The Mother: ; one immediately goes down into the depths; the meditations here are more ingathered and serious; dispersion vanishes to give place to concentration; and I feel this concentration literally descending from my head and entering into my heart;  and the heart seems to attain a depth more profound than the head. It is as though for three months I had been loving with my head and that now I were beginning to love with my heart; and this brings me an incomparable solemnity and sweetness of feeling.  A new door has opened in my being and an immensity has appeared before me.  I cross the threshold with devotion, feeling hardly worthy yet of entering upon this hidden path, veiled to the sight and as though invisibly luminous within.  All is changed, all is new; the old wrappings have fallen off and the new-born child half-opens its eyes to the shining dawn.


The Mother: FEW minutes passed in silence before Thee are worth centuries of felicity. . . .  Grant, O Lord, that all shadows may be dispelled and that I may be more and more Thy faithful servant in constancy and serenity. Before Thee may my heart be pure as a pure crystal, so that wholly it may reﬂect Thee.


The Mother: Oh! the sweetness of abiding in silence before Thee....   HE greatest enemy of a silent contemplation turned towards Thee is surely this constant subconscient registering of the multitude of phenomena with which we come into contact. So long as we are mentally active, our conscious thought veils for us this overactivity of our subconscious receptivity; an entire part of our sensibility, and perhaps not the smallest, acts like a cine-camera without our knowledge and indeed to our detriment. It is only when we silence our active thought, which is relatively easy, that we see this multitude of little subconscious notations surging up from every side and often drowning us under their overwhelming ﬂood.


The Mother: So it happens that, as soon as we attempt to enter the silence of deep contemplation, we are assailed by countless thoughts — if thoughts they could be called — which do not interest us in the least, do not represent for us any active desire, any conscious attachment, but only prove to us our inability to control what may be described as the mechanical receptivity of our subconscient. A considerable labour is needed to silence all these useless noises, to stop this wearisome train of images and to purify one’s mind of these thousand little nothings, so obstructing and worthless. And it is so much time uselessly lost; it is a terrible wastage.  And the remedy? In an over-simple way, certain ascetic disciplines recommend solitude and inaction: sheltering one’s subconscient from all possible registration; that seems to me a childish remedy, for it leaves the ascetic  at the mercy of the ﬁrst surprise-attack; and if one day, conﬁdent of being perfectly master of himself, he wants to come back among his fellowmen in order to help them, his subconscient, so long deprived of its activity of reception, will surely indulge it more intensively than ever before, as soon as the least opportunity offers.


The Mother: There is certainly another remedy. What is it? Undoubtedly, one must learn to control one’s subconscient just as one controls one’s conscious thought. There must be many ways of achieving this. Regular introspection in the Buddhist manner and a methodical analysis of one’s dreams — formed almost always from this subconscious registration — are part of the method to be found.


The Mother: But there is surely something more rapidly effective. . . .  O Lord, Eternal Master, Thou shalt be the Teacher, the Inspirer; Thou wilt teach me what should be done, so that after an indispensable application of it to myself, I may make others also beneﬁt from what Thou hast taught me.  With a loving and trustful devotion, I bow to Thee.   N this calm concentration which comes before daybreak, more than at any other moment, my thought rises to Thee, O Lord of our being, in an ardent prayer.  Grant that this day which is about to dawn may bring to the earth and to men a little more of pure light and true peace; may Thy manifestation be more complete and Thy sweet law more widely recognised; may something higher, nobler, more true be revealed to mankind; may a vaster and deeper love spread abroad so that all painful wounds may be healed; and may this ﬁrst sunbeam dawning upon the earth be the herald of joy and harmony, a symbol of the glorious splendour hidden in the essence of life.


The Mother:  O Divine Master, grant that today may bring to us a completer consecration to Thy Will, a more integral gift of ourselves to Thy work, a more total forgetfulness of self, a greater illumination, a purer love. Grant that in a communion growing ever deeper, more constant and entire, we may be united always more and more closely to Thee and become Thy servitors worthy of Thee. Remove from us all egoism, root out all petty vanity, greed and obscurity. May we be all ablaze with Thy divine Love; make us Thy torches in the world.


The Mother: A silent hymn of praise rises from my heart like the white smoke of incense of the perfumes of the East.  And in the serenity of a perfect surrender, I bow to Thee in the light of the rising day.   HY all this noise, all this movement, this vain and futile agitation; why this whirlwind carrying men away like a swarm of ﬂies caught in a storm? How sad is the sight of all that wasted energy, all those useless efforts!  When will they stop dancing like puppets on a string, pulled they know not by whom or what?


The Mother: When will they ﬁnd time to sit quietly and go within, to recollect themselves and open that inner door which screens from them Thy priceless treasures, Thy inﬁnite boons? . . .  How sorrowful and miserable seems to me their life of ignorance and obscurity, their life of mad agitation and unproﬁtable dispersion! — when one single spark of Thy sublime light, one single drop of Thy divine love, can transform this suffering into an ocean of delight!  O Lord, my prayer soars towards Thee: May they know at last Thy peace and that calm and irresistible strength which comes of an immutable serenity — the privilege of those whose eyes have been opened and who are able to contemplate Thee in the ﬂaming core of their being.  But the hour of Thy manifestation is come.  And soon hymns of gladness will burst forth on every side.


The Mother: Before the solemnity of this hour I bow down in devotion.   IVE me Thy light, O Lord, grant that I do not fall into any error. Grant that the inﬁnite reverence, the utter devotion, that intense and profound love I bring to Thee may be radiant, convincing, contagious, and be awakened in every heart.   O Lord, Eternal Master, Thou art my Light and my Peace; guide my steps, open my eyes, illumine my heart, and lead me on the paths that go straight to Thee.


The Mother: O Lord, Lord, grant that I may have no other will than Thine and that all my acts may be an expression of Thy divine law.  A great Light ﬂoods my whole being, and I am no longer conscious of anything but Thee. . . .   Peace, peace, peace upon all the earth.


The Mother: URE and disinterested love, Thy love in what we are able to perceive and manifest of it, is the sole key that can open all hearts that seek for Thee. Those who follow the path of the intellect may have a very high and true conception; they may have all the information about the true life, the life One with Thee, but they do not it; they have no inner experience of that life and are ignorant of all contact with Thee. These men whose knowledge is intellectual and whose action is conﬁned to a construction which they believe to be the best, are the most difﬁcult of all to convert; it is harder to awaken the consciousness of the Divine in them than in any other person of goodwill.  Love alone can work this miracle, for love opens all doors, penetrates every wall, clears every obstacle. And a little true love does more than the most beautiful speeches.


The Mother: Lord, let this pure ﬂower of love blossom in me, that it may give its fragrance to all those who come near us, and that this fragrance may sanctify them .  In this love lie peace and joy, the fount of all strength and all realisation. It is the infallible healer, the supreme consoler; it is the victor, the sovereign teacher.  O Lord, my sweet Master, Thou whom I adore in silence and to whom I have entirely consecrated myself, Thou who governest my life, kindle in my heart the ﬂame of Thy pure love that it may burn like a glowing brazier, consuming all imperfections and transforming into a comforting warmth and radiating light the dead wood of egoism and the black coals of ignorance.


The Mother: O Lord, I turn towards Thee with a devotion at once joyful and solemn and I implore Thee: Let Thy love manifest, Thy reign come.  May Thy peace govern the world.    LORD, grant that this collective convention of the ending year be for us also the occasion to put an end to a whole lot of bonds and attachments, illusions and weaknesses which have no longer any purpose in our lives. At every moment we must shake off the past like falling dust, that it may not soil the virgin path which, at every moment also, is opening before us.  May our mistakes, acknowledged and rectiﬁed within us, be no more than vain mirages powerless to bring any consequences and, pressing our foot down ﬁrmly upon all that no longer should exist, on all ignorance, all obscurity, all egoism, may we take our ﬂight boldly towards wider horizons and intenser light, a more perfect compassion, a more disinterested love. . . . towards Thee.


The Mother: I hail Thee, O Lord, Master of our life, and I want to proclaim Thy reign over all the earth.   O Thee, supreme Dispenser of all boons, to Thee who givest life its justiﬁcation, by making it pure, beautiful and good, to Thee, Master of our destinies and goal of all our aspirations, was consecrated the ﬁrst minute of this new year.  May it be completely gloriﬁed by this consecration; may those who hope for Thee, seek Thee in the right path; may those who seek Thee ﬁnd Thee, and those who suffer, not knowing where the remedy lies, feel Thy life gradually piercing the hard crust of their obscure consciousness.  I bow down in deep devotion and in boundless gratitude before Thy beneﬁcent splendour; in the name of the earth I give Thee thanks for manifesting Thyself; in its name I implore Thee to manifest Thyself ever more fully, in an uninterrupted growth of Light and Love.


The Mother: Be the sovereign Master of our thoughts, our feelings, our actions.  Thou art our reality, the only Reality.  Without Thee all is falsehood and illusion, all is dismal obscurity.  In Thee are life and light and joy.


The Mother: In Thee is supreme Peace.   HIS marvellous silence manifests Thee despite the mad human agitation — the immutable and constant silence so living in all things that one has but to listen to hear it, in contrast with all that is futile noise, vain agitation, useless dispersion of energies. Let it ﬂower in our being as a source of light and peace; may its power radiate over all in beneﬁcent streams.  Thou art the savour of all life and the reason for all activity, the goal of our thoughts.   T is always good to look within oneself from time to time and see that one is nothing and can do nothing, but afterwards one must turn one’s eyes to Thee, knowing that Thou art all and Thou canst do all.


The Mother: Thou art the life of our life and the light of our being, Thou art the master of our destinies.   HE tide of materialistic thoughts is always on the watch, waiting for the least weakness, and if we relax but one moment from our vigilance, if we are even slightly negligent, it rushes in and invades us from all sides, submerging under its heavy ﬂood the result sometimes of numberless efforts. Then the being enters a sort of torpor, its physical needs of food and sleep increase, its intelligence is clouded, its inner vision veiled, and in spite of the little interest it really ﬁnds in such superﬁcial activities, they occupy it almost exclusively. This state is extremely painful and tiring, for nothing is more tiring than materialistic thoughts, and the mind, worn out, suffers like a caged bird which cannot spread its wings and yet longs to be able to soar freely.  But perhaps this state has its own use which I do not see. . . .


