December 28, 1966 Regarding a sick disciple: She's leaving for Hong Kong for three months. Three months! "The doctor's orders." Page 306 But Hong Kong isn't going to set her back on her feet! The doctor said something much worse than that, he said, "If she returns to Pondicherry before spending at least two months in a cool climate" (and Hong Kong isn't cool!), "she will be incurably ill, her liver will never be cured." So faced with such a suggestion, I said, "I am not taking any responsibility: go and get your suggestion cured in Hong Kong!" They are terrible. And they said she was dying and they "saved" her, but that she would start dying again if she came back

May 7, 1966 (Regarding a flower which Mother has called "Power of material healing":) Oh, how I would like it to be true: when I put my hands here, like this (Mother lays her hands on Satprem's shoulders), it would heal! Because I feel such force in these hands! Such CONSCIOUS force - conscious, you understand: it's vibrant with consciousness, light and force. It should heal. It heals me. If I have a pain or something wrong, I put my hand here or there, and it goes away in the space of a minute or two. So why shouldn't it heal others! Maybe because nobody would be ill anymore! (Mother laughs) In fact, that's right. We speak of the supramental world, but it's simply a world in

June 25, 1966 This morning towards five, you came and told me lots of things. Oh, really! Were you sleeping? Page 138 Yes, certainly. I was awake, taking my walk - my japa-walk. You came and spoke to me, you even asked me (laughing), "Did you see Sri Aurobindo this night?" So I told you all kinds of things, but I also told you, "No, I won't have anything left to tell you this morning!" And here I am, telling you everything. Nothing sensational last night. It was a night of great rest. So that's what I can tell you, that's all. But it was amusing, and I said, "Oh, you are so conscious you come and talk to me!" But then you weren't conscious! Which means that this [Satprem's ou

September 30, 1966 After reading a hitherto unpublished letter of Sri Aurobindo's "... Although St. Paul had remarkable mystic experiences and, certainly, much profound spiritual knowledge (profound rather than wide, I think) - I would not swear to it that he is referring [["For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory." (I Corinthians 15:53-54) ]] to the supramentalised body (physical body). Perhaps to the supramental body or to some other

April 16, 1966 (Mother shows Satprem a note she has entitled "The rungs of Love") The last "rung" is the absolutely pure Thing. And the power ... the creative and transforming power of that Vibration is unimaginable! While you are living it, nothing is impossible. It's unimaginable. "At first one loves only when one is loved.... That's the usual state of human beings. Someone's vibration of love has to come to awaken love, otherwise they are inert. "Next one loves spontaneously ... That's already a slightly more evolved humanity. One feels love all of a sudden; one meets someone or something - ah! - and it comes. Only ... "... but one wants to be loved in return.

November 23, 1966 After reading an excerpt from the debate with Death: If God there is he cares not for the world; All things he sees with calm indifferent gaze, He has doomed all hearts to sorrow and desire, He has bound all life with his implacable laws; He answers not the ignorant voice of prayer. Eternal while the ages toil beneath, Unmoved, untouched by aught that he has made, He sees as minute details mid the stars The animals's agony and the fate of man: Immeasurably wise, he exceeds thy thought; His solitary joy needs not thy love. (X.IV.646) Yes, but we need his joy. All this was said to me this morning. Absolutely the same

May 22, 1966 (Satprem chances on notes of Mother's in a pile of files.) (Laughing) They are everywhere! Here, there, everywhere.... Once, Sri Aurobindo (I think it was in 1920) said to me one day, "Oh, they have put my room in order, I can't find anything anymore!" For their part, they said he had his papers everywhere: on his bed, on the chairs, on the table, in the drawers, on the shelves; there were papers everywhere, notes and so on. But he knew exactly where everything was. Then they "put things in order," they "tidied up" - and he couldn't find anything anymore! It was very funny. I asked him, "Would you like me to do your room and clean it? I won't touch anything." - "Ah, if you

October 22, 1966 (Sujata:) P. is ill. Ill again! But what's wrong with that girl? What should she do inwardly? Not be afraid of falling ill! That's what. You see, they say, "But I AM ill." They put it the other way around: they say they're ill, and so they are afraid. It's not true! They are afraid first, and then they fall ill. They constantly live with a sort of apprehension: "Oh, what's going to happen?" So something happens! (Mother laughs) The poor body feels that's what is expected of it, and it obeys! Yes, ninety-nine people out of a hundred are like that. And it's more or less subconscious, meaning it's not a thought they have quite clearly, so they tell you,

November 19, 1966 (Mother holds out a small rose to Satprem:) I have a lovely rose for you. Do you know what it is? No, Mother. I thought as much! What is it? It's true tenderness: that of the Divine. People don't know, they always think of something very human. But it's not human ... (Mother closes her eyes and remains standing in concentration) It's extremely luminous, rose-colored, slightly golden ... always smiling.... It's a very particular sensation. (After a long silence) Everything is like a beautiful pink rose - a beautiful rose. It's better than that, much better ... (how can I put it?). No difficulties can exist - they don't exist [when one is in that Tendern

September 7, 1966 I've lost all hope of being on time.... It's hopeless, every day it's the same thing. And they [the secretaries] make me drudge and slave; it's not that I am just sitting peacefully, listening to them.... And it's not bad will - oh, if they had bad will, it would be very simple, I'd just shove them out! I thought of sending them a letter, I even wrote them one, which I didn't send. [[In that letter which he never sent, Satprem ingenuously tried to make the secretaries understand that these conversations with Mother might have import for the whole world, and that if Mother was an hour late for her conversations with Satprem and tired by a heap of trifles