June 30, 1965 (About a cyst) What should be done for Sujata? What did the doctor say? They are going to operate on her tomorrow. Did he say it should be cut out? Yes, but since she mentioned it to you, it has become much smaller! (Mother laughs and examines Sujata's cyst:) Does it still hurt? ... It's better to remove it because if a small bit is left, it will start again. But it's true, it's smaller. (Sujata:) And it keeps getting smaller. Tell the doctor it's getting smaller, he will see - maybe he will say we should wait a few more days?... It's true (laughing), it's much smaller.[[In fact the cyst has grown smaller almost by half since Sujata mentioned it t

September 18, 1965 (Regarding the Indo-Pakistani conflict:) I have all kinds of things to show you ... because I have been made to say some things - I am always made to say things! (Mother gives Satprem a hibiscus flower called "Grace") It's the season for graces. Do you know this text from Sri Aurobindo? (Mother holds out a note) "... The fight in which we are engaged is not like the wars of old in which when the King or leader fell, the army fled. The King whom we follow to the war today is our own Motherland, the sacred and imperishable; the leader of our onward march is the Almighty Himself...." May 11, 1907 Page 246 Then I wrote this: "

August 15, 1965 (Message for Sri Aurobindo's birthday:) Some day surely The world too shall be saved from death by love. Sri Aurobindo Page 218>

December 28, 1965 (Mother shows a box of candy-pink writing paper she has just received.) Page 340 Pretty paper ... to write poetry on! Will you write? Me! I am no poet! The first poetry I was able to appreciate in my life was Savitri. Previously, I was closed. To me it was always words: hollow, hollow, hollow, just words - words for words' sake. So as a sound it's pretty, but ... I prefer music. Music is better! This translation of Savitri gives me a whole lot of fun, it's great fun for me. Much more fun than having to "tell things" ... that are unnecessary. *** Later ... My nightly work begins around nine, till four in the morning, and it's divided

February 24, 1965 Mother reverts to the events of February 11 Just a few days before the event, I wrote something (Mother looks for a note:) The human race tolerates and accepts superior beings only on condition that they are at its service.[[Italics indicate words spoken or written by Mother in English. ]] It was such a strong experience at the time of saying it (in English), and then a day or two later, the attack took place. *** (Regarding the experience of the Vibration of Truth in the physical world on the evening of February 11:) ... I could see the whole difference between this Vibration that had no contact with the formation of Falsehood and violence, and the

May 11, 1965 After having translated "the" line from "Savitri": One a day, that would be 365, and the way we are going, how many would it be? 104 a year. It doesn't matter, we're living in eternity. Previously, I used to translate three or four lines every day; sometimes less, sometimes more, and it used to go very fast. But now, mon petit, (laughing) I have no time left for anything! It's traditional or agreed upon that I "must" take something in the Page 93 afternoon to make a break between morning and evening - I never have the time! Those who are supposed to leave at 4 o'clock leave at 4:45. You would need a police force near you ... Yes. ... someone with

December 22, 1965 I have a lot of difficulties inwardly.... I don't know, I feel I am very inhuman, as if I were far, far, far away. And all human relationships tire me. I am far away. That doesn't matter. Do you think it's necessary to feel human? I don't know.... It's bad, isn't it? It's not really necessary to feel human. It's as if I were lending myself to a certain game, but it tires me more than anything. As if I were far away. So I am wondering if it's good or bad (!) I think all the experiences that are sent to us are sent because they are necessary. I am convinced of this. And fortunately, my body too is convinced of this, because ... If I looked at it from the

May 8, 1965 (Every time Mother receives Satprem, she translates one line from "Savitri" that has been copied for her in large characters. Today's line is from the debate between Death and Savitri's heart:) And never lose the white spiritual touch (Mother repeats) And never lose the white spiritual touch [[It can drink up the sea of All-Delight And never lose the white spiritual touch (X.III.655) ]] Sans jamais perdre le blanc contact de l'Esprit (silence) Yesterday, I read with H. Savitri's series of experiences when she begins with self-annulment: Annul thyself so that God alone exist (I no longer remember, but that's the idea).[[Annul thyself that only God may be. (Vll.

July 7, 1965 (About Mother's recent cold. After listening to the English translation of her last comments on the "Aphorisms" brought to her by Nolini, Mother starts speaking in English:) I don't know for others but for a very long time in life when there is an illness (some illness of any kind) automatically the cells forget everything, all their sadhana and everything, and it is only Page 161 slowly when you get out of the illness that the cells begin to remember. And then, my ambition was (I remember that, it was long ago, many years ago), my ambition was that the cells should remember when being ill - which is absurd because it would have been better to aspire to have no il

July 24, 1965 (Satprem had written to Mother to ask her the meaning of a dream he had had, in which his brother abruptly came in and announced his son's death. It was an extremely vivid dream. The shock of emotion woke Satprem up.) Page 190 I have got your letter.... I don't think it is premonitory. Do you have any news from there? If something had happened, he would have sent you a telegram. Not necessarily.... But what kind of construction or imagination is it, then? I will tell you. I had a similar experience three days earlier - similar, I will tell you in what. To begin with, last time I told you that this physical mind is being transformed; and three or four days