The Mother: In any case, I do not struggle; and like a child in its mother’s arms, like a fervent disciple at the feet of his master, I trust myself to Thee and surrender to Thy guidance, sure of Thy victory.   OR a long while I have been sitting with this notebook before me, unable to make up my mind to write, so much is all within me mediocre, worthless, insipid, hopelessly commonplace. Not a single thought in my head, not a single feeling in my heart, a complete indifference to everything and an insurmountable dullness.  How can such a state be of any use?  But all this is not at all important.


The Mother: And provided Thy work is accomplished, Thy manifestation takes place and the earth becomes more and more Thy harmonious and fruitful kingdom, it matters little whether I accomplish this Work or not.   And as it is certain that It will be done, I should have no reason to worry even if I felt like it. From the depths to the outermost surface, all this, my being, is only a handful of dust; it is but natural that it should be scattered on the winds and leave no trace behind. . . .   HOU art the one and only goal of my life and the centre of my aspiration, the pivot of my thought, the key of the synthesis of my being.


The Mother: And as Thou art beyond all sensation, all feeling and all thought, Thou art the living but ineffable experience, the Reality lived in the depths of the being but untranslatable in our poor words; and it is because human intelligence is powerless to reduce Thee to a formula that some, a little disdainfully, label “sentiment” the knowledge that it is possible to have of Thee, but it is surely as far from sentiment as it is from thought. So long as one has not attained this supreme Knowledge, one has no solid basis or lasting centre for one’s mental and emotional synthesis, and all other intellectual constructions can only be arbitrary, artiﬁcial and vain.  Thou art eternal silence and perfect peace in what we are able to perceive of Thee.  Thou art all the perfection we must acquire, all the marvels to be realised, all the splendour to be manifested.  And all our words are but children’s babblings when we venture to speak of Thee.


The Mother: In silence is the greatest reverence.   IVE them all, O Lord, Thy peace and light, open their blinded eyes and their darkened understanding; calm their futile worries and their vain anxieties. Turn their gaze away from themselves and give them the joy of being consecrated to Thy work without calculation or mental reservation. Let Thy beauty ﬂower in all things, awaken Thy love in all hearts, so that Thy eternally progressive order may be realised upon earth and Thy harmony be spread until the day all becomes Thyself in perfect purity and peace.  Oh!


The Mother: let all tears be wiped away, all suffering relieved, all anguish dispelled, and let calm serenity dwell in every heart and powerful certitude strengthen every mind. Let Thy life ﬂow through all like a regenerating stream that all may turn to Thee and draw from that contemplation the energy for all victories.   ET us shun the paths that are too easy and ask no effort, the paths which give us the illusion of having reached our goal; let us shun that negligence which opens the door to every downfall, that complacent self-admiration which leads to every abyss. Let us understand that however great may have been our efforts, our struggles, even our victories, compared with the distance yet to be travelled, the one we have already covered is nothing; and that all are equal — inﬁnitesimal grains of dust or identical stars — before Eternity.  But Thou art the conqueror of all obstacles, the Light that illumines all ignorance, the Love that vanquishes all pride.


The Mother: And no error can persist in front of Thee.   ORD, incomprehensible reality, Thou who ever ﬂeest before our conquest, effective though it may be, Thou who shalt always be the Unknown despite all that we shall learn to know of Thee, despite all that we shall ravish from Thy eternal mystery, we would go forward, making a complete and constant effort, combining all the multiple paths leading to Thee, go forward like a rising, indomitable tide, breaking down all obstacles, crossing every barrier, lifting up every veil, scattering all clouds, piercing through all darkness, go forward towards Thee, ever to Thee, in a movement so powerful, so irresistible that a whole multitude may be drawn in our wake, and the earth, conscious of Thy new and eternal Presence, understand at last its true purpose, and live in the harmony and peace of Thy sovereign realisation.  Teach us always more, Give us more light,  Dispel our ignorance, Illumine our minds, Transﬁgure our hearts, And give us the Love that never runs dry, and makes Thy sweet law ﬂower in every being.  We are Thine for all Eternity.


The Mother: Y aspiration rises towards Thee ever the same in its almost childlike form, so ordinary in its simplicity, but my call is ever more ardent, and behind the faltering words there is all the fervour of my concentrated will. And I implore Thee, O Lord, in spite of the na¨ıvet´e of this expression that is hardly intellectual, I implore Thee for more true light, true purity, sincerity and love, and all this for all, for the multitude constituting what I call my being, and for the multitude constituting the universal being; I implore Thee, though I know that it is perfectly useless to implore Thee, for we alone, in our ignorance and illwill, can stand in the way of Thy glorious and total manifestation, but something childlike within me ﬁnds a support in this mental attitude; I implore Thee that the peace of Thy reign may spread throughout the earth.  O inaccessible summit which we unceasingly scale without ever reaching Thee, sole Reality of our being whom we believe we have found only to see Thee immediately escape us, marvellous state which we think we have seized but which leads us farther and farther into ever unexplored depths and immensities; no one can say, “I have known Thee,” and yet all carry Thee in themselves, and in the silence of their soul can hear the echo of Thy voice; but this silence is itself progressive, and whatever be the perfection of the union we have realised, as long as we belong by our body to the world  of relativity, this Union with Thee can always grow more perfect.  But all these words we use to speak about Thee are only idle talk. Grant that I may become Thy faithful servitor.


The Mother: VERY moment all the unforeseen, the unexpected, the unknown is before us, every moment the universe is created anew in its entirety and in every one of its parts.  And if we had a truly living faith, if we had the absolute certitude of Thy omnipotence and Thy sole reality, Thy manifestation could at each moment become so evident that the whole universe would be transformed by it. But we are so enslaved to everything that is around us and has gone before us, we are so inﬂuenced by the whole totality of manifested things, and our faith is so weak that we are yet unable to serve as intermediaries for the great miracle of transﬁguration. . . . But, Lord, I know that it will come one day. I know that a day will come when Thou wilt transform all those who come to us; Thou wilt transform them so radically that, liberated completely from the bonds of the past, they will begin to live in Thee an entirely new life, a life made solely of Thee, with Thee as its sovereign Lord.


The Mother: And in this way all anxieties will be transformed into serenity, all anguish into peace, all doubts into certainties, all ugliness into harmony, all egoism into self-giving, all darkness into light and all suffering into immutable happiness.  But art Thou not already performing this beautiful miracle? I see it ﬂowering everywhere around us!  O divine law of beauty and love, supreme liberator, there is no obstacle to Thy power. Only our own blindness deprives us of the comforting sight of Thy constant victory.


The Mother: My heart sings a hymn of gladness and my thought is illumined with joy.  Thy transcendent and marvellous love is the sovereign Master of the world.    TEACHING can be proﬁtable only if it is perfectly sincere, that is, if it is lived while it is being given, and words often repeated, thoughts expressed frequently can no longer be sincere. . . .


The Mother: HOU hast passed, O Lord, like a great wave of love over my life, and when I was immersed in it I knew integrally and intensely that I had offered to Thee — when? I do not know, at no precise moment and most probably always — my thought, my heart, my body in a living holocaust.   And in that great love which enveloped me and that consciousness of perfect renunciation there was an immense serenity vaster than the universe and a sweetness so intense and so full of inﬁnite compassion that tears began to ﬂow slowly from my eyes. Nothing could have been more remote from both suffering and happiness, it was unutterable peace.


The Mother: O sublime Love, centre of our life, Marvel of marvels, at last I ﬁnd Thee again and live anew in Thee, but how much more powerfully, how much more consciously than before! How much better I know Thee, understand Thee!  Each time I ﬁnd Thee anew, my communion with Thee grows more integral, more complete, more deﬁnitive.  O Presence of ineffable beauty, thought of supreme redemption, sovereign power of salvation, with what joy all my being feels Thee living within it, sole principle of its life and of all life, wonderful builder of all thought, all will, all consciousness. On this world of illusion, this sombre nightmare, Thou hast bestowed Thy divine reality, and each atom of matter contains something of Thy Absolute.


The Mother: Thou art, Thou livest, Thou radiatest, Thou reignest.    LORD, divine Master of Love, Thou art the eternal victor, and those who become perfectly attuned to Thee, those who live for Thee alone and by Thee alone, cannot but win all victories; for in Thee is the supreme force, the force of complete disinterestedness, of perfect clear-sightedness, sovereign kindness.  In Thee, by Thee, all is transﬁgured and gloriﬁed; in Thee is found the key to all mysteries and all powers.  But one can attain Thee only if one no longer desires anything except to live in Thee, serve Thee, make Thy divine work triumph more swiftly for the salvation of a greater number of men.  O Lord, Thou alone art real and all else is an illusion; for when one lives in Thee one sees and understands all things, nothing escapes Thy perfect knowledge, but everything wears another appearance; for all is Thou in essence, all being the fruit of Thy work, of Thy magnanimous intervention; and in the most sinister darkness Thou couldst kindle a star.


The Mother: May our devotion grow ever deeper.  May our consecration grow ever more perfect.  And mayst Thou, already the real sovereign of life, become in effect its true sovereign.    THOU who art the sole reality of our being, O sublime Master of love, Redeemer of life, let me have no longer any other consciousness than of Thee at every instant and in each being.


The Mother: When I do not live solely with Thy life, I agonise, I sink slowly towards extinction; for Thou art my only reason for existence, my one goal, my single support. I am like a timid bird not yet sure of its wings and hesitating to take its ﬂight; let me soar to reach deﬁnitive identity with Thee.   T is Thy Presence in every being, O divine Master of love, that makes it possible for every man, even the most cruel, to be open to pity and even the most vile to respect, almost despite himself, honour and justice. It is Thou who, beyond all conventions and prejudices, illuminest with a special light, divine and pure, all that we are and all that we do, and makest us see clearly the difference between what we actually are and what we could be.  Thou art the impassable barrier set up against the excess of evil, darkness and ill-will; Thou art the living hope in every heart of all possible and future perfections.


