Chapter 3October 14, 1972

(Mother plunges in)

So the 30th is your birthday?

Well, yes!

What’s your birthday wish?

Liberation.

Good.

How old will you be?

Forty-nine.

Baah!... (as if to say: still a child)

(Mother plunges in,

then she “looks”)

Did you see something in me?

I find you are going well.

There was Peace, a luminous Peace (enveloping gesture). I find you are going well. All is going well, it’s good.