September 20, 1972 (Satprem's eyes are still in poor condition.) So, what about your eyes? And you, how are you? Me ... the consciousness is progressing. (Satprem rests his head on Mother's knees. She puts her left hand over his right eye.) If you could stop everything for ten days ... don't use your eyes to read or write - not look at anything, just use your eyes to see what's indispensable, to eat or move about. I don't know, there's a kind of automatic vision that isn't tiring. It's when you "look" at something that it tires you. I wish you had ten whole days of that automatic vision. You are now my eyes for the work, you understand, so you must keep them in

April 6, 1972 (Mother sees Sujata) I don't want to speak anymore. Yesterday, I told Satprem what I had to say. (silence) Page 147 Some people come and deluge me with their problems; others come and say nothing; in both cases, I am silent. I don't care what they say, even that I've become stupid, I don't care in the least. Oh, no!... People who can say such things are only showing their own colors. Yes. That's their own business, I have nothing to do with it. Up above, in the consciousness, I am with those who are there. And that's that. (Mother clasps Sujata's hands and sits gazing) Yes, this is good, this is good. You know I am with you! Do you know that?

February 12, 1972 I have a letter from P.L. [the friend in the Vatican]. Here's whathe says: "... Thanks to Mother's Protection, things around mehad calmed down a little, when suddenly the storm broke out again. To the former intrigues have now been added slander and ... a threat of expulsion (which in itself I would not mind, but they should not triumph!). This threat is in fact meant to upset me and force me to change my attitude. I feel the need to go back and see Mother - the sooner the better. But practically I cannot do it; furthermore, I am being watched; I am afraid that if they find out I am going to Pondicherry, they will try to set the Bishop agai

March 10, 1973 What do we do about the Bulletin, Mother ... the "Notes onthe Way"? Do you have something? Almost nothing, just two small pieces. Go ahead, read them. (Satprem reads) Is that all? ... Yes [laughter].... Obviously, you don't feel like talkinganymore. No. I can't talk, it doesn't come out clearly. But that's not true! It does! It comes out very well. If you have a question, we can try. I don't know, whenever I try to come into contact with thatConsciousness, I always sense a sort of luminous immensity, as you say.... Yes. But I feel it's stationary, you see; I am in it and could stay in itforever, but.... Exactly. That's my

December 2, 1972 (Mother has just spent an hour and fifteen minutes eating her "breakfast.") Do you have something? No, nothing in particular, Mother. Then I'll give you only ten minutes. Something strange is happening which I don't understand - and it's getting stronger and stronger: it took me more than an hour to eat my breakfast, yet when I started I told myself: I must finish this in twenty minutes. And I really thought I had finished in twenty minutes ! Time ... I have completely lost the sense of time. I was convinced I had finished in twenty minutes and it took me more than an hour - to eat nothing! I take a bite or a sip, and then ten minutes, twenty minut

July 26, 1972 (In an attempt to bring the book distribution in line, Mother, on Satprem's suggestion, asked a young teacher from the school to be in charge of the copyright department. Mother first speaks of this young teacher.) He's discovering skeletons! Poor M. [All India Press director], he was so upset! Naturally, for he isn't the real culprit in all this, you know, it's the other one behind, SABDA. Oh, that's.... And that's why he is hurt - because he's more receptive. Theother one is penned up in his falsehood... The other one is a NO! (Mother makes the gesture of something compact.) Anyway.... *** (Mother looks for something near her.)

March 19, 1972 (A note by Mother) The truth, which man has vainly sought toknow, will be the privilege of the new race, the race of tomorrow, the superman. To live according to the Truth will be hisprivilege. Let us do our best to help prepare the advent ofthe New Being. The mind must fall silent and be replaced by the Truth-Consciousness - the consciousness of details integrated with the consciousness of the whole. Page 94

April 11, 1973 (Mother looks for Sujata.) Is she here? (Sujata:) Yes, Mother! (To Satprem:) How are you? Quite well, Mother.... Mother, you have to give us a message for the Darshan [of April 24]. (after a silence) This is what comes to me: Beyond man's consciousness Beyond speech O thee, Supreme Consciousness Unique Reality Immutable Truth... (Mother hesitates and corrects herself) Divine Truth. [[This is Mother's last message. ]] (Mother plunges in) Page 398

February 1, 1972 (Notes from Mother) Auroville is intended to hasten the advent of the supramental reality upon earth. The help of all those who find that the world is not what it ought to be is welcome. Each one must know if he wants to associate himself with an old world on the verge of death, or to work for a new and better world ready to be born. *** The first thing the physical consciousness must realize is that all the difficulties we encounter in life arise from the fact that we do not rely exclusively on the Divine to find the help we need. The Divine alone can liberate us from the mechanism of universal Nature. And this liberation is indispensable for the bir

March 25, 1972 Did you receive the last answers to T.J. [the "Notes"]? I think there were one or two, I don't quite remember. The last one I received is this one: The truth, which man has vainly sought to know,will be the privilege of the new race, the race of tomorrow, the superman.... Is that all ? ... See if there is something you can use.... Yes, certainly there is! [[This "Note" is the last one Satprem ever received from the disciple to whom Mother was sending her answers. A strange wind seemed to be blowing over those who were connected with the work Mother was doing with Satprem; though not acting in collusion, they all seemed bent on obstructing that work, as