The Mother: To Thee all the fervour of my adoration.  Thou art the gateway within reach of our conception leading to unsuspected and inconceivable splendours, splendours which will be revealed to us progressively.   LL that is conscious within me belongs unreservedly to Thee, and gradually I shall strive always harder to conquer the subconscient, the yet dark bedrock.  O divine Master of love, eternal Teacher, Thou guidest our lives. It is in Thee alone and for Thee alone that we want to live; enlighten our consciousness, guide our steps, and grant that we may do the utmost we can, using all our energies solely to serve Thee.


The Mother: VERY morning may our thought rise fervently towards Thee, asking Thee how we can manifest and serve Thee best. At every moment in the manifold choices which we can make and which, despite their apparent insigniﬁcance, are always of great importance — since according to our decision we become subject to one category of determinisms or another — at every moment may our attitude be such that Thy divine Will may determine our choice and that thus it may be Thou who directest our entire life. According to the consciousness in which we are when taking a decision, we become subject to the determinism of the order of realities in which we are conscious; whence the consequences, often unforeseen and troublesome, that are contradictory to the general orientation of one’s life and form obstacles which are sometimes terrible to overcome later. Therefore, O Lord, Divine Master of love, we want to be conscious of Thee and Thee alone, be identiﬁed with Thy supreme law each time we take a decision, each time we choose, so that it may be Thy Will which moves us, and that our life be thus effectively and integrally consecrated to Thee.  In Thy Light we shall see, in Thy Knowledge we shall know, in Thy Will we shall realise.


The Mother: TURN towards Thee who art everywhere and within all and outside all, intimate essence of all and remote from all, centre of condensation for all energies, creator of conscious individualities: I turn towards Thee and salute Thee, O liberator of the worlds, and, identiﬁed with Thy divine love, I contemplate the earth and its creatures, this mass of substance put into forms perpetually destroyed and renewed, this swarming mass of aggregates which are dissolved as soon as constituted, of beings who imagine that they are conscient and permanent individualities and who are as ephemeral as a breath, always alike or almost the same, in their diversity, repeating indeﬁnitely the same desires, the same tendencies, the same appetites, the same ignorant errors.  But from time to time Thy sublime light shines in a being and radiates through him over the world, and then a little wisdom, a little knowledge, a little disinterested faith, heroism and compassion penetrates men’s hearts, transforms their minds and sets free a few elements from that sorrowful and implacable wheel of existence to which their blind ignorance subjects them.  But how much greater a splendour than all that have gone before, how marvellous a glory and light would be needed to draw these beings out of the horrible aberration in which they are plunged by the life of cities and so-called civilisations! What a formidable and, at the same time, divinely sweet puissance would be needed to turn aside all these wills from the bitter struggle for their selﬁsh,  mean and foolish satisfactions, to snatch them from this vortex which hides death behind its treacherous glitter, and turn them towards Thy conquering harmony!  O Lord, eternal Master, enlighten us, guide our steps, show us the way towards the realisation of Thy law, towards the accomplishment of Thy work.


The Mother: I adore Thee in silence and listen to Thee in a religious concentration.    LORD, I would like to be so ardent a love that all lonelinesses may be ﬁlled up by it and all sorrows soothed.  O Lord, I cry unto Thee: Make me a burning brazier which consumes all suffering and transforms it into joyous light irradiating the hearts of all! . . .  Grant my prayer: Transform me into a brazier of pure love and boundless compassion.   HAT could be said that is not always the very same aspiration: the law of divine love, the purest expression of what we can conceive of Thee, must be realised more and more upon earth and triumph over all ignorant egoism; we must become more and more perfectly the faithful servitors of that power of love and light, we must live in it, by it; that alone must live and act in us.


The Mother: O Lord, become the sovereign Master of our lives and dispel all the obscurities which can still prevent us from seeing Thee and constantly communing with Thee.   Liberate us from all ignorance, liberate us from ourselves that we may open wide the doors of Thy glorious manifestation.   OR him who, by being integrally united with Thee, is constantly conscious of what expresses Thee most perfectly in action considering the circumstances, no external rule is any longer necessary. The principles of life are in sum only makeshifts for diminishing as far as possible the ignorance of those who do not know Thee yet, and for counteracting somehow or other the moments of blindness and obscurity of those who have only an intermittent contact with Thee.


The Mother: To make rules for oneself and to make them as general, that is, as supple as possible, is good, but provided one considers them only as artiﬁcial lights which should not be used except when the full natural light of communion with Thee fails. Besides, a constant revision of these rules is imperative, for they can be only the expression of a present knowledge and must necessarily gain by all growth and improvement of knowledge.  That is why when meditating upon the attitude one should have towards all those who come to us, in order not only to refrain from doing them any harm but, above all, to strive to do them the utmost possible good — that is, to help them as best one can in making the supreme discovery, the discovery of Thee within them — I saw clearly that no rule was vast and supple enough to be perfectly adapted to Thy law, and that the only true solution was to be always in communion with Thee, so that it could be adapted perfectly to all the inﬁnite variety of circumstances.    LORD, sweet Master of love, Thou who bringest us out of the darkness to awaken us to consciousness, who deliverest us from suffering to make us commune within Thy eternal peace, every morning my aspiration soars ardently towards Thee, and I implore that my being, integrally awake to Thy knowledge, may now live only by Thee, in Thee, for Thee ; I implore that more and more perfectly identiﬁed with Thee, I may now be only Thyself manifested in word and act; I implore that all those who come to us, all who are in contact with us, may awaken to the full knowledge of Thy divine presence, Thy sovereign law, and let themselves be deﬁnitively transformed by it;


The Mother: I implore that all men upon earth, in spite of their bitter suffering, may feel dawning in it the sublime consolation of Thy light and love, and the marvellous comfort of Thy peace ; I implore that every substance impregnated more and more by Thy sovereign forces may put up an everdiminishing resistance of blind ignorance against Thee, and that triumphing over all darkness Thou mayst transﬁgure deﬁnitively and integrally this universe of strife and anguish into a universe of harmony and peace. . . .  So that Thy law may be fulﬁlled.    HATEVER


The Mother: names may be given to Thee, O Lord, by the ´elite of humanity, athirst for something absolute, it seeks ardently for Thee. Even those who seem to move farthest away from Thee, even those who are exclusively occupied with themselves, are they not searching for an absolute in sensation, an absolute in satisfaction, and in spite of its vanity that search also can some day lead to Thee; Thou art far too much at the core, at the heart of all things for even the very worst egoisms not to be transformed by Thee into aspirations. . . . The only thing we must fear and avoid is the inertia of inconscience, of blind and heavy ignorance. That state lies at the very bottom of the inﬁnite ladder that rises towards Thee.


The Mother: And all Thy effort consists in pulling Matter out of this primeval darkness so as to awaken it to consciousness. Even passion is preferable to inconscience. We must therefore go constantly forward to conquer that universal bedrock of inconscience and through our own organism transform it gradually into luminous consciousness.  O Lord, sweet Master of love, Thou whom I see so living, so conscious within all things, I adore Thee with a boundless devotion.   ITH peace in our hearts, with light in our minds, we feel Thee, O Lord, so living within us that we await events with serenity, knowing that Thy path is everywhere, since we carry it in our own being, and that in all circumstances we can become the heralds of Thy word, the servitors of Thy work.


The Mother: With a calm and pure devotion we hail Thee and recognise Thee as the sole reality of our being.    S soon as one rises above the perception of contingencies, as soon as one’s consciousness is identiﬁed with Thy supreme consciousness and one enters thus into that omniscience which I cannot deﬁne except as absolute Knowledge, how easy and even a little childish seem all those problems about what should or should not be done, about all the resolutions to be taken.  From the standpoint of the eternal work, the one thing important is to become conscious of Thee, to identify oneself with Thee and to maintain that conscious identiﬁcation constantly. But as to what best use can be made of our physical organism, Thy mode of manifestation upon earth, it is quite enough, when Thou alone art conscious within us, to turn the gaze to the body in order to know beyond all doubt what is the best thing it can do, what activity will most fully utilise all its energies.


The Mother: And without attaching much importance to that activity, that altogether relative utilisation, one can take without any difﬁculty, any inner debate, decisions which, to the outer consciousness appear the boldest and most dangerous.  How simple everything is for him who sees all things from the height of Thy eternity!  I hail Thee, O Lord, with a joyful and trusting devotion. May the peace of Thy divine love be with all beings.   HEN, conscious with Thy supreme consciousness, one considers all earthly circumstances, one sees their complete relativity and says, “To do this thing or that, after all that is not of much importance; yet a particular mode of action will be the best utilisation of a certain faculty, a certain temperament.


The Mother: All actions, whatever they may be, even the most contradictory in appearance, can be an expression of Thy law to the extent that they are infused with the consciousness of that law, which is not a law of practical application that can be translated into principles or rules in the ordinary human consciousness but a law of attitude, of a constant and prevailing consciousness, something that cannot be expressed in formulas but may be lived.”  But as soon as one falls back into the ordinary consciousness, nothing should be treated lightly and with indifference, the least circumstances, the smallest acts have a great importance and should be seriously considered; for we must try at every moment to do that which will make the identiﬁcation of our consciousness with the eternal consciousness easy, and avoid carefully all that could be an obstacle to this identiﬁcation. It is then that the rules of conduct having as their foundation perfect personal disinterestedness should ﬁnd their full value.  With peace in my heart, with light in my mind, the hope born of certitude in all my being, I greet Thee, O Lord, divine Master of eternal love.  Thou art the reason of our existence and our goal.


The Mother: N the silence of an intense concentration I would unite my consciousness with Thy absolute consciousness, I would identify myself with Thee, O sovereign Lord of our being, divine Master of love, so that Thy law may become clear and perceptible to us and we may live only by it and for it.  How beautiful, grand, simple and calm everything is in the hours when my thought takes its ﬂight to Thee and unites with Thee! And from the day it becomes possible for us to keep this supreme clear-sightedness constantly, with what an airy and yet sure step we shall walk through life above all obstacles and unhesitatingly! For, — this I know through experience — all doubt, all hesitation ceases the very moment one is conscious of Thy law; and if one perceives clearly the extreme relativity of all human action, one knows at the same time, with exactitude and precision, which action is the least relative in regard to one’s body and one’s own way of acting . . . and all obstacles vanish as if by magic.


