November 27, 1965 Did you feel anything special on the darshan day [November 24]? No? Sri Aurobindo was there from morning to evening. THERE, you know. For, oh, for more than an hour, he made me live the concrete and living vision, as it were, of the condition of humanity and the various layers of humanity in relation to the new or supramental creation. And it was marvelously clear and concrete and living. There was the whole humanity that isn't quite animal anymore, that has benefited from mental development and created a certain harmony in its life - a vital, artistic, literary harmony - and the vast majority of which live satisfied with life. They have caught a sort of

March 24, 1965 Anything new? Sujata had rather a bad dream: she came into a house which some people were supposed to keep a watch on, to protect, but no one had kept watch and so enemies had got inside. Sujata entered the house and found a room in which Sri Aurobindo was, and Sri Aurobindo's foot had been injured - he was groaning. He had been hurt by the adversaries that had been allowed to enter the house. Seeing Sri Aurobindo injured, she ran off to fetch you. Maybe it's quite simply the image of what happened on February 11? The foot means something physical. I think that's what it is, just the symbolic image of what happened. It's not something that will go on?

December 4, 1965 (Mother was quite unwell the day before, and still looks very tired.) Yesterday was a very difficult day. And I am not quite all right yet. I can't hear, can't see, I am in an awful state. (Satprem persuades Mother not to work - long meditation) I can remain like this indefinitely. Once I am in it, it's fine, it's comfortable. But anyway, we can do Page 317 our translation.... The difficulty is that I can't see and can't hear - I am not there! Because as for me, I have no reason to get out of it [the meditation]. This way I feel the world is fine at last! When I get out of it, the grating starts. When I am there, the world and everything is qu

April 28, 1965 Mother looks absorbed ... Ultimately, until one has the power to do everything, one knows nothing. This has been my experience these last few days, increasingly clearly. As long as you don't have the power to do everything, that is, as long as you don't have the supreme Power, you know nothing. And the supreme Power is ... Let me make myself clearer (Mother smiles). Someone is dying from cancer in America. I said to that someone that what would happen would be the best for his soul; I said it at a time when the so-called human knowledge still imagined it could cure him. He has lost his speech, but not consciousness - neither hearing nor consciousness (it's a c

July 3, 1965 After Satprem has read out the last "Comments on the Aphorisms"[ [N¡ I 10 of May 29, 1965. ]]: It was so boring that I felt sick. (Satprem protests) Anyway, it doesn't matter. For me it's very different: things always appear old to me, they seem to belong to a faraway past. Especially these last few days.... This cold, for instance (Mother has a bad cold), I clearly saw why I caught it (outwardly the reason is very simple: the person who prepares my cards has a cold and I took the cold along with his cards), but why did I really catch it? Well, it corresponded to an arrow like movement in the consciousness of the cells, and then, naturally, a lag: all that was refu

July 28, 1965 (Satprem suggests the publication, among the quotations in the Ashram "Bulletin," of the text of an answer from Mother to a child. Mother shows as little interest as possible:) Those things are very powerful when they come, they have a transforming power - they exert a pressure on Matter. And then when they have finished their work, it's over - it's sorted, it goes to some corner. It no longer matters. They are actions. They aren't thoughts: they are actions. And once the action is finished, it's finished. I am not going to start talking about what I have done, am I! *** Later Apart from that, how are you? Not too well? Yes, physically I am all right

August 14, 1965 About the Ashram's secretaries: ... I scold him everyday and tell him he is wasting my time. And he looks surprised! Yesterday again, a matter had been fully put in order: I had answered in two words (you see, for me it takes a second to decide; I told him, "This and that must be done - that's all," and it was all), and he goes on reading me all the arguments from everyone's letters! I told him, "But why are you wasting all my time!" So he looked quite bewildered, as if I had told him something that had never occurred to him. With him, anything simple becomes complicated. I thought that was my own particular experience reserved for me! ... I thought he had sc

September 25, 1965 (Following the Security Council's ultimatum, India accepted the cease-fire as of September 22.) So you were right, in the end! I was right ... on what?... Ah, your message to Delhi: "India must fight." Yes. Oh, they don't understand anything. It's a disgusting sight. And as false as can be: they keep on fighting, only they are pretending not to. They are all so pleased with what they've done, they are chortling with glee. No, they're not pleased. You think not? Yes, I know! It reminds me of 1939, Chamberlain coming back from Munich: "Peace in our time"! Yes, exactly. But at the U.N., they are chortling with glee, they're very

April 7, 1965 Are you sleeping well? Not too well, and my sleep isn't conscious: I don't see you. Oh, mon petit (laughing), sometimes I say to myself, "What a fine thing it must be not to be conscious!" Constantly, you know, the whole night, without stop, it streams past - there are, of course, moments when I go into a blissful state, but I am not granted that for long. I'd really like to spend at least four or five hours like that, but I am not granted it. Constantly, constantly ... and what carryings-on! I can't say.... It's neither superconscious nor subconscious ... I might say it is intraconscious - it's just the underside of things. And then ... (Mother shakes her head)

July 14, 1965 Mother holds a series of slips of paper in her hand: This morning I was in a sort of zone - a zone or a vein.... You know, the veins of gold inside the earth? It was like that. In the mental banality of the world, there was a sort of luminous vein going past and in which I found myself plunged - it felt pleasant, it felt very comfortable. And I started noting things down, when those people came with all the usual ineptitudes, each one asking something, each one shut in like this (gesture with blinkers), so it went away. I called it, "A few definitions." The first one was about someone going away who wanted to take something [blessed by Mother] for his family. I told