March 19, 1972 (A note by Mother) The truth, which man has vainly sought toknow, will be the privilege of the new race, the race of tomorrow, the superman. To live according to the Truth will be hisprivilege. Let us do our best to help prepare the advent ofthe New Being. The mind must fall silent and be replaced by the Truth-Consciousness - the consciousness of details integrated with the consciousness of the whole. Page 94

April 11, 1973 (Mother looks for Sujata.) Is she here? (Sujata:) Yes, Mother! (To Satprem:) How are you? Quite well, Mother.... Mother, you have to give us a message for the Darshan [of April 24]. (after a silence) This is what comes to me: Beyond man's consciousness Beyond speech O thee, Supreme Consciousness Unique Reality Immutable Truth... (Mother hesitates and corrects herself) Divine Truth. [[This is Mother's last message. ]] (Mother plunges in) Page 398

February 1, 1972 (Notes from Mother) Auroville is intended to hasten the advent of the supramental reality upon earth. The help of all those who find that the world is not what it ought to be is welcome. Each one must know if he wants to associate himself with an old world on the verge of death, or to work for a new and better world ready to be born. *** The first thing the physical consciousness must realize is that all the difficulties we encounter in life arise from the fact that we do not rely exclusively on the Divine to find the help we need. The Divine alone can liberate us from the mechanism of universal Nature. And this liberation is indispensable for the bir

March 25, 1972 Did you receive the last answers to T.J. [the "Notes"]? I think there were one or two, I don't quite remember. The last one I received is this one: The truth, which man has vainly sought to know,will be the privilege of the new race, the race of tomorrow, the superman.... Is that all ? ... See if there is something you can use.... Yes, certainly there is! [[This "Note" is the last one Satprem ever received from the disciple to whom Mother was sending her answers. A strange wind seemed to be blowing over those who were connected with the work Mother was doing with Satprem; though not acting in collusion, they all seemed bent on obstructing that work, as

June 17, 1972 (Mother gives Sujata and Satprem a garland of "Patience') One needs a lot, a lot, a whole lot of it. Yes! The signs are increasingly clear, but what PATIENCE one needs! Page 209 The slightest wrong movement immediately provokes a dreadful discomfort. The merest trifle. Life is tolerable only like this (Mother opens her hands upwards). The body - the body itself - feels like a little baby cradled in the arms of the Lord. But if it leaves this attitude only for a few seconds, it feels it's like death - instant dissolution. That's how it is. The shortest hours are at night, from 8:30 at night till 6 in the morning - I don't sleep, but ... (immense, sile

March 18, 1972 (No sooner has Satprem entered her room than Mother looks at him and declares categorically:) Things are better - aren't they? For me or for.... Yes, for you. Page 92 Well, I think so, I hope so. Yes, but I am telling you: things ARE better - I know! (Mother laughs) It's cleared up. It was pretty tough. (Mother signs the contract for the publication of the "Synthesis" in France - silence) Do you feel that things are also better in general, or ... Yes. ... or is it specific? Things are better. A dawning of joy in the body.... It's coming, it's coming. You remember, I told you everything was like this (gesture on the brink

April 7, 1973 (The last few days, Mother saw very few people. She remained absorbed within. The previous meeting, on April 4, was spent in complete silence. Mother gives me flowers, holds my hand in hers and remains silent for a while. She is so white ...) I seem to be gathering all the world's resistances.... They come to me one after another, and if I weren't.... If I stop calling the Divine for a single minute, intimately feeling his presence within me, the pain is unbearable, mon petit! To such a point that I now hesitate to speak of "transformation" to people, because if that's what it is, one really has to be a hero.... You see, there's something in the body that would a

May 17, 1972 How are you? How about you? You haven't been well lately? It's strange, luckily - luckily - one thing happens after another, one after another, but every single bodily function is changing ... (what's the right word?), I have it, "changing government." Functions that worked naturally - that is, in accord with the laws of Nature - all of a sudden, brrm, finished! They stop. Then ... something ... which I call the Divine - perhaps Sri Aurobindo called it the Supramental, I don't know; it's something like that, something that is plainly concerned with Matter, with this Manifestation, and which is tomorrow's realization (I don't know how to name it); so when everything is th

April 15, 1972 (Mother had some cardiac trouble the day before.) So? ... Do you have something? What about you? [Laughter] Me ... (laughing) it's all right. It's one difficult thing after another. Yesterday was what I call the "change of government" for the heart, so ... it's a difficult moment. But now it's all right. The other day, when I saw that little child playing (I still see it), on top of a HUGE mental head, kicking it - it's the supramental. But what are we going to call that being? ... We mustn't call it "superman," it isn't the superman: it's the supramental. Because, you see, the transition from animal to man is clear to us; the transition from man to supramental

January 22, 1972 (Two days earlier, as Pranab was leaving Mother's room late, he had remarked to Sujata, "Usual trouble. Heart, giddiness.") The work is going on with increasing clarity. But it's difficult.... On its own, the physical is terribly pessimistic. It is steeped in atavistic habits of helplessness, contradiction, and also catastrophe - it is terribly pessimistic. What a work it is.... Only gradually, by constantly turning to the Divine, can it start to hope things will improve a little. Can't eat, you know, not a morsel.... This physical world is terrible, terrible, terrible. It's the mind and vital that make it bearable and permit us to go on, but once they're go