The Mother: All our efforts, O Lord, will henceforth be bent on an ever more constant realisation of this marvellous state.  May the peace of Thy certitude awaken in every heart!   EACE, peace upon all the earth!  May all escape from the ordinary consciousness and be delivered from the attachment for material things; may they awake to the knowledge of Thy divine presence, unite themselves with Thy supreme consciousness and taste the plenitude of peace that springs from it.  Lord, Thou art the sovereign Master of our being.


The Mother: Thy law is our law, and with all our strength we aspire to identify our consciousness with Thy eternal consciousness, that we may accomplish Thy sublime work in each thing and at every moment.  Lord, deliver us from all care for contingencies, deliver us from the ordinary outlook on things. Grant that we may henceforth see only with Thy eyes and act only by Thy will. Transform us into living torches of Thy divine love.  With reverence, with devotion, in a joyful consecration of my whole being I give myself, O Lord, to the fulﬁlment of Thy law.


The Mother: Peace, peace upon all the earth!    THOU, sole Reality, Light of our light and Life of our life, Love supreme, Saviour of the world, grant that more and more I may be perfectly awakened into the awareness of Thy constant presence. Let all my acts conform to Thy law; let there be no difference between my will and Thine. Extricate me from the illusory consciousness of my mind, from its world of fantasies; let me identify my consciousness with the Absolute Consciousness, for that art Thou.


The Mother: Give me constancy in the will to attain the end, give me ﬁrmness and energy and the courage which shakes off all torpor and lassitude.   Give me the peace of perfect disinterestedness, the peace that makes Thy presence felt and Thy intervention effective, the peace that is ever victorious over all bad will and every obscurity.  Grant, I implore Thee, that all in my being may be identiﬁed with Thee. May I be nothing else any more than a ﬂame of love utterly awakened to a supreme realisation of Thee.


The Mother: SUPREME, sole Reality, true Consciousness, permanent Oneness, sovereign repose of perfect light, with what an intensity I aspire to be conscious of only Thee, to be only Thyself. This incessant whirl of unreal personalities, this multiplicity, this complexity, this excessive inextricable confusion of conﬂicting thoughts, struggling tendencies, battling desires, seems to me more and more frightful. I must emerge from this raging sea, land on Thy serene and peaceful shore. Give me the energy of an indefatigable swimmer. I would conquer Thee however great may be the effort needed for that. . . .


The Mother: O Lord, ignorance must be vanquished, illusion dispelled, this sorrowful universe must come out of its hideous nightmare, end its terrible dream, and awaken at last to the consciousness of Thy sole Reality.  O immutable Peace, deliver men from ignorance; may Thy plenary and pure Light reign everywhere!    LORD, how ardently my aspiration rises to Thee: give us the full consciousness of Thy law, the constant perception of Thy will, so that our decision may be Thy decision and our life solely consecrated to Thy service and as perfect an expression as possible of Thy inspiration.  O Lord, dispel all darkness, all blindness; may every one enjoy the calm certitude that Thy divine illumination brings!    LORD, be ever present in my thought!


The Mother: Not that I ask this of Thee, for I know that Thy Presence is constant and sovereign, I know that all we see and all that escapes our sight is just what it is only through Thy marvellous intervention, because of Thy divine law of love; but I say this and repeat it, I implore, in order to escape from forgetfulness and negligence.   Oh! to become Thy living love so powerfully as to transﬁgure and illumine all things, so completely as to awaken peace and benevolent satisfaction in all.  Oh, to become Thy divine love, pure and clearsighted, to be that always and everywhere! . . .


The Mother: HE only thing that is important, the one thing that counts, is the will to be identiﬁed more and more completely with Thee, to unite our consciousness with Thy absolute Consciousness, to be more and more the peaceful, calm, disinterested, strong servitor of Thy sovereign law, Thy loving Will.  O Lord, give me the peace of perfect disinterestedness, the peace which makes Thy Presence effective, Thy intervention efﬁcacious, the Peace ever triumphant over all bad will, all obscurity.  Lord, very humbly I pray to Thee that I may be equal to my task, that nothing in me, conscious or unconscious, may betray Thee by neglecting to serve Thy sacred mission.  In a silent devotion, I bow to Thee. . . .   VERY day, every moment should be an occasion for a new and completer consecration, and not one of those enthusiastic and ﬂurried consecrations, over-active, full of illusions about the work, but a deep and silent consecration which is not necessarily visible but penetrates and transﬁgures all action.


The Mother: Our mind, solitary and peaceful, should always repose in Thee and from that pure summit have the exact perception of realities, of the sole and eternal Reality behind all unstable and ﬂeeting appearances.  O Lord, my heart is puriﬁed of all uneasiness and anguish; it is steady and calm and sees Thee in all things; and whatever our outer actions may be, whatever the circumstances the future has in store for us, I know that Thou alone livest, that Thou alone art real in Thy immutable permanence and it is in Thee that we live. . . .  May there be peace upon all the earth.   HEN I was a child of about thirteen, for nearly a year every night as soon as I had gone to bed it seemed to me that I went out of my body and rose straight up above the house, then above the city, very high above. Then I used to see myself clad in a magniﬁcent golden robe, much longer than myself; and as I rose higher, the robe would stretch, spreading out in a circle around me to form a kind of immense roof over the city.


The Mother: Then I would see men, women, children, old men, the sick, the unfortunate coming out from every side; they would gather under the outspread robe, begging for help, telling of their miseries, their suffering, their hardships. In reply, the robe, supple and alive, would extend towards each one of them individually, and as soon as they had touched it, they were comforted or healed, and went back into their bodies happier and stronger than they had come out of them.  Nothing seemed more beautiful to me, nothing could make me happier; and all the activities of the day seemed dull and colourless and without any real life, beside this activity of the night which was the true life for me. Often while I was rising up in this way, I used to see at my left an old man, silent and still, who looked at me with kindly affection and encouraged me by his presence. This old man, dressed in a long dark purple robe, was the personiﬁcation — as I came to know later — of him who is called the Man of Sorrows.


The Mother: Now that deep experience, that almost inexpressible reality, is translated in my mind by other ideas which I may describe in this way:  Many a time in the day and night it seems to me that I am, or rather my consciousness is, concentrated entirely in my heart which is no longer an organ, not even a feeling, but the divine Love, impersonal, eternal; and being this Love I feel myself living at the centre of each thing upon the entire earth, and at the same time I seem to stretch out immense, inﬁnite arms and envelop with a boundless tenderness all beings, clasped, gathered, nestled on my breast that is vaster than the universe. . . .  Words are poor and clumsy, O divine Master, and mental transcriptions are always childish. . . . But my aspiration to Thee is constant, and truly speaking, it is very often Thou and Thou alone who livest in this body, this imperfect means of manifesting Thee.  May all beings be happy in the peace of Thy illumination!


The Mother: RANT O Lord, that we may be more and more conscious of Thy law, that is, be one with it, so that we may foster its manifestation in all things.  Lord, grant that I may become master of my vagabond thought, that living in Thee I may see life only through Thee, and the illusion of material reality may come to an end and be replaced by a perception more in conformity with Thy eternal reality.


The Mother: Let me live constantly in Thy divine Love, so that it may live in me and through me.  Grant that I may be an efﬁcient and clear-sighted collaborator and that everything within me may foster the plenitude of Thy manifestation.  I know all my imperfections, my difﬁculties, my weaknesses, I feel all my ignorance, but I put my full trust in Thee and bow down before Thee in silent devotion.   E who wants to serve Thee worthily should not be  attached to anything, not even to those activities which enable him to commune more consciously with Thee.


The Mother: . . .  But if as a result of the totality of circumstances, material things still take a greater place in life than usual, one must know how not to become absorbed by them, how to keep in one’s inmost heart the clear vision of Thy presence and live constantly in that serene peace which nothing can disturb. . . .  Oh, to do everything seeing only Thee everywhere and thus soar above the act that has been carried out, without letting any chain that holds us prisoners to the earth burden our ﬂight. . . .


The Mother: O Lord, grant that the offering I make to Thee of my being may be integral and effective.  With a respectful and loving devotion I bow down before Thee, O ineffable Essence, inconceivable Reality, Nameless One.    LORD, I sense the inﬁnite happiness which is the portion of those whose life is entirely consecrated to Thee.  And this does not depend upon outer circumstances but on one’s own state of being and its greater or lesser degree of illumination.


The Mother: A perfect consecration to Thy law cannot but bring about modiﬁcations in the totality of circumstances, yet it is not these which make possible and express this perfect consecration. I mean that it is not under certain circumstances, always the same for all, that Thy law is manifested; for every one this manifestation is different according to his temperament, that is, according to the mission which for the moment is assigned to him in physical life.  But what is unchangeable and universal is the happy peace, the luminous and immutable serenity of all those who are solely consecrated to Thee, who no longer have any darkness, ignorance, egoistic attachment or bad will in them.  Oh, may all awake to this divine peace.   T is in one’s own self that all the obstacles lie, it is in one’s own self that all the difﬁculties are found, it is in one’s own self that there is all the darkness and ignorance.


The Mother: Were we to travel throughout the earth, were we to go and bury ourselves in some solitude, break with all our habits, lead the most ascetic life, yet if some bond of illusion held back our consciousness far from Thy absolute Consciousness, if some egoistic attachment cut us off from the integral communion with Thy divine Love, we would be no nearer Thee despite all outer circumstances. Can any circumstances be considered more or less favourable? I doubt it; it is the idea we have about them which enables us to proﬁt much or little by the lessons they give us.  O Lord, I implore Thee! Grant that I may be perfectly conscious and master of all that constitutes this personality, so that I may be delivered from myself and Thou alone mayst live and act through these multiple elements.


The Mother: To live in Love, by Love, for Love, indissolubly united to Thy highest manifestation. . . .  Always more light, more beauty, more truth!    S the day of departure draws near, I enter into a kind of self-communion; I turn with a fond solemnity towards all those thousand little nothings around us which have silently, for so many years, played their role of faithful friends; I thank them gratefully for all the charm they were able to give to the outer side of our life; I wish that if they are destined to pass into other hands than ours for any length of time, these hands may be gentle to them and know all the respect that is due to what Thy divine Love, O Lord, has brought out from the dark inconscience of chaos.


