The Mother: Your argument seems right, but since its starting-point is wrong it no longer holds. Reread what I have written, carefully and  several times if necessary; ponder every word so that you  what I am saying and nothing else.   Always the same mistake — you think that I judge by what people tell me!


The Mother: Whenever I am confronted with a fact, either directly or indirectly, I look and judge for myself without the intervention of anyone’s opinion.      As a general rule, it is better not to repeat to someone what someone else has said, for there is always a risk of creating confusion and increasing the difﬁculties.


The Mother:   The main door of your being is open, but certain other doors are still not open. You must open them all, for I am there and I am waiting.


The Mother: With my blessings.    X has just written that he has recognised his mistake in having given up the work and that he will return to work this morning.  So you should behave as if nothing had happened and welcome him back. I hope that Y too will not make any unnecessary remarks.


The Mother:   I am not at all displeased. But what a strange idea to let yourself be upset by such little things! What about the Yoga?  You must shake all that off and return to a better state of consciousness.


The Mother: Blessings.    It is a pity! Perhaps you are a bit tired. I hope you are sleeping well.


The Mother: I would like you to go to bed earlier. Is all this work after meditation (discussions, accounts, etc.) really indispensable? To keep one’s self-control, one needs to have time enough to rest, enter into oneself and ﬁnd calm and quiet.     Once and for all, wash away the feeling that you are “superior” to others — for no one is superior or inferior before the Divine.


The Mother:   I know nothing about the matter. X has not written to me.  But one thing is certain: you give to the way people treat you.


The Mother: This hypersensitivity is the cause of most of the misunderstandings.    I am afraid it is a lack of afﬁnity in the vital and even in the  mind. These things are very difﬁcult to overcome, for it requires that both of you open yourselves to a higher consciousness. This needs time and a continuous effort of sadhana from both of you.


The Mother: In the present conditions I think it would be better not to persist in your attempt at friendly relations with him, for it only increases his sense of importance.  As for the need to exchange your views and opinions about the work, I am still not convinced of it. My impression is that one always says far more than is necessary and that it is not with words that good work gets done.  In any event, calm and patience are absolutely necessary — and you ought to have them since my blessings are with you.


The Mother:   A year of silence and expectation... let us ﬁnd, O Lord, our entire support in Thy Grace alone.


The Mother: ( ) The disease: a narrow and egoistic ambition in the mind expressing itself as a strong in the vital, thus distorting your ideas of things and your reactions.  : surrender all that to “Sweet Mother” completely and deﬁnitively.   With my loving solicitude and my blessings.


The Mother:  I am happy that you have seen the light, but it doesn’t surprise me; I was sure that one day you would understand.   Let the light of a luminous consciousness enter into you; widen yourself into that vast consciousness so that every shadow may disappear for ever.   With my blessings.


The Mother:   It is very good, my child; I was quite sure that it would end this way, for I know the goodness of your heart.  My blessings are with you.      My dear little smile, You must not lose patience or courage; everything will turn out all right.  The condition you were in while embroidering the “Silence” ﬂower cannot return as it was before, for in this world things never repeat themselves in exactly the same way — everything changes and progresses.


The Mother: But the state of mental peace you have known is nothing compared to the one — much deeper and completer — which you will come to know.  You must keep your aspiration intact and your will to conquer all obstacles; you must have an unshakable faith in the divine grace and the sure victory.  Sri Aurobindo is working for your transformation — how can there be doubt that he will triumph!  With all my love.


The Mother:   I simply meant to say that you were happy and conﬁdent as a child or an animal is conﬁdent and happy.  Now you must learn to be happy and conﬁdent while knowing  why and understanding the deeper cause of your happiness and conﬁdence.    My little smile, For your smile to become truly “eternal”, you must learn to speak to me as freely when you are near me as when you are in your room.


The Mother: Also it would be better not to get angry, and if it happens, it is better to forget your anger quickly; and if that isn’t possible, then you must tell me very simply what has happened so that I may remove the anger from the consciousness of my “little smile” and give her back the joy and peace I want her always to have.   With my most affectionate blessings.


The Mother: I have seen the sari embroidered by my little smile and I ﬁnd it , completely successful.  You should not listen to the criticism of people without taste or sufﬁcient education.   Lovingly.


The Mother:  I accept the rupee and send to my dear little child, along with my blessings, my congratulations for the manner in which she has passed her French test.   Affectionately.    My little smile, I am very glad that you have written; I am sure that you are feeling much better now.  Do not attach too much importance to all these things; they are the imaginations of a child who knows nothing of life, of its misery and ugliness.


The Mother: For life is not as it is portrayed in novels; day-to-day existence is full of sufferings great and small, and it is only by identiﬁcation with the Divine Consciousness that one can attain and preserve the true unchanging happiness.   Keep your conﬁdence and your faith, my little smile, and everything will be all right.  With all my love.


The Mother: My dear little smile, It is very simple, as you will see.  1) The Inﬁnite is the inexhaustible storehouse of forces. The individual is a battery, a storage cell which runs down after use.  Consecration is the wire that connects the individual battery to the inﬁnite reserve of forces.


The Mother: Or 2) The Inﬁnite is the river that ﬂows without cease; the individual is the little pond that dries up slowly in the sun.  Consecration is the canal that connects the river to the pond and prevents the pond from drying up.   With these two images, I think you will understand.  Tender love.


The Mother: The dullness comes from “tamas”; imaginative activity was shaking off the tamas and thus ridding you of the dullness.  But this is not the only way to get rid of it. Opening to the Light and Consciousness from above and allowing them to replace the tamas in the external consciousness, is a much better and surer way.


The Mother: The mind always runs about like a madman. The ﬁrst step is to detach from it and let it run by itself . Then it ﬁnds this less enjoyable and after some time it becomes quieter.    It is good to observe yourself in order to see your weaknesses and be able to correct them.


The Mother: My little smile, Your reply to the doctor was very good and you are perfectly right. One should never talk about others — it is always useless — and least of all about their difﬁculties; it is uncharitable because it does not help them to overcome the difﬁculties. As for doctors, the rule is that they should not talk about their patients, and the doctor ought to know better. I hope you are not frightened by what happened to Y. Remain very calm, very quiet, and everything will be all right.


The Mother:     me  You must not exaggerate. Certainly there are movements of vanity — rather childish besides — but they are not the only ones.


The Mother: I am quite sure that while you were listening to the music, you could also feel the pure and simple joy of the music for its own sake, and that when you are near me, you also feel the simple and sincere joy of a child near to its mother.  The nature is complex, and always the true and the false, the good and the bad are mixed together. It is very useful to see one’s faults and weaknesses clearly, but one should not see only them, for that too would be one-sided. One should also be aware of what is good and true in the nature and give it all one’s attention, so that this good and true side can grow and ultimately absorb the rest and transform the nature.


The Mother: No, my child, I was not “serious” and I smiled at you as usual ; it was you who had such a sad little face and it is probably your own sadness that you saw reﬂected in my eyes. I know life too well for your confessions to make me “serious”. Besides, your confessions are not so terrible as all that, no matter what you may think of them. And as soon as you tell me all the things that are troubling you, you will see that they have disappeared and you will feel free and happy.


The Mother: Keep your smile, little child; it is this that gives you your strength.      My dear little child, You must not accept depression, never, and still less these suggestions, so stupid and false, that I could ask you to go away!  How can you dream of such a thing?


The Mother: You are at home here — are you not my little daughter? — and you will always have a place by my side, in my love and protection.   It is not so terrible — the mind likes to be busy with something always, and making up stories (even when one knows that these stories are not true) is one of the most innocent pursuits of this restless mind. Of course, it must become calm and quiet some day in order to receive the light from above; but in the meantime, you may surely tell me all these stories. I ﬁnd them more amusing than silly and they interest me. So don’t say: I won’t tell Mother this or that, but rather say: I shall tell her everything quite frankly.


The Mother:    My child, I am going to reveal something that you will try to understand: you are dissatisﬁed not because I fail to give you all that you need, but because  by giving yourself more, and you will see that all discontentment will disappear.     I don’t understand what you mean.


The Mother: My help is always with you, as complete as it can be; it is up to you to open yourself and receive it. And it is certainly not by being rebellious and discontented that you will be able to do so.     You don’t need to have a strong will — you have only to use mine.


The Mother: Be careful, child, do not open the door to depression, discouragement and revolt — this leads far, far away from consciousness and makes you sink into the depths of obscurity  where happiness can no longer enter. Your great strength was your smile; because you knew how to smile at life, you also knew how to work with courage and steadiness, and in this you were exceptional. But you have followed the example of other people, you have learned from them to be discontented, rebellious, depressed, and now you have let your smile slip away, and with it your faith and conﬁdence in me; in this condition, if all the divine forces were to concentrate on you, it would be in vain — you would refuse to receive them.  There is only one remedy, and you must lose no time in accepting it: recover your smile, regain your faith, become once more the conﬁdent child you were, do not brood over your faults and difﬁculties — it is your smile that will chase them away.


The Mother:  In your sleep you are becoming conscious of the noises that the mechanical thoughts of the most material mind make in their own domain.    There is an advantage in looking back after some time at what one has done; for at a distance, removed from the action, one sees more clearly and better understands what ought or ought not to have been done.     Once again, do not worry; what should disappear will disappear; only what is good will remain.


The Mother:   Why this discouragement? Each one has his difﬁculties, yours  are no more insurmountable than those of others. You have only to remain conﬁdent and cheerful.


The Mother: I am not angry because what you write here means nothing — I pity you, that’s all. Did I tell you that it would disappear immediately,, especially if you yourself are more inclined to keep it than to reject it?      It is your self-esteem and vanity that are in an exasperated state and prevent you from seeing affection where it is present.


