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Satprem Mother Agenda Vol 09

Satprem Mother Agenda Vol 09

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Mother's AgendaVol. 9Institut de Recherches Evolutives142 blvd du MontparnasseF-75014 Paris
January 1, 1968
(Message for the new year:)
Remain young, Never stop strivingtowards Perfection.Mother 
January 3, 1968
Mother arrives forty-five minutes late
And I come with my work unfinished! The work remains to be done
(Mother  points to a bundle of letters)....
 Now the nights begin at 11 P.M., no more lunch,of course rest is out of the question, and no more exercises, so ... And people and people and more people ... at least a quarter of whom go back unsatisfied, withoutmy having seen them, because I don’t have the time.I think it’s because my whole life long, until the age of about forty, I was perhaps the most punctual person in the world: I was always right on the dot – maybe there was something proud which has got a good knock!That’s how it is.But one thing is sure, it’s that the minute one goes out of the usual mentalrhythm based on thoughts (I am talking about the body), as soon as it has gone outof that, it has extraordinary endurance. What makes things especially difficult isthoughts, fears, the old habits and all that....
January 6, 1968
I wanted to show you something, then I forgot. Maybe you’ve seen it? It’ssomething I am supposed to have said to M. years ago, many years ago, about
he noted it down in French, and quite recently (that is, perhaps three or four weeks ago), he showed me what he had noted.... And as it happens, heshowed it not only to me but to others (!). They’ve translated it into English andnow they want me to read it aloud so they can play it at the Playground. I wantedto revise the French with you, but they want it in English. The English isn’t toogood, but that doesn’t matter.... They are all enthusiastic and happy – as for me, Idon’t like it, because the form of it is so personal..Have you seen the French text?
Yes, I have.
 He certainly caught something of your vibration, that can be felt. But I don’t know how it would come out once you repeat it?... If you could  say something anew on "Savitri"?
Ah! ... But, you know, I am no longer the same person! I no longer say thesame things – it’s impossible. Impossible. I have been looking at it; in fact thiswhole story has come back now as if to illustrate the huge difference – huge, butcolossal difference in the state of consciousness. For me now, that [notation about
] is such a personal vision of things.... Yesterday, I had an interesting dayfrom that point of view.It’s the physical ego that has been destroyed and is now like this
(gesture witharms open upward)
.... So it finds it odd! I don’t know how to explain. This way of  putting oneself in the center of things and seeing them in relation to that center of consciousness seems so ... You understand, the consciousness is spread out; it’s asmuch there or there as here, and it sees everything in relation to a higher, centralConsciousness
(Mother brings her two arms together, joining the tips of her handsabove her head in a triangle pointing towards the Supreme),
which is like a kindof Beacon – an immutable, all-powerful beacon throwing the same light on allthings, without the least personal reaction of any sort.And the last vestiges – yesterday they seemed to be the last ones, because of this text they had asked me to read ... Naturally, when I speak I say "I" becauseit’s the body that speaks, but it has no sense of "I," it ... It’s very hard to explain.Anyway, because of this affair, I said, "Ah, but how, how can that be said whenit’s not me? – There’s no me, it’s not me!" And at the same time, there was thisConsciousness above, saying, "No personal reactions – there’s no more ‘me,’ andif this must be done, let it be done." And for hours and hours, there was such a peculiar state in which everything ... It was like kinds of vestiges, or pieces of  bark, I don’t know; pieces of something a bit hard or shriveled, which had
crumbled and were turning into dust, and nothing, nothing but this Great Vibration
(gesture like two great wings beating in the infinite)
, so powerful, so calm – thewhole day. A sort of perception that life in a seemingly personal form like this oneis only for action – only for action, for the requirements of action; and there must be no reactions, only the instrument acting – acting on the supreme Impulse,without reactions. And the perception was so clear that all, but all memories have been abolished, and are being increasingly abolished, so there may only remain asort of ... mass of vibrations organized so as to make you do what needs to bedone in the whole for everything to be prepared and ...
(gesture of ascent)
for everything to grow, to strive more and more towards ... the transformation.That makes speaking difficult, because of this old habit (maybe also anecessity to make oneself understood) of using the word "I" – "I," what’s this I? Itno longer corresponds to anything, except for a mere appearance. And thisappearance is the only contradiction. That’s the interesting point: this appearanceis clearly a contradiction of the truth; it’s something that still belongs to the oldlaws, at least, in fact, in its appearance. And because of that, you are forced to saythings in a certain way, but it doesn’t correspond – it doesn’t correspond to your state of consciousness, not in the least.... There is a fluidity, a breadth, a sort of totality, and above all, more and more strongly the sense that this
(pointing to thebody)
must grow INCREASINGLY SUPPLE – supple, fluid, so to speak, so as toexpress without resistance or distortion the vision – the real vision, the real state of consciousness. To the consciousness, this possibility of fluidity, of plasticity, isgrowing more and more evident, with only, only just something outwardlywhich ... is increasingly becoming an illusion. And yet, yet that’s what others see,understand, know and call "me." And it truly strives and strives to adapt more andmore, but ... time still appears to have its importance.
(long silence)
It’s a curious state of transition.
January 10, 1968
For an hour in the morning, I arrange flowers in my bathroom over there; allthe flowers are kept there so I select them (I make a distribution every morning).And it’s so beautiful! It’s wonderful. All the flowers speak, like that, they have alife – they FEEL. And as I am very fond of them, they vibrate and vibrate. Then,as some have closed up in the night, I take them, look at them, tell them they are pretty – and they open up. Really a pleasant sight. Just look at this!
(Mother holdsout a rose)
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