M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1964-03-29 March 29, 1964 Satprem, my dear child,        People are raining like locusts!                    On Tuesday, I have to see four of them      before you. I will try to rush it,                           but I am telling you so that you take your time and don't hurry.                                With tenderness                          and blessings                                                Signed: Mother (Two lines from "Savitri" sent along with this note, on the occasion of March 29,  the date when Mother and Sri Aurobindo  first met ... fifty years earlier:) Page 103   Because thou art, men yield not to their

August 22, 1964 Something peculiar happened to me.... It was the other day, the last time you came. I looked peculiar that day, didn't I? You were tired. It's not that! It's never "tired," never "ill" - it's never that, it's something else. But it takes me a few days to find out what it is. It's that the center of the body consciousness moved (usually it's in the head, in the brain). The body consciousness, the cellular consciousness, the one that responds to the workings of Nature and governs the whole functioning - suddenly it moved, it went out of the body. I had the experience (I knew what it was, but I didn't know the consequences or how to express it), I had the experi

End of December, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem. The letter Mother answers here unfortunately disappeared along with the others.) What you are feeling is entirely in accord with what I saw. I take it as the definitive turning point in your life. We will talk about it on January 2nd when you come and see me all alone. In the meantime, I am with you and my love envelops you. Signed: Mother; Page 312

July 4, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) St-Pierre Outside, everything is agitated and running around and making noises, but inside I was all along as if on an island of Peace - at home. And even the most beautiful landscapes of the world were not as full, not as quiet as this home in my heart. Page 122 July

April 19, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) Paris ... People are miserable in the midst of their wealth, their faces are hard and closed, they are harassed.... There are fine beings, but all their energy is devoured by this devouring life - I will never come back here, I don't belong here, I've never belonged here! The best of their ideal is as aggressive as they themselves are - I like them, but they are thousands and thousands of miles away from any true truth, it will take them many centuries to broaden a little. At any rate, it is clear that no book, no word will be able to change that, another Power is needed. I will nonetheless write that Sannyasin, but afterwards nothing but tal

May 15, 1964 (From Satprem to Sujata) St-Pierre I have become as brown as an Indian - that's just like me, I do the contrary of the country I am in: Breton among the Indians, Indian among the Bretons. Basically, I'm forming a new race, the Bretondians - what do you say? S. Page 117

June June 4, 1964 (From Mother to Satprem) Satprem, my dear little child, There you are! Since my last letter, I have seen you several times, often, even - every time that I go to the place where the moves of nations (their next move) are being worked out. It is a terrestrial mental region, open to the higher influences. It seems to interest you, especially in certain details. Last night, it involved the countries of the Far East, particularly China and Japan. You were there with me. We were trying to do some good work and to bring about a rapprochement. The details were picturesque and interesting but too long to narrate. ............ Don't worry about the Bulletin: Noli

November 14, 1964 ... I was read a letter from a young Italian boy, fourteen or fifteen years old, who had remarkable experiences on silence, how he obtains silence and what goes on inside him - truly remarkable. I told you also that I had received a letter from England and the analogy with Z's experiences, with merely the nuance that spontaneous sincerity gives. Then, there are here a few people who hadn't budged for years: suddenly they are on the move, they're beginning to have experiences. But what's really interesting is that those who have experiences are for the most part Westerners, particularly Europeans, as though their past of negation had intensified the aspiration and pre