. When I came here the first time it was fine, I was very happy, everything was beautiful, everything was perfect, but ... oh, to go to the Himalayas for a while! (I have always loved mountains.) I was living over there in the Dupleix house, and I used to meditate while walking back and forth. There was a small courtyard with a dividing wall, and shards of glass were stuck on top of the wall to keep out thieves. And I was meditating - meditating on the spiritual life - when suddenly something caught my eye: a ray of sunlight on a sharp piece of blue glass on top of the wall. And positively, spontaneously, without thinking or reflecting or anything ... I saw the summits of the Himalayas: I was on the summits of the Himalayas. It lasted more than half an hour. It was a marvelous mountain scene, with mountain air and the lightness of the mountains - it was all there. The splendor of sunlight on the Himalayan peaks. After that half hour I hadn't the slightest wish to go! I'd had the FULL spiritual experience of the Himalayas. It was a grace given to me - a gift. page 173 - Mother's Agenda, volume 3, 29th May - 1962