Chapter 21April 25, 1973

(For the last ten days, all the meetings have been spent in contemplation.)

How are you getting on?

It’s not easy.

No – it’s more than difficult.... I am sorry, I thought I was suffering for everybody – but I see it isn’t the case.

(silence)

What would you like?

I’d like you to keep me.

Yes, but materially? You mean keep you like now?

(Mother takes Satprem’s hands

and prepares to meditate)

Yes, Mother.

Are you comfortable?

Yes, Mother, very!

You shouldn’t have any ache anywhere.

(Mother plunges in for half an hour,

then suddenly moans137 )

Sometimes, I feel like howling.

(silence)

What do you feel?

Like a fire melting into your Fire – into what you are.

But what do you feel?