Diary   ̶ Early 1960's I find myself vowing again to put forth all energy towards surrender and aspiration for Calm. Yet, I am so hypocritical. Can one ever find enough gratitude in the entire being for having seen Thee once? And yet, I have met and spoken with Thee, Mother. Thou hast touched me, smiled at me, given me every conceivable gift, encouraged me and filled me with such a great force. And Thee, Master, my father, I cannot find words to express my feelings when Thou came to me, allowed me to sit next to Thee, touched me on the heart with Thy hand and with Thy gray-

Diary Mary Helen Feb. 16, 2002 In that moment when she embraced me, folding her thin, frail arms around me, I knew she had transcended human love and I was enveloped in the rapture of her soul's embrace. All the sweetness, all the tenderness of this beautiful being I knew as Mary Helen flowed into me and no human emotion will ever again approach that divine and selfless expression. In later years the intensity of our human love turned more and more towards its divine source and in doing so deepened the sacred atmosphere around us. I don'

Auroville and the Ashram Diary April 30, 2002 When Aurovilians will realize collectively that the Ashram is the center of Mother and Sri Aurobindo's Integral yoga and that Auroville is a radiant field of that vibrating core, things will develop more harmoniously for Auroville and the world.

Diary - March 30, 1963 Dearest Divine Mother, Many things have happened to me lately and I feel the need to write of them.  I am working again with my father (something that was furthest from my mind during February 1962) in order to earn passage for Anne.  Anne and I are working very well now, the vibrations between us are usually very harmonious.  I have asked her to prepare herself for this long journey into the soul and I am certain that she will. I thought of Thee often this day and meditated on the words Thou hast spoken to me.  When I call to Thee a calm enters me and although I cannot feel Thee deep within my heart center as yet, I know ?Thou art with me.  I r

Diary Diary-Surgery Day- Sept. 28, 1998-8 11:30 a.m. Mary Helen, These words flow from a heart filled with the love you have imbued.  I feel no longer any need of words when I look into your eyes or watch the sweetness in your face or the unalloyed delight that brightens your countenance when we share the transcendent beauty of the flowers. I am so grateful that we have had the opportunity to work all these months on the revision of "Flowers and Their Messages".  We have both been given new insights and understanding of the meaning of flowers

OM and the New Music December 2002 I was amazed the other evening when I chanted OM and read Savitri at Huta's house, 'Gratitude', that there was still some voice left after nearly forty years without practicing. Perhaps Mother will give me an opening to the new music but I am aware that the chanting must be egoless – not even a hint of "personal satisfaction". If all can be offered to the Divine then, perhaps...

In the Service Tree October 2001 When Mother gave me the work of caring for the Service Tree immediately after the cyclone broke the massive branch that was directly over the Samadhi, facing south, I worked on the tree throughout the 1970's to 1981. During the 1980's I lived in the U.S. and in the 1990's once again took up the work, now with many able assistants, among them Montu and Andreas. This is the story of a day in 1970 (or 1971, I no longer recall exactly) when I was still climbing with a safety harness, often going very high into the top of th

Golconde and Life in the Ashram 2003 I sit in my spotless Golconde room as a cooling breeze moves through the heat of day. A few clusters of 'Joy in Fairyland' (Kleinhovia hospita) borne atop the vibrant heart-shaped leaves come into view through the shutters and my spirit after long grief is at rest in this sacred atmosphere. Golconde is a sanctuary for the soul. Voices are subdued, greetings muted but no less deep, and the spirit of cleanliness and order and the respect for material things is evident everywhere. So many kindnesses