MOTHER'S AGENDA

Vol. 9

Contents

  January 1, 1968
January 3, 1968
January 6, 1968
January 10, 1968
January 12, 1968
January 17, 1968
January 20, 1968
January 24, 1968
January 27, 1968
January 31, 1968


February 3, 1968
February 7, 1968
February 10, 1968
February 14, 1968
February 17, 1968
February 20, 1968
February 28, 1968


March 9, 1968
March 13, 1968
March 16, 1968
March 20, 1968
March 23, 1968
March 27, 1968
March 30, 1968

April 3, 1968
April 6, 1968
April 10, 1968
April 13, 1968
April 17, 1968
April 20, 1968
April 23, 1968
April 24, 1968
April 27, 1968

 

May 2, 1968
May 4, 1968
May 8, 1968
May 11, 1968
May 15, 1968
May 18, 1968
May 22, 1968
May 25, 1968
May 29, 1968


June 3, 1968
June 5, 1968
June 8, 1968
June 12, 1968
June 15, 1968
June 18, 1968
June 22, 1968
June 26, 1968
June 29, 1968
July 3, 1968


July 6, 1968
July 10, 1968
July 13, 1968
July 17, 1968
July 20, 1968
July 24, 1968
July 27, 1968
July 31, 1968


August 3, 1968
August 7, 1968
August 10, 1968
August 22, 1968
August 28, 1968
August 30, 1968

 

September 4, 1968
September 7, 1968
September 11, 1968
September 14, 1968
September 21, 1968
September 25, 1968
September 28, 1968


October 5, 1968
October 9, 1968
October 11, 1968
October 16, 1968
October 19, 1968
October 23, 1968
October 26, 1968
October 30, 1968


November 2, 1968
November 6, 1968
November 9, 1968
November 13, 1968
November 16, 1968
November 20, 1968
November 23, 1968
November 27, 1968
November 30, 1968


December 4, 1968
December 11, 1968
December 14, 1968
December 18, 1968
December 21, 1968
December 25, 1968
December 28, 1968


 

ISBN 2-902776-33-0

May 15, 1968

(There has been a rumor going about that Mother was "unwell,"

and indeed she has not seen anyone. When Satprem comes into

 her room, the lower part of Mother's face is very much swollen,

apparently because of an "infection." She has been

 unable to eat anything.)

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You see, it's the Vatican. I fought and fought, but ... there are too many lies around me. That's it, too many people tell lies all around. I was supposed to see P.L. tomorrow; I think it's better to wait for a few days. You could tell him - don't tell him why!

Did it come through his atmosphere?

Not particularly - directly. Naturally, it's because of that business, and specially because of what we wanted him to do at the Vatican. It's the response to that. I felt it immediately and was able to resist for a very long time, but then ... the atmosphere here isn't pure enough.

It makes use of one or the other.

It's the general atmosphere. When the disorder is invisible, I am free not to say anything and people won't know, but here (laughing) it has taken such a visible form that I couldn't ignore it!

Last night, at the time of the deepest sleep, I found myself in

an infernal world. At first I thought it was the S.S.: tall fellows

 dressed in black, and I was a prisoner there. It was a world of

horrible men, like S.S., but dressed completely in black - maybe

 they were priests and not S.S.? I felt like a prisoner there, as in

 a concentration camp.

Oh!

Tall fellows dressed in black, with cruel faces and lips ... I thought they were S.S., but maybe they are priests?

(Mother remains silent,

then goes into a long contemplation,
which she interrupts suddenly to say:)

A white column, obstinately - obstinately, all the time, there (gesture in front of her), like an offer of peace.

* * *

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(Towards the end, Satprem comes back

 to the Vatican affair.)

Isn't this whole thing going to recoil on them?

I don't care. [[Just as Mother uttered those words, Satprem had a very distinct impression that Mother was saying, "It's ME, over there, to be transformed." ]]

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