Chapter 1September 2, 1964

Satprem prepares to start the tape recorder, Mother stops him:

There would be too many things to say. It's a sort of WORLD being worked out.

(silence)

It's still too complicated, it's impossible to say anything.

Better to work.

(Satprem reads Mother an old "Talk" of February 24, 1951, in which she refers to the memory of past

lives and the unbridled imagination of certain people.)

I didn't name her, but it was Annie Besant. She recounted all her lives with all the details – right from the ape!

I didn't read her books, incidentally.

Oh, I tried several times, but it's really all stories, it gets on your nerves.

Yes, that's what I call "spiritual storybooks." Worse than that: spiritual pulp novels!

It's shallow. And it has done a great deal to devalue true knowledge.

(Mother nods her head)

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