July 7, 1965 (About Mother's recent cold. After listening to the English translation of her last comments on the "Aphorisms" brought to her by Nolini, Mother starts speaking in English:) I don't know for others but for a very long time in life when there is an illness (some illness of any kind) automatically the cells forget everything, all their sadhana and everything, and it is only Page 161 slowly when you get out of the illness that the cells begin to remember. And then, my ambition was (I remember that, it was long ago, many years ago), my ambition was that the cells should remember when being ill - which is absurd because it would have been better to aspire to have no il

July 24, 1965 (Satprem had written to Mother to ask her the meaning of a dream he had had, in which his brother abruptly came in and announced his son's death. It was an extremely vivid dream. The shock of emotion woke Satprem up.) Page 190 I have got your letter.... I don't think it is premonitory. Do you have any news from there? If something had happened, he would have sent you a telegram. Not necessarily.... But what kind of construction or imagination is it, then? I will tell you. I had a similar experience three days earlier - similar, I will tell you in what. To begin with, last time I told you that this physical mind is being transformed; and three or four days

July 17, 1965 (Regarding the last conversation, in which Satprem complained about his bad nights.) But I just can't understand why it's always that side that I remember, always the sewers, the filth.... Because all the same there must be another side, mustn't there? (Mother laughs) The reason is simple: that side is very, very close to the ordinary consciousness, so you remember; the other ... there isn't a sufficient "connection," so when you wake up, you forget. That's the discouraging thing, besides, because one always remembers the bad side, not the rest! Maybe it's to see if we don't lose heart. Just this morning ...[[Mother looks "tired." ]] (silence) That must be

January 16, 1965 (From Mother to Satprem) Saturday evening Satprem, mon cher petit, Today at noon, I spoke to the doctor about you, and he explained your case to me and told me what has to be done. He has convinced me, and I think it is the swiftest way of being radically cured. Thus you will take that week [[That "week" in the Vellore hospital was to last more than a month. Mother's letter astounded Satprem, as he did not believe in medicine; he held quite a grudge against Mother, without understanding that She perhaps had other, "educational" intentions. But in reality, during that month in Vellore, Satprem kept fighting not against the so-called "illness," but agains

December 25, 1965 (About Satprem's mother, who has donated money to the Ashram:) Is it your money? No, she has given all her goods to her children and there is a part that was supposed to be for me, but it's hers, so it's just as well in your hands. She says she is "ventilating herself." But it's true, you know. It's a very spontaneously true feeling in the being: you feel increased by what you give. As long as I felt people were giving to me, as a person, there was a shrinking, but now there's an absolutely concrete sensation (Mother makes a circular motion going through her): it circulates, circulates.... So now, there is the joy of the thing, because it circulates, not

April 21, 1965 About the last conversation, a quotation from Sri Aurobindo came to mind. Which quotation? You were speaking of the first form of supramental life. On the earth. Page 74 Yes, in an "improved physical body." I wondered about that ... especially when you speak of "switching to a new body." What were you wondering? This, in particular: The difference between the present human body and the supramental creation is so considerable, the substance must be so different... Of course. ... that I am wondering to what extent even an improved physical body could be of use? Because the thing is going to be so different. Whether this body is old and bent or y

December 31, 1965 (About Satprem's recent letter to Mother:) Have you received my answer? (Mother makes a gesture of mental communication) No? I talked to you a great deal, a very great deal. I have a feeling of having seen you several times these last two nights, but ... I was always trying to set up the tape recorder to record what you were telling me, but it wasn't working! (Mother laughs, then after a silence) Don't you really feel where your difficulty is?... It's a lack of satisfaction, no? What's called in English frustration, something that's disappointed. Yes, but that's just one way of putting it. Another way would be, "Something unaccomplished." Yes, but "som

M o t h e r's   A g e n d a   1965-09-15 September 15, 1965 (Letter to Mother from Sujata) September 15, 1965 Little Mother, After what you said this morning, I am wondering if we, the young, do not as citizens of India have the duty of offering our service to the country. Or at least to prepare ourselves for this possibility? Your child who loves you, Signed: Sujata (Mother's answer) For those who are capable of it, the service to the divine Work is infinitely more important than the service to the country. I do not think I have said anything this morning that could contradict this undeniable fact. Signed: Mother Page Home ISBN 2-902776-33-0

August 25, 1965 (Mother reads a passage from "Essays on the Gita," which she wants to publish in the next Bulletin:) "No real peace can be till the heart of man deserves peace; the law of Vishnu cannot prevail till the debt to Rudra is paid. To turn aside then and preach to a still unevolved mankind the law of love and oneness? Teachers of the law of love and oneness there must be, for by that way must come the ultimate salvation. But not till the Time-Spirit in man is ready, can the inner and ultimate prevail over the outer and immediate reality. Christ and Buddha have come and gone, but it is Rudra who still holds the world in the hollow of his hand. And meanwhile the fierce forwar

December 18, 1965 (Sujata:) Why is Pavitra in such poor condition? The doctor predicted he wouldn't be able to move anymore at all, and he climbs the stairs, goes here and there. Only, it's quite an effort. But the doctor said, "He won't be able to move anymore, he will be bed-ridden." So it's already a big achievement. It's an ankylosis of all the muscles.[[In fact, a cancer. ]] (Sujata:) When I see him in the morning, it's terrible. It takes him a long time before he's able to move, and he is in a lot of pain. Yes, it hurts. Oh, he walks about through sheer willpower. I know that. I know, because as a rule you're finished, you can't move anymore. Page 334 (sile