July 24, 1968

(Satprem had written to Mother that he still

 had a fever.)

What's that!

But I am better.

Ah!

Yesterday afternoon, it left all of a sudden. I wrote to you the

 day before yesterday, then the fever went on, even rose higher...

But mon petit, I didn't know you had written, I knew it yesterday evening.

Well, yesterday afternoon, all of a sudden, even abruptly, in

one second, I said, "But the fever's gone!..." That's odd!

(Mother gives Satprem a mock slap for

 his impertinent "That's odd")

No, I said, "That's odd," because it's strange after all: I was

 working, and it happened all of a sudden, I said to myself, "It's

 gone!" I don't know why. What surprises me is the abruptnes

 of the thing.

No, that's how it is.

(silence)

I think a cleanup is taking place at the moment. As a rule I never pass on to others what I have (rather I catch what they have!), but this time everybody has a cold in one form or another! Everybody. For me it's clearly, very clearly a cleanup, but then ... a radical one.

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(Mother remains in contemplation almost

 till the end.)

I can't speak (Mother coughs), and you, you mustn't speak, so ..

I just have a little question regarding P.L. He's written to say

 that in twenty days he will have his holidays at the Vatican,

 and he asks if he can come.

I have no objection, if he thinks it won't have consequences there.

He also says that Msgr. R. is likely to come here. Right now he

 has been called to Canada, but he does hope that in August

he'll be able to come and "take Mother's blessings."

That's fine. I'll be interested to see this man. [[He never came; every time he tried to, he fell seriously ill.... ]]

P.L. writes: "Msgr. R. is now reading issues of the 'Bulletin.' I

 told him we can change the face of the Church and fill it with

a truer, more present content with Sri Aurobindo's ideas. He is

 convinced ..."

(Mother laughs, amused) That's very good!

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