Chapter 2May 6, 1970

(Mother is unwell again. She has difficulty speaking and is very short of breath.)

I’m not well.

I can’t eat anymore, and...

When I stay lying down, it won’t do, but when I stay in concentration like that, it can do. So if you want to remain like that...

(contemplation)

(These last few days, Mother’s physical condition was serious.)

Did you get yesterday’s aphorism?

No, they didn’t give it to me.

Oh?... It was like this... (Mother tries to remember): “The strangest experience of the soul...” I don’t remember.

Yes, it’s this one:

507 – The strangest of the soul’s experiences is this, that it finds, when it ceases to care for the image and threat of troubles, then the troubles themselves are nowhere to be found in one’s neighbourhood. It is then that we hear from behind those unreal clouds God laughing at us.

So then, yesterday I wrote (I forget the words), “But when You want to transform the IMAGE into