At I in the morning, I had to do another work, because one of our boys, T. (that boy has the makings of a hero), almost single-handedly saved the clinic, but it cost him a fractured skull. At the time, they thought he was done for. They brought me the news, and when the news came I saw, I felt all of a sudden the other experience recede, and then that I was becoming the universal Mother with all the power of the universal Mother. And then, that T. became quite small, like this (gesture of something tiny in the hollow of the hand), and I held him in my hands - but he was all luminous, all luminous - I rocked him in my hands, telling him, "My child, my little child, my dear child ...," like this, and for several hours. That's what saved him, I think. Because his skull was fractured, it had caved in; it had stopped just short of damaging the brain - the caved-in piece was inside, they had to operate, cut open, and remove it. It had stopped just short of the brain. So he will pull through. And I know that that's what saved him. page 31 - Mother's Agenda , volume 6 , 19th Feb 1965