The Mother:   Only Sri Aurobindo knows what you write to me.     the worst   It is not enough to them, you must them to disappear.


The Mother:   And yet it is quite natural; how can you not be sad when you turn your back on your soul, and that simply out of pride!


The Mother: With all my will I want to save you, but you must allow me to do so.    I don’t think you are naughty and I know you are my child.    In the psychological domain, only the patients who do not want to recover, do not recover. Perhaps it is the same for physical diseases?


The Mother:    Psychological diseases are diseases of the thoughts and feelings, such as depression, revolt, sadness, etc. Physical diseases are those of the body.


The Mother:   I understand absolutely nothing of what you mean to say. You  that I like to see you suffer; but this is so absurd that I cannot believe it is what you.  When with all my will I am working for the disappearance of suffering from the world, how could I want, much less like, one of my children to suffer!


The Mother: It would be monstrous.     There are thieves in the subtle world just as in the outer world.  But you must close to them the doors of your thoughts and feelings as carefully as a prudent man bolts the doors of his house.  These suggestions of sadness, despair and suicide come from them (the thieves of the vital world), because it is when you are depressed that they are best able to rob you.


The Mother: You must not listen to them — you must reject the wicked suggestions and become yourself once again, that is to say, my “little smile”.     I did not mean anything by not writing “my child” on the little note I sent you this afternoon. I was in a big hurry and I wrote as few words as possible.


The Mother: Of course I miss the time  when you were truly the, spontaneously and effortlessly, when you felt satisﬁed with your work, happy to be near me, and trusting and simple enough not to put a false interpretation on all I do. Who has poured this poison of doubt and dissatisfaction into your heart? Who has taken away at once your happiness, your simple joy of life and your beautiful smile which was a pleasure to see? I don’t ask the question in order to get an answer from you, for I think that I know it; it is only so you may understand that I don’t hold you responsible for this change.  Now there is only one way open, the way of progress — since it is impossible to go backward, you must go forward and what was merely must now become and .


The Mother: And never doubt my affection, which is always with you to help you make this indispensable progress.    My little smile, When you have nothing else to tell me, tell me at what time you got up — (like this, for example: this morning I woke up at such and such a time after having slept for so many hours; I  got up, washed and dressed, then I ate my breakfast and started working at such and such a time, etc. etc.). You can tell me all the people you met and whom you spoke to, what you told them, etc. It will be a very good exercise in French and at the same time will create a further intimacy between us.


The Mother:   Well, it is a success! It is a good account with hardly any mistakes, and I am glad to know exactly how you spent your day.  It will be good to continue like this.


The Mother:   Why not, my little smile? You can learn to say the same things in different ways; this is an excellent exercise to learn how to write and mould your style. It seems that at the moment  you are practising calligraphy! Who has taught you to write so beautifully?


The Mother: Your affectionate Mother.    That is quite a big word! It is said that hate is the reverse of love; at any rate it is a dangerous sentiment which leaves you always at the mercy of the one you hate: to hate means that you are still attached; the true attitude is one of complete indifference.


The Mother:  If I give you such a big frame, we shall have to build a room to ﬁt the frame in!    You are a beautiful and skilful worker, my little smile, and I am proud of you and your work, which is so lovely. I see that you have written without making a single mistake!


The Mother: This is good, my little smile; balance of the being is based upon regular work.     Did you notice the date today — 3.3.33?


The Mother: Do you know that this happens only once in eleven years?  Eleven years ago, in 1922, in the month of February, it was possible to write 2.2.22 and eleven years from now, in the month of April, it will be possible to write 4.4.44, and so on. It is interesting, isn’t it?    No, all that is only the manifestation of a universal harmony which lies, as it were, at the very heart of creation. But the supramental beauty is something much higher and more perfect; it is a beauty untainted by any ugliness and it does not need the proximity of ugliness in order to look beautiful.


The Mother: When the supramental forces descend into Matter in order to manifest, this perfect beauty will express itself quite naturally and spontaneously in all forms.    I am very happy when I wear your saris, but I also wish to keep them as carefully as one keeps works of art, and that is why I do not wear them very often.    If you put “Divine” instead of “supramental”, does that make it clearer to you?


The Mother: It means the consciousness that is not ﬁlled with the activities and inﬂuences of ordinary life, but is concentrated in an aspiration towards the divine light, force, knowledge, joy.  Now do you understand?    They are absolutely charming! It is impossible to say which is the original and which the copy, and it may very well be that the copy is even more beautiful than the original. You saw that I was wearing the gown this evening when I went for a walk on the terrace.


The Mother:   Don’t you think it would be a good idea for you to take a little rest? That is, either take a full day’s rest or else work two hours less each day.


The Mother: Then use Cou´e’s method and repeat, “I am not tired, I cannot be tired because I am protected!”    Little smile, you must not go on working to the point of fatigue.


The Mother: You are right; nothing is better than to realise our most beautiful dreams and nothing makes us stronger and happier!    This is worth far more than a “bravo”! This morning I was literally ﬁlled with admiration. It is magniﬁcent — the birds are so beautiful and so very alive; I found their little heads with the  lovely little silver crests very beautiful, far more beautiful than in the original drawing.


The Mother: The little diamonds are also very ﬁne, and in silver on the sari they will be magniﬁcent. Where did you do the ironing? It is good that you are learning.    I am very pleased that you have learned to do this too.


The Mother: What do you mean by “all day”? I hope it is not more than nine hours, because that was already a long stretch and ought not to be increased.     You must wash your eye with thrice a day and do less embroidery for two or three days.


The Mother: Do just as I tell you and remember that your work depends almost entirely on your eyes. If your eyes were to get spoiled in any way, it would be the end of your beautiful embroideries! When you have pain, close your eyes for a few minutes and cover them with the palms of your hands (without pressing). You will ﬁnd this very restful.    The trouble one takes like this for someone is.


The Mother: The result may not appear immediately, but one day or another a disinterested action bears its fruit.   You must not get into the habit of going to bed late like that.  It is not good — you will quickly spoil your eyesight, and that would be the end of your beautiful embroideries. The nerves also get tired and then one no longer has the sure hand or the precise movement, one loses one’s patience and calm and the work one does is no longer neat and trim; everything becomes an approximation and one has to give up all hope of achieving any kind of perfection. I don’t think this is the result you want to obtain!


The Mother:   I think you must have been proud today to see your sari — it is truly regal; and as for me, I was proud of my little smile and her beautiful work!     You are very hardworking and painstaking, and if you have nothing to tell me except news of your work, I have to tell you of all my affection for my dear little smile.


The Mother:    It is rather tiresome for you, my dear little smile! But it is an exact image of life, where one must constantly undo what has been done in order to redo it better.    It is a work of art.


The Mother: It is simply. I feel as if I were .


The Mother: Just a word is enough to keep the contact, and when you have something interesting to tell me, you must do so.      As you like, my little smile; I am very busy, it is true, but I could have managed to give you a few minutes.


The Mother: It is nice of you to think of not increasing my work unnecessarily; there are not many like you.     You did quite the right thing!  A great promise came from above for you yesterday, the promise that you will be delivered from all your difﬁculties and that your mind will become luminously peaceful and your heart quietly content. Did you feel anything?


The Mother:   Do not torment yourself, my little smile; all this has come to teach you that on these occasions, after having had the joy of receiving Sri Aurobindo’s blessing, it is better to remain concentrated and to keep one’s joy locked inside oneself rather than to throw it out by mixing and talking with others. The experiences  we talk about evaporate and we lose the beneﬁt they could have brought us.


The Mother: Poor little X has become very sad... Are you so serious with her?


The Mother: It is very good to remain silent and concentrated in your aspiration; and I am sure that if you keep a deep affection for X in your heart, she will feel it and will no longer be sad. But, of course, if you feel you can explain to her kindly what is happening in you, it will be very good.    You must not worry — it does not help towards the realisation of the promises; and also you must be patient. In this physical world, things take time to get realised.


The Mother:   Don’t you believe that when one is a child of the Mother, one is at the same time a child of Sri Aurobindo, and viceversa?    That is enough; all I ask is that we exchange a little every day. When you have something special or important or interesting to write to me, you will write.


The Mother: Tender love.    You are a courageous and energetic child.  Tender love.   “Aristocracy of beauty”. It is a noble ﬂower which stands upright on its stalk.


The Mother: Its form has been stylised in the ﬂeur-de-lis, emblem of the kings of France.   All my affection for my hardworking little smile.


The Mother: What can I say? — that I am always with you in your work and your rest, your sleep and your waking.  Affectionately.


The Mother:   I didn’t notice it, so it can’t be anything much. That is probably why you looked so grave at Pranam this morning. You should not torment yourself over such little things.  Tender love.


The Mother:   I shall always be with you, my dear little child, in the struggle and in the victory.     Then the work must be proceeding very fast.


The Mother: You have a marvellous capacity for work, my dear little child.     My dear little child, why were you weeping so much this morning at Pranam? I was so sorry I could not comfort you.


The Mother: Won’t you tell me about your sorrow so that I may remove it if possible?  You know that all my love is always with you as well as my best will to help you out of your difﬁculties.    Not, poor little one, only a little sad, and that distresses me, for I would like to see you always full of light and joy.


The Mother: What you have written here is very beautiful and it is also very true. The beautiful things are far stronger than the ugly ones and they will surely win the victory. I am with you always, in the struggle and in the.    That is not true; each has its own particular beauty and style.


The Mother: The bird-of-paradise is a sari.  I cannot say whether it is beautiful or not. Each of the embroidered saris has its own beauty; but it is true that this blouse is very beautiful.


