Chapter 5April 20, 1966

Early this morning, that is, around four, I was called "somewhere," and for a long time they had been trying to establish very important communications to connect certain things, but they had never succeeded, it was always a confusion. So, last night, they called me. I arrived there and there were roads – it was so lovely! – roads (Mother draws miniature strips) with small borders of grass and plants all along, it was so lovely, so neat, there was nothing, no disorder anywhere. Three roads converged and went farther on. "Ah!" I said, "Here’s some neat work." And they answered me, "Yes, but it was made easier by the government’s consent."

I found the reflection charming.

All that is symbolic, naturally. And I woke up with the feeling, "At last! Something is going to move somewhat straight."

It was impeccable: a work done impeccably and with intelligence and understanding. I haven’t seen such a thing in ages!

"Oh, it was made easier by the government’s consent"! (Mother laughs)

That’s a bit of a novelty!

Isn’t it? But I don’t think it has to do with the government of India, I don’t think so. I think it was symbolic.

It has to do with the government of the world?

That’s how I took it.

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(The conversation is cut short at that point by a disciple who comes in to announce his friend

Anousuya’s death.)

At what time?

Just now, we just had a call from the hospital.

I am asking this because V. told me she would be going there, she said Anousuya wasn’t feeling well. So I looked, and... (V. wanted me to send a line to Anousuya), I took a paper and wrote... I don’t remember the exact words, but it was: "The unshakable faith that God’s Will alone is realized." I don’t exactly remember, I wrote what was dictated. And at the time of writing it, I knew it was over.

I didn’t say anything, but I knew.

Because... It was very simple, I had put my whole consciousness in her and I knew that if she was to be cured, she would know it: she would suddenly have the certitude that she was going to be cured. And when V. told me what she had said, "They think I am better, but I don’t feel well," I looked and I saw that she couldn’t be wrong. Because I had put my consciousness in her, so she couldn’t be wrong. Her saying, "I am not well," meant it was the end.

But one must be sure of one thing (because, needless to say, I loved her very much, I was very