MOTHER'S AGENDA

 

Vol. 11

 

Contents

  1970
January 3, 1970
January 7, 1970
January 10, 1970
January 14, 1970
January 17, 1970
January 21, 1970
January 28, 1970
January 31, 1970


February 4, 1970
February 7, 1970
February 11, 1970
February 18, 1970
February 21, 1970
February 25, 1970
February 28, 1970


March 4, 1970
March 7, 1970
March 13, 1970
March 14, 1970
March 18, 1970
March 21, 1970
March 25, 1970
March 28, 1970

April 1, 1970
April 4, 1970
April 8, 1970
April 11, 1970
April 15, 1970
April 18, 1970
April 22, 1970
April 29, 1970

   

May 2, 1970
May 6, 1970
May 9, 1970
May 13, 1970
May 16, 1970
May 20, 1970
May 23, 1970
May 27, 1970
May 30, 1970


June 3, 1970
June 6, 1970
June 10, 1970
June 13, 1970
June 17, 1970
June 20, 1970
June 27, 1970


July 1, 1970
July 4, 1970
July 8, 1970
July 11, 1970
July 18, 1970
July 22, 1970
July 25, 1970
July 29, 1970


August 1, 1970
August 5, 1970
August 12, 1970
August 22, 1970

 


September 2, 1970
September 5, 1970
September 6, 1970
September 9, 1970
September 12, 1970
September 16, 1970
September 19, 1970
September 23, 1970
September 26, 1970
September 30, 1970

October 3, 1970
October 7, 1970
October 10, 1970
October 14, 1970
October 17, 1970
October 21, 1970
October 24, 1970
October 28, 1970
October 31, 1970

November 4, 1970
November 5, 1970
November 7, 1970
November 11, 1970
November 14, 1970
November 18, 1970
November 21, 1970
November 25, 1970
November 28, 1970

December 2, 1970
December 3, 1970

 

ISBN 2-902776-33-0

November 14, 1970

So then, what's new?

I have finished my book.

Oh!... Good, that's good. How many chapters still to be read?

We've readied half, I'm reading you the eighth. There are sixteen.

It'll go on till January.

Do you want to hear all of it?

Yes, of course! (Mother laughs)

(Satprem starts reading the end of the eighth chapter: "The Change of Vision."
Afterwards, Mother remains long absorbed, as if deep in meditation.)

I always go off - it's strange - into a ... like a new country. It happens to me every time.

(silence)

Do you think people will be able to translate this?

(silence)

It's calm (vast gesture), luminous - it's magnificent, you know!

(silence)

Who does the English translation?

It's T.

Does she do it well?

Yes, she understands the rhythm, she understands the vibration.

 In Italian, it's N.

We would need someone to ...

(Mother plunges in)

That was very short.

(Mother remains gazing long,

then smiles suddenly and plunges in again)

What time is it? There's nothing to do?

No, Mother.... You aren't saying anything?

(after a silence)

I have just seen a rather strange thing.... There was the daughter of a man who owns a big movie theater - anyway a rich man. I don't know what happened, she was all right, then she gave birth in hospital and she died. No one ever knew why. I had forgotten that, it was a year ago. The child is a year old (it's a boy), and they brought him to me. But I didn't remember the story of the mother's death and so on. I didn't know. When he came, my impression was that of a girl. I looked. Then they told me, "No, it's the child whose

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 mother died when he was born." And in the child, there was his mothers vita], but then perfectly clear, precise, as if preserved. It was there and responded through the child's body - his mother's vital with full consciousness. It's strange. And I learned the mother's story only afterwards. I saw that, I saw a feminine vital, very conscious: "What on earth is this?" Then they told me, "He is the child whose mother died while giving him birth." Then I understood. The vital remained there, in the child who came out. It's odd.

(silence)

But if parents knew how to do it, they could ... This child could be absolutely remarkable, you know, with a full conscious vital.

Nowadays they bring me all the children born in Auroville, and I see ... I see surprising things. With some (not many, one or two), it's like a very small animal, it's nothing - it's very sweet: a very small animal. But with almost all of them, it's a conscious being. And the parents are absolutely stupid in their behavior with them, because they don't know, they don't understand.

I saw one today again (tiny gesture): he is three or four days old, five days - this big - and I saw the consciousness there is inside: it's admirable!

But then, they treat him like a small animal - he has no means of defense.

(silence)

Is it those little ones who will become the intermediary beings?... I don't know.

(long silence)

You're not saying anything about yourself, Mother.

No, nothing to say. Nothing to say.

(Mother shakes her head and keeps gazing)

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