June 10, 1972
(Mother unwinds a garland of "Patience" from her wrist to give to Sujata.)
Do you want patience?
(Sujata:) Very useful, Mother!
(To Satprem:) What did you feel?
When, Mother?
All the time, mon petit!
Well, I feel you are more and more present, close to me – your
help, I mean.
Ah! Yes, that’s true.
But….
The Help is getting more and more accurate, more and more conscious, but … I must say it’s VERY difficult.
Yes.
But it doesn’t matter. Since we have agreed to do it, let’s do it. There’s no point in complaining. But the Power – the Power is stu-pen-dous, only … (Mother points to her body), this is like a mockery: the slightest thing gets inordinately magnified! Even
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physically. Physically, it’s so strange, I’ve got insect bites on a spot that’s completely covered (Mother touches her leg); for a mosquito to reach it is impossible. And, I don’t know … I am told there are no fleas or bugs here!
There are ants, Mother!
Do ants bite?
Yes, Mother, certain kinds of ants do.
Aaah! So that’s it: there ARE ants here. Oh, some ants bite!
Yes, yes, Mother! I learned that here, I didn’t know myself.
Well, neither did I! (laughter) Ah, that’s what it is! Well, thank you! (laughter)
(silence)
But I would be interested to hear your observations.
I may not be conscious enough. It’s very general. I have a
feeling you are very much present, and as soon as I call a little,
you are right there, the Help is there.
That, yes, definitely.
When I remember how it was just one or two years ago,
naturally I can see, I can realize what a tremendous Power
there is now.
Yes, there’s a difference.
Yes, tremendous. It’s tangible…. And, I must add, at times it
falls upon me without my even calling it.
Yes, yes.
It really falls upon me like … I don’t know, like a flood of
power.
Yes, yes. One must be, one absolutely must be … passively
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receptive. The slightest activity brings back the old way, I don’t know. For me, now, it’s (gesture, hands open).
When I am like that, time flies by. Time doesn’t exist anymore. [[That same morning, Mother sat for forty minutes with a glass of fruit juice in her hand. This conversation started one hour late. ]] When the old way comes back, a few minutes seem in-ter-mi-na-ble. Something is really happening … a new way of time.
The other day, you said that when you go within, it isn’t like
before when you withdrew into an inner state to work – You
said you don’t go into trance, you are just….
Interiorized.
Interiorized And you added, "As if the physical were becoming
double."
(Mother remains engrossed for a long time
then comes out with a smile)
I remember (I don’t know when it was, whether at night or … but it was at a moment when I was quiet, when I was alone), I remember telling you, "You see, THIS is the Supramental." "This is IT, I know, THIS is the Supramental." I said that to you.
But when I tried to recall it so as to keep it in the ordinary consciousness (not the "ordinary" consciousness: the intermediary consciousness, like this – gesture of a bridge - the one I have all the time), it … it sort of evaporated. When I am not active, when I am like now, it’s crystal clear: that’s IT.
(Mother plunges in)
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