The Mother: Then I turn towards the future and my gaze becomes more solemn still. What it holds in store for us I do not know nor care to know; outer circumstances have no importance at all; my only wish is that this may be for us the beginning of a new inner period in which, more detached from material things, we could be more conscious of Thy law and more one-pointedly consecrated to its manifestation; that it may be a period of greater light, greater love, of a more perfect dedication to Thy cause.  In a silent adoration I contemplate Thee. . . .   T is likely to be the last time for a long while that I am writing at this table, in this calm room all charged with Thy Presence. For the next three days I shall probably not be able to write. . . .


The Mother: In an indrawn state I contemplate this turning page, vanishing into the dream of the past and look at the new page all full potentially of the dream of the future. . . . And yet how triﬂing this seems, how childish and unimportant, when seen in the light of Thy eternity. The only thing that is important is to obey Thy law with love and joy.  O Lord, grant that everything in us may adore and serve Thee.  May Peace be with all!


The Mother: FTER having suffered acutely from their suffering, I turned towards Thee, trying to heal it by infusing into it a little of that divine Love which is the source of all peace and all happiness. We must not run away from suffering, we must not love and cultivate it either, we must learn how to go deep down into it sufﬁciently to turn it into a lever powerful enough for us to force open the doors of the eternal consciousness and enter the serenity of Thy unchanging Oneness.  Surely this sentimental and physical attachment which causes an agonizing wrench when bodies are separated, is childish from a certain point of view, when we contemplate the impermanence of outer forms and the reality of Thy essential Oneness; but, on the other hand, is not this attachment, this personal affection, an unconscious effort in men to realise outwardly, as far as possible, that fundamental oneness towards which they always move without even being aware of it? And precisely because of that, is not the suffering that separation brings one of the most effective means of transcending this outer consciousness, of replacing this superﬁcial attachment by the integral realisation of Thy eternal Oneness?  This is what I wished for them all; this is what I ardently willed for them, and that is why, assured of Thy victory, certain of Thy triumph, I conﬁded their grief to Thee that by illuminating it Thou mayst heal it.


The Mother: O Lord, grant that all this beauty of affection and tenderness may be transformed into glorious knowledge.   Grant that the best may emerge from everything and Thy happy Peace reign over the earth.   HOU wert with us yesterday as the most marvellous of protections; Thou didst permit Thy law to triumph even in the most external manifestation. Violence was answered by calm, brutality by the strength of sweetness; and where an irreparable disaster would have occurred, Thy power was gloriﬁed.


The Mother: O Lord, with what fervent gratitude did I greet Thy Presence. It was for me the sure sign that we would have the strength to act, to think, to live in Thy name and for Thee; not only in intention and will, but effectively in an integral realisation.  This morning my prayer rises to Thee, always with the same aspiration: to live Thy love, to radiate Thy love, with such potency and effectiveness that all may feel fortiﬁed, regenerated and illumined by our contact. To have power to heal life, to relieve suffering, to generate peace and calm conﬁdence, to efface anguish and replace it by the sense of the one true happiness, the happiness that is founded in Thee and never fades. . . . O Lord, O marvellous Friend, O all-powerful Master, penetrate all our being, transﬁgure it till Thou alone livest in us and through us!


The Mother: N front of this calm sunrise which turned all within me into silence and peace, at the moment when I grew conscious of Thee and Thou alone wast living in me, O Lord, it seemed to me that I adopted all the inhabitants of this ship, and enveloped them in an equal love, and that so in each one of them something of Thy consciousness would awake. Not often had I felt so strongly Thy divine power and Thy invincible light, and once again total was my conﬁdence and unmixed my joyful surrender.  O Thou who relievest all suffering and dispersest all ignorance, O Thou the supreme healer, be constantly present on this boat in the heart of those whom it shelters that once again Thy glory may be manifested!   HOSE who live for Thee and in Thee may change their physical surroundings, their habits, climate, “milieu”, but everywhere they ﬁnd the same atmosphere; they carry that atmosphere in themselves, in their thought constantly ﬁxed on Thee.


The Mother: Everywhere they feel at home, for everywhere they are in Thy house. No longer do they marvel at the novelty, unexpectedness, picturesqueness of things and countries; for them, it is Thy Presence that is manifest in all and Thy unchangeable splendour, which never leaves them, is apparent in the least grain of sand.  The whole earth chants Thy praises; in spite of the obscurity, misery, ignorance, through it all, it is still the glory of Thy love which we perceive and with which we can commune ceaselessly everywhere.  O Lord, my sweet Master, all this I constantly experience on this boat which seems to me a marvellous abode of peace, a temple sailing in Thy honour over the waves of the subconscient passivity which we have to conquer and awaken to the consciousness of Thy divine Presence.  Blessed was the day when I came to know Thee, O Ineffable Eternity.


The Mother: Blessed among all days be that day when the earth at last awakened shall know Thee and shall live only for Thee.   N the silence of the night Thy Peace reigned over all things, in the silence of my heart Thy Peace reigns always; and when these two silences were united, Thy Peace was so powerful that no disturbance of any kind could resist it. Then I thought of all those who were watching over the boat to safeguard and protect our course, and in gratefulness I wanted to make Thy Peace spring up and live in their hearts ; then I thought of all those who, conﬁdent and free from care, slept the sleep of inconscience, and with solicitude for their miseries, pity for their latent suffering which would arise in them when they awoke, I wanted that a little of Thy Peace might live in their hearts and awaken in them the life of the spirit, the light that dispels ignorance. Then I thought of all the inhabitants of this vast sea, both visible and invisible, and I willed that Thy Peace might spread over them.


The Mother: Then I thought of those we had left far behind and whose affection goes with us, and with a great tenderness I wanted Thy conscious and lasting Peace for them, the plenitude of Thy Peace as far as they could receive it. Then I thought of all those towards whom we are going, who are troubled by childish preoccupations and ﬁght in ignorance and egoism for petty rivalries of interest; and ardently, in a great aspiration, I asked for them the full light of Thy Peace.  Then I thought of all those we know, all those we do not know, all the life in the making, all that has changed its form, all that is not yet in form, and for all these,   even as for all that I cannot think about, for all that is present to my memory and for all that I forget, in a deep contemplation and mute adoration I implored Thy Peace.    LORD, my one aspiration is to know Thee and serve Thee better every day.


The Mother: What do outer circumstances matter? They seem to me each day more vain and illusory, and I take less and less interest in what is going to happen to us in the outer life; but more and more am I intensely interested in the one thing which seems important to me: to know Thee better in order to serve Thee better. All outer events must converge upon this goal and this goal alone; and for that all depends upon the attitude we have towards them. To seek Thee constantly in all things, to want to manifest Thee ever better in every circumstance, in this attitude lies supreme Peace, perfect serenity, true contentment. In it life blossoms, widens, expands so magniﬁcently in such majestic waves that no storm can any longer disturb it.


The Mother: O Lord, Thou art our safeguard, our only happiness, Thou art our resplendent light, our pure love, our hope and our strength. Thou art our life, the reality of our being!  In a reverent and joyful adoration I bow to Thee.   OW many different levels there are in consciousness!  This word should be reserved for what is illumined in a being by Thy Presence, is identiﬁed with Thee and partakes of Thy absolute Consciousness, for that which has knowledge, that which is “perfectly awakened”, as the Buddha says.


The Mother: Outside this state there are inﬁnite grades of consciousness, going right down to complete darkness, the veritable inconscience which may be a domain yet untouched by the light of Thy divine Love (but this seems improbable in physical substance), or which is, for some kind of reason of ignorance, outside our individual range of perception.  This is, however, only a way of speaking, and a very incomplete one; for when the being becomes aware of Thy presence and is identiﬁed with Thy consciousness, it is conscious in all things and everywhere. But the ﬂeeting duration of this supreme consciousness can be explained only by the complexity of the elements of the being, by their unequal illumination and by the fact that they enter into activity successively. It is, moreover, because of this successive activity that they can gradually become aware of themselves as a result of their experiences, both objective and subjective (which are really one and the same), that is, discover Thee in their unfathomable essence.  The subconscient is the intermediate zone between precise perception and ignorance, total darkness; it is  probable that most beings, even human beings, live constantly in this subconscient; few emerge from it.


The Mother: This is the conquest that is to be made; for to be conscious in the true sense of the word is to be Thyself integrally; and is not this the very deﬁnition of the work to be accomplished, the mission to be fulﬁlled upon earth?  Deliver us, O Lord, from darkness; grant that we may become perfectly awake. . . .  Sweet Master of Love, grant that all my consciousness may be concentrated in Thee so that I may live only by love and light and that love and light may radiate through me and awaken in all on our journey; may this physical journey be like a symbol of our action and may we leave everywhere a trace of Thee like a trail of light and love.  O divine Master, eternal Teacher, Thou livest in all things, in all beings, and Thy love bursts upon the sight of even the most ignorant. Grant that all may become aware of it in the depths of their being and that hatred may disappear for ever from their hearts.


The Mother: My ardent gratitude rises to Thee like a tireless chant.   N the immutable solitude of the desert there is something of Thy majestic presence, and I understand why one of the best means of ﬁnding Thee has always been to withdraw into these immense stretches of sand.  But for one who knows Thee, Thou art everywhere, in all things, and none of them seems more suitable than another for manifesting Thee; for all things that exist — and many others that yet do not — are necessary to express Thee. Each thing, by virtue of Thy divine intervention of love, is an effort of life towards Thee; and as soon as our eyes are unsealed, we perceive this effort constantly.  O Lord, my heart is athirst for Thee and my thought seeks for Thee constantly.


