Chapter 7July 24, 1968

But more and more (through news people bring or things that happen), I have more and more the sense of such an awesome torrent that... Yes, I think it’s like this: I think everything is changing, and changing with fantastic speed, but we don’t notice it and we’ll only become aware of it... afterwards. Because there are hundreds of occasions to note details, and the overall impression is rather stupendous. For instance, if the consciousness is concentrated, if for some reason it’s concentrated here in the body, then everything seems as if it’s bursting – boiling and bursting – to such a point that I have asked several times, "Do I have a fever?" – I don’t have a fever at all! And as soon as there is stillness, inactivity, and a concentration with the consciousness, then it’s something so awesome, immense, you know, and... Then there is Peace, Serenity. A peace... something inexpressible – in an awesome action. And then...

(Mother goes into a contemplation)

* * * As Satprem is about to leave:

There remains the question of Msgr. R., who wrote to you – I read you his letter last time.

Is he asking for a reply?

He is expecting something.

I answered abundantly, very concretely – very concretely, with great concentration.... I don’t know if he is sensitive.

The contact lasted a long time, it was very complete, the work was very precise. I answered in a much truer way than words can do.

I thought of certain things I might say, but everything is so shallow. High-sounding sentences are useless, I detest them. Everything is so shallow and so petty.

I’ll see if something comes.

But I am better.

Ah!

Yesterday afternoon, it left all of a sudden. I wrote to you the day before yesterday, then the fever

went on, even rose higher...

But mon petit, I didn’t know you had written, I knew it yesterday evening.

Well, yesterday afternoon, all of a sudden, even abruptly, in one second, I said, "But the fever’s

gone!..." That’s odd!

(Mother gives Satprem a mock slap for

his impertinent "That’s odd")

No, I said, "That’s odd," because it’s strange after all: I was working, and it happened all of a

sudden, I said to myself, "It’s gone!" I don’t know why. What surprises me is the abruptness of the thing.

No, that’s how it is.

(silence)

I think a cleanup is taking place at the moment. As a rule I never pass on to others what I have (rather I catch what they have!), but this time everybody has a cold in one form or another! Everybody. For me it’s clearly, very clearly a cleanup, but then... a radical one.

* * *

(Mother remains in contemplation almost till the end.)

I can’t speak (Mother coughs), and you, you mustn’t speak, so..

I just have a little question regarding P.L. He’s written to say that in twenty days he will have his

holidays at the Vatican, and he asks if he can come.

I have no objection, if he thinks it won’t have consequences there.

He also says that Msgr. R. is likely to come here. Right now he has been called to Canada, but he

does hope that in August he’ll be able to come and "take Mother’s blessings."

That’s fine.