December 9, 1972
(Mother caresses the flowers Sujata has just brought her.)
I still have my cold….
(Satprem:) But you look better, Mother.
Yes. It isn’t really a "cold."
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Yes, I am sure…. I felt there was a cyclone … a real cyclone
within.
(Mother laughs) There WAS a cyclone within.
(silence)
Obviously, everything is designed so that the only … (I can’t find the word in French) reliance, the only support is in the Divine. But I am not told what the "Divine" is – how do you like that! … Everything else is collapsing, except the … the … the what? The Divine … something – what? …
One feels it. It can’t be described or defined in any way – absolutely not.
(silence)
It’s like an attempt to make you feel there isn’t any difference between life and death, There. That it is something else than life or death – neither what we call death, nor what we call life – it is … something.
And that … is Divine.
Or rather it is our next step towards the Divine.
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