The Mother: I assure you that I do not deliberately give blows.    Certain conditions in us (and pride is one of them) automatically invite blows from the surrounding circumstances. And it is up to us to utilise these blows to make further progress.  You are right in wanting all this pettiness and stupidity to disappear. I am fully with you in this determination and I am sure that you will triumph.


The Mother:   I hope that this new month will bring you the realisation you desire: a happy calm, an invariable peace, a luminous silence.  Such is my wish and my blessing.


The Mother:   You will not have to go far to seize me, for I am already in your heart and as soon as your eyes are opened you will see me there; turn your faculty of feeling inward instead of letting it project  outward, and you will feel my presence as concretely (even more so) as you feel the cold and the heat.    I am speaking of your inner eyes, not the physical ones.


The Mother:   I mean that instead of living in the perceptions of the senseorgans, which are exclusively occupied with outward things, you should concentrate in the inner being, which has a life independent of the senses (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch).     Poor little one, I very gladly take you on my lap and cradle you to my heart to soothe this heavy sorrow which has no cause and to quell this great revolt which has no reason.


The Mother: Let me take you in my arms, bathe you in my love and wipe away even the  memory of this unfortunate incident. I kept the letter to show it to Sri Aurobindo along with your letter of this morning. I am returning it to you in this notebook.    No, my dear child, I am sure I didn’t tell you that you wanted to hide something from me.


The Mother: When you started crying under the pressure I was putting on you in meditation to calm the restlessness of your mind and vital, I thought that it might relieve you to tell me the cause of your sorrow, and when you didn’t reply, I simply asked whether you wanted to speak, so as not to insist unnecessarily. You were mistaken if you thought I was showing displeasure.  Unfortunately, for some time now you have closed up inside yourself, and that is why I cannot help you as much as I would like to.  Affectionately.


The Mother: My dear child, this is certainly a most unexpected way of interpreting this vision. I hadn’t given it that meaning at all. The images in these visions are always symbolic and should be taken as such.  The rocks represent the material nature, hard and inﬂexible yet concealing in itself the stream of life. Because of the resistance of matter, this stream of life is freed only with difﬁculty and can hardly emerge into the light.


The Mother: But with a little concentration and insistence, the resistance of matter lessens and the life-forces are freed. This image applies to almost everyone, but in this case it concerned you because you were present, and I took it as a promise that your difﬁculties would give way and that you  would soon be able to emerge into a luminous, free and happy consciousness.   With my love.


The Mother:   My dear child, I didn’t reply at once because I wanted to see the cloth ﬁrst. There are irregularities, of course, but it seems to me that they can be put right.  I don’t think it would be good to dye it again. It would become too dark.


The Mother: But we can take the irregularities as  and underline them with a ﬁne gold thread; then it will look as if it were done deliberately and it will be even lovelier.  Next time I see you, I shall show you exactly what I mean. Don’t worry, it will be quite all right. You may start your work right away.    You can ask X if he would like to draw the dragons for you.


The Mother:   You are my little child and you will always be my little child — that is a sure fact.  But when little children prove to be unreasonable, it is very difﬁcult to reason with them. Now if you want me to tell you what I think, it is this: Y has taken a lot of trouble and made a very beautiful drawing, a beautiful piece of cloth has been purchased at a cost of Rs. 30, you and Z have taken a great deal of trouble to dye it, and I tell you that I have found a way of utilising the irregularities of the dyeing to make a sari far more beautiful than we had thought, and yet without considering you write in a ﬁt of bad temper: “I don’t want to do this sari any more, I will do another one.”


The Mother: Naturally I thought that now I would have to ask X to go to the trouble of making another drawing, and if by chance another difﬁculty crops up, this little child may once again say: “I am disappointed, I don’t want to do this sari,” and X will have worked for nothing. That is why I told you to ask him for the drawing yourself. He has just today sent me the design of the crown with ﬁshes. It is very, very pretty.  And if you want my opinion, I suggest that you ﬁrst take up the crown — it will set you going on the sari itself; and you will see that everything will be all right, completely all right.


The Mother: I am sending you the design of the crown.  With my love.    My dear little smile, You must not be afraid. If you see something that frightens you or you have an unpleasant feeling, you must call me and the thing will disappear. When you are awake, surely you are not afraid of an approaching thunder-cloud; why should it frighten you at night?


The Mother: Put yourself in my arms without fear and be sure that nothing can harm you. My force and my protection are always with you.  With my tender love.


The Mother: My dear little smile, You are absolutely right, and I don’t see why, instead of reading interesting things, you should start doing boring exercises.  To learn a language one must read, read, read — and talk as much as one can.   With all my love.


The Mother:  My dear little smile, You have described your condition very well and since you are so conscious of it, I feel that soon you will be able to master it.  It goes without saying that our help is always with you to bring you peace and silence, and it is absolutely certain that peace and silence will be established in you some day never to leave you again.  Very affectionately.     My dear little smile, You are quite right.


The Mother: I much prefer a beautiful embroidered sari to a lace gown. It is not a question of number or of need.  For years I was perfectly satisﬁed with two saris a year — but I am proud of the beautiful things my dear children make for me and I wear them with affection and joy.  My blessings and my love are always with you.


The Mother:  My dear little smile, I know of only one way: to give oneself — a complete consecration to the Divine. The more one gives oneself, the more one opens; the more one opens, the more one receives; and in the intimacy of this self-giving one can become conscious of the inner Presence and the joy it brings.  Tender love from your mother.     You have already had this experience of peace and silent joy; you know what it is and it is sure to come back stronger and steadier.


The Mother: Remain conﬁdent, do not torment yourself — in this way you will hasten its coming.  Tender love from your mother.     My dear little child, Are you aware of any cause for this change?


The Mother: Surely there is one. Besides, these days when the Ashram is full of visitors, there is a great confusion which often brings a clouding of the consciousness. You must not let this upset you too much, but simply aspire with calm and perseverance for the light to reappear. My love is always with you to help you go through this bad moment.  Affectionately.


The Mother:    Yes, my dear little child, you have indeed found the cause; and weren’t you a little annoyed that I didn’t wear your embroidered saris all these days? It is certainly not because I dislike wearing them — quite the contrary. But they are rather heavy and warm and I prefer to keep them for wearing between November and January — at that time there are many visitors because of the vacations and I shall then wear the embroidered saris with the greatest pleasure since the season is a bit cooler.  It is true that you must get rid of these ignorant and petty movements; but at the same time, you may be sure that I appreciate and love your work immensely.


The Mother: I have great admiration for your embroidery, and for you, great love.  Your mother.    My little “Eternal Smile” Must go on smiling, smiling still more when the difﬁculties come. Smiles are like rays of the sun, they dissolve the clouds...


The Mother: And if you want the radical remedy it lies in this: , be absolutely frank; tell me fully all that is going on in you, and soon the cure will come, a complete and happy cure.   To my little smile very affectionately.    My child, Don’t pretend to be silly when you are not.


The Mother: Not only was I not angry, but I had not the slightest intention of looking angry.   I only looked straight into your soul, trying to reestablish the connection between it and your exterior consciousness. And I took your laughter for a sign of conversion!  Beware of false pride — it leads only to ruin. And do not belittle the Divine’s love, because without it nothing is worth living for.


The Mother: I know that you are too sensible and sensitive to ignore this truth.  Always lovingly.    Bonne Fˆete!  To [my little smile] whose precious help prevents my feet from being hurt by the stones on the way.


The Mother: With my love and blessings that her aspiration may be realised this year.     I thought they have strongly refused to have the ropes put upon them. The ropes may not be tight, but most probably they will spoil the nose of the bullocks. There again it seems to me that it is a matter of training.


The Mother:  How can you speak of that! Do you know how the cart-men here their bullocks in a few months or in even less time?    Tomorrow is a holiday. The day after, these repairs can be made to the cart.  As there will be a tomorrow in town, you will have to be when taking to and bringing back the bullocks from the Agricultural Garden.


The Mother:  The bullocks seem to like this man and this is the most important point.  For cleanliness it is a matter of supervision.    No wonder that Ojas gave some trouble.


The Mother: These bullocks are quite intelligent enough to feel the change of people. This new man is not an expert and moreover he has something of a brute around him. You will have to look carefully after him, for I do not like his way of dealing with the bullocks.  I object strongly to his way of twisting the tails of the beasts.  If somebody twisted one of his limbs like that, what would he say?


The Mother: And I am pretty sure that our bullocks are more sensitive than he is.     I have watched the thing from the roof, and saw with the inner sight also. There is absolutely no doubt about what is happening and once more I shall try to make you understand it.  .


The Mother: On the contrary, they are very good and peaceful creatures, but very sensitive — unusually sensitive perhaps — (of this I am not sure as I have not followed other bullocks so closely). The truth is that they dislike and distrust the present driver, and. When they were working under the previous one they were happy and cheerful and worked well. Since this one is driving them they are sad and dejected and work reluctantly. I see no solution but to change the man and to ﬁnd a better one.


The Mother: The proposal to frighten them in order to master them is unacceptable. Some kind of submission can thus be obtained perhaps, but of the worst kind. The beasts lose more and more conﬁdence and joy and peace and ﬁnally their strength and even their health goes.  What is the use of being a sadhak if, as soon as we act, we act like the ignorant ordinary man?  I can tell you this to ﬁnish with the subject, that from the roof I concentrated the power on the bullocks ordering them to yield and obey and I found them.


