Chapter 57Undated, 1960

(Handwritten note from Mother to Satprem)

At the moment

when

you least expect it.

(It has not stopped raining for the last 20 days ... )

Chittagong was hit by a cyclone, there were tidal waves somewhere else ... The cyclone went up the wrong side! – for according to X’s predictions, it was Karachi that should have disappeared.

He said only in 1962 or 1963 would Karachi totally disappear. And three-fourths of Bombay underwater!

And just a while ago some volcanoes erupted, so the sea rose and swept away all kinds of things in Japan and all along its path, but it didn’t come all the way to India. When I was in Japan, one island was swallowed up just like that, along with its 30,000 inhabitants, glub!

You see, it amuses them; it’s the way these beings amuse themselves – only it’s on another scale, that’s all. They look at us like ants, so what’s it matter to them! ‘If they don’t like it, too bad for them.’ Only, ants can’t protest, or at least we don’t understand their protests! Whereas when we ourselves protest, we can make ourselves heard. We have the means to make ourselves heard.

We can be heard?

Certainly, we CAN be heard. So far I never said anything. It even surprised me, for I had never paid it any attention, I was quite away from all that: it’s raining? – so what, it’s raining, it happens. It’s