November 15, 1972 (Mother seems very impersonal and far away.) So? I have a feeling I sometimes see you at night. (Mother nods: yes, yes) And you, the work, Mother? Page 310 What? Your work? "My" work.... Poetically, I could say: a few seconds in heaven and ... hours in hell. It's better not to speak about it. (Mother moans while in trance) Page 311

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1972-04-02 April 2, 1972 (Meeting with Auroville's architect, N. and U. - N. is the Secretary of the Sri Aurobindo Society and U., his rival, the Secretary of Sri Aurobindo's Action. The architect gives Mother a flower.) What is it? I think it's "Supramental Clarity" or Vibration. (Mother speaks in English) I will tell you that we are preaching unity - unity of humanity - Page 124 and we are all quarreling - horrible quarrels, resentments and all sorts of urgings that we condemn in the others. We are giving a nice example, and people laugh! Voila. It has come to me from many quarters. Begin with yourself, they say, and they are right.

August 16, 1972 (Today is the day after Sri Aurobindo's centenary. Hordes of people line up in Mother's corridors.) This morning I am seeing two hundred people ... two hundred! How was it yesterday? I'd rather not say anything because.... According to what I had heard before, [[Conversation of August 2 (the two rival "formations"). ]] according to that, it was a big victory. But nothing was visible. I didn't say anything to anybody. Even so, several people felt it was the beginning of something. It's a long story.... Some adverse forces had banded together and decided that I was going to die yesterday. And it was true, it happened, there was an attack. In that sense a

July 1, 1972 Do you like patience? (Mother hands Satprem her garland of "Patience") Yes, one needs it, it seems. What would you like to tell me? Have you found the new attitude? I don't know. I am no longer the same person, I don't know. All, absolutely all the reactions are new. But I don't find the.... My only impression is that of CLINGING to the Divine every minute of the day. It's the only way out. That's how the body functions. The body's experience is that without the Divine, it would ... crumble. That's all. It has in fact a growing sense of nonexistence - of the absence of a separate individuality (Mother touches the skin of her hands). But it i

April 25, 1973 (For the last ten days, all the meetings have been spent in contemplation.) How are you getting on? It's not easy. No - it's more than difficult.... I am sorry, I thought I was suffering for everybody - but I see it isn't the case. (silence) What would you like? I'd like you to keep me. Yes, but materially? You mean keep you like now? (Mother takes Satprem's hands and prepares to meditate) Yes, Mother. Are you comfortable? Page 404 Yes, Mother, very! You shouldn't have any ache anywhere. (Mother plunges in for half an hour, then suddenly moans [[Coincidentally, Mother's former assistant, who has a cancer, enters the room

November 11, 1972 (Mother does not look too well.) We'll need a message for the November darshan. (Mother remains silent then writes with her eyes closed) Beyond all preferences and limitations, there is a ground of mutual understanding where all can meet and find their harmony: it is the aspiration for a divine consciousness. [[Original English. ]] (With a charming smile) Nothing to ask? (Satprem shakes his head Mother keeps her eyes closed) Page 310

May 31, 1972 (Mother remains absorbed a long time. She often asked Satprem if he had any "questions," but truly speaking Satprem didn't come to see Mother to "ask questions." Rather he wanted to efface himself all he could and let her experience flow out it she liked to give it expression, or remain silent if so she preferred He did not want his mind to grind thoughts, with its thousand questions, lest it should cloud the atmosphere and bring pres sure upon Mother. Questions seemed pointless to him unless they arose on the spur of the moment, springing from within, because then they responded to something iN Mother. Indeed, Satprem wanted to be simply a sort o

March 10, 1972 (A conversation with Auroville's architect, who, after the recent "accident," asks for money for "fire protection.") Well, there isn't enough money here, and there's even less there.... Because in people's minds, it's all the same thing [the Page 83 Ashram and Auroville], and so they don't know where to give anymore. There's so much money wasted in the world - some people don't even know what to do with it! What would be needed for Auroville's protection, how much? (The architect:) We have to make a study, Mother. I thinkperhaps one or two lakhs for all of Auroville (for wells and fire hoses). That's for the time being, but there's also the future:

January 24, 1973 Do you have something? ... No. The farther I go, the more contradictions I discover in myself- sharp contradictions. They look like impossibilities. No, not impossibilities - it probably means you have to go deeper or higher to their meeting ground. That's how it works: the opposites get increasingly vehement until we find the point where they ... where unity is established. One must go deeper and deeper, or higher and higher - it's one and the same thing. It's the same thing. (silence) All our old ways of understanding things are WORTHLESS - worthless. All, all our values are WORTHLESS. We are on the threshold of something truly marvelous,

December 23, 1972 Time sense is completely topsy-turvy - when I think five minutes have passed, it's an hour, and when I think an hour has passed, it's five minutes! It's completely, completely.... And I am puzzled, I am truly puzzled as to what causes it. Another standard of time. And it doesn't follow my conscious will: I'll start eating, thinking, "I want to be finished in twenty minutes" - and it takes me an hour! On another occasion, I don't think of time: I finish in twenty-five minutes. I don't understand. From an outward point of view, I am starting to look crazy! !!! At night (I have long nights, but I don't sleep), I feel it's over in one minute! ... I go to bed say