The Mother: In a mute adoration I bow to Thee.   Y thought is ﬁlled with Thee, my heart is full, all my being is ﬁlled with Thy Presence, and peace grows ever deeper, giving rise to that happiness, so special, so unmixed, of a calm serenity, which seems vast as the universe, deep as the unfathomable depths which lead to Thee.  Oh, these silent and pure nights when my heart overﬂows and unites with Thy divine Love to penetrate all things, embrace all life, illumine and regenerate all thought, purify all feeling, awaken in every being the consciousness of Thy marvellous Presence and of the ineffable peace that ﬂows from it!  Grant, O Lord, that this consciousness and peace may constantly grow within us, so that we may be more and more the faithful intermediaries of Thy divine and absolute law.   HEN physical conditions are a little difﬁcult and some discomfort follows, if one knows how to surrender completely before Thy will, caring little for life or death, health or illness, the integral being enters immediately into harmony with Thy law of love and life, and all physical indisposition ceases giving place to a calm well-being, deep and peaceful.


The Mother: I have noticed that when one enters into an activity that necessitates great physical endurance, what tires one most is anticipating beforehand all the difﬁculties to which one will be exposed. It is much wiser to see at every moment only the difﬁculty of the present instant; in this way the effort becomes much easier for it is always proportionate to the amount of strength, the resistance at one’s disposal. The body is a marvellous tool, it is our mind that does not know how to use it and, instead of fostering its suppleness, its plasticity, it brings a certain ﬁxity into it which comes from preconceived ideas and unfavourable suggestions.  But the supreme science, O Lord, is to unite with Thee, to trust in Thee, to live in Thee, to be Thyself; and then nothing is any longer impossible to a man who manifests Thy omnipotence.  Lord, my aspiration rises to Thee like a silent canticle, a mute adoration, and Thy divine Love illumines my heart.


The Mother: O divine Master, I bow to Thee!   HOU art perfect knowledge, absolute consciousness.  He who unites with Thee is omniscient — while the union lasts. But even before attaining this stage, he who has given himself to Thee in all the sincerity of his being, with all his conscious will, he who has resolved to make every effort to help in the manifestation and triumph of Thy divine law of Love in himself and the whole ﬁeld of his inﬂuence, sees all things in his life change, and all circumstances begin to express Thy law and assist his consecration; for him it is the best, the very best that always happens; and if in his intelligence there is still some obscurity, some ignorant desire which at times prevents him from becoming aware of it immediately, he recognises sooner or later that a beneﬁcent power seemed to protect him even from himself and secure for him conditions most favourable to his blossoming and transﬁguration, his integral conversion and utilisation.  As soon as one becomes conscious and convinced of this, one can no longer worry about future circumstances or the turn events take; it is with perfect serenity that one does at every moment what one thinks best, convinced that the best too is sure to come from it, even if it is not the result which we, with our limited reasoning, expected from it.


The Mother: That is why, Lord, our heart is light, our thought in repose. That is why we turn to Thee in all conﬁdence and say peacefully: May Thy will be done, in it true harmony is realised.    LORD, eternal Teacher, Thou whom we can neither name nor understand, but whom we want to realise more and more at every moment, enlighten our intelligence, illumine our hearts, transﬁgure our consciousness; may everyone awaken to the true life, ﬂee from egoism and its train of sorrow and anguish, and take refuge in Thy divine and pure Love, source of all peace and all happiness. My heart so full of Thee seems to expand into inﬁnity and my intelligence, all illumined with Thy Presence, shines like the purest diamond.


The Mother: Thou art the wonderful magician, he who transﬁgures all things, from ugliness brings forth beauty, from darkness light, from the mud clear water, from ignorance knowledge and from egoism goodness.  In Thee, by Thee, for Thee we live and Thy law is the supreme master of our life.  May Thy will be done in every place, may Thy peace reign upon all the earth.   HOU art consciousness and light, Thou art peace in the depth of all things, the divine love that transﬁgures, the knowledge that triumphs over darkness. To feel Thee and aspire to Thee one should have emerged from the immense sea of the subconscient, one should have begun to crystallise, to grow distinct so as to know oneself and then give oneself as that alone which is its own master can do.


The Mother: And what effort and struggle it takes to attain this crystallisation, to emerge from the amorphous state of the environment; and how much more effort and struggle yet to give oneself, to surrender once the individuality has been formed.  Few beings consent willingly to make this effort; so life with its brutal unforeseen events obliges men to make it unintentionally, for they cannot do otherwise. And little by little Thy work is accomplished despite all obstacles.   VERY morning my aspiration rises ardently to Thee, and in the silence of my satisﬁed heart I ask that Thy law of Love may be expressed, that Thy will may manifest.  And in anticipation I adhere with joy and serenity to those circumstances which will express this law and this will.


The Mother: Oh, why be restless and want that for oneself things should turn out in one way and not another! Why decide that a particular set of circumstances will be the expression of the best possibilities and then launch into a bitter struggle so that these possibilities may be realised! Why not use all one’s energy solely to will in the calm of inner conﬁdence that Thy law may triumph everywhere and always over all difﬁculties, all darkness, all egoism! How the horizon widens as soon as one learns to take this attitude; how all anxiety vanishes giving place to a constant illumination, to the omnipotence of disinterestedness! To will what Thou willest, O Lord, is to live constantly in communion with Thee, to be delivered from all contingencies, to escape all narrowness, to ﬁll one’s lungs with pure and wholesome air, to get rid of all useless weariness, be relieved of all cumbrous loads, so as to run briskly towards the only goal worth attaining: the triumph of Thy divine Law!


The Mother: O Lord, with what joy and trust I greet Thee this morning! . . .    LORD, divine Master of Love, enlighten their consciousness and their hearts. They have made an effort to reach out towards Thee but because of their ignorance their prayers probably did not rise to Thee, and their false conceptions have barred the way to their aspiration.  Yet in Thy mercy Thou dost turn all goodwill to account and a ﬂash of sincerity is enough for Thy divine light to use it to illumine the intelligence, for Thy sublime love to penetrate into all hearts and ﬁll them with that pure and lofty benevolence which is one of the best expressions of Thy law.


The Mother: What I willed for them, with Thy will, in moments when I could be in true communion with Thee — grant that they may have received it on the day when, striving to forget all outer contingencies, they turned to their noblest thought, their best feelings.  May the supreme serenity of Thy sublime Presence awake in them.   S I see it, the ideal state is that in which, constantly conscious with Thy Consciousness, one knows at every moment, spontaneously, without any reﬂection being necessary, exactly what should be done to best express Thy law. That state I know, for I have experienced it at certain moments, but very often the knowledge of the “how” is veiled by a mist of ignorance and one must call in reﬂection which is not always a good counsellor — let alone all that one does at every instant without having any time for reﬂection, on the spur of the moment. How far does it conform with or oppose Thy law?


The Mother: That depends upon the state of the subconscient, on what is active in it at that time. Once the deed is done, if it has any importance, if one can look at it, analyse it, understand it, it serves as a lesson, enables one to become aware of one’s motive of action and hence of something in the subconscient which still governs the being and has to be mastered.  Every action on earth is bound to have a good and a bad side. Even the actions which best express the most divine law of Love carry in them something of the disorder and darkness inherent in the world as it is today. Some people, those who are called pessimists, perceive almost exclusively the dark side of everything.


The Mother: The optimists, on the other hand, see only the side of beauty and harmony.  And if it is foolish and ignorant to be an unwitting optimist, is it not making a happy conquest to become a willing optimist? In the eyes of pessimists, whatever one  does will always be bad, ignorant or egoistic; how could one satisfy them? It is an impossible task.  There is only one recourse; to unite as perfectly as possible with the highest and purest light that one can conceive, to identify one’s consciousness as completely as possible with the absolute Consciousness, to strive to receive all inspirations from that Consciousness alone so as to foster as best one can its manifestation upon earth, and, trusting in its power, to regard all events with serenity.


The Mother: Since everything is necessarily mixed in the present manifestation, the wisest thing is to do one’s best, striving towards an ever higher light and to resign oneself to the fact that absolute perfection is for the moment unrealisable.  And yet how ardently must we always aspire for that inaccessible perfection! . . .   HE result of all my reﬂections of yesterday is the ﬁnding that the only disturbance I experience comes from my fear of not having been or of not being perfectly identiﬁed with Thy law. And this disturbance comes precisely from the fact that the identiﬁcation is not complete; for if it were, I could not ask myself whether it is so and, on the other hand, as I know from experience, all disturbance would become impossible for me.  But in face of an error or blunder, the true thought to have is not to say to oneself, “I should have done better, I should have done this instead of that”, but rather “I was not sufﬁciently identiﬁed with the eternal Consciousness, I must strive to realise better this deﬁnitive and integral union.”


The Mother: Yesterday afternoon, during those long hours of silent contemplation, I understood at last what is meant by true identiﬁcation with the object of one’s thought. I touched this realisation, as it were, not by achieving a mental state, but simply through steadiness and control of thought. I understood that I would need long, very long hours of contemplation to be able to perfect this realisation. This is one of the things I expect from the journey to India, if indeed Thou dost consider it useful for Thy service, Lord.  My progress is slow, very slow, but I hope that in compensation it may be lasting and free from all ﬂuctuation.


The Mother: Grant that I may accomplish my mission, that I may help in Thy integral manifestation.   ILENT and unseen as always, but all-powerful, Thy action has made itself felt and, in these souls that seemed to be so closed, a perception of Thy divine light is awake.  I knew well that none could invoke Thy presence in vain and if in the sincerity of our hearts we commune with Thee through no matter what organism, body or human collectivity, this organism in spite of its ignorance ﬁnds its unconsciousness wholly transformed. But when in one or several elements there is the conscious transformation, when the ﬂame that smoulders under the ashes leaps out suddenly illumining all the being, then with joy we salute Thy sovereign action, testify once more to Thy invincible puissance and can hope that a new possibility of true happiness has been added to the others in mankind.


The Mother: O Lord, an ardent thanksgiving mounts from me towards Thee expressing the gratitude of this sorrowing humanity which Thou illuminest, transformest and gloriﬁest and givest to it the peace of Knowledge.   ROM the time we started and every day more and more, in all things we can see Thy divine intervention, everywhere Thy law is expressed, and I need all my inner conviction to feel that this is perfectly natural, so that I do not pass from wonder to wonder.  At no moment do I feel that I am living outside Thee and never have the horizons appeared vaster to me and the depths at once more luminous and unfathomable.  Grant, O Divine Teacher, that we may know and accomplish our mission upon earth better and better, more and more, that we may make full use of all the energies that are in us, and Thy sovereign Presence become manifest ever more perfectly in the silent depths of our soul, in all our thoughts, all our feelings, all our actions.  I ﬁnd it almost strange to speak to Thee, so much is it Thou who livest in me, thinkest and lovest.


