Chapter 4June 12, 1965

Regarding a letter Mother wrote to a disciple:

...There are all kinds! Complications, lots of complications; there are all kinds of ill will, at least of people who go round in circles instead of going forward. And stupid inventions. The other night... Because the head is always still, like this (gesture to the forehead, palms open to the Light from above); I give thanks to the Lord for that, and it's always like that; so I don't decide what's to be done, I don't decide what's to be answered – nothing: when it comes, it comes. And some people had played a really nasty trick ([laughing] I couldn't care less!) and I wasn't budging. And as it happens, in the middle of the night, a force comes, takes hold of me and tells me, "Here's the answer, here is what you must say." I say, "Very well" (I was lying in bed, of course) and I don't budge. (Mother puts on a more imperative tone:) "Here is what you must say." – "Oh, very well!" And I still don't budge. (In a still more imperious tone:) "Here is what you must say." (Mother laughs)

So I got up, went over there, and in the dark I wrote what I had to say!

And then it was over.

(Mother then takes up the translation of "Savitri": The Debate of Love and Death.)

(Mother reads the text) Aha! What a joker!

...Then will I give thee all thy soul desires He's a joker.

All the brief joys earth keeps for mortal hearts But I don't want them! – He is a real joker.

And what happens to him?

...My will once wrought remains unchanged through Time Oho, that's what you think!