The Mother: To use a , that is the way, the only true way and worthy of an aspirant for Divine Life.  I hope that this time I have made myself clear.    It seems to me that, at least for a time, it would be better not to try to turn out much work every day, as Ojas may truly need rest.  I do not ﬁnd the new man better than the previous one


The Mother: . He is far too nervous and restless. If he could be a little more quiet and peaceful in dealing with the bullocks they would surely work much more willingly.    I think that Chakki work is very disgusting for the bullocks; it brings down their vitality because of that, and makes them become old very soon. That is why I do not wish them to be given that work.


The Mother:   Yes, the necklace is nice, you can put it on; but no painting of the horns; it is so ugly! And I think you must be careful not to take out Ra in the street that day as usually children run after the calves and frighten them very much; they even hurt them sometimes.


The Mother:  Is not 19 trips too much for the bullocks? It seems to me that they are not getting much rest.     What is this?


The Mother: If the cart-man made a mistake or misbehaved with the bullocks, I and will tolerate none of .    I do not see what a chess problem has to do either with work or with sadhana. Is X here to solve chess problems? He could do it just as well elsewhere.


The Mother:   If truly he does it, it is brutal and stupid; apart from spoiling her head, which is bad enough, he will make her vindictive and violent which is worse.    I ﬁnd Tej. He is certainly ill and needs some close attention.


The Mother: I would like to know from the doctor if it would not be good for Tej to let him move freely in a pasture for some time, so that he may have air, sun and movement without doing work. This question must be put clearly to the doctor asking for  a precise answer. It is well known now, that there is no better cure for illnesses, whatever they are, than and.


The Mother: All this is absolutely forbidden by the Municipal rules, and if any of these things were done by us it was a and I intend that it.     Certainly not.


The Mother:  , he is very rude and a boy who can almost willingly hurt a dog is likely to do the same with the cow and calf.  This boy has been dismissed by and will not be given work in the Ashram.  .     Always do with pleasure the work you have to do.


The Mother: Work done with joy is work done well.   When you have a desire you are governed by the thing you desire; it takes possession of your mind and your life, and you become a slave. If you have greed for food you are no longer the master of food, it is the food that masters you.   All these feelings — this uneasiness, this tiredness, these impressions of broken progress — come from the vital, which rebels  because its desires and preferences are not satisﬁed. All that has no true reality.


The Mother:   Think of something else. Keep yourself busy; don’t remain idle, doing nothing.   I am always with you, my child, so it is not only possible but quite easy to feel my presence constantly.


The Mother: With love and blessings.    Why this question? You have done nothing wrong and I am not in the least displeased with you.


The Mother: Did I look very serious tonight? If it is so, it was because I was thinking of the stupidity  and blindness of this poor world, but there was surely nothing concerning you.   With love and blessings.


The Mother:   That is and I am. Yes, I am always with you and even more specially when you are working on your painting and music. Are you aware that you are making a great deal of progress? I like the envelopes that  very much, and that is one more proof that we are doing them together, because they are nearly always just as I thought they should be.


The Mother: The small one you sent this morning is very ﬁne and the choice of colours is excellent.  Affectionately.  Your little mother.    Yes, I am taking you into my arms and cradling you to my heart so that you may have true happiness and unalloyed peace.


The Mother: Love from your little mother who is always with you.    Peace be with you, my child, the peace of Certitude and of conﬁdence in my love which never leaves you.  Your mother.    You should not speak to others about what I write or say to you, because they become jealous and their jealousy creates a bad atmosphere which falls back on you and brings back the difﬁculty to you; because you spoke, you opened yourself and received it, perhaps without even being aware of it.


The Mother: Love from your mother.    Yes, my dear child, it is entirely possible and since you want it sincerely, it will come to be so. You will feel yourself always  close to my heart, cradled in my arms, and Peace will ﬁll your being and make you strong and joyful.  Love from your mother.


The Mother:  Do not distress yourself, it is the result of these last few days of sickness. It will pass — but you must eat well regularly and sleep well too, taking care not to go to bed too late.  Very lovingly.    My dear little child, I was so pleased to receive your nice letter.


The Mother: You must learn that it is your good and that I want. I want to make you a strong and conscious man who is master of himself — that is, in control of his lower nature and capable of becoming a true Yogi if that be his aspiration. And the more this man realises his true being, the more he will become my very dear child.  That is why, now, when the will that is expressing itself is the will of the lower nature, I cannot satisfy all its whims, for that would be the worst thing I could do for you.  True love is the love that wants, to the exclusion of all else, the highest good for the loved one.


The Mother: This is the love that I have and want to have for you.  Your mother.    Peace, peace in your heart and your vital.  Yes, Peace, Light, Force and Bliss are always with you in the Consciousness that is constantly by your side, bringing you the solicitude of my love.


The Mother:  My dear child, Yes, you are and will be more and more a child of the Light.  No obscurity must be allowed to manifest through you.     Dear little child, The paintings are ﬁne, they are like Japanese ones.


The Mother: As for the “plane” from which they come, it is surely the subtle physical, where the memory of all the conceptions and works of art realised on earth is stored.  Very affectionately yours.    Very good — then you must acquire energy, and after all, it is not so difﬁcult, especially here where you are as if bathed in a sea of energy. You have only to open and receive.


The Mother: Love from your mother.    Learn to drink from the eternal source; it contains everything.  With my love.


The Mother: My child, my child, why this great sadness? Is it because someone to whom you had given your friendship has withdrawn for reasons that he thinks are very profound?  But don’t you still have your mother’s friendship? And also all her love, and her solicitude for you?  No, all is not sad and gloomy, neither the trees nor the sky nor the sea; everything is full of the divine Presence and is only too glad to speak of it to you.


The Mother: Shake off this childish depression and contemplate the Sun that is rising in your heart!    My child, Certainly I do not love you in the way you conceive of as love; and I do see how it could be otherwise. You ﬁrst have to realise the Divine Consciousness — only then will you be able to know what true love is.


The Mother: I don’t think it would be good for you to live completely retired and turned in on yourself. The whole thing is to choose your relationships well. You must choose to enter into relation only with those whose contact. This is the important point which should never be forgotten. All that leads you away from me in thought and feeling is bad.


The Mother: All that brings you closer to me and gives you the perception and joy of my presence is good. You should judge things in the light of this rule. You will see that it will help you to protect yourself from many mistakes.  I send you much patience and all my love.


The Mother: My dear child, You are always in my arms and always I hold you close to my heart to comfort and protect you, to strengthen and illumine you. Never for a moment do I leave you and I am sure that if you are a little attentive you will very clearly feel the warmth of my arms around your shoulders.  Your mother.


The Mother: My dear child, It seems to me that you are so often sad and depressed because your nerves are not very strong. You should eat more, sleep longer, take some exercise in the open air, etc. Affectionately.     Peace, peace, my little child, the sweet peace of inner silence and outer calm. May it always be with you.


The Mother: Affectionately.     You see, my child, the unfortunate thing is that you are too preoccupied with yourself.


The Mother: At your age I was exclusively occupied with my studies — ﬁnding things out, learning, understanding, knowing. That was my interest, even my passion. My mother, who loved us very much — my brother and myself — never allowed us to be ill tempered or discontented or lazy. If we went to complain to her about one thing or another, to tell her that we were discontented, she would make fun of us or scold us and say, “What is this nonsense? Don’t be ridiculous.


The Mother: Quick! Off you go and work, and never mind whether you are in a good or a bad mood! That is of no interest at all.”  My mother was perfectly right and I have always been very grateful to her for having taught me the discipline and the necessity of self-forgetfulness through concentration on what one is doing.  I have told you this because the anxiety you speak of comes from the fact that you are far too concerned about yourself.


The Mother: It would be better for you to pay more attention to what you are doing and to do it well (painting or music), to develop your mind, which is still very uncultivated, and to learn the elements of knowledge which are indispensable to a man if he does not want to be ignorant and uncultured.   If you worked regularly eight to nine hours a day, you would be hungry and you would eat well, you would feel sleepy and sleep peacefully, and you would have no time to wonder whether you are in a good or a bad mood.  I am telling you these things with all my affection, and I hope that you will understand them.   Your mother who loves you.


The Mother:  My dear little child, I constantly envelop you in my peace: you must learn to keep it. I am constantly in your heart: you must become conscious of my presence and receive and use the force that I am pouring into you to enable you to overcome all difﬁculties.   Love.


The Mother:   My dear child, Carefully keep this bliss, this repose, this assurance of Victory; they are more precious than all the riches of this world, and they will keep you very close to me.   Love from your mother.   My dear child, Only spiritual force has the power to impose peace on the vital, for if peace is not on it by a power greater than its own, the vital will never accept it.


The Mother: So you must open yourself to the spiritual force and allow it to work in you; then you will more and more dwell in constant peace and joy.   With all my love.    My dear child, I carry you always in my arms, pressed close to my heart, and I have no doubt that you will become aware of it if you forget the  world and concentrate on me.


The Mother: By turning your thoughts towards me you will feel closer and closer to me and peace will come to dwell in your heart.  Love.     My dear little child, It is by inner identiﬁcation that the true closeness can come.


The Mother: I am always with you in all love.  Your mother.     My dear child, You will no longer revolt when you understand that it is the most useless and foolish of all things; and when you give up this bad habit of revolt, you will see that suffering too will go away and be replaced by an unvarying happiness.


The Mother: With all my being, I want this progress and this transformation for you.   With love.    For you I want consciousness, knowledge, artistic capacity, selfmastery in peace and perfect equality, and the happiness that is the result of spiritual realisation.


The Mother: Is this too grand and vast a programme?   With your mother’s blessings.    This is quite excellent and I approve of it. Without outer and inner discipline, one can achieve nothing in life, either spiritually or materially.


The Mother: All those who have been able to create something beautiful or useful have always been persons who have known how to discipline themselves.  Always with you in all love.    Yes, my dear child, I am your true mother who will give birth in you to the true being, the being who is free, peaceful, strong and happy always, independently of all circumstances.  Love from your mother.


