July, 1965 Om, Supreme Lord, God of kindness and mercy. Om, Supreme Lord, God of love and beatitude. I am tired of our infirmity, but it is not to rest that this body aspires, it aspires to the plenitude of Your consciousness, it aspires to the splendor of Your light, it aspires to the magnificence of Your power - above all, it aspires to the glory of Your all-powerful and eternal love. Page 387

August 26, 1967 (Regarding the group "World Union") This World Union, oh, how outmoded they are!... There are hundreds and hundreds of such groups that chatter, do nothing and change absolutely nothing whatsoever. Yes, it has always seemed to me childishness and chatter. Page 268 Oh! ... Moreover, as soon as the group was set up, they kicked out the man who had started it! They did it under the pretext he was dishonest, but still he was the founder. He had gone to Russia, and it was in Russia that the idea of World Union came to him. So four or five of them came together to form this World Union, and fifteen days later they started quarreling - a year later they kicke

November 25, 1967 Regarding Mother's mail It's very often like that: I get nearly twenty-five or thirty letters every day; out of them, I have time to read eight or ten, and at the time of reading them, most often there is no answer: they're at least ninety-eight percent useless. When there is something [worthwhile in the letter], the answer comes right away. Or when there is no answer right away, sometimes (often) I put it aside, and when I am alone, Sri Aurobindo comes and says to me, "Why don't you tell him this?" Then I immediately write it down. It happens very often. And always an answer, oh, with a sense of ridiculousness, of humor touching the exact point where the wea

December 2, 1967 Mother gives "Transformation" flowers and slips one through her buttonhole A general transformation! I have my own here.... So it withers, and when I have my bath I take it out and put it in a glass of water - half an hour later, it's as fresh as if it had just been born! It's very pretty. It's my joy in life. Every morning, I must say, I spend three quarters of an hour arranging flowers like that, and it's all joyful - light, light in everything, without darkness. *** (Then Satprem asks Mother about the conversation of November 22 - the turning point of 1962 and the awakening of the cells' consciousness - which he would like to publish in

October 28, 1967 (Mother tries in vain to slip a "transformation" flower through her buttonhole.) Can I help you? No (Mother closes her eyes and slips the flower through her button hole). When I close my eyes, I see (laughter). But it's true! And I don't do it deliberately: when I want to see, I close my eyes, and I see! It's so natural and spontaneous that I don't even realize it: when I want to do something, if I want to see clearly I close my eyes. *** (Nolini comes in to read Mother his English translation of "Notes on the Way" for the next Bulletin.) I have been wondering about this: maybe if I didn't listen I'd hear quite clearly! (Nolini stares

October 11, 1967 (Sujata gives Mother a flower called "New Birth.") (To Satprem) Tell me, what's a new birth? Being radically different. (After a silence) Becoming new every moment. This morning again, for, oh, more than two hours, absolutely a new person. And every time, with the work, the contact with the world ... [it fades away]. But it doesn't quite return the same, something is gone. For two hours this morning, it was still more than the other day, but not the same thing - never the same thing, never the same experience twice. But it was ... At one point I thought of you and said to myself, Page 331 "Oh, if he were here and could note this down, it would be

December 8, 1967 The only somewhat new thing is that the body is beginning to be a bit ... restless at its decay. Before, it didn't bother about it, it didn't give it any thought; it knew it was going on, but ... Now, it's beginning to be bothered. So perhaps it's a sign, I don't know? It's beginning to be bothered - not psychologically, but like this: when it receives a Command to do something and there is, not exactly an incapacity, but a limitation to the possibility, that starts its unhappiness. So I wondered ... Then at night it's the same thing, it says, "Why such a whole long period of diminishing consciousness?" Diminishing? You understand, it's happy and in what it r

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1967-11-22 November 22, 1967 The prayer of the cells in the body (The prayer of the body's cells) Now that by the effect of the Grace we are slowly emerging out of  inconscience and waking up to a conscious life, an ardent prayer  rises in us for more light, more consciousness: "O Supreme Lord of the Universe, We implore Thee, give us the strength and the beauty, the harmonious perfection  needed to be Thy divine instruments upon earth." Page 388 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

July 29, 1967 (At the beginning of this conversation, Mother expresses her strong displeasure that her so-called note on Arabs and Israelites [[See conversation of June 21, 1967. This was not a note by Mother, but the rough transcription noted by a disciple, which was published outright as being Mother's words. ]] Page 241 was published in "Mother India" under the title "The Jews and the Arabs." Mother protests against the use of the word "Jew," which corresponds to only one Israelite tribe and has taken on a pejorative meaning.) The word has so often been used as an insult.... Anyway, thanks to that, probably because that note was published, things have bee

February 18, 1967 All these last few days I have been considering the proportion that should be maintained between what was accomplished and established in the past and the attitude of complete acceptance of what comes from the future. There is obviously in Nature a tendency to want a slow transformation from what was habitually regarded as "good" (expressive, good, harmonious) to the new Thing. And I was observing the extent to which there is attachment: the attachment of habit, something very spontaneous and uncalculating. Then, recently (yesterday), I had an amusing example. Do you know little S.?[[A twelve-year-old Tamil child, very dark-skinned, adopted three years earlier