December 31, 1965 (About Satprem's recent letter to Mother:) Have you received my answer? (Mother makes a gesture of mental communication) No? I talked to you a great deal, a very great deal. I have a feeling of having seen you several times these last two nights, but ... I was always trying to set up the tape recorder to record what you were telling me, but it wasn't working! (Mother laughs, then after a silence) Don't you really feel where your difficulty is?... It's a lack of satisfaction, no? What's called in English frustration, something that's disappointed. Yes, but that's just one way of putting it. Another way would be, "Something unaccomplished." Yes, but "som

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1965-09-15 September 15, 1965 (Letter to Mother from Sujata) September 15, 1965 Little Mother, After what you said this morning, I am wondering if we, the young, do not as citizens of India have the duty of offering our service to the country. Or at least to prepare ourselves for this possibility? Your child who loves you, Signed: Sujata (Mother's answer) For those who are capable of it, the service to the divine Work is infinitely more important than the service to the country. I do not think I have said anything this morning that could contradict this undeniable fact. Signed: Mother Page Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

August 25, 1965 (Mother reads a passage from "Essays on the Gita," which she wants to publish in the next Bulletin:) "No real peace can be till the heart of man deserves peace; the law of Vishnu cannot prevail till the debt to Rudra is paid. To turn aside then and preach to a still unevolved mankind the law of love and oneness? Teachers of the law of love and oneness there must be, for by that way must come the ultimate salvation. But not till the Time-Spirit in man is ready, can the inner and ultimate prevail over the outer and immediate reality. Christ and Buddha have come and gone, but it is Rudra who still holds the world in the hollow of his hand. And meanwhile the fierce forwar

December 18, 1965 (Sujata:) Why is Pavitra in such poor condition? The doctor predicted he wouldn't be able to move anymore at all, and he climbs the stairs, goes here and there. Only, it's quite an effort. But the doctor said, "He won't be able to move anymore, he will be bed-ridden." So it's already a big achievement. It's an ankylosis of all the muscles.[[In fact, a cancer. ]] (Sujata:) When I see him in the morning, it's terrible. It takes him a long time before he's able to move, and he is in a lot of pain. Yes, it hurts. Oh, he walks about through sheer willpower. I know that. I know, because as a rule you're finished, you can't move anymore. Page 334 (sile

August 21, 1965 (Regarding a Playground Talk of March 17, 1951, published in the latest "Bulletin," in which Mother says that when she returned from Japan in 1920, she felt Sri Aurobindo's atmosphere two nautical miles away from Pondicherry:) It appears that in 1958 we said one thing and that this time we said another, so they ask me which is correct. It's about Sri Aurobindo's atmosphere which I felt at sea. So in 1958 (I probably remembered more precisely then) I said ten nautical miles (I remember having asked on the ship, just so I would know), and it appears that this time I said two miles. So they tell me ... What does it matter! That's how they are, they are stupid. Y

April 30, 1965 I spent part of the night in your rooms - didn't you know?... How did you sleep?... As usual. I don't know. How can I explain?... (Smiling) It was like a round of inspection of the "spiritual sanitary" conditions of the different lodgings (1). I am putting it like this, but it was rather curious; it was like a force, yes, or a sort of consciousness that came to inspect the different premises from the standpoint of spiritual health - it was rather curious, interesting. It had started with a visit to my own rooms here; then I asked for the explanation of the principle, if I may say so, on which that inspection was based, and when the explanation was given, I said, "Wel

September 15, 1965 (Letter to Mother from Sujata) September 15, 1965 Little Mother, After what you said this morning, I am wondering if we, the young, do not as citizens of India have the duty of offering our service to the country. Or at least to prepare ourselves for this possibility? Your child who loves you, Signed: Sujata (Mother's answer) For those who are capable of it, the service to the divine Work is infinitely more important than the service to the country. I do not think I have said anything this morning that could contradict this undeniable fact. Signed: Mother Page >

July 10, 1965 (About an "idiotic" tuberculosis:) How are you? Not too well. Where aren't you well? Here, there [gestures]. Oh, mon petit, all sensations are false! That's an experience I have dozens of times every day, in every detail. We feel we need this, we feel we need that, we feel pain here, pain there ... but it's all false. In reality, it means we have left the state of Harmony, that Harmony which is always there; but we have left it, so we need this, need that, have pain here, pain there. Something is lacking, and That is what is lacking. There are three states, we could say: the state of Harmony - that is the one we reach towards all the time, and sometimes we

November 10, 1965 (Mother hands Satprem a brochure, "Spiritual Unity of India," in which quotations from Sri Aurobindo and Mother on the partition of India have been gathered, in particular Mother's declaration: "India must fight until India and Pakistan have once more become ONE.") It has gone around India. Thousands of copies have been distributed in India. There are even lots of newspapers that have written about it. It has made a lot of noise in the country. But they don't seem - the leaders at least - to have understood at all. The Prime Minister has fully approved. But he is a weak man. They are afraid of the United Nations. Oh, they're afraid of everything. Bu

June 2, 1965 Mother tries to read a paper with a magnifying glass: It's quite peculiar, it doesn't help me anymore.... Is it clean? (Mother holds out the magnifying glass to Satprem) There seems to be a haze. Yes, it's clean. It's rather strange, this eyesight. There always seems to be a veil between me and things, constantly; I am so used to it; I see everything very well, but as if there were a slight veil. Then all of a sudden, without any apparent reason (an outwardly logical reason, I mean), a thing becomes clear, precise, sharp (gesture: leaping to the eyes) - the next minute, it's over. Sometimes it's a word in a letter or written somewhere, sometimes it's an object. And it