Chapter 2February 16, 1966

Yes, he was comfortably seated in front of a pillar (a pillar whose end couldn’t be seen; it rose so high that its end couldn’t be seen), and he said to me, "Oh, I have no path." (Mother laughs) But what he gave to eat was very good! I remember I crunched it, I bit into it, and it had a marvelous taste.

Who could it be?... I don’t know. They must have been known people.

And it was rather strange: I was always a bit taller than all of them, and when I moved about, I did so with much greater speed than they, and I would reach the doors, just about to go through... when they would come along and the door would close!

Very amusing. I could write volumes with all that!

But last night I didn’t understand, I wondered, "Why do I go strolling in such places?" Now I understand!

About Satprem’s mother:

...It’s not a miracle that you are your mother’s son: it’s natural (!) It means many things.... It means a good atavism. It means that the journey here did not multiply difficulties, on the contrary. As for me, I chose my parents ([laughing] don’t go about repeating what I am saying!), I chose my parents in order to have a solid physical base, because I knew that the work I had to do was "very very difficult" and a solid base was needed. From that point of view I succeeded. But then, there were difficulties... It doesn’t matter, because from the physical point of view, it was good. But with you, it’s not just that: it’s psychically, you understand – she is your mother psychically, too. So it’s very good.

(Regarding a Playground Talk of April 9, 1951, in which Mother spoke of the degeneration of taste, of

the war and what a new war would mean:)

"Now, to tell you the truth, we are on the upward curve again. I think we have really