The Mother:   My dear child, I carry you always in my heart and you are bathed in energy; it is through a quiet and conﬁdent aspiration that you will receive it. All my love is with you.  I hope you do not show my letters to anyone.


The Mother: It is better to keep them to yourself; otherwise, if you show them, all the force that I put into them evaporates.    My dear child, I know very well what you need — it is to be surrounded by my love as by a protection, and truly my love is always with you, around you; but you, on your side, must open to it and allow it to envelop you and help you.     My dear little lion, I am in your heart that it may be happy, in your head that it may be peaceful, and in your hand that it may be skilful.


The Mother: With all my love.    My dear little child, Your lions are superb. How quiet they are in their strength.  A strong being is always quiet.


The Mother: It is weakness that causes restlessness. I am sending you (on my envelope, but in reality too) the repose that comes from concentrated energy.   Be sure that you will become strong and quiet, have faith in a perfect realisation and in the Divine’s omnipotence to achieve it. The Force and Consciousness are always with you, as well as all my love.


The Mother: Your mother.    You must never lose conﬁdence in my unvarying love.


The Mother: My child , all my love is always with you; do not push it away.    My dear child, I have been informed from the dining-room that you did not eat either yesterday evening or the whole day today.


The Mother: Why? If you are sick, you must be taken care of. I shall send the doctor to you. But if you are not sick, you must eat; if you do not eat regularly, your brain will waste away and you will lose your intelligence, and then?  It grieves me when you do not eat regularly.


The Mother: Do you want to grieve your mother who loves you and wants only your own good?     My dear child, You are a very nice child, and I am very pleased that you had your meal yesterday evening and that all the clouds have gone. Now you must not allow them to come back and for that the best thing is to remain always cradled in my arms, protected by my love which never leaves you.


The Mother:  You are quite mistaken, I am not at all displeased with you. Only I am worried because you always have a headache and because you are tired.  I want all that to go away and I want you to be perfectly healthy. For that, you must follow a physical discipline: sleep regularly, eat regularly, exercise regularly, etc., etc. And unfortunately you refuse all discipline.


The Mother: This makes my task very difﬁcult.   With all my love.    My dear child,


The Mother: You know that my love is always with you and my will is that you should get well; my force is with you to give you health.  I take you into my arms, I take you to my heart.    My dear child, I don’t want you to be ill and always I am with you to cure you — but you too must want to be cured. Do not torment yourself and always nestle in my arms so as to receive my love and force.


The Mother:  My dear little child, I fully agree with you that egoism, vanity and jealousy must disappear; they are indeed ugly, mean and ignorant things that stop all progress.  My force is with you to conquer these things. And my love never leaves you.


The Mother: My dear child, Always, always I am with you and the quieter and happier you are, the more you will feel it.   With all my love.    My dear child, I am very happy to know that you want to be my instrument.


The Mother: To be able to be my instrument, you must be regular,  energetic, courageous, enduring and always good-tempered. I have no doubt that you can acquire these qualities.   With you always.


The Mother:   My child, I envelop you always in peace and force, but most of the time you close yourself and refuse what I give you.  How will you feel my help and take advantage of it if you do not even trust in me? Yet my love is always with you.


The Mother:   My child, Certainly I forgive you, but you, on your side, must sweep your mind clean of all these bad thoughts which are harmful to you.  My love is with you.    Yes, my dear child, I forgive you; but how I would like you to become quieter, more reasonable, more studious!


The Mother: Don’t you think it is high time for you to develop these qualities, which are absolutely indispensable if you want to do anything in life?     Yes, I know everything and that is why I know that my little child is not always reasonable and that is why he has a headache and a stomachache.


The Mother:   My little child, I am always with you, bringing you peace and tranquillity, calm and force. But to feel my presence, you know what you must do and especially what you must do.  Love from your mother.   My dear child, The best thing for your headache is to take plenty of physical exercise (such as gardening for example).


The Mother:   My dear child, I am putting peace in your heart; but to become conscious of it, you should repeat, as often as possible, mentally turning to me: “You have put Peace in my heart; make me aware of its presence.”  With all my love.


The Mother: My dear child, Do not forget that and do only what you could do in front of me without feeling ashamed. I mean that you must what you would not dare to do in my physical presence, for I am always with you.  Love.    My dear child, It is in fact something very superﬁcial, but still it should be cured.


The Mother: It is your body that does not feel very strong and is sad because it does not have a sound balance of health. The best cure is plenty of open-air exercise and abundant food.    My dear child,  When one’s attention is always turned towards oneself, one is never happy. When one allows oneself to be ruled by every passing impulse, one is never peaceful.


The Mother: It is through work and self-mastery that one can ﬁnd happiness and peace.    My dear child, This causeless sadness may also come while you work, but if you didn’t work it would be far worse. It is in work that one ﬁnds balance and joy.  I am always with you to help and support you.


The Mother: Love from your mother.    It is something in your vital that cannot bear any vexation, even the slightest. This part of the vital must learn to become stronger and more enduring.


The Mother:   My dear child, I don’t need to tell you where your headache comes from; I suppose you know. Only when you become absolutely regular in your material life will you be able to have good health.   Love from your mother.


The Mother: My dear child, You must not worry about these alternations. When the psychic being comes to the surface, it brings its own joy with it; but when the mind or the vital comes, then the joy seems to withdraw, though it is always there, behind, ready to manifest again. But above all you must not believe the suggestions of incapacity and failure; they come from an adverse source and ought not to be given any credence. Certainly there are difﬁculties on the path, but with perseverance the victory is sure.  Love from your mother.


The Mother:    My dear child, No, it is not to console you that I told you that you have made progress. The progress is undeniable even though it may not be apparent. Certainly the path of yoga is a very difﬁcult one, and you should not expect to reap its fruits after only three or four years. It takes much longer than that.


The Mother: But you are young, you have all of life before you; you need not be impatient.  You say that you are often depressed. It is the vital being that gets depressed when its desires are not satisﬁed.  In ordinary life, one has to struggle to satisfy one’s desires; here one struggles not to do so. Actually, whatever path one follows, success always comes to those who are strong, courageous, enduring.


The Mother: And you know that here our force and our help are always available to you; you have only to learn to make use of them.   Love from your mother.    My dear child, I don’t know at all what you mean.


The Mother: All I told you was that to develop your artistic faculties you are much better off here than anywhere else. I added that only if you wanted to marry would you have to leave the Ashram.  But you know that I never advise anyone to marry; it is a terrible bondage.   I have never thought that you really wanted to marry, but now and then it is good that I remind you that you are free and that it is for you to make the decision ; that’s all.


The Mother: I don’t feel that you are far from me; for me you are always in my arms. So if you feel that you are far away, it is a false feeling which does not conform to the truth.  Love from your mother.    The palace and river were the image of a moment from one of your past lives.


The Mother: The great bird “Garuda” standing immobile behind you with outspread wings is the vehicle of Vishnu, the destroyer of serpents. He seemed to be standing behind you to protect and inspire you.  Love from your mother.


The Mother: The moon is the symbol of the spiritual light, one in its origin, multiple in its manifestation. There is only one moon and yet each reﬂection of the moon is different. This is what I wanted to say in a poetic form.  Love from your mother.    What I meant yesterday is that all people very sensitive are opened to many inﬂuences and that is why it is difﬁcult for them to be steady.


The Mother: But with discrimination one can distinguish the bad from the good inﬂuences and reject persistently the bad ones.  Love from your mother.    My dear child, I understand your difﬁculty very well. It is very common and can only be solved with much endurance in the will and much patience.


The Mother: For on the one hand you want to consecrate yourself to the Divine and take your place in the divine life in the making.  On the other hand you want the satisfactions of ordinary life and the pleasures of the vital — without considering, however, that these pleasures can only be obtained through much struggle and effort and that always they go hand in hand with worry and suffering.  On the ﬁrst path, there is no question of personal incapacity, since our help and protection are always there. Indeed, you must open yourself to this help and protection and learn to use them to conquer the adversary who is trying to draw you towards the lower animal consciousness.


The Mother: Love from your mother who never leaves you.    My dear child, I know very well what the true life for you is, and what your destiny is. But it is who must become aware of it and understand it so that you can realise it. In what way do you feel yourself going down? Are desires becoming stronger in you?


The Mother: Whatever happens, you can always rely on my help; do not hesitate to ask for it.   Love from your mother.    My dear child, Do not lose heart and do not be impatient; these things take a long time to disappear.


The Mother: You know, don’t you, that our force, our help and our blessings are always with you?  Keep your interest in the work — this too will help you to pass through the difﬁcult moments.   Love from your mother.


The Mother:    You are right to tell me, my dear child; it helps you to open yourself. I know that it is troublesome to feel this resistance in yourself; but persist in your will to overcome it and it will suddenly give way.  Love from your mother.


The Mother: My dear child, Yes, I think in fact that your poetry has stopped so that you can prepare yourself for a higher inspiration. You were going round and round in the same forms; something new had to come.  Of course, if you feel that something wants to express itself, you must try.  I am always with you, my dear child, and my love never leaves you.  Your mother.


The Mother:   You have my full consent to write poetry, and Sri Aurobindo says that there is no doubt about your poetic capacity. Today’s poem is very good. But when you try to write every day, it becomes more and more mental and you lose contact with the  true inspiration. That is why you should write only when you feel that the inspiration is there.


The Mother:   I am not at all angry; but since you have decided to leave, I cannot detain you either, or do anything that might deprive you of the strength to leave. I am and will always be in your heart; so you are sure to ﬁnd me there if you enter into it deeply enough.


