Chapter 7September 18, 1971

(after a silence)

I don’t see him anymore, but I have the feeling he is there, he’s not leaving you.

But you can’t say it’s your “brother,” because the psychic being has been formed in other lives – it had ENTERED your brother.

Yes, of course.

(Mother goes within)

We’ll see.

What do you have to tell me?

You gave me a “new creation” [tuberose] the other day, through Sujata....

It’s for you.

Does that mean that....

Yes.

Something is going to come?

It means you haven’t finished! (Laughing) You haven’t finished writing!92

(Mother gazes long at Satprem,

then goes within)

Something to ask?

No, but what about you, Mother?

Anything to say?

(silence)

I had the rather strong impression several days ago that we are full of phantoms, I mean there really aren’t any difficulties or problems or resistance or anything of the sort, but there are lots of phantoms and old things, and it is simply our memory of them that pulls us.

Yes, it’s true! It’s true, I’ve had the same experience. It’s we who create (we, I mean all human beings), who create the problems.

And then there’s the memory. The real nuisance is the memory – the memory of a lot of old things – which perpetuates the old influence; but in reality there is nothing – only the memory of it.

Yes, yes, exactly. It’s quite true.

(Mother goes within)

Do you have anything to ask?

No. How are things?

What things?

Well, the world and you.

Bah!... Everything is like this (hanging gesture), everything. They’re ready to fight up there [on the borders of India and Bangladesh], and they’re forever waiting to be told to fight. The armies are ready, everything is ready and they’re waiting. Everything is like this (same gesture).

What are they waiting for?

For the government to give the order.

But the government won’t budge!

Oh, yes (Mother smiles), it will. It will be forced to move. But it’s resisting.

Someone came here from the government, sent by a “commission,” and through him the General in command of the armies has communicated with me, and he asked for my blessings. They are all ready. They’re waiting – they are told tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow. I have news from up there.

(silence)

A few days ago, in sleep, I saw Indira Gandhi. She seemed to be here and was trying to convince us of something; what particularly struck me is that everything she was saying was on a very