27 August 1969 Let me begin, ladies and gentlemen and friends (I'm being somewhat formal), with a word of apology to those elderly people here who are beginning to show some interest in our leisurely talks. I would like to remind you a bit gently that this class is meant for youngsters. My young teacher-friends156 have selected me perhaps because I am not a philosopher, not a 'savant', so that I may talk to them in a simple manner, of simple things. The word 'savant' echoes in my memory of something that happened long, long ago. Once, when I had just learnt French and I had taken up teaching French (I shouldn't say teaching, but rather, learning French by teaching),

3 September 1969 In our last talk, I referred to my initial adventure in the spiritual field. I told you how I walked into the lion's den with just a stick in my hand, somewhat perhaps in the manner of Mark Twain appearing in the court of the Emperor of China; and both of us had strange experiences as a result, at least some of which I have related to you. I believe that you had much food for amusement at my cost! But what I've been musing upon since our last class was the destiny or adverse fate of those friends of mine who helped me in this path, and helped others too. You know very well what has happened to them, to one at least. While they have left the Ashram

17 September 1969 Well, light has descended on my home front! (Laughter) What with the descent of light on my home front and the breeze that is coming from the Himalayas ... I am especially happy, my friends, this morning; I have a reason to be happy. The reason of my happiness is this that, after a long, long time, I heard His voice last night, calling me by name, right into my right eardrum. I was very Page-157 much puzzled, sprang up from my deep sleep, looked this way and that; saw nothing but a dark void. But I understood whose voice it was. I looked at the watch; it was about quarter past eleven. So I was wondering why He had called me at this unearthly

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31 October 1969 Today is our real swansong. It seems some of you were not pleased with the last swansong - the swan didn't sing well! So I thought, since you say we are friends, we shouldn't part in grief; I thought of meeting you again to see if we can part in a happy mood. I still don't know why you were disappointed - perhaps you expected too much. Perhaps you wanted me to pour out all my treasures, which I refuse to do. If I empty it into your capacious basket, all at one go, what shall I live with? It seems that when Dickens finished writing his Oliver Twist, he began to weep, because that was his most favourite book, and he didn't know what to do afte

11 June 1969 Some more material about the Mother has come into my hands. It seems that the Divine is taking interest in this class! I will read to you some stories from Srinvantu34 dated 24 April 1969. Some of you must have heard them when you were little children, but they are always fresh, always inspiring, and they never seem to become old. Let me first tempt you with the pictures, if you're interested in them. Come closer - I don't know whether you have long sight or short sight! I remember I once asked Sri Aurobindo about his revolutionary days: 33Francis Thompson, "Kingdom of Heaven". 34A magazine in Bengali, published from Bengal. Page-16

13 August 1969 Well, today I scratch my head; I have entered this - what shall I call it - 'the hall of expectancy' with a somewhat guilty face, for which I as well as you are responsible. We share the great fault, for I understand that, in our last talk, I've confounded some of you about the veracity and genuineness of the conversation I had with Sri Aurobindo. Well, it is none of my fault. However, the very fact that you enjoyed the talk makes me free from all the guilt, and proves the purity of my intention, which is to give you delight. To weave some fanciful myth around Mother and Sri Aurobindo is itself something ennobling, uplifting and satisfying. So, on th

21 May 1969 Today I will speak to you of the last sad incident14 - the passing away of our beloved Pavitra-da15, the passing away of a true and real yogi. It is said that there is a "... touch of tears in mortal things,"16 but this touch is also sweet at the same time. Within two months, we've seen the passing away of two great souls from our midsr.17 We shall never come to know their true greatness because they lived such simple and apparently common lives: they shared our lives, games, pursuits, as if they were one of us. So perhaps we missed their stature and greatness, which they wore so lightly and simply, or perhaps we forgot their greatness because they were so close t

16 July 1969 Nowhere shalt thou escape my living eyes." [This quotation was put up on the blackboard.] The line is from Savitri.88 It has the flavour of that epic. Whoever may have picked it, I must thank him or her. It is very apt, very appropriate, and very true indeed, as some of you at least must have felt, in your own experiences. I've given you in my way a few instances showing the truth of this line from Savitri - His "living eyes" are all the time with you and I could give you many more examples of this truth. Perhaps, from time to time, I might, but I have already shown you enough of my feelings. So this proves that they are "living eyes" and you cannot esc

24 December 1969 Last time I read to you my homage to Sri Aurobindo, and today I will read the counterpart or the complement to it, the homage to Mother by Madhav, a very genuine and moving record of his love and gratitude to the Mother of Love: Whatever the form the Ashram as an organisation may assume to meet the exigencies of the community, to us sadhaks it is and it will Page-281 continue to be what it has always been: our Mothers Home. We came here because our Mother was here, we live here because She is present here and we will follow Her wherever She is - not merely in this life but in all lives to come. All our live