July 15, 1967 Someone here, whose name is S., a man over forty (oh, yes, much older than that, I think he is approaching fifty), has been Page 214 learning French, but so energetically that he writes French really remarkably. He regularly sends me questions in French, and because of the care with which he writes, I reply. The other day, he wrote to me (I forget his exact words, but it was very well put) that he had just realized that aspiration for progress and the result of the aspiration were both the divine Grace, the effect of the divine Grace.... So I thought, "Well, well, let me see if he knows French well enough to have a sense of humor." And I replied this: "One

July, 1965 I am tired of our unworthiness. But it is not to rest that this body aspires, it is to the glory of your consciousness, the glory of your light, the glory of your power, and above all, to the glory of your all-powerful and eternal love. [[See Agenda VI of July 21, 1965. ]] Page 387

March 11, 1967 There is a question of terminology. I would like to put a noteat the beginning of the third volume of "Questions and Answers," in which I say: "We found it fit to begin this new volume with the Talk of February 29, 1956, because on that day, during the meditation that followed the class, there took place ..." What? "The first descent of the supramental forces into the Inconscient"? (Mother shakes her head) It was: Light-Force and Power. And it wasn't into the Inconscient, it was into the earth atmosphere. Light-Consciousness-Power? "Consciousness" is part of the totality, it will come later. Supramental Light-Force-Power? Yes. And is the word

February 22,1967 (Mother gives Satprem the text of an answer:) "Why is the choice imperative?" "Because we are at one of the 'hours of God' as Sri Aurobindo puts it - and the transforming evolution of the world has taken a hastened and intensified movement." (silence) Are you tired? Not tired ... - it's confusion. The nights are good, but the mornings ... (Mother shakes her head) (meditation) Page 61

February 25, 1967 (Mother gives Satprem a rose the color of fire.) Do you think Nature will ever invent something better than this?... I don't think so. Page 61 It's beautiful, this Nature! I find this more beautiful than animals. From the point of view of consciousness, it's obviously more limited; a plant doesn't have the consciousness an animal has - they have this aspiration towards the light, but the consciousness isn't precise. But from the point of view of material organization it's incomparable. Take a tree like this one (the coconut tree under Mother's window), I see it all the time, this tree, it's wonderful! And how it struggles, how it works, how it produces ...

October 14, 1967 (The conversation begins an hour late. Sujata gives Mother flowers called "Transformation.") Two for you (to Sujata), two for you (to Satprem), and one for me.... It's to prompt the body to transform itself! (Mother slips a flower through her buttonhole) It tries its best, people don't leave it much time to look after itself.... It's getting worse and worse.... The nights are shorter; during the day, the moment when I used to be able to rest is gone. So it's kept constantly, constantly busy. Not very easy. *** Soon afterwards All of a sudden, yesterday afternoon towards evening (around six, or a little before), there came a sort of atmosphere of ... (wh

November 22, 1967 (Mother takes flowers) I'll put them in water.... Flowers are the beauty of life. And there is a progress. Oh? At the end of the physical demonstration [[Every year on December 2, all the children of the School and all the disciples taking part in sports carry out a general demonstration of physical culture. ]] [on December 2], all the children will pray in chorus, and the prayer has been written by me. I will read it to you. But I hadn't thought about it: they asked me for it, and I wrote it. They must have read the Bulletin, and then they asked me for a prayer - a prayer that would really be the body's. I answered: Page 375 THE PRAYER OF THE

July 12, 1967 (Mother had asked Satprem to listen for her to a recording of European music.) That screaming soprano was quite simply abominable. Even Schubert's music, even Haydn's trio seemed to me artificial. I can no longer hear music. Now and then, two or three notes are very good, but the rest is mental construction. I can no longer hear music. Except for Sunil's music - that's all right. Still, there are "stopgaps," but not too many, not a lot. *** Yesterday, I received twenty-six letters in a single day! Today, there's already a pile of them! So how can they imagine I'll find the time to answer?... I reply to four, five, six letters a day, I think that's g

Undated ... because I do know nobody who could make a grown-up body into which I could step without losing my consciousness. Page 388

November 10, 1967 Last night again, for a long time in that same place. It's strange, because I wouldn't be able to tell the precise memory of all that took place, but with every circumstance of the morning, every moment the impression is, "Ah, this was decided last night ... ah, I saw that last night...." Like that. Strange. And it's always the night before the day when I am to see you. *** (Mother reads out the message she intends to distribute for January 1, 1968:) "Remain young. Never stop striving towards perfection." *** (Then Mother goes into a long contemplation lasting nearly forty-five minutes.) Anything to say, or to ask?... As for me, I can stay