July 3, 1965 After Satprem has read out the last "Comments on the Aphorisms"[ [N¡ I 10 of May 29, 1965. ]]: It was so boring that I felt sick. (Satprem protests) Anyway, it doesn't matter. For me it's very different: things always appear old to me, they seem to belong to a faraway past. Especially these last few days.... This cold, for instance (Mother has a bad cold), I clearly saw why I caught it (outwardly the reason is very simple: the person who prepares my cards has a cold and I took the cold along with his cards), but why did I really catch it? Well, it corresponded to an arrow like movement in the consciousness of the cells, and then, naturally, a lag: all that was refu

July 28, 1965 (Satprem suggests the publication, among the quotations in the Ashram "Bulletin," of the text of an answer from Mother to a child. Mother shows as little interest as possible:) Those things are very powerful when they come, they have a transforming power - they exert a pressure on Matter. And then when they have finished their work, it's over - it's sorted, it goes to some corner. It no longer matters. They are actions. They aren't thoughts: they are actions. And once the action is finished, it's finished. I am not going to start talking about what I have done, am I! *** Later Apart from that, how are you? Not too well? Yes, physically I am all right

August 14, 1965 About the Ashram's secretaries: ... I scold him everyday and tell him he is wasting my time. And he looks surprised! Yesterday again, a matter had been fully put in order: I had answered in two words (you see, for me it takes a second to decide; I told him, "This and that must be done - that's all," and it was all), and he goes on reading me all the arguments from everyone's letters! I told him, "But why are you wasting all my time!" So he looked quite bewildered, as if I had told him something that had never occurred to him. With him, anything simple becomes complicated. I thought that was my own particular experience reserved for me! ... I thought he had sc

September 25, 1965 (Following the Security Council's ultimatum, India accepted the cease-fire as of September 22.) So you were right, in the end! I was right ... on what?... Ah, your message to Delhi: "India must fight." Yes. Oh, they don't understand anything. It's a disgusting sight. And as false as can be: they keep on fighting, only they are pretending not to. They are all so pleased with what they've done, they are chortling with glee. No, they're not pleased. You think not? Yes, I know! It reminds me of 1939, Chamberlain coming back from Munich: "Peace in our time"! Yes, exactly. But at the U.N., they are chortling with glee, they're very

April 7, 1965 Are you sleeping well? Not too well, and my sleep isn't conscious: I don't see you. Oh, mon petit (laughing), sometimes I say to myself, "What a fine thing it must be not to be conscious!" Constantly, you know, the whole night, without stop, it streams past - there are, of course, moments when I go into a blissful state, but I am not granted that for long. I'd really like to spend at least four or five hours like that, but I am not granted it. Constantly, constantly ... and what carryings-on! I can't say.... It's neither superconscious nor subconscious ... I might say it is intraconscious - it's just the underside of things. And then ... (Mother shakes her head)

July 14, 1965 Mother holds a series of slips of paper in her hand: This morning I was in a sort of zone - a zone or a vein.... You know, the veins of gold inside the earth? It was like that. In the mental banality of the world, there was a sort of luminous vein going past and in which I found myself plunged - it felt pleasant, it felt very comfortable. And I started noting things down, when those people came with all the usual ineptitudes, each one asking something, each one shut in like this (gesture with blinkers), so it went away. I called it, "A few definitions." The first one was about someone going away who wanted to take something [blessed by Mother] for his family. I told

September 15, 1965 I spent my night in a ... not a hurricane, not a cyclone, but ... worse than any cyclone. I was in a dark room, with glass panes on all sides (that's symbolic), and through the glass panes, I saw ... Everywhere I looked, there was wind blowing in all directions and carrying everything away: houses, trees, everything, but everything. Without letup. Page 241 And an infernal noise. It was clear that it should also have carried away the place where I was, but that didn't move. And an indication. The place where I was was very large (larger than a house), and I went about: I tried to rest somewhere, but the noise and din was so dreadful that it was impossible,

September 22, 1965 What's the next aphorism? It's on silence. Silence ... Oh, it's better to practice that than talk about it. That's an experience I had here long ago: the difference between wanting immediately to spread and use what one has learnt, and, by contrast, the contact with higher knowledge in which one remains as still as possible so it may have a transforming effect. We'll talk about it again another time. The scientific mind is sure of its knowledge only if it is applied, put into practice, and if it yields useful results. That's what they call "knowledge" (!) *** Have you read the report of the United Nations session? Yes, about the cease-fire?

September 8, 1965 (Mother reads a few lines from "Savitri" which she prepares to translate into French. It is Savitri's heart that speaks:) The great stars burn with my unceasing fire And life and death are both its fuel made. Life only was my blind attempt to love: Earth saw my struggle, heaven my victory. (X. III . 638) She says, Life and death are the fuel, then, In my blind attempt Page 235 LIFE ONLY was my attempt to love. [[Mother later stressed again, "It's not Life was only, but Life only." ]] Because my attempt to love was blind, I limited it to life - but I won the victory in death. It's very interesting. (Mother repeats:) Earth saw my st

April 17, 1965 You said there had been a step forward. Is there something new? I had always said that there were two points on which the future hadn't been revealed to me. First, what the first form of supramental life on earth would be exactly, that is to say, the stage that will follow man as he is - just as there was a stage that followed the animal (and which, in fact, disappeared), what is the stage that will follow man, and will perhaps be destined to disappear, too? Then the other point, which was more personal: could the transformation of this body go far enough to allow an indefinite prolongation, or would the work on the cells be somehow partly wasted? Page 71 I can't