May 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, He was even more overwhelmed today when he came down from your room than yesterday. It was physically visible. He said nothing, except again that you 'only' could understand. ... ... ... ... Then, suddenly looking at me with his third eye, he spoke of me, and said quite enigmatically, 'I don't know why THESE THOUGHTS come to me every time I think of you ...' (I don't know what thoughts he is referring to) and he added, 'You will come TWO months to Rameswaram - I shall ask Mother - SUCH A THING is going to take place ... When the time comes I shall write to you, and you will stay with me.' These are his exact wo

December 24, 1958 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Rameswaram, December 24, 1958 Sweet Mother, Your last letter was a great comfort to me. If you were not there, with me, everything would be so absurd and impossible. I am again disturbing you because Swami tells me that you are worried and that I should write to you. Not much has changed, except that I am holding on and am confident. Yesterday, I again suffered an agonizing wave, in the temple, and I found just enough strength to repeat your name with each beat of my heart, like someone drowning. I remained as motionless as a pillar of stone before the sanctuary, with only your name (my mantra would not come out), then it cle

June 9, 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Rameswaram, June 9, 1959 Sweet Mother, Forgive me for these last letters. I was suffering. It seems to me that for months I have been far away from you. I no longer see you in my dreams, I no longer feel you. What, then is this path I am following? In spite of all my revolts, I need you, I need truth, Light, and love. I feel I have already known all this, had all this, and that I have been dispossessed. Perhaps that is why I suffer. Mother, lead me towards you, I am blind and without strength. Your child, Signed: Satprem (Mother's reply) Thursday, June 11, 1959 Satprem, my very dear child, I have received you

Undated 1959 (?) Om, Seigneur Suprême, Dieu de Vérité et de Perfection. Seigneur, Dieu de Pureté et de Perfection Dieu de Justice et de Paix Dieu d'Amour et de Félicité ** (translation) Om, Supreme Lord, God of Truth and Perfection. Lord, God of Purity and Perfection God of Justice and Peace God of Love and Felicity Page 342 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

January 22, 1958 It is an error to confuse Joy and Felicity. They are two very different things. Not only are their vibrations different, but their colors are different. The color of Felicity is blue, a clear silvery blue (the blue of the Ashram flag), very luminous and transparent. And it has a passive and fresh quality that refreshes and rejuvenates. Whereas Joy is a golden rose color, a pale gold with a tinge of red, a very pale red. It is active, warm, fortifying, intensifying. The first is sweetness, the second is tenderness. And Bliss - what I spontaneously call Bliss - is the synthesis of both. It is found in the very heights of the supramental consciousness, in a dia

December 31, 1960 (Mother usually improvised on the harmonium the morning of January 1 before reading the New Year's Message. She has come the day before to try out the instrument.) Let's see ... How many months has it been? I haven't touched this instrument for at least eight months! And now tomorrow I Page 501 have to play - don't feel like it. Anyway, since I must, I must! ... We'll meditate on it (the New Year's Message') - you know what it is, for we worked on it together - and then I'll see if something comes. (silence) This throng looks more like a chaos. A dreadful confusion. But from next week people will start leaving. The crowning day will be Jan

April 13, 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Hyderabad, April 13, 1960 Sweet Mother, My friend here gave me the book Templier et Alchimiste [Templar and Alchemist] to read; it's published by the group he is going to join in France. They too speak of the transmutation of matter and proclaim the end of 'homo sapiens' and the birth of the superman. I long to be with you and work on the book on Sri Aurobindo - I want to put all my soul into it and, with your grace, create something inflaming. Sweet Mother, I am your child. I want to belong to you more and more completely. With love. Signed: Satprem (Mother's reply) 4.18.6 0 My dear little one, I receiv

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_June_1 Undated, June 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, June 1960 Sweet Mother, This is to tell you that the proofs of L'Orpailleur are being sent off this morning at 11 o'clock ... I don't have many pages of The Synthesis ready. Nevertheless, will I see you tomorrow as you planned? Your child, Signed: Satprem P.S. Please protect 'my' Orpailleur! Page 388 (Mother's reply) 6.17.60 My dear little one, I am with you, and what is needed shall be done. Don't worry, all will go well. In a confident peace and joy. Signed: Mother Page 389 Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1958 Undated 1958 (Concerning Finances') Money is a force and should not be an individual possession, no more than air, water or fire. To begin with, the abolishment of inheritance. ** Financial power is the materialization of a vital force turned into one of the greatest powers of action: the power to attract acquire, and utilize. Like all the other powers, it must be put at the service of the Divine. Page 206 Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

March 26, 1955 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, March 26, 1955 Mother, once more I come to ask you for Mahakali's' intervention. After a period when everything seemed much better, I again awake to impossible mornings when I live badly, very badly, far from you, incapable of calling you and, what's more, of feeling your Presence or your help. I don't know what mud is stirring about in me, but everything is obscured, and I cannot dissociate myself from these vital waves. Mother, without Mahakali's grace, I shall never be able to get out of this mechanical round, to shatter these old formations, ever the same, which keep coming back. Mother, I beg of you, help. me t