Chapter 5April 15, 1970

Yes, I think that’s it: I don’t feel I [exist]... it’s limitless, you understand, that’s the strange thing. This (Mother points to her body) is quite artificial.

Then it’s good, no...

Mon petit...

Yes, it’s...

(Mother laughs)

...it’s the Divine which is there!

(Mother laughs a lot)

...And the curious thing is that I don’t at all feel it comes from one place. On the contrary, it’s a concentration: a concentration here, as if... (laughing) as if an expanse of something were pushed through a hole! (Mother draws a small circle between two fingers). You understand, that’s how it is!... Yet, it’s not limited, but it’s... it’s a movement like this (gesture of a flow through Mother). So it’s pointed [at a person or the word]. It’s pointed.

But that’s the ideal state! (Mother laughs)

There seems to be a more and more powerful Pressure, and all difficulties are arising (gesture of rising from below). People quarrel and... oh!

And it’s not just here, it’s all over the country. And I am told it’s all over the world.

You know, it’s like a Pressure... (gesture of implacable descent), so everything rises.

(Mother’s voice is husky)

A dozen letters everyday, from people imploring for help.... Everything is becoming difficult.

Things will probably have to become still more difficult.

It looks like that.... Only, it’s... just at breaking point.