May 6, 1972 (Mother sits "looking") What do you see? (silence) I think I already told you, there's a kind of golden Force pressing down (gesture); it has no material substantiality, and yet it feels terribly heavy.... Yes, yes. ... It presses down on Matter, to force it, to compel it to turn INWARDLY to the Divine - not an external flight (pointing above) Page 175 but inwardly turning to the Divine. And the apparent outcome seems to be inevitable catastrophes. But along with this sense of inevitable catastrophe, there come solutions to situations or events that look simply miraculous. As if both extremes were becoming more extreme: the good getting better and the

February 3, 1973 Time is no longer the same.... And I can't eat anymore. Well.... What's going to happen, I don't know. Very good things! (Mother laughs and takes Satprem's hands) You're sweet. But I'm sure, Mother! Of course! So am I! (laughter) (Mother shuts her eyes, and feels with her hand the flowers near her) What is this one? "Grace," Mother.... Then it's for you. Oh, that.... (Mother opens her hands upwards and plunges in) I can't speak. Can't speak anymore, can't eat anymore.... And time goes by like lightning. (Mother plunges in again) Page 359

April 10, 1973 Pranab declares to P.B., one of the Ashram's trustees, "Get readyfor Mother's departure." P.B. has Satprem asked what it means. Page 398

December 27, 1972 (Champaklal hands Satprem the French and English texts of the Christmas message so Mother can put it in her own handwriting.) (Satprem.:) You've put: We want to show to the world that man can become a true servitor of the Divine. Who will collaborate in all sincerity ? (Champaklal, in English:) Mother, shall I give you paper?Mother will write now? To send to Press? (Satprem:) Is it necessary? But I can't write.... (Champaklal is upset) Page 331 ... I'd better write it. (Mother spends twenty minutes copying the message by hand, then she holds out her hands to Satprem and plunges in) Page 332

September 9, 1972 (This morning, someone told Mother he saw her in his sleep, and she was walking along in the street.) I'll walk along in the street when I am hundred years old. (Mother sits looking at Satprem, smiling, for more than fifteen minutes.) Nothing to ask? I very much felt Sri Aurobindo. Aah! (Mother plunges in) Page 283

February 17, 1973 (Mother remains absorbed for a long time, then shakes her head .... ) Oh! ... I have to cope with everything that contradicts the Divine in the past and the present, and it's.... In this body. I mean, all the past is surging up from the subconscient, and now even everything that was repressed.... It isn't something I "feel" or "experience," but it's a perception. The perception ... yes, of how all our notions of good and evil, right and wrong are futile for the Divine vision, absolutely futile - unreal. All human notions are so narrow and limited, so partial and tinged with moral preferences. As if I were being shown everything in the consciousness that o

August 9, 1972 (A news item originating from Boulder, Colorado, and dated August 8, reports a solar flare covering over 2.8 billion square miles of the sun's surface. Within an hour of the eruption, the effect was felt on earth, causing a magnetic storm that seriously disrupted communications in many parts of the world In terms of magnitude, the current sunspots are the greatest ever recorded since at least 1964 [Indian Express, August 91.) Did you hear about the explosions on the sun? Yes. They say it's falling to the earth ... Ah? ... and it's going to affect humans. Did you hear that? I didn't hear it was falling to the earth. They say it w

October 18, 1972 (This is the season of "pujas," the time of rituals to the Universal Mother.) Do you want some silence? Yes, Mother, if you like.... I'm tempted to ask you if Durga won a victory this year? We shouldn't talk about it. I think it was a REAL victory. (Mother plunges in till the end. Then Sujata draws near her) Did I give you the [blessing] packets yesterday? Of "Victory," yes. (To Satprem:) Did he get the Victory? (Satprem:) Yes, Mother, I hope so! [laughter] (Sujata:) Which victory, Mother? Which victory? But there is only one, my child. Page 297 Which is? Which is THE Victory ... we can call it what we like: the Victory

January 1, 1972 Happy New Year, mon petit! (Mother takes Satprem's hands. He offers her a "Divine Love." [[Pomegranate flower. ]] She then distributes some presents.) You saw Indira's letter, I showed it to you.... Yes, Mother, I noted it down. They're becoming conscious up there, some very interesting things are happening. You mean at the Center, in Delhi? No, at the front, in Bangladesh. That fellow who returned from America [[This certainly refers to Bhutto who had gone to America as Pakistan's Minister of Foreign Affairs and was called back last month to be nominated President of Pakistan. ]] says he doesn't want to end the war - we'll see.... But we're plainly

November 4, 1972 The whole subconscient is ... (gesture of something rising up en masse). (silence) And then ... how can I put this? ... It isn't sensation or knowledge, it's a kind of ... (Mother feels the air between her fingers), you can't even say conviction: it's a certitude - a certitude in the perception - that Bliss is there ... right there, WAITING FOR us, but a whole world of contradictions that have been repressed in the subconscient keeps rising up from the subconscient to prevent us from feeling it. So ... you could say it's a battlefield, but in a perfect calm. It's impossible to describe. Impossible to describe. When I remain still and enter that Consci