June 21, 1972 (Satprem reads to Mother a few fragments of "Notes on the Way" for the next Bulletin. Towards the end of the second fragment, Mother seems to be elsewhere. Suddenly, she moans and hides her face in her hands. We pray.) 211

December 30, 1972 (Mother distributes presents) So, a new year is coming.... Do you have a feeling about the new year? (after a silence) Things have taken an extreme form. There's a sort of lifting of the whole atmosphere towards an almost ... inconceivable splendor, but at the same time, there's a feeling that one can ... die any moment - not "die," but the body could dissolve. Both things together make up a consciousness in which... (Mother shakes her head) all past experiences seem puerile, childish, unconscious. And this ... is stupendous and wonderful. But the body, the body has a single prayer - always the same: Make me worthy of knowing You Make me worthy o

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1958 Undated 1958 When you are exteriorized during sleep and conscious in the vital world, you can live a vital life as conscious as the physical life. I have known people who had this capacity and who were so intensely interested in their experiences in the vital world that they returned only with regret to their bodies. If you are conscious and master of yourself in the vital world and if you possess a certain power there, the circumstances are marvelous, infinitely more varied and more beautiful than in the physical world. Page 223 Suppose, for example, that you are very tired and need to rest. If you know how to exteriorize yourself and consciously enter i

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1957 Undated 1957 (On past lives) If we are to speak of these things truly, we must speak of everything, in all details, for among the innumerable experiences I have had for nearly eighty years, many were of such variety and apparently so contradictory that in truth it can be said that all is possible. Therefore, to say something about past lives without retrieving the thread that runs through all the elements is to open the door to dogmatism. One day they will say, 'Mother said this, Mother said that ...' and that is, alas, how dogmas are born. So given the multiplicity of experiences and the impossibility of spending my life speaking and writing, you must clearly

September 24, 1960 Imagine! I thought I had lost my hearing. But I just realized that when I don't hear ... it's because I'm elsewhere. Just now, I concentrated a little and tuned into your voice. And not one word escaped me! It became clear, absolutely clear. Normally I'm not there. And some people I hear, others I don't hear. But I hadn't imagined that it depended on this - I thought I had lost my hearing. But just now I stopped everything, absolutely everything, I concentrated and tuned in - it became so clear! Basically, it must be the same for my eyes. Sometimes I see wonderfully, and sometimes it's blurred. It must be for the same reason ... I probably have to lea

March (?) 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem concerning X's inquiry into who had practiced black magic on her) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, I will be seeing you tomorrow, but I prefer to state things clearly now; if you wish, I can read you my letter when we meet. Here is what X told me: 'The message came this morning during the Puja; my guru spoke in the form of Sanskrit slokas and this is not easy to express in English. Normally, I might have waited rather long for the answer, but because of the greatness of the Mother, it came immediately. The message implicated not 7 people, but 25 to 50, all or almost all Gujaratis.' (Here, X said something I am not sure I grasped, but

March 7, 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, March 7, 1960 Mother, Here is the letter from the publisher. All comes from you, all is yours. May I always serve you. With love. Your child, Signed: Satprem ÉDITIONS DU SEUIL Paris, March 1, 1960 Dear Satprem, Publisher and friend are here one in telling you that L'Orpailleur is a beautiful book whose richness and force have struck me even more this time than before when I read the first version. I cannot tell you how much your Job is my brother - in his darkness as in his light. The joy, the wild, irrepressible joy that furtively yearns and at times bursts forth, embracing all, this joy at t

Undated 1956 (f) (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, I feel it is good to tell you what happened within me yesterday evening during the distribution, if only to express my infinite gratitude. First of all, I began by feeling, perceiving in an absolutely obvious way, that it is you and you alone who has been doing my yoga, that you have been doing everything for me and that you have been there forever, guiding each one of my steps. I felt luminously that without you I would never have been able to go forward a single step and that, basically, all my efforts have served only to teach me the futility of my efforts, as it were, and to lead me to this point

October 22, 1960 (Pavitra shows Mother a photograph of the house in which She lived in Paris, rue du Val de Grâce) Well, well! The house on Val de Grâce! It looks inhabited, the windows have curtains in them. I lived there - a small house, really very small, with a bedroom upstairs. Here, this is the kitchen; here is the living room, this is the studio. And then behind the kitchen there was a small room that I used as the dining room, and it opened onto a courtyard. Between the dining room and the kitchen there was a bathroom and a small hallway. The kitchen is here; you went up three steps and then there was this small hallway with the stairs leading up to the bedroom.