February 17, 1962 Are you more conscious now in your dreams, or not? Sometimes.... Yes, yesterday there was something, but my memory of it is rather hazy. I meet you from time to time ... in very different places. That's why I ask. What do I do there? All sorts of things. But quite often we are looking for ... things related to expression - sometimes images, sometimes sentences, sometimes.... I have told you I frequently meet you in a kind of library without books. It's very interesting. It is open on top, below too, and no walls; it is extremely spacious, certainly almost as vast as the earth. And there are pigeonholes that seem to hang in the air, with all kinds of thing

February 27, 1962 72 - The sign of dawning Knowledge is to feel that as yet I know little or nothing; and yet, if I could only know my knowledge, I already possess everything. So, what's your question? You have nothing special to say?... (Mother shakes her head) I did prepare something, it goes like this: in sleep one can have a very exact knowledge of what is going to happen, sometimes with astonishingly accurate material details; it's as if everything were already worked out down to the least detail on an occult plane. Is this correct? What is this plane of knowledge? Is there more than one? How can one gain conscious access to it in the waking state? And how is it that

March 13, 1962 You're in a bad mood; oh yes, I could see it from far away. (Satprem voices various complaints, then adds.) And then to top it off, the other day you tell me this Agenda isn't interesting either, that it's not worth keeping. So what am I doing here? What? What's not worth keeping? Your Agenda. My Agenda? But I treasure it! Oh, you said it didn't interest you.... Me? I said that! Page 121 Yes. You sure did! Then I was lying. No, obviously not. But you said it didn't interest you and it should be filed away in a corner or I don't know what. So what am I doing here? You surely misunderstood me. I said it's unpublishable for the time being;

December 12, 1962 (Satprem tries to question Mother on the reasons for Sri Aurobindo's departure.) Oh, no! No, I don't want to talk about it. I would rather not listen to it, I don't want it kept. [[Rightly or wrongly, Satprem did not keep the recording of this conversation, not to obey Mother, for he was never very obedient, but because the words that follow rent his heart. He didn't know at the time how very true they all were. ]] Those were terrible days I lived through then. (silence) I am only beginning to come out of it. In any case, not today. I don't know if it has to do with something general, but on December 9 an avalanche of very unpleasant things came down on

December 22, 1962 New Year's Day and Christmas. Where there used to be ten letters a day, now there are twenty-five. Nolini comes and he just won't leave.... I am late again.[[This is the beginning of a phenomenon that will become quite acute over the years, as if an increasingly inexorable force were trying to swallow up Mother's conversations with Satprem - the story of the transformation, in other words - in favor of small parochial doings. ]] Did you bring your book? It's not so great. That doesn't matter. Is it the end of the chapter? Oh, no, just another part. What is it on? The transformation? You've finished the "transformation" - no? The transformation isn't fi

October October 3, 1962 Nothing to say. It is a microscopic work. Page 363

November November 3, 1962 (Mother asks Satprem how he is. He did not keep his reply.) ... But it's all right, mon petit, it's going well. And physically? Not so good. Are you eating enough? Yes, yes. Are you sure? It's more a sort of weariness. I spend terrible nights in the subconscient. Over the past six months there's been a really abrupt change in my dreams. Previously I would remember something once in a while; now I remember nothing except the subconscient, and what a subconscient! I'm lucky when it's not hellish. Mon petit, from that point of view my nights are abominable too - they can't really be abominable because I live in beatitude, but what I see, w

May 22, 1962 (The beginning of this conversation, unfortunately not kept, dealt with certain instances of human ugliness. The topic, in fact, was Satprem's break with X who had been his guru for the past few years. The reasons for this rupture may one day be told, but it should be stressed right now that the fault did not really lie with X, whom Satprem continued to respect, but with a group of schemers at the Ashram who fastened onto X in the hope of god knows what "powers." It is perhaps just as well that the human "ugliness" here in question has vanished from Satprem's records, for - although it did come up again immediately after Mother's departure - it concerned only the Ashram discip

February 13, 1962 (After listening to Satprem read several Playground Talks [[From 1951 to 1958, Mother gave regular talks at the Ashram Playground. These talks were later published under the title Questions and Answers. ]] to be published in the Ashram Bulletin.) It's easy reading, it won't tax their brains. Still, it's worth saying. Actually, I have noticed one thing: nowadays if I spontaneously say something the way I see it, without trying to adapt myself to people, they don't understand - it's difficult to understand. And I am not speaking of people who know nothing, but of those who have lived and thought with me. My vision of things - the SAME things - has become ve

January 12, 1962 (Note from Mother to Satprem concerning his question of January 9, on the capacities required to gain access to the supramental world.) Capacity for indefinite expansion of consciousness on all planes including the material. Limitless plasticity, to be able to follow the movement of becoming. Perfect equality abolishing all possibility of ego reaction. Page 33