Chapter 10January 29, 1972

The doctor who took care of my leg and had gone to Delhi has returned. He looked at my leg today and said it was a miracle the way it healed. It’s almost all better – not completely, but almost.

(silence)

What I told you is continuing – but it’s continuing with an improvement. I mean, it’s taking a turn for the better. But speaking is still difficult – speaking and eating are the two most difficult things.

(Mother listens to Satprem read a letter from Msgr. R., the friend of P.L., who is intently turning to

Mother to start a new life. Mother concentrates on him for a quarter of an hour.)

Is he ill?

He had several very serious operations in a row, and I think he had a lung removed in the last one.

Ooh!

He’s a man who has been severely stricken. He went through a record number of operations.

What’s the time difference between here and France?

Five or five and a half hours.

Which means?

Which means, it is now five-thirty or six in the morning there.

Note the time it is now.

It’s eleven o’clock.

Could you ask him if.... What’s the date today?

The 29th.

time, and try: I would do a special concentration on him.

If he could send a photo, it would be easier. That’s all I can do.

Send it registered.

(silence)

It would be better if he set a time when he can be free and quiet a little.

(silence)

What did I say to ask him?

First, if he felt something...

Better not say “felt”: ask whether he was CONSCIOUS of something – because “felt” may suggest a vital or physical sensation – if he was conscious of something.

(Mother plunges in till the end,

then Sujata approaches her)

Mother, I would like to tell you about a rather strange occurrence. The night before last, independently, Satprem, F. and I had similar dreams.

Ah! And what was it?

Violent attacks.

By whom?

I don’t know, Mother. As for me, I was in a large group of Ashram people, and we were about to be executed. But I had a tremendous faith: “It’s not possible,” I thought, “a miracle is bound to happen at the last minute...”

Yes.

“...and stop this.” I was saying this to someone who was greatly worried and depressed...

Who?

I can’t say. I don’t remember. Someone who was also going to be executed. There were also many children. Then I heard a sort of great chant (many people were gathered there, it was time for the execution), like a mantra rising up from each of us, like this: OM Namo Bhagavate Sri Arabindaye.

Ah!