The Mother: Love from your mother.    ( )  My dear child, I have just received your letter of the 25th and I am glad to know you have recovered at last.


The Mother: You tell me in your letter: “Mother, I do not want the world, not because I am afraid of my duty but because I want you.” I would like to tell you something about this. To be sure that you are meant for the Ashram life, it is necessary that the spiritual life and all the discipline it entails — in short, the search for and realisation of the Divine — must be the most important thing to you, the only thing worth living for.   For this feeling of can mislead you. Are you sure it is the Divine in me that you want?


The Mother: When you come back here and cannot see me (for, since Sri Aurobindo’s accident, I am no longer giving any “pranams” or interviews), won’t you feel once again that you are giving up all the pleasures that ordinary life can give, without getting anything much in exchange?  Of course, if you want to lead the spiritual life at any cost, that is another thing. But in that case, you will have to rely on the help, not on an outer and superﬁcial help.  I am telling you all this so that you may not be disappointed once again after returning here.


The Mother: Read my letter, think it over well to be sure that you have understood it completely, and when you have seen very clearly within yourself, write to me again.  My love and blessings are always with you.  Your mother who loves you.    My dear child, I received your letter and I have no objection to your going to study music for three years at Lucknow, since that is what you want.


The Mother: However, I do not think it would be wise to come to Pondicherry in February, for once you are here you might again become troubled and uncertain, and that would arouse an unnecessary conﬂict in you.   Go to Lucknow, learn all you can there, and then you will be able to consider the problem and make a deﬁnite decision concerning your future.  My love, my help and my blessings will always be with you.  Your mother.


The Mother:    My dear child, If you are so eager to come to the Ashram, you can come.  But I must warn you about two things: (1) Your vital will ﬁnd no gratiﬁcation here, as life has become very restricted in the present war conditions.  (2) You will live here, as all of us, night and day under the constant threat of a sudden bombardment.  If you do not mind these two dangers, you can come.


The Mother: With my love and blessings.   ( ) My love and blessings are with you to guide you on the way.


The Mother: Yes, my dear little child, I am always with you to help you, to support you, to guide you. By doing your work with conscientiousness, honesty and perseverance, you will feel my presence closer and closer to you.   With my blessings.


The Mother:   Do not torment yourself, my child, and remain as quiet as you can; do not yield to the temptation to give up the struggle and let yourself fall into darkness. Persist, and one day you will realise that I am close to you to console you and help you, and then the hardest part will be over.   With all my love and blessings.   Be sincere, always sincere, more and more sincere.


The Mother: Sincerity demands of each one that he express only the truth of his being.    It is the very ﬁrst proposition that is wrong, I am displeased with you — so all that follows cannot be correct.     There is no real cause because there is no discontent.


The Mother: Your pain is quite gratuitous, so you would [do] better [to] get rid of it immediately.   With my love and blessings.


The Mother: I am vexed, I am displeased — this impression of yours is quite false and imaginary — it may be the result of a bad conscience, but you must learn once and for all that whatever  mistakes people commit, it cannot vex me nor displease me. If there is bad will or revolt, Kali may come and chastise but she always does it with love.  So, throw away all this nonsense and try to be quiet and happy.


The Mother: With my love and blessings.    My dear child, “He who chooses the Inﬁnite has been chosen by the Inﬁnite.”  Never forget this promise of Sri Aurobindo and keep courage in spite of all difﬁculties. You are sure to reach the goal, and the more you keep conﬁdence, the quicker it will come.


The Mother: With my love and blessings.    ( ) Do not torment yourself, my dear child, and fear nothing; my grace will always be with you and never fail you. Moreover, there is no reason to believe that you will not succeed in this life; on the contrary, I see in you the signs of a vocation.


The Mother: And since you have resolved to be patient, the difﬁculties will surely be overcome.  Love from your mother.


The Mother: Your going away will not help in the least. Exterior means are useless; it is the “inside” that must change. Keep your resolution and my help will work.


The Mother: With my love and blessings.     My dear child, You are quite right in wanting a new life, and you may be sure that I shall do my best to help you in that. I am quite sure that perseverance in study and the acceptance of a discipline of work and order in life will be a powerful help to you in renewing yourself.  All my love is with you to help you and guide you.


The Mother:  My dear child, Will and energy can be cultivated just as the muscles are: by exercise. You must exercise your will to be patient and your energy to reject depression. I am always near you to help you with all my love.


The Mother: You need not worry and must continue as you are doing except, perhaps, that you must not allow your superﬁcial and somewhat too light exterior being to interfere and spoil your endeavour, as it does during marching for instance.  The most important [thing] is a steady, quiet endurance that does not allow any upsetting or depression to interfere with your progress. The sincerity of the aspiration is the assurance of the victory.   With my love and blessings.


The Mother:    I don’t ﬁnd your expression melodramatic and there is nothing to pardon. I know that it is from lack of energy that you cannot paint. But I can give you all the energy needed; you have only to open yourself and receive and you will see that the source is inexhaustible. It is the same thing for peace and for all the true things you can aspire for.


The Mother: Love from your mother.    My dear child, You ﬁnd it difﬁcult to open because you have not yet made the resolution to allow my will, and not your own, to govern your life. As soon as you have understood the need for this, everything will become easier — and you will at last be able to acquire the peace you need so much.


The Mother: I am always with you in this effort and aspiration.     I did not answer because what I say seems to have no effect. If you would express clearly,, the nature of the revolt, it would help you very much to get rid of it, because it is  a way of opening yourself which allows the light to enter into the obscurity and illumine it.


The Mother:   It is the same tiredness as that of the muscles when they do not work enough. Inactivity is just as tiring as over-activity. Not to work enough is just as bad as working too much.


The Mother: The vital is a most bothersome character who prefers to be bad rather than to go unnoticed. You must teach him that he is not the master of the house.


The Mother: S A: Do not accept it when it comes and do not believe what it says. Do not act according to its indications.  Then it will not be difﬁcult to stop it.  And when Sri Aurobindo tells you something, the ﬁrst thing to do, and the most important if you want to conquer the difﬁculty, is to.


The Mother:   My dear child, This craving for strong experiences belongs to the vital; it is a very frequent tendency in those whose vital is insufﬁciently developed and seeks violent sensations in the hope of escaping from its heaviness and inertia. But it is an ignorant movement, for violent sensations can never be a remedy; on the contrary, they increase the confusion and obscurity.   The only remedy lies in opening to the higher forces in order to let them do in the vital their work of organisation and classiﬁcation, of light and peace.  Love from your mother who is always there ready to help you.


The Mother:   No, my dear little child, I am not displeased — why should I be? I understand your difﬁculties and I know your goodwill; I know that you want to do well, that you want to conquer, and that you aspire to overcome the weaknesses. When they come, you should not think that I am displeased, but on the contrary that I am always with you, supporting you, protecting you, encouraging you with an unvarying love and tenderness.


The Mother:  My dear child, I am always with you to help you and protect you.  Do not allow yourself to be dominated by vain imaginations.  The peace is there in the depths of your heart; concentrate there and you will ﬁnd it.   Love from your mother.


The Mother:  Yes, I understand you very well, my dear child, and my affection is always with you and it wants you to have a vast and lasting  peace, a deep and luminous silence, a calm and concentrated force, and the immutable joy that comes from a constant contact with the Light. With all my love.  Yes, it is good to stay in my arms; there you will ﬁnd the peace you aspire for so much, and also a repose from which the true energies come.   My love enfolds you and embraces you always.


The Mother:   My dear child, Always nestle in my heart which is always ready to welcome you, in my arms which are always ready to enfold you, and fear no obstacles — we shall dispel them all.   With all my love.


The Mother:  I am always taking you into my heart, but what can I do if you run away from there? You must remain quiet in my arms if you want me to be able to help you.    Each time that you feel restless you ought to repeat, speaking inside yourself without exterior sound and thinking of me at the same time:  “Peace, peace, O my heart!” Do it steadily and you will be pleased with the result.


The Mother: My love and blessings.     My dear child, The peace is upon you; allow it to penetrate you, and in the peace you will ﬁnd the light, and the light will bring you the knowledge.


The Mother: With all my love. Your mother.     My dear child, How happy I shall be the day when you always feel strong and happy in all circumstances.


The Mother: With all my love.     I No, it does not depend at all upon human beings. What has to be done will be done despite all possible resistances.


The Mother: I know perfectly well what I want or rather what the divine Will is, and it is that which will triumph in time.


The Mother: What we want to bring to the earth can hardly be called a , although it will be the most marvellous change ever seen; in any case this cannot be compared at all with the bloody revolutions which quite uselessly tear up countries without bringing any great change after them, because they leave men as false, as ignorant, as egoistic as before.    If the realisation were to be limited to this, it would hardly be worth much. It is an integral transformation of terrestrial life which is anticipated.


The Mother: It is quite true. But it seems to me that even the outer forms, the appearances are changing more than you say. Only, this is not very easily seen because it happens normally, in accordance with the law of the truth of things, and not arbitrarily through a mental decision.


The Mother: Certainly the Divine Grace is always at work, it is the material world and the men living there that do not want it!     He wants that you ﬁrst ﬁnd yourself; that with your true being, your psychic being, you master and govern the lower being, and then you will quite naturally take your proper place in the great Divine Work.


The Mother:    Farther within or higher above, on the other side of the emotions, beyond the mind.    One must persist without getting discouraged, and ﬁrst of all refuse to recognise the body as one’s “self”. Indeed, what would it be without the feelings and thoughts which animate it?


The Mother: An inert, lifeless mass.     The awareness of the Divine Presence in all things and always.


