Chapter 7January 25, 1969

And this faith: whatever you ask, anything, you get. I don’t know if it’s always realized in the details, but there’s the principle.

Is there really a force?

There is a force.

Maybe it’s to demonstrate that with faith, trust, and a sort of inner certitude, you BRING THINGS ABOUT.

And this idea: he doesn’t look at your merit or anything (Mother opens her hands) – you ask, and you get.

It’s pretty!

(The whole time is spent in contemplation, except for a moment when Mother comes back to say:)

All the time, all the time, something like a slight indication passes by – and noiselessly: it’s not words.

What do you have to tell me? Me, I have nothing to say...

Are you tired?

It’s going on.... The difficulties of those around, of the work, of people, keep increasing, from health to understanding (there seems to be a general crisis), but the Help and the Power keep increasing too. It’s like a sort of demonstration.

But the difficulties are taking on rather unpleasant proportions.