September 16, 1958 I would very much like to have a 'true mantra.' I have a whole stock of mantras; they have all come spontaneously, never from the head. They sprang forth spontaneously, as the Veda is said to have sprung forth. I don't know when it began - a very long time ago, before I came here, although some of them came while I was here. But in my case, they were always very short. For example, when Sri Aurobindo was here in his body, at any moment, in any difficulty, for anything, it always came like this: 'My Lord!' - simply and spontaneously - 'My Lord!' And instantly, the contact was established. But since He left, it has stopped. I can no longer say it, for it

November 12, 1960 (It has not stopped raining for the last 20 days ... ) Chittagong was hit by a cyclone, there were tidal waves somewhere else ... The cyclone went up the wrong side! - for according to X's predictions, it was Karachi that should have disappeared. He said only in 1962 or 1963 would Karachi totally disappear.And three-fourths of Bombay underwater! And just a while ago some volcanoes erupted, so the sea rose and swept away all kinds of things in Japan and all along its path, but it didn't come all the way to India. When I was in Japan, one island was swallowed up just like that, along with its 30,000 inhabitants, glub! You see, it amuses them; it's

March (? ) 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, X has just left my house. He began by saying that he had your permission to speak to me about certain things concerning the black forces that attacked you. I asked him why he did not speak to you directly, because surely you would understand better and more than I. He replied in this way: 'Several times Mother asked about these black powers, and every time I felt in myself a "great confusion." There (in your room) it is such a Place, Place of supreme Power, Place of Divinity, and I CANNOT talk about small matters. I CANNOT talk English. I have tried but it disturbs my "meditation." Thus I have asked Mother p

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_June_1 Undated June 1960 (Letter from Mother to Satprem) Monday morning My dear little child, I have something interesting to tell you that happened Friday night. It cannot be written down. I shall tell you tomorrow. But it seemed to me that you should feel a little better after that. Tomorrow at 10. My love watches over you. Signed: Mother Page 382 Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

INTRODUCTION When we have passed beyond humanity, then we shall be the Man. Sri Aurobindo This AGENDA ... One day, another species among men will pore over this fabulous document as over the tumultuous drama that must have surrounded the birth of the first man among the hostile hordes of a great, delirious Paleozoic. A first man is the dangerous contradiction of a certain simian logic, a threat to the established order that so genteelly ran about amid the high, indefeasible ferns - and to begin with, it does not even know that it is a man. It wonders, indeed, what it is. Even to itself it is strange, distressing. It does not even know how to climb tre

October 25, 1958 (Concerning the disciple's tantric guru) When X does his puja, I clearly see the particular form of the Mother he is invoking - I see her descending. Each one is in touch with the universal expression of an aspect or a will or a mode of the Supreme, and if one aspires for this, it is this that comes, with an extraordinary plasticity. And when that happens, I even become the Witness (not the witness in the way of the Purusha2: a witness far more ... infinite and eternal than the Purusha). I see what responds, why it responds, how it responds. This is how I know what people want (not here below, nor even in their highest aspiration). I see it even when the pe

May 24, 1960 It happened last night. For approximately three hours, the physical ego disintegrated for the first time in such a total way. Nothing remained but the Force, nothing remained but Sat-Chit-Ananda,' and not only in the consciousness but in the physical sensation - the divine Satchidananda spreading in a constant flood throughout the universe. These experiences are always absolute, as long as they last; then, through certain signs that I know (I am accustomed to it), I notice that the body consciousness begins closing up again. Or rather, 'something' - evidently a Supreme Wisdom - decides it's sufficient for this time and that the body has had enough. It ought not to b

May 25, 1959 (Letter from Mother to Satprem) Tuesday, 1 o'clock Satprem, my dear child, I can only repeat the prayer that I made to the Supreme Lord this morning: 'May Your Will be done in all things and at every moment. And may Your Love manifest.' Page 302 As for you, I received your promise made very solemnly at a moment of clear consciousness, and I am sure you will not fail in it. My love is with you. Signed: Mother (Satprem's reply) May 27, 1959 Mother, If it is to make me feel all my wrongs that you remind me of my 'solemn promise,' then I am ready to acknowledge all these wrongs. I am guilty, without any extenuating circumstances, and I expect

July 26, 1960 I woke up at three o'clock (what I mean is, I came out of my nightly activities). I had an hour ahead of me before getting up. So I concentrated and went within. I came out of the concentration at 4:10 - quite late. For I was VERY busy! I was in some sort of small house similar to my room, but it was at the top of a tower, for you could see the landscape from above. It was similar to my room here, with large windows. And I was much taller than I actually am, for there was a ledge below each window (there was a cupboard below each window, as in my room), and this ledge came quite low on me; in my room, it comes up to my chest, whereas it was much lower in my vision. A

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Topographical_ Topographical Note From the time of Sri Aurobindo's departure (1950) until 1957, we have only a few notes and fragments or rare statements noted from memory. These are the only landmarks of this period, along with Mother's Questions and Answers from her talks at the Ashram Playground. A few of these conversations have been reproduced here insofar as they mark stages of the Supramental Action. From 1957, Mother received us twice a week in the office of Pavitra, the most senior of the French disciples, on the second floor of the main Ashram building, on some pretext of work or other. She listened to our queries, spoke to us at length of yoga, occultis