The Mother:   Conversations I have not said “conscious of the Divine Presence”, I have said “conscious”; that means one does not live in total ignorance of what happens within oneself.     This is, however, indispensable for yoga; and he who has so great an aim as to be united with the Divine and to manifest Him, how can he be affected by all the futilities and foolishnesses of life?    I don’t think this is true; union with the outer nature brings more certainly sorrow than joy!


The Mother:  If you were a man of the world as you say, you would not be here; you would be in the world. These are certain elements in the being which remain attached to their old activities and refuse to change. They will have to yield and be transformed one day or another.


The Mother: The conﬂict is between that which aspires towards consciousness, the “sattwic” part of the being, and that which lets itself be invaded and governed by the inconscience, the “tamasic” part of the being, between that which pushes upwards and that which pulls downwards and therefore is subject to all outer inﬂuences.     It is good to be above all enjoyments the world can give, but why accept to be hurt by it?


The Mother:     If truly you are no longer attached to anything, it is a great yogic realisation and it would be wrong of you to complain about it.


The Mother: Why do you want to think the whole world is against you? This is childish.     It may be that human life is indeed incapable of it; but for the divine life nothing is impossible.


The Mother:  This is one way of seeing things; but there is another in which one ﬁnds that no two things, no two moments are exactly alike in the world and that everything is in perpetual change.     All the stars (spiritually speaking) are the same.


The Mother: I mean that one may call human beings grains of dust if one likes, or compare them to the stars; in either case they are all alike in size and worth before Eternity.   II   I too do not want any distance between us. But the relation must be a true one, that is, based on union in the divine consciousness.


The Mother:  Open your heart yet wider, yet better, and the distance will disappear.   It is in a calm and persevering will that this can be accomplished.   Keep this aspiration and you are sure of victory; you will love me one day with a love which ﬁlls you with strength and with joy.   I shall always be with you in your endeavour.    That’s good.


The Mother: You are indeed always my child and I expect you to become even more a good child who will be able to tell me in all sincerity and truth: “I love You and I am Yours for all eternity.”     There is no question of losing me. We carry in ourselves an eternal consciousness and it is of this that one must become aware.


The Mother:  At no moment do I forget you. Don’t you rather allow too many other inﬂuences to come between you and me?


The Mother: It is precisely because of this that you lose the feeling of the Presence.    I am always with you, and to become conscious of the inner Presence is one of the most important points of the sadhana.  Ask X, he will tell you that the Presence is not a matter of faith or of mental imagination, it is a fact, absolutely concrete and as real and tangible to the consciousness as the most material phenomenon.


The Mother:    It is not a question of your heart, you must get the  of this presence and then you will become aware that in its depths your heart has always been conscious of this presence.


The Mother: I am in every thought, every aspiration which you turn towards me; for if you were not always present in my consciousness you would not be able to think of me. So you may be sure of my presence. I add my blessings.   You must ﬁnd the Divine ﬁrst, whether in yourself by interiorisation and concentration, or in Sri Aurobindo and me through love and self-giving. Once you have found the Divine you will naturally see Him in all things and everywhere.


The Mother:    There are two ways of uniting with the Divine. One is to concentrate in the heart and go deep enough to ﬁnd there His Presence; the other is to ﬂing oneself in His arms, to nestle there as a child nestles in its mother’s arms, with a; and of the two the latter seems to me the easier.


The Mother: Not only of the soul, but of the whole being, without reserve.   You yourself.  It is quite incorrect that I wish to remain far from you; but to be near me you must climb up close beside me, and not expect me to come down so far.     From a certain point of view what you say is true; but there is also a sort of reversal of consciousness in which it comes out of its state of blind and falsifying ignorance and enters into a state of truth, and when that reversal, that conversion takes place, you will feel yourself always close to me.


The Mother:   Certainly, this is quite possible. But one must awaken to the consciousness of these planes.


The Mother: To say that it is your body which separates you from me is sheer stupidity. It seems to me that actually it is just the opposite, for without the possibility of seeing me daily, what contact will you have with me in the present state of your consciousness? Are you capable of feeling me, experiencing concretely my presence, even when your physical eyes do not see me? I don’t think so, for if it were so, you would not complain of separation, you would know, on the contrary, that there is no separation and that in the reality of your being we are always united.  To think that if you leave your body you will come closer to me is a big mistake; for the vital being remains what it is, whether the body be alive or dead, and if the vital being is, during one’s life, incapable of feeling the nearness, the deep intimacy, how  can one reasonably hope it will suddenly be able to do so just because it has left the body?


The Mother: It is ignorant childishness.  And that other idea that if the body is changed the next one will necessarily be better, is also a mistake. It is only when one has proﬁted fully and by the opportunity for progress which life in a physical body represents, that one may hope to be reborn in a higher organism. All defection, on the contrary, naturally brings in a diminution of being.  Only the resolution to face courageously, in the present existence, all the difﬁculties, and to overcome them, is the sure means of attaining the union you desire.


The Mother:   This is all nonsense; we have not to busy ourselves with the next life, but with this one which offers us,, all its possibilities. To put off for the next birth what one can do in this life is like putting off for tomorrow what one can do this very day; it is laziness. It is only with death that the possibility of integral realisation ceases; so long as one is alive, nothing is impossible.


The Mother:    What cannot be acquired or conquered during life can certainly not be done after death. It is the physical life which is the true ﬁeld for progress and realisation.


The Mother:   It is impossible; nothing that belongs to the manifested universe can go out of it except through the door of spiritual liberation, that is,.    III


The Mother: Yes, there is the Truth of perfect union with the Divine in an identity of consciousness and will.     I have never said anything of the kind. But you must prepare yourself, purify yourself within, so that this approach may be useful and proﬁtable.


The Mother:  If you say I am there for you, obviously it is egoistic and false; but if you think I am there for all my children, that I carry them in my heart, that I want to lead them to the Divine and that I am grieved when they move away from Him, — then this is quite true.     I have not the least intention of keeping you away from me; I wanted only to remind you that you are not alone in the Ashram and that I have to divide my time among all those who have need of me.


The Mother:  If you are physically far from me and think of me all the time, you will surely be nearer to me than if you were seated near me but thinking about other things.    By concentrating your thought.    Go within into yourself, ﬁnd your psychic being and you will ﬁnd me at the same time, living in you, life of your life, ever present and ever near, quite concretely and tangibly.


The Mother:  Remain very quiet, open your mind and your heart to Sri Aurobindo’s inﬂuence and mine, withdraw deep into an inner silence (which may be had in all circumstances), call me from the depths of this silence and you will see me standing there in the centre of your being.     Because I stopped the pranam for two days, you should not think that I was not with you.


The Mother: Wherever you work, physically near or far,  You ought to know that.      But


The Mother: I am always with you.    I am always in your heart.


The Mother: The psychic being is constantly and invariably in contact with the Divine and never loses this contact.      The Divine is constantly present in the psychic being and the latter is quite conscious of this.


The Mother:   The psychic being is not asleep. It is the connection with it which is not well established because the mind makes too much noise and the vital is too restless.


The Mother:   I have already told you that it is because the contact between the outer consciousness and the psychic consciousness is not well established. He in whom this contact is well established is always happy.


The Mother: It is not the psychic being which suffers, it is the mind, the vital and the ordinary consciousness of ignorant man.     Certainly it was the psychic being, but it became active only through my intervention.    Now, if you don’t like me to show you your faults, I can very well stop doing it.


The Mother: But then you should no longer ask me to help you to progress, for you cannot on the one hand ask me to intervene and on the other refuse my intervention.    If you are vexed by what I tell you, it proves that you do not wish to progress, and consequently that it is not necessary for me to make you aware of what is to be changed in you.    I would be very happy to change you, but are you quite sure that what is frivolous in you wants to change?


The Mother:   How do you expect me to help you if you have no trust in me!     My help is there completely; you have only to open yourself to it with conﬁdence and you will receive it.


The Mother:   Yes, my help is with you to master all the movements which are opposed to the Divine.    I have not the least intention in the world to push you into a corner, and if I had not the full assurance that you can overcome all these difﬁculties, I would not even have mentioned them.


The Mother: It is no good telling someone, “You have such and such a fault”, if it does not help him to correct it.     I don’t see why I should give you blows — I don’t give them for the pleasure of giving them, but only when they are altogether indispensable.


The Mother:   That’s very good, but if you were to add to this the idea that I know you and love you better than you yourself do and that I know better than you what is good for you — then that would be perfect.     Don’t bother about what people believe or say; it is almost always ignorant stupidities.  I always wonder that people imagine they can know the reasons for my actions!


The Mother: I act differently for each one, according to the needs of his particular case.    On the contrary, it is good to let me know immediately.


The Mother: Nothing is better than a confession for opening the closed doors.  , and immediately you will feel yourself closer to me.  IV  The Divine is inﬁnite and innumerable, and consequently the ways of approaching Him are also inﬁnite and innumerable,  and on the manner of one’s approach to the Divine depends what he receives and knows of the Divine.


The Mother: The bhakta meets a Divine full of affection and sweetness, the wise man will ﬁnd a Divine full of wisdom and knowledge. He who fears meets a severe Divine, and he who is trusting ﬁnds the Divine a friend and protector... and so on in the inﬁnite variety of possibilities.     : the Divine always answers every sincere aspiration and never refuses what is offered to Him whole-heartedly; thus you may live in the peace of the certitude that you are accepted by the Divine.


The Mother:   It is certainly not with such a state of mind that you can hope to ﬁnd the Divine Presence. Far from seeking to ﬁll your heart with frivolities in order to “divert” it, you must with a great obstinacy empty it of everything, absolutely everything, both great and small, so that the power of that great emptiness may attract the Marvellous Presence. One must know how to pay this supreme Grace the price it deserves.


