Undated 195(?) (Concerning a letter from the Government of India) I had an intense experience. I saw, felt, perceived that despite all appearances to the contrary, the world is on the way towards the true, towards the day when governmental powers will belong to those who have the true power, the power of Truth.' 1. Note written by Mother in French. Page 29

August 30, 1958 (In the presence of Pavitra and Abhay Singh, * Mother recounts a vision she had during the night) It was just at four o'clock in the morning, and it woke me up. It was exactly like this ... I was apparently in my bathroom, and I had to open the door between the bathroom and Sri Aurobindo's room; the moment I put my hand on the doorknob, I knew with an absolute certainty that destruction was awaiting me behind the door. It had the form or image of those great invaders of India, those who had swooped down upon India and destroyed everything in their wake ... But it was only an impression. So the door had to be opened and I ... felt and said, 'Lord, may your wi

Undated 1957 When a serious decision has to be made, how can one know in which direction lies one's true destiny? We do not have one destiny, but several destinies. Each one has the right to reunite with his supreme Origin whatever his place in the world order - that is the gift the Divine has given to matter, and this is your true destiny. And it is a special gift given to the earth; it does not exist in the other worlds. At the same time, each one has a particular role in the manifestation, which is determined by the Supreme, but this same role can exist on different levels depending upon the degree of evolution of 'that' which is within you. If 'that' within you is still

October 2, 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, October 2, 1960 Sunday evening Sweet Mother, As I did not find the translation of the Message fully satisfying, I have continued pondering over it. Then another possibility, which MAY be better, presented itself. Here it is: Ce monde merveilleux de félicité, à nos portes, qui attend notre appel pour descendre sur la terre.* In this way we keep the word appel [call], which is strong. All I did was change the relative pronoun (at first you had translated it as qui, à nos portes, attend notre appel. 2). 1. 'This wonderful world of delight, at our gates, waiting for our call to come down upon earth.'

October 1955 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Bangalore Sweet Mother, during the three days since I left the Ashram, I have never ceased feeling your Presence deep within me like the one thing essential, the only thing solid in the midst of all these hazy appearances. As I entered more and more into this outer world, I seemed to be entering a world without depth, without consistency, where all sorts of things and beings were fluttering like a very thin veil in the wind; and as I entered into this wavering world, you seemed to grow within me with an irrefutable self-evidence, like the only real thing, my only reason to be in this world - without you, everything withers away and l

April 13, 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, April 13, 1959 Sweet Mother Here is the outline for the book on Sri Aurobindo for the Éditions du Seuil.* It is a rough sketch, and in the actual process of writing, the proposed sequence may change according to the inner necessity, but these are the themes to be developed. So now T would like to know what you feel and if you see anything to be changed, added or deleted. Your child, with love. Signed: Satprem Page 293 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

January 31, 1960 (Letter from Mother to the disciple concerning her former commentaries on the 'Dhammapada' at the Playground) ... When I began the readings from the Dhammapada, I had hoped that my listeners would take enough interest in the 'practical' spiritual side for me to read only one verse at a time. But quite quickly, I saw they found this very boring and were making no effort to benefit from the meditation. The only solution then was to treat the matter as an intellectual study, which is why I started reading chapter by chapter. Page 358 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

October 6, 1959 (Thus the bird flew back once more ... ) For the West, with all its outward development, a few centuries may be needed before the junction between the two worlds can be made. And yet these two worlds - the physical world and the world of Truth - are not distant from one another. They are as if superimposed. The world of Truth is there, close by, like a lining of the other. Shortly before the 1 5th of August I had a unique experience that exemplifies all this.' For the first time the supramental light entered directly into my body, without passing through the inner beings. It entered through the feet (a red and gold color - marvelous, warm, intense), and it cli

September 19, 1958 Something the modern world has completely lost is the sense of the sacred. Ever since my childhood, I have spent my time veiling myself': one veil over another veil over another veil, so as to remain invisible. Because to see me without the true attitude is the arch-sin. Anyway, 'sin' in the sense Sri Aurobindo defines it - meaning that things are no longer in their place. Page 198 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

April 4, 1956 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, April 4, 1956 Mother, two months ago I had a clear mental perception of what was asked of me: to spend the rest of my life here. This is the source of my difficulties and of the inner hell I have been living through ever since. Each time I try to emerge, there is this image that rises up in me: your-whole-life - and this casts me into a violent conflict. When I came here, I thought of staying for two or three years; for me the Ashram was a means of realization, not an end. I understand now that as long as my whole being has not ACCEPTED that it must finish its life here, there is no way out nor any 'recovery' possible. T