MOTHER'S AGENDA

 

Vol. 7

 

Contents

 

January 8, 1966
January 14, 1966
January 19, 1966
January 22, 1966
January 26, 1966
January 31, 1966


February 11, 1966
February 16, 1966
February 19, 1966
February 23, 1966
February 26, 1966


March 2, 1966
March 4, 1966
March 9, 1966
March 19, 1966
March 26, 1966
March 30, 1966


April 6, 1966
April 9, 1966
April 13, 1966
April 16, 1966
April 20, 1966
April 23, 1966
April 24, 1966
April 27, 1966
April 30, 1966

 

May 7, 1966
May 14, 1966
May 18, 1966
May 22, 1966
May 25, 1966
May 28, 1966

 

June 2, 1966
June 4, 1966
June 8, 1966
June 11, 1966
June 15, 1966
June 18, 1966
June 25, 1966
June 29, 1966


July 6, 1966
July 9, 1966
July 23, 1966
July 27, 1966
July 30, 1966

 

August 3, 1966
August 6, 1966
August 10, 1966
August 13, 1966
August 15, 1966
August 17, 1966
August 19, 1966
August 24, 1966
August 27, 1966
August 31, 1966

 

September 3, 1966
September 7, 1966
September 14, 1966
September 17, 1966
September 21, 1966
September 24, 1966
September 28, 1966
September 30, 1966

 

 

October 5, 1966
October 8, 1966
October 12, 1966
October 15, 1966
October 19, 1966
October 22, 1966
October 26, 1966
October 29, 1966


November 3, 1966
November 9, 1966
November 12, 1966
November 15, 1966
November 19, 1966
November 23, 1966
November 26, 1966
November 30, 1966


December 7, 1966
December 14, 1966
December 17, 1966
December 20, 1966
December 21, 1966
December 24, 1966
December 28, 1966
December 31, 1966

October 5, 1966

About the financial situation, I have a little story to tell you, which took place on Sunday or Monday. I told you that the situation was quite ... to ordinary consciousnesses, it was critical. And there was a payment to be made. I don't remember the material details, but something had to be paid very urgently (I think it was to the workers: they were hungry and hadn't been given their money). And I needed a certain amount - which I didn't have: I had nothing. Then a sort of compassion came into me for those people who didn't have any money. I saw it wasn't right, and I couldn't do anything because there was none. So, in the evening while I was walking (I have an hour of meditation and quiet, of concentration), I presented it all like this (gesture upward), and with an almost childlike attitude I said to the Lord (He was there, of course, I was with Him) something that can be translated (I don't know, I don't speak but it could be translated into words) roughly like this: "I know You are with me and behind everything I do and everywhere, but I'd like to know whether what I do, the work I do, interests You or not! (Mother laughs) And if it does interest You, well, I must have this money."

It came like that, in a quite childlike form, but very, very pure. And two days later, when it was necessary for the money to come, for me to have money, just as everything seemed quite impossible, Amrita suddenly came in, telling me, "Here, so-and-so has sent a cheque for such-and-such an amount." - Exactly the amount needed. And I think it was the first time that person had sent money. It was quite unexpected, absolutely a miracle - a miracle for children. The required amount, just at the required time, and absolutely unexpected. Then I had a good laugh. And I said to myself, "How silly we can be! We don't know that everything happens exactly as it has to."

I can't say that I worry (I never do), but I was wondering ... sometimes I wonder, "Is it going to go on, or ..." I am not quite sure of what's going to happen, because ... I never try to know nor do I desire to know, but I don't feel I am "told." (I think this is another mental stupidity and when nothing is formulated, it means things are all right and as they should be.) But, of course, there is a childishness that would like to be "told," "Do this this way and that that way, and this ..." But it doesn't work! It's not like that!

I don't receive any command: when I have something to say, I receive the exact word or sentence, in an absolute way; but for

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action, I don't receive any command, because ... I don't think I have any hesitation, I never wonder, "Should I do this or should I do that?" Never. My whole effort is to live from minute to minute. I mean, to do every minute exactly what should be done, without making plans, without thinking, without ... because it all becomes mental; as soon as you start thinking something out, that's no longer it. But quite instinctively and spontaneously, I do what needs to be done: this, that, this.... When something needs a response, it comes. As for money, it's the same thing; the only thing I am led to do is to say, "So-and-so has asked for so much, such-and-such Service needs so much," like that (not a long time in advance, but when it becomes imperative). And that's all. It's like that. So I don't know what will happen tomorrow; I don't at all seek to know what's going to happen. But on that day, I seemed to be asking, "Well, give me proof that You are interested." - Poff! it came just at the right time. So I laughed, I said to myself, "What a baby I must still be!"

And for two days, just when I needed to give some money, it came. So I said, "All right, that's fine." But now it's no longer so amusing! It was really amusing.

There is now a kind of trust there, behind: well, it will come when it has to, that's all.

The spirit of organization, maybe not quite on an ordinary level but on a human one (maybe not just human, but anyway), the spirit of organization likes to have everything in front of it like a picture, and then to make plans, to organize, see: this comes here, that comes there.... All that is useless. We must learn to live from minute to minute, like that. It's much more comfortable. And what prevents things from being so is (I think) that it's exactly contrary to the reasonable human mind, and that everyone around me expects me to make plans and decisions and ... So there is a pressure; I think that's it. Otherwise, it would naturally and spontaneously be like that: the miracle every minute. My tendency is always to say, "Oh, don't worry! The more you worry, the more difficult you make things - don't bother, don't bother." But they stare at me with a kind of horror (Mother laughs): I don't "plan ahead," you see.

That's my little "story" - my little miracle. It was as though to tell me, "Oh, you'd like to see a miracle? - Here it is, ready-made!" (Mother laughs) It's a good lesson.

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