The Mother: THOU whom we must know, understand, realise, absolute Consciousness, eternal Law, Thou who guidest and illuminest us, who movest and inspirest us, grant that these weak souls may be strengthened and those who fear be reassured. To Thee I entrust them, even as I entrust to Thee our entire destiny.   N the presence of those who are integrally Thy servitors, those who have attained the perfect consciousness of Thy presence, I become aware that I am still far, very far from what I yearn to realise; and I know that the highest I can conceive, the noblest and purest is still dark and ignorant beside what I should conceive. But this perception, far from being depressing, stimulates and strengthens the aspiration, the energy, the will to triumph over all obstacles so as to be at last identiﬁed with Thy law and Thy work.


The Mother: Gradually the horizon becomes distinct, the path grows clear, and we move towards a greater and greater certitude.   It matters little that there are thousands of beings plunged in the densest ignorance, He whom we saw yesterday is on earth; his presence is enough to prove that a day will come when darkness shall be transformed into light, and Thy reign shall be indeed established upon earth.  O Lord, Divine Builder of this marvel, my heart overﬂows with joy and gratitude when I think of it, and my hope has no bounds.  My adoration is beyond all words, my reverence is silent.


The Mother: FEEL we have entered the very heart of Thy sanctuary and grown aware of Thy very will. A great joy, a deep peace reign in me, and yet all my inner constructions have vanished like a vain dream and I ﬁnd myself now, before Thy immensity, without a frame or system, like a being not yet individualised. All the past in its external form seems ridiculously arbitrary to me, and yet I know it was useful in its own time.  But now all is changed: a new stage has begun.   VERY day, when I want to write, I am interrupted, as though the new period opening now before us were a period of expansion rather than of concentration.


The Mother: It is in the activity of each moment that we must serve Thee and identify ourselves with Thee rather than in deep and silent contemplation or in meditation, written or unwritten.  But my heart does not tire of singing a hymn to Thee and my thought is constantly ﬁlled with Thee.   T seems to me that I am being born to a new life and all the methods, the habits of the past can no longer be of any use. It seems to me that what I thought were results is nothing more than a preparation. I feel as though I have done nothing yet, as though I have not lived the spiritual life, only entered the path that leads to it, it seems to me that I know nothing, that I am incapable of formulating anything, that all experience is yet to begin.


The Mother: It is as though I were stripped of my entire past, of its errors as well as its conquests, as though all that has vanished and made room for a new-born child whose whole existence is yet to be lived, who has no Karma, no experience to learn from, but no error either which has to be set right. My head is empty of all knowledge and all certitude, but also of all vain thought. I feel that if I learn how to surrender without any resistance to this state, if I do not try to know or understand, if I consent to be completely like an ignorant and candid child, some new possibility will open before me. I know that I must now deﬁnitively give myself up and be like an absolutely blank page on which Thy thought, Thy will, O Lord, can be inscribed freely without danger of any deformation.  An immense gratitude rises from my heart, it seems to me that I have at last reached the threshold I sought so much.


The Mother: Grant, O Lord, that I may be sufﬁciently pure, impersonal, animated with Thy divine love to be able to cross it deﬁnitively.  Oh, to belong to Thee without any darkness, without any restriction!    LORD, my adoration rises ardently to Thee, all my being is an aspiration, a ﬂame consecrated to Thee.  Lord, Lord, my sweet Master, it is Thou who livest and willest in me!


The Mother: This body is Thy instrument; this will is Thy servant; this intelligence is Thy tool; and the whole being is only Thyself.   HAT kind of courage is mine that I always try to avoid the ﬁght? What kind of energy is mine, that I am instinctively frightened of the new effort to be made and try, without being aware of it, to go to sleep passively, relying upon the results of previous efforts? In order to act, I have to be compelled and my mute contemplation is partly made of laziness. . . . All this is becoming more and more clearly apparent to me.


The Mother: All that I have done till now seems to me to be nothing. The poverty and limitations of the instrument I put at Thy service, Lord, are evident to me, and I laugh a little sorrowfully at the idea that at times I could have a good opinion of my being, its efforts and their results. This threshold of the true life that I always think I have reached is like a hope bestowed upon me but never a tangible realisation; it is the toy promised to a child, the reward held out for a moment before the weak.  When shall I become a truly strong being, made entirely of courage, energy, valour and calm perseverance; when shall I have forgotten my own person completely enough to be nothing but an instrument moulded solely by the forces it has to manifest? When will my consciousness of unity be no longer tinged with any inertia; when will my feeling of divine love be no longer mixed with any weakness?


The Mother: O Lord, all thought seems dead within me, now that I have asked these questions. I search for my conscious mind and I do not ﬁnd it; I search for my individuality and  I cannot discover it anywhere; I search for my personal will and it is not there. I search for Thee, and Thou art silent. . . .  Silence, silence.


The Mother: . . .   Now I seem to hear Thy voice: “Never hast thou known how to die integrally. Always something in thee has wanted to know, to witness, to understand. Surrender completely, learn how to disappear, break the last barrier that separates thee from me; accomplish unreservedly thy act of surrender.”


The Mother: Alas, O Lord, for a long time have I wanted it, but I could not. Now wilt Thou give me the power to do so?   O Lord, my sweet eternal Master, break this resistance which ﬁlls me with anguish . . . deliver me from myself!   ORD, my thought is calm and my heart ingathered;


The Mother: I turn towards Thee with a profound devotion and a boundless trust: I know that Thy love is all-powerful and that Thy justice will reign over the earth; I know that the hour is near when the last veil will be rent and all iniquity disappear to give place to an era of peace and harmonious effort.  O Lord, with thought rapt within and the heart at peace, I approach Thee and all my being is ﬁlled with Thy divine Presence; grant that I may see Thee alone in all things and that all may be resplendent with Thy divine Light. Oh, may all hatred be appeased, all rancour effaced, all fears dispelled, all suspicions destroyed, all malevolence overcome, and in this city, in this country, upon this earth, may all hearts feel vibrating within them that sublime love, source of all transﬁguration.   O Lord, how ardently do I call and implore Thy love!


The Mother: Grant that my aspiration may be intense enough to awaken the same aspiration everywhere: oh, may goodness, justice and peace reign as supreme masters, may ignorant egoism be overcome, darkness be suddenly illuminated by Thy pure Light; may the blind see, the deaf hear, may Thy law be proclaimed in every place and, in a constantly progressive union, in an ever more perfect harmony, may all, like one single being, stretch out their arms towards Thee to identify themselves with Thee and manifest Thee upon earth .   O Lord, with thought rapt within, the heart radiant with sunshine, I give myself to Thee without reservation, and the “self” disappears in Thee!   UDDENLY the veil was rent, the horizon was disclosed — and before the clear vision my whole being threw itself at Thy feet in a great outburst of gratitude. Yet in spite of this deep and integral joy all was calm, all was peaceful with the peace of eternity.


The Mother: I seem to have no more limits; there is no longer the perception of the body, no sensations, no feelings, no thoughts — a clear, pure, tranquil immensity penetrated with love and light, ﬁlled with an unspeakable beatitude is all that is there and that alone seems now to be myself, and this “myself” is so little the former “I”, selﬁsh and limited, that I cannot tell if it is I or Thou, O Lord, sublime Master of our destinies.  It is as though all were energy, courage, force, will, inﬁnite sweetness, incomparable compassion. . . .  Even more forcibly than during these last days the past is dead and as though buried under the rays of a new life.  The last glance that I have just thrown backward as I read a few pages of this book deﬁnitely convinced me of this death, and lightened of a great weight I present myself before Thee, O my divine Master, with all the simplicity, all the nudity of a child. . . . And still the one only thing I perceive is that calm and pure immensity. . . .


The Mother: Lord, Thou hast answered my prayer, Thou hast granted me what I have asked from Thee; the “I” has disappeared, there is only a docile instrument put at Thy service, a centre of concentration and manifestation of Thy inﬁnite and eternal rays; Thou hast taken my life and  made it Thine; Thou hast taken my will and hast united it to Thine; Thou hast taken my love and identiﬁed it with Thine; Thou hast taken my thought and replaced it by Thy absolute consciousness.   The body, marvelling, bows its forehead in the dust in mute and submissive adoration.  And nothing else exists but Thou alone in the splendour of Thy immutable peace.


The Mother: VERYTHING works together to prevent me from remaining a creature of habits, and in this new state, in the midst of these circumstances, so complex and unstable, I have never before so completely lived Thy immutable peace or rather the “I” has never before disappeared so completely that Thy divine peace alone is alive there. All is beautiful, harmonious and calm, all is full of Thee.  Thou shinest in the dazzling sun, Thou art felt in the gentle passing breeze, Thou dost manifest Thyself in all hearts and live in all beings. There is not an animal, a plant that does not speak to me of Thee and Thy name is written upon everything I see.  O my sweet Lord, hast Thou at last granted that I may belong entirely to Thee and that my consciousness may be deﬁnitively united with Thine?


The Mother: What have I done to be worthy of so glorious a happiness? Nothing except to desire it, to want it with constancy — that is very little.  But, O Lord, since now it is Thy will and not mine that lives in me, Thou wilt be able to make this happiness proﬁtable to all; and its very purpose will be to enable the greatest possible number of beings to perceive Thee.  Oh, may all know Thee, love Thee, serve Thee; may all receive the supreme consecration!  O Love, divine Love, spread abroad in the world, regenerate life, enlighten the intelligence, break the barriers of egoism, scatter the obstacles of ignorance, shine resplendent as sovereign Master of the earth.


