November 18, 1967 (Mother answers appeals.) In her note I felt she was quite distraught. I wanted to keep it to show it to you, but there is such a confusion of letters that I don't know where it's gone. I don't even know ... I wanted to send her a brief note in answer, but I don't even know if I did. Page 374 Because with all this accumulation of work, I have only one possible method - it is every minute to "transfer" and wait for the Impulsion to answer or not. For certain things the response comes right away: I immediately write a line and it's over; with others, I am obliged to keep it aside and wait in order to know what I should do. And among those, some I keep aside

January 4, 1967 About a European visitor My impression was that she should let herself unwind, that her stay here would be good if she could open out, as a flower does, like that, relaxed. She is very tense towards life (Mother clenches her two fists and stiffens): it's "something to keep an eye on" and "beware of"! So if she could ... After all, it's such a great thing when you can say, "Oh, I can have trust, there REALLY is something concrete like a Grace, I can have trust." That would be a great progress. (Mother gives a flower called "Radha") Radha [[In Indian mythology, Radha gave herself wholly to Sri Krishna. ]] is surrender. [[Italics denote words or sentence

October 21, 1967 Yesterday afternoon, I had an experience in relation to a woman who has been in a coma for sixty-five days (!). After fifty or fifty-five days (the whole family was around her, but her son had gone to work), all of a sudden after fifty-five days, because her son had left, she started calling for him, shouting frantically! (Laughing) I think they all had a scare.... And the usual stupid remarks: "She was unconscious." I said, "Good God! But why do you say she was unconscious, you know nothing about it'... She can't express herself, but she isn't unconscious." She is entirely conscious, only the means of expression are damaged, she can no longer use them. And I made a l

July 22, 1967 I told you there is someone here learning French (and learning it very well, I must say) whom I answered with a joke to see if he had a sense of humor. And the next day he, in turn, sent me a joke! "In the work of transformation, who is slower in doing his work, man or God?" My answer: "To man, God is too slow in answering his prayer. " To God, man is too slow in opening to His influence. " But to the Truth-Consciousness, everything is going as it should!" (Mother laughs) Then I have something else. I have been asked questions about music: "What is it we should attend to in music? How to judge the quality of a piece of music? What do you

December 16, 1967 Yesterday evening, Pavitra asked me for a message for the opening of the School today. I wasn't in too good a mood (!) and sent him back. This morning, at five, a message came, and I wrote it down. I had barely written it down when three others came! So I wrote the four of them, and at seven sent them to K., saying that each teacher or class should choose (they are all on the same subject and with the same idea, but shown from different angles). And at eight, everyone already knew! Things spread very fast.... N. told me, "But the messages are for different classes and they haven't been selected!" I said, "No! It's not for me to select, but for the teacher in

May 3, 1967 (Mother gives Satprem a new booklet, brown-colored and with its title in golden letters: "God") I have a very sweet little story: The day before yesterday, people came (yesterday morning, I saw fifty-five people in the room over there ... fifty-five! The day before, there were a little fewer, but maybe forty-five), and there was a small child, less than a year old, carried by his father. He was sleepy, leaning against his father's shoulder, like that. The father came in; when he came near me, the child saw me - he opened his eyes, a man's eyes! It wasn't a child anymore, you understand. Then he looked at me. He had a blissful smile and ... held his hand out to me! He cau

October 25, 1967 Mother reads "Savitri" A divine force shall flow through tissue and cell And take the charge of breath and speech and act And all the thoughts shall be a glow of suns And every feeling a celestial thrill. Often a lustrous inner dawn shall come Lighting the chambers of the slumbering mind; A sudden bliss shall run through every limb Page 352 And Nature with a mightier Presence fill. Thus shall the earth open to divinity And common natures feel the wide uplift, Illumine common acts with the Spirit's ray And meet the deity in common things. Nature shall live to manifest secret God, The Spirit shall take up the human play,

June 3, 1967 A. writes that he received in Paris people who asked for information on Auroville. He answered with a letter, and when he was about to send it, he thought, "Maybe I'd better show it to Mother, after all." He sent his letter - and well he did! Those people asked him the conditions to be admitted to Auroville; he replies, "Oh, that hasn't been decided yet!" (Mother laughs) So I've prepared a little note; because he just says, "Oh, nothing has been decided, we'll see," as though there weren't any Aurovilians yet. I don't know if he did it purposely to discourage people; at any rate, it's not good to write like that. At least three or four hundred Aurovilians have been accepted a

March 7, 1967 I've received a certain number of questions from the older pupils (not the young children, the older pupils) on "death," the conditions of death, why there are so many accidents at present, and so on. I have already answered two pupils. Of course, the answer is on a mental level, but with an attempt to go beyond. There is that sort of mental logic which wants ... yes, which wants things to be deduced from one another according to that logic, and so they have reached ... impossible questions. (the text of the questions:) Are the time and manner of death always chosen by the soul? In large human destructions through bombings, floods, earthquakes, have all the souls c

May 30, 1967 (Mother gives Satprem a soup packet from Israel) Poor Israel ... Oh, it's disgusting! There's another disgusting story. [[President Nasser of Egypt has just closed the Gulf of Aqaba to Israeli ships and proclaimed he wanted "the destruction of Israel." ]] Oh, yes!... That business is trumped up from start to finish, and India - India... Page 160 Bah! India goes and gives her support to that fellow. It's sad. That'sa wicked thing to do. I've got a letter from someone (not from Israel) who writes to me that there is such a spirit of fraternity and collaboration in the country, so strong, the like of which he has never seen anywhere else. Humani