Chapter 7April 8, 1972

(Mother sees Sujata)

I don’t want to speak anymore.

Yesterday, I told Satprem what I had to say.

(silence)

Some people come and deluge me with their problems; others come and say nothing; in both cases, I am silent. I don’t care what they say, even that I’ve become stupid, I don’t care in the least.

Oh, no!... People who can say such things are only showing their own colors.

Yes. That’s their own business, I have nothing to do with it.

Up above, in the consciousness, I am with those who are there. And that’s that.

(Mother clasps Sujata’s

hands and sits gazing)

Yes, this is good, this is good.

You know I am with you! Do you know that? Tell Satprem too I am ALWAYS with him.

There, mon petit.

(Then Sujata relates the dream she had on Sunday in which she and Satprem saw Sri Aurobindo and Mother in a room at the end of a footbridge. The dream had to do with the physical transformation of Sri Aurobindo and Mother. While Mother was talking to Satprem, Sri Aurobindo called Sujata and, placing two fingers in the palm of her right hand, said, “You will have to carry faith and aspiration during one thousand years.” After listening to Sujata, Mother remains silent. Sujata tries to comment on her dream.)

The thousand years are over.... And now the transformation is accomplished...

Yes, that’s it, mon petit. Good, mon petit. Good. Now there remains only to transform ourselves! (Laughter)

have received his reply: one letter addressed to me and another to you. Here’s what he writes to me (his answer was delayed because of Cardinal Tisserant’s death):

“My brother,

... Actually, on the 29th of January (between five and six o’clock), Mother paid me a visit.

An inner visit, but to me it was beyond a shadow of doubt. She told me so many things... in so short a time. I think I am now ready to break with an entire past that has brought me nothing but deception, illusion and trickery....”

And this is what he writes to you:

“Since that unforgettable 29th of January (between five and six o’clock), I have been

constantly living with you. I have never felt your presence so strongly. Not a bodily presence next to mine, but a spiritual presence made of affection and love.

I have heard and understood your message. Yes, I know, I must change the direction of my life. The time has come. Soon nothing will

keep me from doing it... not even pseudo-duty to this one or that one.

I would like, I want to work with you to pursue an ideal – an ideal that fills my whole being

with enthusiasm.

Everything I have so painstakingly created is collapsing.... I am left with a feeling of

having worked and suffered in vain and for nothing.

And so I turn to you in total trust. The death of Cardinal Tisserant, who for twenty-one years was a peerless father to me, has

plunged me into total disarray.... I feel like an orphan.... It is thus with all my earnestness that I say to you: Mother, help me to live again.”

(Mother remains concentrated for a

very long time)

It’s a beautiful letter.

(silence)

Is he French?

Yes, Mother.

What day is it today? And what time is it there?

Today is Saturday. It’s about five o’clock in the morning there.... Do you have a message for him?

Tell him (words are so restrictive) that when I heard his letter, I saw – I saw and felt – the marvelous action of the divine Grace. There was a sort of... flood of Grace concentrated on him, and it stayed there, on him – it is there, concentrated on him (embracing gesture).