September 22, 1971 It goes on, there's nothing new to say. It's like this: sometimes marvelous, sometimes really unpleasant.... But the body is making progress, that is, it knows better how to remain constantly attached to the Divine. So it's all right. That's all. Outside it's like this (chaotic gesture). But ... (words are stupid), but I could say that the Divine intervention is becoming increasingly visible (words are stupid, it's not that; but it's all we can say, all words are stupid). What do you have to say? Not much. There's some interesting news. You've heard ofAndré Malraux, the French writer? Yes. Page 247 I believe he even came here to Pondicherry

October 13, 1971 (Mother hands Satprem an unusual "transformation"[[Indian Cork Tree. ]] flower.) Nine petals.... That's the new creation -- it's the transformation for the new creation. I see! So what have you brought? Oh, nothing much.... I'm a little overwhelmed by all thematerial problems. Oh! Yes.... You have nothing to ask, nothing to say? And what do you have to say, Mother? Me?... (Mother goes within for a half hour) You're not saying anything. Page 260 No. Nothing to say. Are we getting near something? (after a silence) Do you know the story of the new moon?... They've discovered a new moon. [[Called Toro. Although it orbits

September 11, 1971 Everyone is quarreling! Everyone, everywhere. Squabbles, squabbles, squabbles -- all the time, night and day, constantly. At night too! Yes! (laughter) And at the same time there is the solution: an im-per-turb-able calm. It's as if it wanted to teach the body a lesson. But ridiculous squabbles, you know, everyone, absolutely everyone. Some accusing others -- they accuse each other -- and everyone telling lies! Everything is twisted. Everything is twisted, nothing is clear. I Page 238 have never (my God, I've been here a long time), I have never seen that to such a degree, with such a terrible restlessness. And my body is aware that if it loses

April 3, 1971 (Another sign of the times. This conversation concerns one of the Ashram presses which was, despite Mother's instructions, about to sell fraudulently a cheaper edition of "Superman hood" in Europe and Canada, while the rights to the book were reserved. This cheaper edition was exclusively intended for India. Satprem protests in particular against the jacket and presentation of the book, which are patently designed to make as much money as possible at a minimum cost. Mother's face is swollen, her eyes too.) I am disgusted. I can't trust anyone! They're selling books the way you'd sell margarine or peanuts. When someone lies like that, it's fin

March 24, 1971 (Another sign of the times: The disciple who works in the Ashram post office refused to put stamps on Satprem's letters -- why, we don't know. At the time Satprem was giving all his money to Mother and possessed nothing personally. Mother is therefore forced to sign a note in her own hand so that Satprem's letters get stamped. Then she remains very interior ized during the whole interview. It was the same on March 20, at the last interview: that day, she gave Satprem the first copy of "On the Way to Supermanhood," then went within the rest of the time.) Page 73 Do you want to say anything? (Mother shakes her head and goes within) Nothing

August 18, 1971 The body has the impression that it has to learn a new way to live, and it is learning new things all the time. But they're tiny little things, that is, there's a kind of secret to be found, an attitude that must be steadfast, making circumstances as good as they can be. It's something equivalent to the mantra. For the time being the body repeats the mantra, but it knows that it's.... There's something to be learned that physically replaces the mantra. (Mother goes within) What's on your mind? What I personally find difficult is permanence -- to establish apermanence. It's very difficult. A permanence of what? Consciousness? Yes, consciousness. Pag

June 3, 1971 (To Sujata) Tell Satprem that whatever the circumstances, he must go down very, very deep into his heart: "Lord, what You want, Lord, what You want." No questioning, no asking why -- this (forehead) silent, and here (heart) remaining steadfastly like this (gesture of clenched fists) with an intense prayer: Lord, what You want, what You want.... Page 158

June 23, 1971 (Mother listens to the reading of various letters of Sri Aurobindo for the next Bulletin and selects this one:) "What your vital being seems to have kept all along is the 'bargain' or the 'mess' attitude in these matters. One gives some kind of commodity which he calls devotion or surrender and in return the Mother is under obligation to supply satisfaction for all demands and desires spiritual, mental, vital and physical, and, if she falls short in her task, she has broken her contract. The Ashram is a sort of communal hotel or mess, the Mother is the hotel-keeper or mess-manager. One gives what one can or chooses to give, or it may be nothing at all except the afo

May 30, 1971 (Sujata's visit to Mother) Falsehood has become acute and terrible. It has to go, so it's clinging. Since yesterday it's become so terrible that no one can be trusted. Page 153 June

January 27, 1971 (Mother hands to Satprem a note that she sent to an Aurovillian) "It is the old methods of yoga that demand silence and solitude. The yoga of tomorrow is to find the Divine in work and in contact with the world." * * * (Then a quotation from Sri Aurobindo that Mother wants to include in the next "Bulletin.") "The power that works in this yoga is of a thorough- going character and tolerates in the end nothing great or small that is an obstacle to the Truth and its realisation." Sri Aurobindo Letters on Yoga, XXIII. 803 * * * Tell me, the introduction to your book[[On the Way to Supermanhood. ]] was supposed to be published in January.... But