Chapter 4March 14, 1964

They aren't eyes of entreaty, look at them closely: they are eyes of will – almost eyes of command.

Yes, as if you were saying, "So?"

(About a trip to France which Satprem has to make soon.)

...You'll be able to see your friend B. if you go there.

I've lost the habit of contact with others; it's very rarely that I don't get tired as soon as I meet someone.

Oh, but it's more than tired, it's dazed!

And I'm not used to social life anymore, so I have nothing to say anymore, I'm not there.

I know what you mean!

It's difficult.

No, that's good, very good, it SHOULD be that way.

There is only one solution in such cases, the one I have established: the "bath of the Lord." You make contact within yourself, and you let That flow through you onto others – and then let what happens happen, what does it matter!... It's very interesting, you feel the Force flowing and flowing and flowing through you – some people can hold on a long time. Over there...

(Mother stops short

and looks for a long time)

No, if I look, it's terrible.

As long as you don't look, you can... but if I look, it's terrible: to be plunged in that.... I don't think you will be able to stay long. Unless you're completely alone with your mother in Brittany.

What's most worrying is people's friendliness, far more than their adverse reactions.