(Mother tries in vain to slip a "transformation" flower
through her buttonhole.)
Can I help you?
No (Mother closes her eyes and slips the flower through her button
hole). When I close my eyes, I see (laughter). But it's true! And I
don't do it deliberately: when I want to see, I close my eyes, and I
see! It's so natural and spontaneous that I don't even realize it:
when I want to do something, if I want to see clearly I close my
eyes.
***
(Nolini comes in to read Mother his English translation of
"Notes on the Way" for the next Bulletin.)
I have been wondering about this: maybe if I didn't listen I'd hear quite clearly! (Nolini stares at Mother with a certain bewilderment.) No, I said just before that when I want to see clearly, precisely, I close my eyes and see quite clearly. I do it spontaneously (I noticed it because Satprem asked me what was going on). And since I can't hear, maybe if I didn't listen and went within myself, like that, I would hear? - There must be a trick!
(Satprem:) It depends on the consciousness with which one
reads to you.
Yes. Oh, some people speak almost in a low voice and I hear them perfectly well. Others howl and I can't hear a word; that is, I hear noise but can't make out anything. That's what it is, it's the precision of the consciousness: if the consciousness is precise, I understand; if the consciousness is muddled, I can't make out anything.
We'll try! (Nolini reads)
***
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After Nolini has left
Ah, let me show you a photo that was taken the other day, on P.'s birthday (Mother holds the photo out to Satprem).
It's not me looking here: it's when I give a "bath of the Lord."
Even in the photo, the light in the eyes can be seen.
Some people get frightened, others on the contrary are happy - it's an instantaneous sorting. And I know, I know what this look is: it's the moment when there is no personal consciousness left, it's completely gone. There isn't the sense of a person anymore: it's the Force.
But it's the first time it's caught in a photo. T. had asked for my permission to come and take photos.
P. looks like a giant beside me.
He's the bodyguard!
(Mother laughs)
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