The Mother: LORD, O almighty Master, sole Reality, grant that no error, no obscurity, no fatal ignorance may creep into my heart and my thought.  In action, the personality is the inevitable and indispensable intermediary of Thy will and Thy forces.  The stronger, the more complex, powerful, individualised and conscious is the personality, the more powerfully and usefully can the instrument serve. But, by reason of the very character of personality, it easily tends to be drawn into the fatal illusion of its separate existence and become little by little a screen between Thee and that on which Thou willest to act. Not at the beginning, in the manifestation, but in the transmission of the return; that is to say, instead of being, as a faithful servant, an intermediary who brings back to Thee exactly what is Thy due — the forces sent forth in reply to Thy action, — there is a tendency in the personality to want to keep for itself a part of the forces, with this idea: “It is I who have done this or that, I who am thanked. . . . ”


The Mother: Pernicious illusion, obscure falsehood, now are you discovered and unmasked. That is the maleﬁcent canker corroding the fruit of the action, falsifying all its results.  O Lord, O my sweet Master, sole Reality, dispel this feeling of the “I”. I have now understood that so long as there will be a manifested universe, the “I” will remain necessary for Thy manifestation; to dissolve, or even to diminish or weaken the “I”, is to deprive Thee of the means of manifestation, in whole or part. But what must  be radically and deﬁnitively suppressed is the illusory thought, the illusory feeling, the illusory sensation of the separate “I”.


The Mother: At no moment, in no circumstances must we forget that our “I” has no reality outside Thee.  O my sweet Master, my divine Lord, tear out from my heart this illusion so that Thy servant may become pure and faithful and faithfully and integrally bring back to Thee all that is Thy due. In silence let me contemplate and understand this supreme ignorance and dispel it for ever. Chase the shadow from my heart, and let Thy light reign in it, its uncontested sovereign.   ESTERDAY morning the last veil was almost rent, the last stronghold of the blind and ignorant personality seemed to be on the point of yielding; for the ﬁrst time I thought I had understood what true impersonal service was, and the obstacle separating me from the integral realisation seemed very fragile to me, and on the point of disappearing deﬁnitively.


The Mother: But the necessity of my outer duties tore me away from this beneﬁcent and happy contemplation, and when I was obliged to return to the outer consciousness the veil closed again and now seems to me darker than ever. Why this fall into the inconscience of night after so great a light? . . .  O Lord, Lord, wilt Thou not then let me escape at last from ignorance and become one with Thee? Now that I have known and seen so well what the work upon the earth must be, could I not realise it? Am I then riveted to ignorance and illusion? . . .


The Mother: Why, why this night after so great and pure a light?  All my being is tense in a call of anguish!  O Lord, take pity on me!   HERE is a great difference between being in the midst of active work, of external action, while keeping one’s thought constantly ﬁxed on Thee, and entering into that perfect union with Thee which leads to what I have called “absolute Consciousness, true Omniscience, Knowledge”.


The Mother: When one acts, though with the thought ﬁxed on Thee, one is like a blind man walking on the road with a sense of direction, but knowing nothing about the path he is following and how, precisely, one must walk so as to neglect nothing. In the other case, on the contrary, there is the clear vision in full light, the utilisation of the least occasion, the plenitude of action, the maximum result. And if the ﬁrst attitude is indispensable before acquiring the other, yet at no moment must one cease working, making an effort to attain perfect communion.  But my heart is in peace, my thought free from impatience, and I entrust myself to Thy will with the smiling conﬁdence of a child.  May Thy peace reign over all.


The Mother: . . .  FTER having hoped so much, after having believed that my outer being was at last to become an instrument adapted to Thy purpose, after feeling hopeful that I would at last be delivered from this obscure and cumbersome “self”, I feel I am as far from the goal as before, as ignorant, as egoistic as I was before this great expectation. And the path stretches out once again, interminable across the ﬁelds of inconscience. The sublime door has closed again and I ﬁnd myself still on the threshold of the sanctuary without being able to enter within. But I have learnt to look at everything with a smile and a tranquil heart.


The Mother: I ask only this of Thee, O my divine Master, not to let me make any mistakes; even if the instrument is still condemned for a time to unconsciousness, grant that it may let itself be guided faithfully and docilely by Thy divine law.  I bow to Thee, O Lord, with a deep and pure devotion.  Oh! be the sovereign Master of all hearts.   LL rules have vanished, the regularity of the discipline is gone, all effort has ceased; not by my own will nor, I believe, through negligence, but because circumstances are working together to bring this about. It seems that this inner will, always alert, like a steersman holding the rudder, has evaporated or fallen asleep, and my being is only something peacefully surrendered which lets itself be carried along by the stream.


The Mother: Till now, it seems to me, the course has always been in a straight line, and I would keep the hope that it is Thou, O Lord, who guidest the stream; but surely if I have erred at times through too great a rigidity, a lack of suppleness and spontaneity, it could very well be that now I err through the opposite excess. I have come to accept peacefully the state I am in and to tell myself that Thou wilt bestow upon me the true Consciousness, the absolute Consciousness when Thou thinkest it best.  I look at all this changing world as a game unfolding itself, and I take part in this game with the same energy and conviction with which I would if I believed it real and important. All this is very new. But what is certain is that never before were my mind and heart in so complete a repose.


The Mother: What will come out of that, I do not know. But I trust in Thee, O Lord; Thou knowest the best way of using and developing Thy instrument. . . .   HOU art the Master of the world; Thy law unfolds before us with precision, and as I thought or rather as Thou didst make me understand it before we left Paris, it is the best — what could best serve Thy work in the world — that has happened.  In beatitude I communed with Thy puissance dominating over darkness and error, shining like a marvellous and eternal dawn above the mud of hypocritical force and its apparent success. Everything has been brought to light, we have taken one more step towards the full light of sincerity, and this full light will be the ﬁrst stage of Thy reign upon earth.


The Mother: O Thou inconceivable splendour, Thou conqueror of all ignorance, victor over all egoism, Thou who dost illumine all hearts and enlighten all minds, Thou who art Knowledge and Love and Being, let me live constantly in the consciousness of Thy unity, let me always conform to Thy Will.  With reverent and silent devotion I bow to Thee as the sovereign Lord of the world.   EYOND all human conceptions, even the most marvellous, beyond all human feelings, even the most sublime, beyond the most magniﬁcent aspirations and the purest ﬂights, beyond Love, Knowledge and the Oneness of Being, I would enter into constant communion with Thee, O Lord. Free from all shackles I shall be Thyself; it will be Thou who wilt see the world through this body; it will be Thou who wilt act in the world through this instrument.


The Mother: In me is the calm serenity of perfect certitude.    DIVINE Love, supreme Knowledge, perfect Oneness, at every moment of the day I call to Thee so as to be nothing but Thou alone!  May this instrument serve Thee, conscious of being an instrument, and may all my consciousness, merged in Thine, contemplate all things with Thy divine vision.   O Lord, Lord, grant that Thy sovereign Power may manifest; grant that Thy work may be accomplished and Thy servitor be consecrated solely to Thy service.


The Mother: May the “I” disappear for evermore, may only the instrument remain.   O be merged both in Thee and in Thy work . . . to be no longer a limited individuality . . . to become the inﬁnitude of Thy forces manifesting through one point . . .  to be freed from all shackles and all limitations . . . to rise above all restrictive thought . . . to act while remaining outside the action . . . to act with and for individuals while seeing only Oneness, the Oneness of Thy Love, Thy Knowledge, Thy Being . . .


The Mother: O my divine Master, eternal Teacher, Sole Reality, dispel all darkness in this aggregate Thou hast formed for Thy service, Thy manifestation in the world. Realise in it that supreme consciousness which will awaken the same consciousness everywhere.   Oh, no longer to see appearances which incessantly change; always to contemplate in everything and everywhere only Thy immutable Oneness!  O Lord, all my being cries to Thee in an irresistible call; wilt Thou not grant that I may become Thyself in my integral consciousness, since in truth I am Thou and Thou art I?


The Mother: UST at the moment when I was feeling the imperious need of resuming these notes regularly so as to come out of this overwhelming mental inertia, my physical organism suffered a defeat such as it had not known for several years and during a few days all the forces of my body failed me ; I saw in this a sign that I had made a mistake, that my spiritual energy had weakened, my vision of the omnipotent Oneness had been clouded, that some wrong suggestion had managed to disturb me in some way, and I bowed down before Thee, O Lord, my sweet Master, with humility, conscious that I was not yet ready for a perfect identiﬁcation with Thee. Something in this aggregate which constitutes the instrument I can put at Thy service is still obscure and obtuse; something does not respond as it should to Thy forces, deforms and darkens their manifestation. . . .


The Mother: A great problem came up before me and illness covered it with its veil and prevented me from solving it.  Now that I am living once more in the feeling of Thy Oneness, the problem no longer seems to have any sense and I do not understand it very well any more.  It seems to me I have left something far behind me, it seems to me that I am slowly awakening to a new life. I would it were not an illusion and this deep and smiling peace had returned forever.  O my divine Master, my love aspires to Thee more intensely than ever; let me be Thy living Love in the world and nothing but that!


The Mother: May all egoism, all limitation, all  darkness disappear; may my consciousness be identiﬁed with Thine so that Thou alone mayst be the will acting through this fragile and transient instrument.  O my sweet Master, how ardently my love aspires to Thee. . . .  Grant that I may be nothing but Thy Divine Love and that in every being this Love may awake, powerful and victorious.   Let me be a vast mantle of love enveloping all the earth, entering all hearts, murmuring in every ear Thy divine message of hope and peace.


The Mother: O my divine Master, how ardently I aspire for Thee!  Break these chains of darkness and error; dispel this ignorance, liberate, liberate me, make me see Thy light. . . .  Break, break these chains. . . . I want to understand and I want to be. That is to say, this “I” must be Thy “I” and there must be only one single “I” in the world.


The Mother: O Lord, grant my prayer, my supplication rises ardently to Thee.   T is Thy sweet joy, O Lord, that ﬁlls my heart; it is Thy silent peace that reigns over my mind. All is repose, force, concentration, light and serenity; and all this is without any limit, without any division; is it only the earth or rather the whole universe that lives in me, I do not know; but it is Thou, O Lord, who dwellest in this consciousness and givest it life; it is Thou who seest, knowest, actest. It is Thou alone whom I see everywhere, or rather there is no longer any “I”, all is one and this Oneness is Thou.