April 5, 1972 (The first part of this conversation concerns the translators of "Notes on the Way." One of them wants to give up the work.) It's the ego demanding that things be done without forgetting its due respect - (laughing) Mister Ego wants to continue enjoying all due respect! ... It complains shrilly before departing. Oh, I have seen such fascinating things, mon petit! For hours I was a spectator - the consciousness witnessed an encounter between the Ego and the superman's consciousness ... (laughing) it was like a duel! The ego was arguing so glibly! It seemed to be saying, "See, if you send me off, the world will become hellish!" And it was showing the most frightful s

March 24, 1972 (Mother sees Sujata) For the first time, early this morning, I saw myself: my body. I don't know whether it's the supramental body or ... (what shall I say?) a transitional body, but I had a completely new body, in the sense that it was sexless: it was neither woman nor man. It was very white. But that could be because I have white skin, I don't know. It was very slender (gesture). Really lovely, a truly harmonious form. That's the first time. I hadn't the least idea, the faintest notion what it would look like, nothing, and I saw - I WAS like that, I had become like that. I thought Satprem should know, so he can note it down. I don't know if I'll remembe

October 25, 1972 (Satprem gives Mother a flower, and Mother gives it to Satprem.) It's "Power of Truth in the Subconscient. How are you? Physically I'm well, I think. The governor [of Pondicherry] is coming here to say good-bye, but he hasn't arrived yet. I've asked to be informed of his arrival; you'll just sit over there while I see him, and then you'll come back. (after a silence) All possible contradictions are accumulated in the subconscient. Yes. And it keeps coming up like this (gesture gushing out), all the time, all the time. And ... you feel you are completely stupid, unconscious, obdurate. All that is ... (same gesture rising from below). But

May 7, 1972 (Mother sees Sujata) The Force I spoke of yesterday is more and more active (gesture pressing down). The Action is becoming imperative. Crushing. Page 180

May 27, 1972 (Mother is late) There's a concrete proof (not always convenient) that supramental time is not the same as physical time.... Sometimes, a few seconds seem, oh, endless, while at other times several hours go by in an instant. And concretely so. The result: I am late, I am always late. But what can I do? I don't know. (silence) The consciousness is really changing - not the deeper consciousness (which is becoming clearer and clearer), but the consciousness we might call "practical" is in the process of changing in quite a striking way. I'll be eating, and suddenly everything present vanishes, and long afterwards, I realize I am like this (gesture, one hand suspend

June 10, 1972 (Mother unwinds a garland of "Patience" from her wrist to give to Sujata.) Do you want patience? (Sujata:) Very useful, Mother! (To Satprem:) What did you feel? When, Mother? All the time, mon petit! Well, I feel you are more and more present, close to me - yourhelp, I mean. Ah! Yes, that's true. But.... The Help is getting more and more accurate, more and more conscious, but ... I must say it's VERY difficult. Yes. But it doesn't matter. Since we have agreed to do it, let's do it. There's no point in complaining. But the Power - the Power is stu-pen-dous, only ... (Mother points to her body), this is like a mockery: the slightest thing g

June 3, 1972 Constantly, but constantly, I have things I would like you to know, but I don't have a chance to tell them. The ordinary memory is all gone, do you know, so if it comes, it comes; if it doesn't come ... it's just lost. Really ... fantastic things. (silence) As if I were walking on a very thin and narrow line: on one side, imbecility, and on the other genius! That's how I progress (gesture of standing on a ridge). What does it depend on? I have no idea. All the old methods are obsolete, but the new ones aren't yet established. Although sometimes, they come all of a sudden: for a few minutes, there's a dazzling flood of light ... something marvelous, the feeling o

November 18, 1972 I wish I could disappear to do the work better. (Mother remains within the whole time) You'll be better over there [at Nandanam]. Page 311

February 14, 1973 (Regarding the poor translation of Sri Aurobindo's texts in the "Auroville Gazette." Mother had asked Satprem to check a few issues and try to rectify the situation with the collaboration of his friend Luc in Auroville. This triggered off reactions which were unmistakably ... sharp.) ... But, Mother, I've seen it: all the translators, whether Page 363 French, English, German or whatever, have a translator's COLOSSAL ego; the minute you touch their translation, it's as if you were ripping their little selves apart. Whether it's Y, T., CS. or any of the people I have dealt with, translators are simply not-to-be-touched This is the truth.

November 8, 1972 For a moment - just a few seconds - I had the supramental consciousness. It was so marvelous, mon petit! ... I understood that if we were to taste that now, we would no longer want to exist differently. We are in the process of ... (gesture of kneading dough) of changing laboriously. And the change, the process of Page 308 change seems.... Yet you can grasp it in a kind of indifference (I don't know how to express it). But it doesn't last long. As a rule it's ... laborious. But that consciousness is so marvelous, you know! It's most interesting because there's a sort of EXTREME activity within complete peace. But it lasted only a few seconds. (silence