August 2, 1967 (Regarding a Tantric apprentice, disciple of X.) Do you see W? Yes, I saw him yesterday. He wrote to me today: he is in full revolt. What did he tell you yesterday? Oh .. . He was in a pretty bad state. Quite. In full revolt. So at night, his heart hurts, his chest hurts, his head aches - aching all over. And today he writes to tell me, "Is this what you want till doomsday?" I wrote back, "What I want is just the opposite!" I saw him yesterday and spoke to him for half an hour, but he was like ... you know, like iron bars; he had decided in advance that he wouldn't understand anything of what I would tell him. I tried to get in deep down, but ... H

July 8, 1967 (Mother starts sorting innumerable scraps of notes and stops at this one:) "For the Government of India, one thing is to be known: does it want to live for the Future or does it stick desperately to the past?" (June 20, 1967) It was when that man came here on behalf of the government of India; he saw everything and was to make a report. Before leaving (I saw him: he is a nice man), he said, "I wonder what words I should use to convince them?" Then I told him, "Well, there's only one question: do they want to work with the future or do they want to ... stick, to remain stuck to the past?" And he took it with him! (Mother laughs) He's going to say that right i

April 19, 1967 Yesterday evening, I got a big file from Y. on "prenatal education".... She says that during the first months of its life, the child needs to touch its mother's skin, and that this (Mother shows the photo of a naked Negress carrying her naked child on her back) is the ideal way to carry children!? I read it yesterday, because she had so much spoken of this prenatal education, saying the child is fully educated by the age of three, so I wanted to know what she proposed. But there isn't a single thing in it, she doesn't say what should be done. Just at the last page. Yes, there is something there. The child of the future He has never met with a burs

November 22, 1967 The prayer of the cells in the body (The prayer of the body's cells) Now that by the effect of the Grace we are slowly emerging out of inconscience and waking up to a conscious life, an ardent prayer rises in us for more light, more consciousness: "O Supreme Lord of the Universe, We implore Thee, give us the strength and the beauty, the harmonious perfection needed to be Thy divine instruments upon earth." Page 388

April 27, 1967 (Regarding the "darshan" of April 24, forty-seventh anniversary of Mother's coming to Pondicherry.) How was the 24th? Did you stay at home for the meditation? No, I always come. It was rather peculiar. Here is the sequence of events: someone living here had a very bad cold some seven or eight days before the darshan. I said to myself, "I must not catch it."[[Mother in fact has a bad cold. ]] So I did a special prayer not to catch it. But it has had consequences. I told you about that experience, which has been growing increasingly concrete and constant, of the Vibration of Harmony (a higher harmony expressing the essential Consciousness in its aspect of l

October 7, 1967 (Satprem describes his meeting with the monk.) ... But he talked with Pavitra, and he said he is interested in the quest for the "inner divine," that's what he wants to find. He said, "The divinization of the earth is all very well ..." (Mother laughs) but what interests him is the discovery of the inner divine. Did he say anything to you? Yes, while we were talking about dogmas, he said that allthose outer things had no value for him and what mattered to him was the ascent here [gesture to the heart], the assumption and resurrection here. That's good. If that's how he understands religion, it's good. Well, he seems to be sincere in his own quest.

March 2, 1967 (Regarding foreign visitors who have asked to see Mother) ... Seeing me should be the RESULT of something, not the beginning. That's what I never stop saying to them. It's not to give them an impulse: it's to respond to a preparation that needs to take root. Then it has a meaning. They come, it's done in two minutes, they go away with what is needed. Then it's all right. *** (The conversation turns to Mother's last birthday, on February 21, and to the difficulty in containing the increasing and chaotic stream of outer activities.) I live in growing confusion. It has one advantage, I see that very clearly: there can no longer be any automatism. When you li

August 30, 1967 The last few nights, I have spent almost the whole night, several hours of it, in a place which must certainly belong to the subtle physical and where material life is being reorganized. It's immense - immense - and the crowd innumerable; but they are individualities, not a crowd, which means that I deal with each of them. And there are also kinds of documents and writing tables, but there are no walls! It's a strange place. A very strange place. I have often wondered if the memory of physical forms is what makes me see that world like that, or if it REALLY is like that. Sometimes there is no doubt because it has its own specific character, but at other times I have

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April 29, 1967 Mother gives Satprem a pink lotus bud A few days ago, in the afternoon, I gave Z a lotus like this one, hardly more open. Then she kept it in her hand and slept with it the whole night. The next morning, she put it in water, and ... it opened! After a whole night in her hand. It's good-natured! Flowers are very receptive to people's vitality - to the QUALITY of the vitality. With some people, when they hold a flower it withers instantly; with others, it opens. I myself saw several times Sri Aurobindo take a half-withered flower in his hand, and it became quite fresh again - it was quite happy! And I knew a woman in Paris, who claimed to be a disciple [of Moth