August 19, 1964 Mother looks very tired How are you? I should be the one asking you. I was told you haven't been well. It's not that. There is too much confusion and disorder.... Very busy nights - too busy. And too much confusion here. Maybe it's fatigue. Page 167 It's especially (for me, for my consciousness) an avalanche of confusion on me, and not enough time to ... (how can I put it?) transform it all as it falls on me. So it's a little too much. And then, all that one reads ... I've heard some things written about me, I've heard the stories people have been telling in their "seminars" [[On the occasion of August 15, various groups of disciples met in P

April 23, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) Paris It's hard, you know, life here is hectic, harried, you always have to see people, always have to run about - life doesn't have time to live, nothing has time to be. My brother, too, suffers from this life and would really like something else, but they are so tied up, bound hand and foot to this Falsehood that they cannot find the way out. They would have to break everything. I don't know what's going on, but all your letters arrive open - censored in India?? It's the third letter from you that has arrived Page 113 like that, open, with the envelope half torn. Apart from that, the contract with Corréa has been signed and they w

December 7, 1964 (This conversation took place in the music room. Mother had asked Sunil, the musician disciple, and Sujata to come.) Can anybody play the harmonica? (laughter) I've just been given a harmonica! It comes from Germany. (To Sunil:) Don't you know how to play it?... No? (Sujata:) Satprem would very much like to learn to play some instrument, Mother, you know. (Satprem:) But not the harmonica! (To Sunil:) Did they tell you why I called you? No? Don't you know French anymore, tell me? - He doesn't dare speak. Here is the thing: I like your music, and as for me, I no longer play! - I don't have the time. I never have an opportunity, I haven't played for the last

June 28, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem) (The following note has a curious history. Satprem had gone off on a journey to see his brother and upon his return, reaching the coast of Brittany, he saw in the sky what Breton sailors call a "wind foot," an immense white cloud shaped like an archangel with wings spread and no head. Satprem was so struck by that cloud, without knowing why, that he told his brother, "Look at that victorious angel coming our way!" Then they went inside. This letter from Mother was awaiting Satprem:) Page 121 Take heart, my dear little child, Open your wings and soar above the world, vast. I look forward to seeing you soon. With tend

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1964-03-29 March 29, 1964 Satprem, my dear child,        People are raining like locusts!                    On Tuesday, I have to see four of them      before you. I will try to rush it,                           but I am telling you so that you take your time and don't hurry.                                With tenderness                          and blessings                                                Signed: Mother (Two lines from "Savitri" sent along with this note, on the occasion of March 29,  the date when Mother and Sri Aurobindo  first met ... fifty years earlier:) Page 103   Because thou art, men yield not to their

August 22, 1964 Something peculiar happened to me.... It was the other day, the last time you came. I looked peculiar that day, didn't I? You were tired. It's not that! It's never "tired," never "ill" - it's never that, it's something else. But it takes me a few days to find out what it is. It's that the center of the body consciousness moved (usually it's in the head, in the brain). The body consciousness, the cellular consciousness, the one that responds to the workings of Nature and governs the whole functioning - suddenly it moved, it went out of the body. I had the experience (I knew what it was, but I didn't know the consequences or how to express it), I had the experi

End of December, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem. The letter Mother answers here unfortunately disappeared along with the others.) What you are feeling is entirely in accord with what I saw. I take it as the definitive turning point in your life. We will talk about it on January 2nd when you come and see me all alone. In the meantime, I am with you and my love envelops you. Signed: Mother; Page 312

July 4, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) St-Pierre Outside, everything is agitated and running around and making noises, but inside I was all along as if on an island of Peace - at home. And even the most beautiful landscapes of the world were not as full, not as quiet as this home in my heart. Page 122 July

April 19, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) Paris ... People are miserable in the midst of their wealth, their faces are hard and closed, they are harassed.... There are fine beings, but all their energy is devoured by this devouring life - I will never come back here, I don't belong here, I've never belonged here! The best of their ideal is as aggressive as they themselves are - I like them, but they are thousands and thousands of miles away from any true truth, it will take them many centuries to broaden a little. At any rate, it is clear that no book, no word will be able to change that, another Power is needed. I will nonetheless write that Sannyasin, but afterwards nothing but tal

May 15, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) St-Pierre I have become as brown as an Indian - that's just like me, I do the contrary of the country I am in: Breton among the Indians, Indian among the Bretons. Basically, I'm forming a new race, the Bretondians - what do you say? S. Page 117