M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1957 Undated 1957 (On past lives) If we are to speak of these things truly, we must speak of everything, in all details, for among the innumerable experiences I have had for nearly eighty years, many were of such variety and apparently so contradictory that in truth it can be said that all is possible. Therefore, to say something about past lives without retrieving the thread that runs through all the elements is to open the door to dogmatism. One day they will say, 'Mother said this, Mother said that ...' and that is, alas, how dogmas are born. So given the multiplicity of experiences and the impossibility of spending my life speaking and writing, you must clearly

September 24, 1960 Imagine! I thought I had lost my hearing. But I just realized that when I don't hear ... it's because I'm elsewhere. Just now, I concentrated a little and tuned into your voice. And not one word escaped me! It became clear, absolutely clear. Normally I'm not there. And some people I hear, others I don't hear. But I hadn't imagined that it depended on this - I thought I had lost my hearing. But just now I stopped everything, absolutely everything, I concentrated and tuned in - it became so clear! Basically, it must be the same for my eyes. Sometimes I see wonderfully, and sometimes it's blurred. It must be for the same reason ... I probably have to lea

March (?) 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem concerning X's inquiry into who had practiced black magic on her) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, I will be seeing you tomorrow, but I prefer to state things clearly now; if you wish, I can read you my letter when we meet. Here is what X told me: 'The message came this morning during the Puja; my guru spoke in the form of Sanskrit slokas and this is not easy to express in English. Normally, I might have waited rather long for the answer, but because of the greatness of the Mother, it came immediately. The message implicated not 7 people, but 25 to 50, all or almost all Gujaratis.' (Here, X said something I am not sure I grasped, but

March 7, 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, March 7, 1960 Mother, Here is the letter from the publisher. All comes from you, all is yours. May I always serve you. With love. Your child, Signed: Satprem ÉDITIONS DU SEUIL Paris, March 1, 1960 Dear Satprem, Publisher and friend are here one in telling you that L'Orpailleur is a beautiful book whose richness and force have struck me even more this time than before when I read the first version. I cannot tell you how much your Job is my brother - in his darkness as in his light. The joy, the wild, irrepressible joy that furtively yearns and at times bursts forth, embracing all, this joy at t

Undated 1956 (f) (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, I feel it is good to tell you what happened within me yesterday evening during the distribution, if only to express my infinite gratitude. First of all, I began by feeling, perceiving in an absolutely obvious way, that it is you and you alone who has been doing my yoga, that you have been doing everything for me and that you have been there forever, guiding each one of my steps. I felt luminously that without you I would never have been able to go forward a single step and that, basically, all my efforts have served only to teach me the futility of my efforts, as it were, and to lead me to this point

October 22, 1960 (Pavitra shows Mother a photograph of the house in which She lived in Paris, rue du Val de Grâce) Well, well! The house on Val de Grâce! It looks inhabited, the windows have curtains in them. I lived there - a small house, really very small, with a bedroom upstairs. Here, this is the kitchen; here is the living room, this is the studio. And then behind the kitchen there was a small room that I used as the dining room, and it opened onto a courtyard. Between the dining room and the kitchen there was a bathroom and a small hallway. The kitchen is here; you went up three steps and then there was this small hallway with the stairs leading up to the bedroom.

July (?) 1958 To do this Yoga, one must have at least some sense of beauty. Without it, one lacks one of the most important aspects of the physical world. There is a beauty of the soul, a dignity of the soul - it is a thing to which I am very sensitive, a thing that moves me and arouses great respect in me, always. A beauty of the soul? Yes, it shows through in the face; this kind of dignity, beauty, harmony of an integral realization. When the soul shows through in the physical, it imparts this dignity, this beauty, this majesty, the majesty that comes from being the Tabernacle. Thus, even things that have no particular beauty assume a sense of eternal beauty, of THE eternal beaut

February 1958 (A few days after the experience of February 3, Mother had other experiences that seemed a continuation of it) Everyone carries with him, in his atmosphere, what Sri Aurobindo calls the 'Censors'; in a way, they are the permanent delegates of the hostile forces. Their role is to criticize mercilessly each act, each thought, the least movement of the consciousness, and to place you before the most hidden motives of your behavior, to expose the least lower vibration accompanying your apparently purest or highest thoughts or acts. It is not here a question of morality. These gentlemen are not moralizing agents, although they know very well how to make use of mora

April 14, 1960 (Letter to Pavitra f rom Satprem) Hyderabad, April 14, 1960 Dear Pavitra, The following passage, taken from the Revue des Deux Mondes of March 1960, was part of a course taught by Dimitri Manowilski in 1931 at the Lenin School of Political Warfare in Moscow: 'Our turn will come in twenty to thirty years. To win, we need an element of surprise. The bourgeoisie should be lulled to sleep. Therefore, we must first launch the most spectacular peace movement that has ever existed, replete with inspiring proposals and extraordinary concessions. The stupid and decadent capitalist countries will cooperate joyfully in their own destruction. They will jump at this new op

January 1, 1958 (Extract from the Wednesday class) O Nature, Material Mother, thou hast said that thou wilt collaborate and there is no limit to the splendor of this collaboration. (Message of January 1, 1958) Sweet Mother, will you explain this year's message? There is nothing to explain. It is an experience, something that took place, and when it took place, I noted it down; and it so happens that it occurred just as I remembered that I had to write something for the new year (which at that time was the following year, that is, the year beginning today). When I remembered that I had to write something - not because of that, but simultaneously - this experien