Chapter 7May 20, 1972

They don’t listen to me.

But, Mother, how did they get out of here?

The Ashram no longer belongs to me.

(Sujata, taken aback) I feet very distressed. The Ashram belongs to Mother....

Oh, mon petit, that ceased being true a long time ago. Ever since I stopped going out, people have been thinking that Mother is no longer looking after things, she doesn’t know what’s going on.... We ought to start a new Ashram with perhaps a nucleus of ten people – and even then.

Are you tired?

Me, it’s continuing....

(Mother plunges in,

has great difficulty surfacing,

then plunges in again)

You are... (Mother holds Satprem’s hands). I don’t know if you are aware of it, but you are associated in all this work of transformation, like this (gesture of being carried along in the wake)... as if you were fastened to it.

(silence)