Chapter 2June 4, 1966

remember only when I think it necessary.

How are things? – They should be better.

Why?

Because I think ("I think" is a manner of speaking)... I told you the other day about that awesome force; well, I think it’s having some effect all the same.

It has changed something in the atmosphere, it’s not so oppressive, is it? I told you the difference in the position; well, it’s as if something had really been reversed. So it should have effect on everybody (?)

And I keep on writing endless pages! Yes, of your book. It’s quite new. (Besides, once I am awake I no longer concern myself with it at all.) I spend part of my night like that, not writing with my own hand but dictating. While I do it I find it enjoyable, but not enjoyable enough for me to remember what I wrote. Stories!... I appear to have much imagination. But when I read it, it gives me the impression of something I saw or lived.

(Regarding an old Talk of 19 April 1951 in which Mother said: "You seem to be on an inner hunt, you

go hunting for the dark little corners.... You offer the difficulty, whether it is in yourself or in others,

whatever the seat of its manifestation, to the Divine Consciousness, asking It to transform it.")

That’s precisely what I have been doing for two days! For the last two days I have spent all my time seeing all that... oh, an accumulation of heaps of sordid little things we constantly live in, sordid tiny little things. And then, there is only one way – only one way, always the same: to offer it.

This Supreme Consciousness almost seems to put you in contact with quite forgotten things that