May 28, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) St-Pierre This month of May is interminable, in-ter-mi-na-ble, it is surely elastic. If June is as long, I'll tear the calendar to pieces. But I haven't yet spoken to my mother about returning sooner than planned; I would like to know if Mother approves, it would give me more inner strength to convince my mother. In the meantime, I count the hours (they are also elastic, expandable and sticky; my watch was so weary of those rubber hours that it broke down for good). Is time shorter in India? It seems to have shortened Nehru's life, at any rate - there must be great confusion over there; now all the mud will be free to spread out into the open?...

March 14, 1964 (About a trip to France which Satprem has to make soon.) ... You'll be able to see your friend B. if you go there. I've lost the habit of contact with others; it's very rarely that I don't get tired as soon as I meet someone. Oh, but it's more than tired, it's dazed! And I'm not used to social life anymore, so I have nothing to say anymore, I'm not there. I know what you mean! It's difficult. No, that's good, very good, it SHOULD be that way. There is only one solution in such cases, the one I have established: the "bath of the Lord." You make contact within yourself, and you let That flow through you onto others - and then let what happens happen,

December 23, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem) Satprem, mon cher petit, Here is your book, just arrived from America. I am sending it to you with all my love so that it may be the sign of the arrival of perfect balance and total health. Blessings Signed: Mother Page 312

November 12, 1964 Is there anything new? It's you who had something to find. You said you would look for the cause of those sorts of faintings. There is something interesting (not the faintings!). You know that Z has started a yoga in the body (I didn't ask her to do anything, she did it spontaneously); she wrote to me her first experiences, and there were observations quite similar to those I had made and with an accuracy that interested me - I have encouraged her. She is going on. I don't have the time to read her letters: they're piling up there. But what I found very interesting is that yesterday I was read a letter from an English writer (a lady): she has a little group the

March 31, 1964 A remark in passing It is expected that people (here in the Ashram) would have made some progress!... And would not need the physical presence [of Mother] to feel the Help and the Force. * * * Regarding older Agenda conversations ... I forget completely. I seem to go by so fast, so fast, so fast, that it's impossible to remember - it would pull me backwards. Page 104 April-June

November 28, 1964 I am continuing to relive forgotten aspects of this life, rejected from the nature, that come back in the form of relived memories, as though someone were, you know, trying to "pick holes" (!) in all the possible movements that have occurred in this body, not only to sweep things clean, but also to purify, correct, and illuminate - all the body's memories (I'm not speaking of the mind or the vital) ... extraordinary! And at the same time the understanding comes of all the people I met in my life and with whom I lived for a certain time: for what reasons, with what aim, for what purpose they were there and what action they had and how they did the Lord's work (unkn

August 19, 1964 Mother looks very tired How are you? I should be the one asking you. I was told you haven't been well. It's not that. There is too much confusion and disorder.... Very busy nights - too busy. And too much confusion here. Maybe it's fatigue. Page 167 It's especially (for me, for my consciousness) an avalanche of confusion on me, and not enough time to ... (how can I put it?) transform it all as it falls on me. So it's a little too much. And then, all that one reads ... I've heard some things written about me, I've heard the stories people have been telling in their "seminars" [[On the occasion of August 15, various groups of disciples met in P

April 23, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) Paris It's hard, you know, life here is hectic, harried, you always have to see people, always have to run about - life doesn't have time to live, nothing has time to be. My brother, too, suffers from this life and would really like something else, but they are so tied up, bound hand and foot to this Falsehood that they cannot find the way out. They would have to break everything. I don't know what's going on, but all your letters arrive open - censored in India?? It's the third letter from you that has arrived Page 113 like that, open, with the envelope half torn. Apart from that, the contract with Corréa has been signed and they w

December 7, 1964 (This conversation took place in the music room. Mother had asked Sunil, the musician disciple, and Sujata to come.) Can anybody play the harmonica? (laughter) I've just been given a harmonica! It comes from Germany. (To Sunil:) Don't you know how to play it?... No? (Sujata:) Satprem would very much like to learn to play some instrument, Mother, you know. (Satprem:) But not the harmonica! (To Sunil:) Did they tell you why I called you? No? Don't you know French anymore, tell me? - He doesn't dare speak. Here is the thing: I like your music, and as for me, I no longer play! - I don't have the time. I never have an opportunity, I haven't played for the last

June 28, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem) (The following note has a curious history. Satprem had gone off on a journey to see his brother and upon his return, reaching the coast of Brittany, he saw in the sky what Breton sailors call a "wind foot," an immense white cloud shaped like an archangel with wings spread and no head. Satprem was so struck by that cloud, without knowing why, that he told his brother, "Look at that victorious angel coming our way!" Then they went inside. This letter from Mother was awaiting Satprem:) Page 121 Take heart, my dear little child, Open your wings and soar above the world, vast. I look forward to seeing you soon. With tend