July 29, 1956 O Thou who art always there - present in all I do, all I am - not for repose do I aspire, but for THY INTEGRAL VICTORY. Page 85 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

September 3, 1955 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, September 3, 1955 Mother, it seems that for weeks I have been knocking against myself at every turn, as though I were in a prison, and I cannot get out of it. Mother, I need your Space, your Light, to get out of this walled-in night that is suffocating me. No matter where I concentrate, in my heart, above my head, between my eyes, I bang everywhere into an unyielding wall; I no longer know which way to turn, what I must do, say, pray in order to be freed from all this at last. Mother, I know that I am not making all the effort I should, but help me to make this effort, I implore your grace. I need so much to find

February 1951 (Note written by hand two months after Sri Aurobindo's departure) The lack of the earth's receptivity and the behavior of Sri Aurobindo's disciples' are largely responsible for what happened to his body. But one thing is certain: the great misfortune that has just beset us in no way affects the truth of his teaching. All he said is perfectly true and remains so. Time and the course of events will make this abundantly clear. Page 27

November 15, 1960 I don't know if it's due to Z's visit' or simply if the time had come and things converged (because that's what generally happens), but a whole period of the past is coming up again - and it's not a purely personal past, for it includes all the acquaintances I used to have, a whole collection of things that represents not only my individual life but something rather collective (as it always is; each of us is always a collectivity but we aren't aware of it, and if anything were taken away, it would unbalance the whole). A whole set of things that were absolutely wiped clean from the memory (it must have been buried somewhere in the subconscient or the semi-consci

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1959 Undated 1959 (?) OM, Seigneur Suprême Prends possession de ces cellules Prends possession de ce cerveau Prends possession de ces nerfs Page 341 Prends possession de ce corps Prends possession de cette matière Prends possession de ces atomes OM, Seigneur Suprême Manifeste Ta Splendeur ** (translation) OM, Supreme Lord Take possession of these cells Take possession of this brain Take possession of these nerves Take possession of this body Take possession of this matter Take possession of these atoms OM, Supreme Lord Manifest Your Splendor Page 342 Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

June 8, 1959 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Rameswaram, June 8, 1959 Sweet Mother, Even before receiving your second letter in which you say that the mantra is all right, X told me this morning that he had repeated your mantra during his puja and that it was very good, that there is nothing to be changed: 'The vibration is good.' Here are a few additional indications regarding the forthcoming events. As I appeared to be doubting, X told me, 'There is no "suspicion " [doubt], the war will take place in November' (in fact, it is to occur some time between September and November), and for the rest of the talk, he had a tone of absolute certitude: 'The first atom bomb will fal

Undated, 1960 (Handwritten note from Mother to Satprem) At the moment when you least expect it. Page 472 ISBN 2-902776-33-0

October 11, 1960 I'm just now finishing the Yoga of Self-Perfection ... When we see what human life is and, even in the best of cases, what it represents in the way of imbecility, stupidity, narrowness, mean Page 430 ness (not to mention ignorance because that is too flagrant) ... and even those who believe themselves to have generous heart, for example, or liberal ideas, a desire to do good! ... Each time the consciousness orients itself in one direction to attain some result, everything that was in existence (not just one's personal existence, but this sort of collectivity of existences that each being represents), everything that is contrary to this effort immediat

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1956 Undated 1956  (c) (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Sweet Mother, here is what has been happening in me almost every evening: I am literally like a bundle of compressed force that somehow can neither explode nor settle down and dissolve. The heaviness in my chest is such that I breathe with difficulty, as though all the blood in my body were converging there, oppressing me. In my head, the pressure at times is so intense that I dare not even close my eyes or concentrate further, for I feel it could crack. My entire being is so tense and filled with force that it seems it could break physically. Is this perhaps a dangerous state? Or else is it

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   Undated_1957 Undated 1957 (Note from Mother to Satprem) It is within oneself that one finds the Pretentaine.' 1. Pretentaine: name of the boat on which Satprem wanted to sail around the world alone. Page 126 Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0