July 20, 1963 So what would you like to tell me? Tell me a story! I don't have anything interesting to tell. I have quite a stagnant feeling. Anyway, this time I've observed, carefully observed X's arrival, stay and departure. Because there were different opinions: some very unfavorable, that he always brought difficulties; others, that he always brought something positive. Well, to tell you the truth, there is nothing to it, ONLY what people think. Yes. Simply what they think. Otherwise, his arrival, his stay, his meditations, his departure: absolutely neutral. In other words, I noticed neither increased difficulties nor improved conditions. Things carry on in their own sweet

March 9, 1963 I'd like to ask you a question.... I haven't quite understood what you meant by "miracles in the Mind." What are they? "Sri Aurobindo performed miracles in the Mind," you said. That was when he brought the supramental Force into the mental consciousness. He would bring into the mental consciousness (the mental consciousness that governs all material movements[[ In other words, the physical mind, creator of the medical, gravitational and mortal cage we live in. ]]) a supramental formation, or power, or force, that instantly altered the organization. With immediate results ... that appear illogical because the process doesn't follow the course set by mental logic. He sai

July July 3, 1963 (This conversation took place a few days after the new Pope, Paul VI, was enthroned. Mother had asked Satprem to erase the recording, except for a few fragments, but he thought it fit to retain at least its integral transcription.) Here, your flowers [roses]. A magnificent color.... Then I have another photo of the Pope (Mother shows "Time" magazine). It seems it's the photo he chose himself for the press, to announce his election. It's better than the last one. (Mother hands the photo to Satprem) So, what do you have to say? You should be the one to say! I have to say. I have to say that I know this man. I have met him several times. I don't kn

March March 6, 1963 (Regarding an old Playground Talk of December 4, 1957, in which Mother asked: "Will there be a gradual transition from what we are now to what our inner spirit aspires to become, or will there be a break, will we have to leave our present human form behind until a new form emerges - an emergence whose process we cannot foresee, of a new form without any connection to what we are today? Can we expect this body, our means of manifestation on earth until now, to be transformed progressively into something capable of expressing higher life, or will we have to abandon this form altogether in order to take on another one not yet born on earth?" Mother adds:) Why not bo

April 29, 1963 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Rameshwaram, Monday, 29 April Sweet Mother, On Friday X gave me a new mantra, then the next day he told me that during his puja he received an "order" to the effect that this mantra was not suitable and he should give me another one. I am supposed to receive the new mantra tomorrow, Tuesday. X said this mantra would be final and with effect. I do hope so, for I would really like to be through with all these changes and preparations and delays, to have the Word, as the Rishis said, and fix myself on it. I would like not to return to Rameshwaram any more and to be through with these dillydallyings. Anyway, I'll have to wait for anoth

dead! ... They'll become a plague. What will we do with all that? They will be far more numerous than the living and will crowd everything - what will we do with all that?" There, you see the type of reflection. (silence) The attitude of the living towards the dead is one of the most loathsome expressions of mankind's selfish ignorance. It's either a complete I-couldn't-care-less attitude, or else, "Ohh, anything to get rid of that!" I have some children here (they're no longer children), who live here with their fathers and mothers (who aren't very old), and some of those children told me "dreams" in which they saw their fathers or mothers dead and coming to them ... and they s

October 30, 1963 (On the occasion of Satprem's birthday Mother writes the following message.) Page 367 "A day shall come when all the beautiful dreams will become real, with a reality far more marvelous than anything we can dream of. With our love and blessings." I've put it into French, but it's something Sri Aurobindo said for you! I put "our," it's deliberate. And he said with assurance, "Do tell him this, let him not forget that all the most beautiful, the most marvelous, the most fantastic things we have dreamed of are nothing compared to what will be realized" - and yet that will be the realization of all dreams. But far more perfect, more marvelous, more comp

July 27, 1963 (Mother first comments on the death of a disciple, M.) How they treat those poor dead! ... Naturally, they rushed to cremate him; they asked me candidly (because his nephew was coming but not before the next morning, that is, a little less than twenty-four hours after Ml's death - nearly twenty hours), they asked me, "Should we keep him or not?" I answered, "It depends. If you ask me as far as HE is concerned, certainly the longer you keep him the better." Then I see eyes open wide, a mouth open wide - don't understand anything! I told them, "It takes QUITE A WHILE for the consciousness to come out slowly! Otherwise, when you burn him, it's pushed out violently, it giv

March 23, 1963 (Mother first reads from her translation of "Savitri" a few excerpts about death. We give here the original English.) A grey defeat pregnant with victory. A whip to lash us towards our deathless state. The inconscient world is the spirit's self-made room ... Self-made. Eternal Night shadow of eternal Day. Night is not our beginning nor our end; She is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid Safe from too swift a waking to world-pain.... Oh, this is.... By Light we live and to the Light we go. Here in this seat of Darkness mute and lone, In the heart of everlasting Nothingness Light conquered now even by that feeble beam.... (

January 12, 1963 A deluge of work!... The other day, you said in your manuscript [of The Adventure of Consciousness] that Sri Aurobindo used to work fourteen hours a day, and they want me to do the same - for the moment I am not giving in. Oh, you're quite right! Page 22 It's very bad. That's what made him lose his eyesight, you know; his eyes were overstrained. I know it's due to that, because I heard him say so. Once, they had brought him a stack of books to sign and other things and, unaware that he could be heard, he exclaimed, Oh, they want to make me blind![[Italics indicate words or sentences Mother spoke in English. ]] That's how I knew his eyes were tired. He