The Mother:   Of each one is asked only what he has, what he is, nothing more, but also nothing less.   You are right to want to create the emptiness in you; for you will soon discover that in the depths of this emptiness is the Divine.    “The absolute emptiness” is more of an image than a reality.


The Mother: It is better to keep in one’s heart a high aspiration rather than an obscure somnolence.    Indifference is a stage of development which must lead to a perfect equality of soul.     This does not depend upon any outer circumstance but on your inner state.


The Mother: It happens because you live in a very superﬁcial region of your mind. You must try to ﬁnd some depth in your consciousness and dwell there.    It is certainly not by becoming morose and melancholy that one draws near the Divine. One must always keep in one’s heart an unshakable faith and conﬁdence and in one’s head the certitude of victory.


The Mother: Drive away these shadows which come between you and me and hide me from your sight. It is in the pure light of certitude that you can become conscious of my presence.     The sadder you are and the more you lament, the farther you move away from me.


The Mother: The Divine is and to realise the Divine you must reject far from yourself all sadness and all sentimental weakness.    I don’t see the need of your suffering. Psychic love is always peaceful and joyous; it is the vital which dramatises and makes  itself unhappy without any reason. I hope, indeed, that you will soon become conscious of my presence always near you, and that it will give you peace and joy.


The Mother:  It is always the vital being which protests and complains. The psychic being works with perseverance and ardour to make the union an accomplished fact, but it never complains, and knows how to wait for the hour of realisations to come.    It is the vital which asks and asks and is never satisﬁed... The psychic, the true deep feelings are always satisﬁed and never ask for anything.


The Mother: The psychic feels my constant presence, is aware of my love and solicitude, and is always peaceful, happy and satisﬁed.     There is a joy in seeking, a joy in waiting, a joy in aspiring, at least as great as in possessing.


The Mother:   Indeed, nothing brings more happiness than a pure and disinterested love.     The true divine love is above all quarrels.


The Mother: It is the experience of perfect union in an invariable joy and peace.    Radha is the symbol of loving consecration to the Divine.     Keep always your balance and a calm serenity; it is only thus that one can attain the true Union.


The Mother:   It is in your soul that the calmness can be found and it is by contagion that it spreads through your being. It is not steady because the sovereignty of your soul is not yet deﬁnitively established over all the being.


The Mother: I don’t see anything wrong in not being sentimental; nothing is further from true love, the divine love, than sentimentality.    Are you quite sure it is so dry and hard? Don’t you call “dry and hard” an absence of, that is, of a weak and superﬁcial emotionalism?  True love is something and in its intensity; it may very well not manifest itself through outer effusiveness.


The Mother:   is not, but.    This can hardly be called a loss; I consider it an inestimable gain.    You speak here of vital love, but certainly not of psychic love and still less of the Divine Love.


The Mother:   This is a very ugly love, quite egoistic.


The Mother: The Ashram is not a place for being in love with anyone. If you want to lapse into such a stupidity, you may do so elsewhere, not here.     It is not this person or that who attracts you...


The Mother: it is the eternal feminine in the lower nature which attracts the eternal masculine in the lower nature and creates an illusion in the mind; it is the great play, obscure and semi-conscious, of the forces of unillumined nature; and as soon as one succeeds in escaping from its blind and violent whirlwind, one ﬁnds very quickly that all desires and all attractions vanish; only the ardent aspiration for the Divine remains.    By “passion” we mean all the violent desires which take possession of a man and ﬁnally govern his life — the drunkard has the passion for drink, the debauchee the passion for women, the gambler the passion for dice, etc. If one human being feels a violent and uncontrollable love for another, this is called a , and it is of this we are speaking; it is this impassioned love which human beings feel for one another that must be changed into love for the Divine.


The Mother: Sensations belong to the vital domain and to that part of it which is expressed through the nerves of the body. It is sentiments and emotions which are characteristic of the heart. It is always preferable not to live in the sensations but to consider them as something outside ourselves, like the clothes we wear.  V


The Mother: Be courageous and do not think of yourself so much. It is because you make your little ego the centre of your preoccupation that you are sad and unsatisﬁed. To forget oneself is the great remedy for all ills.


The Mother: Certainly it is always better not to be too busy with oneself.    An excessive depreciation is no better than an excessive praise.  True humility lies in not judging oneself and in letting the Divine determine our real worth.   You must avoid the one as carefully as the other.   You have just given a very correct description, but it becomes useful only from the moment you resolve that it is no longer going to be like this, and that you will strive to conquer your two great enemies: jealousy and vanity.


The Mother: The more we advance on the road, the more modest we become, and the more we ﬁnd that we have done nothing in comparison with what remains to be done.     It is when one feels like a blind man that one begins to be ready for the illumination.    The best thing is not to think oneself either great or small, very important or very insigniﬁcant; for we are nothing in ourselves.


The Mother: We must want to be only what the divine Will wants of us.    Nothing of all this is the right attitude. So long as you oscillate between wanting to transform yourself and not wanting to transform yourself — making an effort to progress and becoming indifferent to all effort through fatigue — the true attitude will not be there. All your observations should lead you to one certainty, that by oneself one is nothing and can do nothing.


The Mother: Only the Divine is the life of our life, the consciousness of our consciousness, the Power and Capacity in us. It is to Him that we must entrust ourselves, give ourselves without reserve, and it is He who will make of us what He wants in His inﬁnite wisdom.   VI   Conversations:


The Mother: Concentration does not mean meditation; on the contrary, concentration is a state one must be in continuously, whatever the outer activity. By concentration I mean that all the energy, all the  will, all the aspiration must be turned only towards the Divine and His integral realisation in our consciousness.


The Mother: To keep constantly a concentrated and in-gathered attitude is more important than having ﬁxed hours of meditation.     Or, better still, not to have thought at all but contemplated the Divine Grace.


The Mother:  If you do your work as an offering which you lay in all sincerity at the feet of the Divine, work will do you as much good as meditation.     I have had the experience myself that one can be fully concentrated and be in union with the Divine even while working physically with one’s hands; but naturally this asks for a little practice, and for this the most important thing to avoid is .


The Mother: It is not but which takes us away from the Divine.     All depends not on what one does but on the attitude behind the action.    If in all sincerity one acts only to express the Divine Will, all actions without exception can become unselﬁsh.


The Mother: But so long as one has not reached this state, there are actions which are more helpful for the contact with the Divine.     The yogic life does not depend on what one does but on how one does it; I mean it is not so much the action which counts as the attitude, the spirit in which one acts. To know how to give yourself entirely and without egoism while washing dishes or serving a meal brings you much nearer the Divine than doing what men call “great things” in a spirit of vanity and pride.


The Mother:   It is not the work, any work, in itself which can bring you close to me. It is the spirit in which it is done that is important.   It is that part of your being which is under the inﬂuence of the psychic and obeys the Divine impulsion.


The Mother:    You serve me as best you can, but your best of tomorrow must be better than your best of today.    Without discipline it is impossible to realise anything on the physical plane.


The Mother: If your heart were not willing to submit to the strict discipline of beating regularly and constantly, you would not be able to live upon earth.  The great realisers have always been the great disciplined men.


The Mother: It is not that there is a dearth of people without work in the Ashram; but those who are without work are certainly so because they do not like to work; and for that disease it is very difﬁcult to ﬁnd a remedy — it is called laziness...    Yes, this is just what will happen.


The Mother: Yes, this happens often; but you must call in more and more peace and let it enter into the cells of the body; then the suggestion of awkwardness can no longer have any effect.      Yesterday


The Mother: you were surprised that she had never broken anything, — naturally today she has broken something; this is how mental formations work. That is why one must state only what one wishes to see realised.     You must abstain from thinking about a person when you cannot think anything good about him.  VII


The Mother: Keep always burning in you the ﬁre of aspiration and puriﬁcation which I have kindled there.     Because a thing is difﬁcult it does not mean that one should give it up; on the contrary, the more difﬁcult a thing is, the greater must be the will to carry it out successfully.  Of all things the most difﬁcult is to bring the divine consciousness into the material world.


The Mother: Must the endeavour then be given up because of this?     Our way is, and it is indispensable to advance calmly without asking oneself at every step whether one is advancing.


The Mother:   If you persevere you are sure to succeed; as for my help you may rest assured it is always with you, and one never calls in vain.    If you resolve to do it, my force will be there to back up your effort.


The Mother:   You would be wrong to get disturbed; nothing is done arbitrarily, and things get realised only when they are the expression of an inner truth.     Yes, your mind gets too excited about things. It makes formations (it thinks forcefully: this must be like that, that must be otherwise, etc.) and unknowingly it clings to its own formations in such a way that when they are contradicted it gets a shock and this gives it pain.


The Mother: It must become calm and develop the habit of remaining quiet.   Have faith in the Divine Grace and the hour of liberation will be hastened.    It is absolutely false that anything human can heal a human evil.   can heal.


The Mother: It is in that one must seek help and support, it is in that one must put all one’s hope.     All my power is with you to help you; open yourself with a  calm


The Mother: conﬁdence , have faith in the Divine Grace, and you will overcome all your difﬁculties.


The Mother: Do not worry, only keep in you always the will to do things well.     Why accept the idea of being weak?


The Mother: It is this which is bad.    Yes, it is in a calm and patient conﬁdence that lies the certitude of victory.     Yes, and as soon as the ego surrenders and abdicates, this fear disappears giving place to the calm assurance that nothing is impossible.


The Mother:   If you repeat it with sufﬁcient constancy, the recalcitrant part will at last be convinced.


The Mother: Yes, you are right to have hope; it is hope which builds happy futures.     Yes, one must forget one’s past.