October 14, 1967 (The conversation begins an hour late. Sujata gives Mother flowers called "Transformation.") Two for you (to Sujata), two for you (to Satprem), and one for me.... It's to prompt the body to transform itself! (Mother slips a flower through her buttonhole) It tries its best, people don't leave it much time to look after itself.... It's getting worse and worse.... The nights are shorter; during the day, the moment when I used to be able to rest is gone. So it's kept constantly, constantly busy. Not very easy. *** Soon afterwards All of a sudden, yesterday afternoon towards evening (around six, or a little before), there came a sort of atmosphere of ... (wh

November 22, 1967 (Mother takes flowers) I'll put them in water.... Flowers are the beauty of life. And there is a progress. Oh? At the end of the physical demonstration [[Every year on December 2, all the children of the School and all the disciples taking part in sports carry out a general demonstration of physical culture. ]] [on December 2], all the children will pray in chorus, and the prayer has been written by me. I will read it to you. But I hadn't thought about it: they asked me for it, and I wrote it. They must have read the Bulletin, and then they asked me for a prayer - a prayer that would really be the body's. I answered: Page 375 THE PRAYER OF THE

July 12, 1967 (Mother had asked Satprem to listen for her to a recording of European music.) That screaming soprano was quite simply abominable. Even Schubert's music, even Haydn's trio seemed to me artificial. I can no longer hear music. Now and then, two or three notes are very good, but the rest is mental construction. I can no longer hear music. Except for Sunil's music - that's all right. Still, there are "stopgaps," but not too many, not a lot. *** Yesterday, I received twenty-six letters in a single day! Today, there's already a pile of them! So how can they imagine I'll find the time to answer?... I reply to four, five, six letters a day, I think that's g

Undated ... because I do know nobody who could make a grown-up body into which I could step without losing my consciousness. Page 388

November 10, 1967 Last night again, for a long time in that same place. It's strange, because I wouldn't be able to tell the precise memory of all that took place, but with every circumstance of the morning, every moment the impression is, "Ah, this was decided last night ... ah, I saw that last night...." Like that. Strange. And it's always the night before the day when I am to see you. *** (Mother reads out the message she intends to distribute for January 1, 1968:) "Remain young. Never stop striving towards perfection." *** (Then Mother goes into a long contemplation lasting nearly forty-five minutes.) Anything to say, or to ask?... As for me, I can stay

November 18, 1967 (Mother answers appeals.) In her note I felt she was quite distraught. I wanted to keep it to show it to you, but there is such a confusion of letters that I don't know where it's gone. I don't even know ... I wanted to send her a brief note in answer, but I don't even know if I did. Page 374 Because with all this accumulation of work, I have only one possible method - it is every minute to "transfer" and wait for the Impulsion to answer or not. For certain things the response comes right away: I immediately write a line and it's over; with others, I am obliged to keep it aside and wait in order to know what I should do. And among those, some I keep aside

January 4, 1967 About a European visitor My impression was that she should let herself unwind, that her stay here would be good if she could open out, as a flower does, like that, relaxed. She is very tense towards life (Mother clenches her two fists and stiffens): it's "something to keep an eye on" and "beware of"! So if she could ... After all, it's such a great thing when you can say, "Oh, I can have trust, there REALLY is something concrete like a Grace, I can have trust." That would be a great progress. (Mother gives a flower called "Radha") Radha [[In Indian mythology, Radha gave herself wholly to Sri Krishna. ]] is surrender. [[Italics denote words or sentence

October 21, 1967 Yesterday afternoon, I had an experience in relation to a woman who has been in a coma for sixty-five days (!). After fifty or fifty-five days (the whole family was around her, but her son had gone to work), all of a sudden after fifty-five days, because her son had left, she started calling for him, shouting frantically! (Laughing) I think they all had a scare.... And the usual stupid remarks: "She was unconscious." I said, "Good God! But why do you say she was unconscious, you know nothing about it'... She can't express herself, but she isn't unconscious." She is entirely conscious, only the means of expression are damaged, she can no longer use them. And I made a l

July 22, 1967 I told you there is someone here learning French (and learning it very well, I must say) whom I answered with a joke to see if he had a sense of humor. And the next day he, in turn, sent me a joke! "In the work of transformation, who is slower in doing his work, man or God?" My answer: "To man, God is too slow in answering his prayer. " To God, man is too slow in opening to His influence. " But to the Truth-Consciousness, everything is going as it should!" (Mother laughs) Then I have something else. I have been asked questions about music: "What is it we should attend to in music? How to judge the quality of a piece of music? What do you

December 16, 1967 Yesterday evening, Pavitra asked me for a message for the opening of the School today. I wasn't in too good a mood (!) and sent him back. This morning, at five, a message came, and I wrote it down. I had barely written it down when three others came! So I wrote the four of them, and at seven sent them to K., saying that each teacher or class should choose (they are all on the same subject and with the same idea, but shown from different angles). And at eight, everyone already knew! Things spread very fast.... N. told me, "But the messages are for different classes and they haven't been selected!" I said, "No! It's not for me to select, but for the teacher in