April 3, 1968

(In continuation of the conversation of March 20, 1968,
regarding the member of the Roman Curia.)

Have you seen P.L. again?

No.

I saw him yesterday.

He spoke to me, but I didn't hear. I don't know what he told me. But I VERY STRONGLY had - very strongly, and it lasted a long time - the sense of the beginning, the commencement ... the start of something like an action or a series of events that would have great importance for the development of the earth.[[This would seem to be the continuation or concretization of the movement begun in 1967 with Mother's note, "Christianity deifies suffering to make it the instrument of the earth's salvation" (July 29, 1967), then the visits of Mrs. Z, who claimed to want to bring about a rapprochement between the Church and the Ashram, and again of the monk who wanted to broaden his Christianity with the new Truth (see Agenda 8). ]] Very strong: it lasted for hours, that impression. And for me it's quite unaccustomed, because generally, outward things ... (Mother shakes her head) it's all so relative, all events are so relative that they don't leave any impression.

Quite unusual. And unexpected.

It's like a door opening onto something that will have a rather considerable importance in the development of the earth.

I didn't feel he himself was conscious.... It somewhat exceeded human consciousnesses. But I clearly saw, very clearly saw the Pope.

Has he decided to go to Rome?

Yes, and as soon as he gets there, hell ask for an audience.

It's quite (it remained for hours), quite unaccustomed: something far exceeding human individualities, and it was the beginning of something very important in the history of the earth's evolution.

The last time I saw him, he asked me how he should get

 himself received by the Pope. I said to him, "It's very simple,

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 it's Sri Aurobindo's name that will open the door for you; just write the Pope, 'I come from Sri Aurobindo's Ashram and I would like to see you.'"

(Mother goes into

 a long concentration)

It's strange, a strange sensation.... You know, like turning a page. Yesterday and right up to now, it's been so strong: the sense of something going like this (gesture of turning a page), and that was the beginning. And you know, nothing in the head, not a thought or anything: only a sort of perception of something going like this (same gesture) and ...

We should note the date - maybe in ten or twenty years we'll understand!

Yesterday was April 2, yes, the 2nd. It was a curious date: 2-4-6-8 [April 2, 1968]. Two, four, six, eight. And the impression was of something going like this, like a page that's been turned, and then ... the beginning. Or if you like (it's not a geometrical sensation, but ...), the sense of a curve that has come to its end, and another one starting. But that's not as good as the image of an immense page falling back, and something beginning. It's blank, it's ... just the beginning.

And no perception of a personal thing: individualities [e.g., P.L.] are just like pawns that have been used for starting, that's all. The movement, the origin of the movement is infinitely higher and vaster than any physical personality.

Truly the perception that everyone and everything are nothing but pawns, like that (gesture as on a chessboard), which are set in motion, but ...

We'll see.

We should note that.

Still, does it have something to do with the Pope?

Yes. With Christendom.

(Mother again goes into

 a long contemplation)

Since yesterday (it didn't seem related to the first experience), but the whole day, my way of reacting (inwardly, not outwardly), my way of reacting to things, my way of MATERIALLY looking at all things - it was completely changed. There was, as it were, a new

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 person ... even expressing surprise at the old reactions, wondering, "What! Did I use to react like that?" ("I," meaning the body, of course.) "Now it's not that any longer."

And it's still very strong now, as though ... not a new personality, but a new way of being, were there. And not a personal way of being: it's like a great stream.

It's very, very strange.

I had three very difficult days, really very difficult, even dangerous; then by a stiffening of the will, and with a sort of very active work of surrender of all the cells, yesterday that was the outcome.

Very odd, very odd.

We'll see! (Mother laughs)

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