November 10, 1971 Well, do you have anything? I have something, but what about you? Me ... for the moment.... (Mother seems tired) I don't know if something will come later. The consciousness [of the body] is changing very fast. I'll see later if something comes. Tell me first what you have. An Auroville story. Auroville? What happened? A few days ago I received a letter from a young man who is anarchitect there, Z (I don't know him). He wrote me saying that he would like to see me. Ah, why? Because he would like to explain to me Auroville's problems.So I replied: "Auroville's problems will be solved and cleared up only when Aurovillians turn

August 14, 1971 (It is the eve of August 15. Mother sees Satprem having been unable to finish seeing her usual entourage.) Is there something you'd like to say? No, nothing at all! I am all right -- even quite all right. I am quite all right. The body is beginning to ... I could say to have the true attitude. I mean it increasingly feels in a concrete manner and, I could say, ACUTE manner that there is only ONE way to exist -- in the Divine Consciousness. All the rest seems ... seems to it dangerous, unknown. To remain as though constantly bathed in the Divine Consciousness seems to the body the only way to exist. There is no other. That's the attitude of the body. It

March 27, 1971 (Mother remains very interiorized. One has the impression of a total passivity within tremendous activity. It feels as if one were in an almost crushing bath of power.) Here! (Mother is holding a full newspaper page on her knees) It's the introduction of your book ... in America. It's in "Ulster County" [the piece had been submitted withoutcomment by American friends to the Ulster County Townsman, a weekly newspaper published in Woodstock, New York, and the paper had published it]. (Mother smiles and goes within) Do you have anything? When one looks at world events, [[Satprem is especially thinking of East Bengal (Bangladesh)

August 7, 1971 (Mother's eye is swollen again.) Didn't A. give you something? No, Mother. (Mother tries to remember) My memory is completely gone. I have impressions, but no memory. Impressions that underlie everything -- that's probably what will replace memory. But I have a strong impression that A. had something to tell you.... (long silence) I have a curious impression of a kind of web -- a web with ... like very loose threads, I mean not tightly meshed, connecting all events, and if you have power over one of these webs, there's a whole field of circumstances that apparently have nothing to do with each other but which are linked together there in such a way th

February 24, 1971 (Satprem gives a white rose to Mother.) Oh, how beautiful! Page 49 How did the 21st go? I should ask you! (laughter) What about you, what do you say, how was the 21st? Well, personally I always feel the power so tremendously, you know. Oh, indeed, tremendous!... It ... it comes like this (massive gesture). It seems generally that people were very happy, so that's all that's needed. What do you (to Sujata) say? (Sujata looks at Mother with a lost look, Mother caresses her cheek and laughs) You see, it's like following the story of someone else with an interest which ... not even with great interest, not even curiosity.... I can't say th

January 17, 1971 (Satprem reads to Mother some passages from yesterday's con versation that will be published in the "Bulletin." Mother's voice is like a long moan, but her laugh is still ready to break out, as if laughter were the only true physical thing remaining.) It's good, you've done just what was needed. It's just right, you've said it just perfectly. It really wasn't useless.[[The long period of suffering. ]] (silence) I have such an impression -- such a vivid and clear impression that the contact (with Satprem) was CONSCIOUS the whole time. It was a conscious contact. As if we were making an effort together to try to understand things -- circumstances

December 4, 1971 (On December 2, eight months after the bloody repression in Bangladesh, India launched a general offensive against the Pakistani troops.) So they've declared war. Page 317 Yes, it's done. It began, yes, yesterday. The ministers in Delhi have made a brochure on Sri Aurobindo, and they asked me for a message. I sent it in English. This (Mother hands a text) is the French. "Sri Aurobindo est venu annoncer aumonde un glorieux avenir et a ouvert la porte sur son accomplissement."[["Sri Aurobindo came to announce to the world a glorious future and opened the door to its realization." ]] (silence) Will they go to the end this time, without s

April 17, 1971 A. told me he liked your book[[On the Way to Supermanhood. ]] very much. Oh, yes! Good. That's good.... I was happy for him! (laughter) But you know, from the first reactions that are starting tocome in, the book is creating a sort of schism! What? A sort of schism, yes. How do you mean? Well, there seems to be one whole group of open and enthusiastic young people, who see the new Possibility, and then there's another "school," which has done a lot of tapasya [austerities] and very much believes in the virtue of all sorts of disciplines, which says, "That can't be it! It can't be that way!" Oh! Page 94 People who believe in the v

January 16, 1971 (Satprem has not seen Mother since last December 2. The latest turning point in her yoga has just occurred, similar to those of 1962 and 1968. Her small voice quivers and is lost in a murmur, yet her laugh is fresh as a young girl's.) I am happy to see you! Page 18 Good morning, Mother. Are you feeling better? Yes, Mother. It's been a long time since I've seen you.... Yes.... One of my legs went dead for a long time -- it's just starting to come back to life -- it was paralyzed. This leg (the left). So naturally everything was difficult.... I had an intestinal ulcer, but that didn't last long. It was more serious but it didn't last. An in

June 5, 1971 All circumstances have been furiously teaching the body to ... call all the time, all the time -- to call the Divine. And so now it's got into the habit of repeating its mantra, and it repeats it ALL THE TIME. It's a curious thing: if it repeats it, everything runs smoothly; if it doesn't, it can't even swallow food -- everything seems on the verge of falling apart; so it repeats its mantra, and everything goes quite well. When it thinks of nothing but the Divine, everything is fine. This morning, while I was having breakfast, that's how it was. It was so plain! If the body thinks about eating, everything goes wrong; if it repeats its mantra, it can absorb the food, it doesn'