Chapter 5June 14, 1972

Yes, yes.

It really falls upon me like... I don’t know, like a flood of power.

Yes, yes. One must be, one absolutely must be... passively receptive. The slightest activity brings back the old way, I don’t know. For me, now, it’s (gesture, hands open).

When I am like that, time flies by. Time doesn’t exist anymore.82 When the old way comes back, a few minutes seem in-ter-mi-na-ble. Something is really happening... a new way of time.

The other day, you said that when you go within, it isn’t like before when you withdrew into an

inner state to work – You said you don’t go into trance, you are just....

Interiorized.

Interiorized And you added, “As if the physical were becoming double.”

(Mother remains engrossed for a long time

then comes out with a smile)

I remember (I don’t know when it was, whether at night or... but it was at a moment when I was quiet, when I was alone), I remember telling you, “You see, THIS is the Supramental.” “This is IT, I know, THIS is the Supramental.” I said that to you.

But when I tried to recall it so as to keep it in the ordinary consciousness (not the “ordinary” consciousness: the intermediary consciousness, like this – gesture of a bridge – the one I have all the time), it... it sort of evaporated. When I am not active, when I am like now, it’s crystal clear: that’s IT.

(Mother plunges in)

(This concerns a serious and devoted person who works at the Louvre in Paris, restoring old paintings. She writes to Satprem referring to a letter he received from André Gide in 1946, when he was traveling

in Egypt on his way to India: “I persuade myself that God does not yet exist and that we must obtain him.” And she adds, “Thus, from Partial truths to partial truths, we progress towards the Truth, before 82That same morning, Mother sat for forty minutes with a glass of fruit juice in her hand. This conversation started one