December 14, 1963 Did W tell you his experience? No?... He says that lately he had the experience of an extraordinary force, like a kind of power going out of him through every pore and spreading, and he felt he had an extraordinary power; it lasted for hours. A very good experience. What force? (Mother smiles) You know, there are, broadly speaking, two categories of people: those who by nature receive, are receptive; who receive and like to receive and to feel they are receiving; and those who like to give and like the feeling of giving. So those who like to receive have the experience of receiving, while those who like to give (laughing) have the experience of giving. But b

November 30, 1963 (After a meditation with Mother) Do you believe in Muses? In Muses?!... [Satprem is taken aback]... I believe in inspiration. Because I saw ... It was so precise, so concrete, material, that for a moment I wondered whether it was physical or not. There was only the arm and shoulder of someone who stood behind you, but veiled, that is, as if behind a mist so as not to be seen. It was a woman's arm, very young, a very milky white, and a little rounded - not fat (!), but without angles. There was a hand and an arm, very white-skinned - a milky white - and I could see the beginning of a sort of silver dress. She had words and sheets of paper, and she was arrangi

December 18, 1963 (Mother reads a letter by Sri Aurobindo:) "It is equally ignorant and one thousand miles away from my teaching to find it in your relations with human beings or in the nobility of the human character or an idea that we are here to establish mental and moral and social Truth and justice on human and egoistic lines. I have never promised to do anything of the kind. Human nature is made up of imperfections, even its righteousness and virtue are pretensions, imperfections and prancings of a self-approbatory egoism.... What is aimed at by us is a spiritual truth as the basis of life, the first words of which are surrender and union with the Divine and the transcendence

November 20, 1963 So, any news? How are you? So-so. Not all that well? Not all that well, no. Your health isn't good? Not too good either. What's wrong? It's inside also. Oh, then that's why! What's wrong inside? You don't want to tell me? I'm a bit... disillusioned. By what? My faith doesn't waver, but I have the impression that except for a certain number of things I have to do and for which I receive a precise help, a help really from above, for the rest, nothing. You understand, it's ten years now since I came here, well, there's nothing - not that I lack faith, but there's no development. Maybe not the development you're expecting. Well, for

June 26, 1963 (Regarding Satprem's Tantric yantram) I made an experiment: writing the letter OM. When you have written it four, five, six times, it becomes excellent! I wanted to know why you were asked to do that work and what you could draw from it. So I sat down to write your yantram, and it became very living, I could see it in front of me - I kept seeing it all the while. "But then," I thought, "the VERY FACT of writing must have an effect." Then I started writing the letter OM carefully.... Well, when I came to the fourth, the fifth, it became excellent - excellent, as though it were creating a vibration. That's the power it has, an external power. But then it was very amusing

October October 3, 1963 (On Mother's table are two double white hibiscus flowers called "Grace." Mother takes one and gives it to Satprem:) N. had a dream last night in which Sri Aurobindo gave her many things, then I came and gave her two "Grace" flowers. And in the morning, she wakes up, goes to her garden ... on the tree were two Grace flowers. It's amusing. So, what have you brought? I have a letter from X. Well! ... What does he say? I asked him what I should do: today I finished the second "round" of my Tantric writings. So he says, "Once more start the thing and continue." Naturally he said you should go to the end. So I need more paper! Ayo! If we can

June 12, 1963 There was something happening.... I was brushing it away when something said to me, "If you don't tell this to Satprem, it will be lost forever." But I was already erasing it, so now I don't remember what it was.... It was last night, in the middle of the night. (silence Mother tries to remember, the clock strikes) It was a rather acute sensation that when the world, the earth, goes from one state to another, there is a sort of transition; it is always like a ridge between two mountains (gesture of a precarious balance), and there is a very perilous moment when the slightest thing can cause a catastrophe - which means a lot of things would have to be built anew. T

May 18, 1963 (Mother asks for a box of paints to demonstrate practically the gradation of colors of the levels of consciousness, from the most material Nature to the Supreme. The point is to illustrate the symbol of Infinity, the figure 8, which Mother explained in the conversation of May 11: the infinite play of the Supreme reaching down to Nature and Nature rising toward the Supreme. Mother speaks in English in the presence of a disciple, who is a painter, so that he may convey her explanations to H., the disciple who is preparing illustrations for "Savitri.") Of course, all these things are lights, so you can't reproduce them. But still, it must be a violet that is not dull and not d

March 13, 1963 (Mother opens "Savitri." She intended to translate "The Debate of Love and Death." The book opens "by chance" on the last lines of Death's defeat, which Mother reads aloud:) Page 79 And [Death] left crumbling the shape that he had worn, Abandoning hope to make man's soul his prey And force to be mortal the immortal spirit. (X.IV.667) No matter where you open, no matter where you read, it's wonderful! Immediately it's wonderful - strange, these three lines, aren't they.... Abandoning hope to make man's soul his prey And force to be mortal the immortal spirit. Wonderful. These people could very easily lure me: for a long time they have been ask

June 26, 1963 (Letter to Mother from Sujata) Wednesday Little Mother, I had a dream this afternoon. I told it to Satprem, who said I should write to you about it. I was on a staircase that looked like the one leading to the meditation room. Two Ashram girls, about sixteen or seventeen years old, were there, waiting to go upstairs to see "mother." When I heard that, I was seized by a sense of great danger. Because I KNEW that You weren't there. So I began to give instructions to the two girls, whom I knew, in fact, one especially. I don't remember what I told them but it was a matter of will - of life and death. The girl who knew me well promised she would do as I said, the oth