July 29, 1972 What I told you last time is not to be published - it's all right for the Agenda. I mean what I said about the people around me. Yes, Mother, of course, all that is strictly for "the Agenda. Everything personal is for the Agenda. Yes, yes, of course. (Mother unties a garland of flowers from her wrist) Do you like patience? I don't know if I like it, but it's useful! (Mother laughs and gives Satprem a garland) I have plenty! (two or three garlands around her wrist!) What do you have to tell me? Nothing. I feel the ... churning one is put through. Oh! ... Sometimes it feels as if something were ... raging ferociously. Yes, exactly. As if to

February 19, 1972 (Mother gazes at Satprem for a long time.) Do you see something? (Mother plunges in. Half an hour goes by) No inclination to speak unless you put questions.... [[This sentence was said in English. ]] Am I getting a little closer? Oh, you're doing very well, mon petit! That.... Page 67 (Mother takes Satprem's hands long silence) Last time, my impression was that the old man in you had awakened in order to be transformed. But only you can know.... I felt that because he was a totally different man from the one I know now. But only you can tell me if he has actually been transformed or if he has disappeared. I don't know. I think he's tryi

And Now Then the door was shut. She was to live for another six months, 182 days. Two days before the "end," she kept repeating, "I want to walk ... I want to walk...." Before my eyes, they drove twenty-five screws into her coffin. There was a ray of sun on the nape of her neck; her hands were tightly clasped together - there was such strength in those hands! Such power in that supposedly dead body. And then that fierce concentration. She wore a white silk dress and a small blouse with gold buttons. The long saga unfolds before my eyes - so many years with that young girl's laughter rippling through everything, and the silences of snow, the beating of wings through boundless spa

October 30, 1972 (The last birthday) Ah, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday! ... (Mother gives some presents) These are pens.... And these are the chocolates! Page 303 (Mother holds Satprem's hands in hers) Mon petit.... (To Sujata:) Naturally the chocolates are for you! The biscuits for him. (Sujata gives Mother flowers) This is "Divine Grace"... and this is "Power of Truth in theSubconscient." (Mother gives Satprem Sujata's flowers) Yes, Mother, yes, Mother.... Happy birthday, happy new year. Page 304

April 19, 1972 And what about your "change" [of government]? It's going on! (silence) The conscious will seems to want to assume a larger role. It makes life ... much more efficient, obviously, but also more difficult. More difficult in what way? Well, usually we passively leave it up to Nature to set things right when something goes wrong - that's totally disappearing. Now it is a process of consciousness, and no longer.... You see, the mind (laughing: it's going on - the supramental is still sitting on it!), the mind has been worked upon for years, so that it doesn't meddle when it's none of its business and lets Nature take care of all the damage; but now Nature is

February 5, 1972 (Mother listens to the conclusion of the English translation of "Notes on the Way"; she looks weary and tired from the confu sion created by the translators. After they leave, she simply hands Satprem the text of a recent note, then plunges in.) To want what the Divine wants in all sincerity is the essential condition for peace and joy in life. Almost all human miseries come from the fact that human beings are almost always persuaded they know better than the Divine what they need and what life is supposed to bring them. The majority of human beings want other human beings to behave according to their own expectations and life circumstances to follow their own

April 4, 1972 (Meeting with S.S., the third member of the trio of rivals. He reports to Mother that some Aurovilians are rumored to be "American spies. ") (Mother speaks in English) Some people say that they are spies and are kept by the American Government, some others (some Americans) tell me that the Americans would never take such incapable spies! So myself I don't see the.... To tell the truth, I don't appreciate them very much, but I have nothing very positive against them. That's all. It's all like that. Page 129 I tried my best to push them out, that is to say, that they would WANT to go. But they ... it didn't happen, they really willed to remain. If we could h

July 19, 1972 How are you? Not so well. Why? I don't know. What's wrong? ... The head or the body? No, it's rather within. Ohh! That HAS to be all right. Within, we're the masters - we want to be well, we are well. It's only this (Mother points to her body) that doesn't quite obey. (long silence Mother holds Satprem's hand) The subconscient is a mass of defeatism. That's what keeps rising to the surface. As we ABSOLUTELY need to change that, the subconscient must be clarified so that the new race can come. We must clarify the subconscient. It's a mire. It's full of defeatism - defeatism, the first reaction is always defeatist. It's absolutely disgusting, mon petit,

April 2, 1972 (Sujata's vision the night of April 1) One Thousand Years (original English) We enter the courtyard of a building, Satprem and I. We see sad faced people. Head bent, solemn and silent. The Mother is dead. Everybody thinks that The Mother is dead. A few are scattered here and there, individuals or groups of three or four. But most go out from a side door to our left. Another door is to the left at the top of a stairway which mounts from the court yard below and ends in a sort of bridge or passage. I see one or two Page 123 persons going out from this bridge-door. Turning to the right, this passage leads straight to the Mother's room. We

January 17, 1973 We need a message for February 21, Mother. Do you have it? No! [laughter] Z proposes two texts from Sri Aurobindo, but I feel it would be better to have something from you. Yes. Do you have something? Well, no, Mother! Won't you rather say something yourself? (after a silence) Plus on avance, plus le besoin d'une presence divine devient imperieux et ... inevitable. [The more we advance, the more the need of a divine presence becomes imperative and ... inevitable.] "Inevitable" isn't the word, it's.... Page 348 "Indispensable"? Yes, that's it, indispensable. Is it all right ? Yes, Mother. (Mother writes the message in French)