Parichand Diary 2004 My dear friend and brother, Chamanlal, gave me a book on Parichand's life, a gift from Sumantra. Parichand, of course, was my elder brother and we shared a closeness impossible to put in words. Visiting him frequently, we would talk about flowers, share new plants, seeds, etc., but most of all, Parichand would speak of Mother. His presence was filled with light as he would tell us stories about Mother and often, in his cheerful and simple way, resolve problems of day to day life on the many occasions we visited him. One could have no sadness or doubt or pain in

1962 - 9/22/Sat. eve. 9:30 Diary The past months have been very difficult for both of us. The business is grossing less and less per week and we are now barely able to pay the rent. In fact, we are three weeks behind. We have been swindled in every way imaginable, robbed and cheated by many who have given us their “word”, constantly plagued by bowery bums, tramps, and al sorts of human degradations presently inhabiting the block of 14th Street, New York City. From May 7 to Sept. 7 we worked seven day s a week (with only one or two days off) from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m.. Anne and I have come to understand our relationship with each other, our love for Mother, the intensity of our aspirat

The Supramental Force June 19, 2000   In these days when the action of Sri Aurobindo’s force is felt in every corner of the earth though men in their blindness see only catastrophe and calamity, those who have touched the hem of Her garment or placed their head upon Her stainless Feet, know that “Only for good the secret will can work”, and they feel in this intense and heightened time, a momentous thrust of the evolutionary saltus, the Supramental Force at work in earth matter, kneading, moulding, pervading life from atomic particle to man, churning the fixed and sedentary complacencies, breaking aeonic crystallizations, pulverizing cemented hatreds and prejudices, transforming the pl

Nirodbaran November 2004 In July of this year Krishnaprem, who frequently came to visit us in Tehmi's room, met me in Golconde and said that he had seen Nirodbaran and Nirod said, "Give a long handshake to Narad". This remains with me as strong a blessing today in 2010 as it was six years ago. When I would visit him in his room, Nirod would jokingly say to the others who were gathered around him, 'I am Nirod and this is Narod!' I came to offer him my birthday wishes on his 101st birthday on the 18 of November. As everyone in the Ashram knows, his

Diary Diary-Surgery Day- Sept. 28, 1998-10 11:55 a.m. It was not your way to go to meetings or attend the many gatherings of devotees at the conferences in the states. Reading Mother's words or reciting a solemn prayer in silence were more clearly your inner inclination. There will be for my remaining days, wonderful memories of your experiences, some of which you have shared with me, such as your dream Thursday morning after the sledge hammer words of Dr. Dixon came crashing down. I have typed it out and s

Prayer Surgery Day – Sept. 28, 1998-4 9:17 a.m. I call down Thy light on her ravaged body as I have called Thee each night these many months. Mother of all worlds, touch this gentle soul with Thy love. I cannot lift the pain she must bear, but through Thee, let me be a channel and an instrument for Thy healing Grace and Love. 9:20 a.m. Mary Helen I am with thee. I call to the Lord in thy name with my love and aspiration for a time of health and happiness and redoubled dedication to the goal They have set before me. Hear me sing to thee - Aum, Shanti, Shanti, Shanti. 9;23 a.m. There is