The Mother: Glory to Thee, O Lord, Master of the world, Thou shinest resplendent in all things!   ORE and more it seems to me that we are in one of those periods of activity in which the fruit of past efforts becomes apparent, — a period in which we act according to Thy law in the measure in which it is the sovereign controller of our being, without having even the leisure to become conscious of the law.  This morning passing by a rapid experience from depth to depth, I was able, once again, as always, to identify my consciousness with Thine and to live no longer in aught but Thee; — indeed, it was Thou alone that wast living, but immediately Thy will pulled my consciousness towards the exterior, towards the work to be done, and Thou saidst to me, “Be the instrument of which I have need.” And is not this the last renunciation, to renounce identiﬁcation with Thee, to renounce the sweet and pure joy of no longer distinguishing between Thee and me, the joy of knowing at each moment, not only with the intellect but by an integral experience, that Thou art the unique Reality and that all the rest is but appearance and illusion. That the exterior being should be the docile instrument which does not even need to be conscious of the will which moves it, is not doubtful; but why must I be almost entirely identiﬁed with the instrument and why should not the “I” be entirely merged in Thee and live Thy full and absolute consciousness?


The Mother: I ask, but I am not anxious about it. I know that all is according to Thy will, and with a pure adoration I trust myself joyously to Thy will. I shall be what Thou  wouldst have me be, O Lord, conscient or inconscient, a simple instrument as is the body or a supreme knowledge as art Thou. O the sweet and peaceful joy when one can say “All is good” and feel Thee at work in the world through all the elements which lend themselves to that transmission.  Thou art the sovereign Master of all, Thou art the Inaccessible, the Unknowable, the eternal and sublime Reality.


The Mother: O marvellous Unity, I disappear in Thee.   HIS somnolence of my thought, O Lord, Thou wilt shake off so that I may have the knowledge and understand the experience Thou hast given to my being. When something in me questions Thee, always Thou repliest, and when it is necessary for me to know something, Thou teachest it to me, whether directly or indirectly.  I see more and more that all impatient revolt, all haste would be useless; everything is slowly organised so that I may serve Thee as I should. What is my place in this service?


The Mother: For a long time I have stopped asking myself this.  What does it matter? Is it necessary to know whether one is at the centre or on the circumference? Provided that entirely consecrated to Thee, living only for Thee and by Thee, I carry out better and better the task Thou givest me, all the rest has no importance at all. I would say more: provided Thy work is accomplished in the world as well and as completely as it can be, does it matter which individual or group realises this work?


The Mother: O my sweet Master, in peace, serenity, equanimity, I give myself to Thee and merge in Thee, my thought calm and tranquil, my heart smiling; Thy work will be done, I know, and Thy victory is certain.  O my sweet Master, grant to all the sovereign boon of Thy illumination!   S on reaching a summit, one discovers a vast horizon, so, O Lord, when one’s consciousness is identiﬁed with that intermediate domain between Thy Unity and the manifested world, one participates both in Thy Inﬁnitude and in the realisation of the world. It is as though one were at a centre where the consciousness, wholly steeped in Thy effective Power, could direct the ray of Thy forces upon the lowly instrument moving among its brother instruments.


The Mother: From the height of these transcendent regions the unity of physical substance is clearly visible, and yet the body which serves as a particular instrument in the material ﬁeld seems specially precise and distinct like a stronger point amidst this whole, at once multiple and one, in which the forces circulate evenly.  This perception has not left me since yesterday. It has settled in as something deﬁnitive, and all the outer activity which apparently continues as usual, has become mechanical like a marvellously articulated and animated toy moved by the consciousness from the height of its seat which though no longer individual is still universal, that is, which is not yet completely merged in Thy Oneness. All the laws of individual manifestation have become clear to me, but in so synthetical, so global, so simultaneous a way, that it is impossible to express this in our ordinary language.    WAS interrupted yesterday just when I was trying to formulate the experience I had.


The Mother: And now everything seems changed. That precise knowledge, that clearsightedness has given place to a great love for Thee, O Lord, which has seized my whole being from the outer organism to the deepest consciousness, and all lies prostrate at Thy feet in an ardent aspiration for a deﬁnitive identiﬁcation with Thee, an absorption in Thee. I implored Thee with all the energy I could summon. And once again, just when it seemed to me that my consciousness was going to disappear in Thine, just when all my being was nothing but a pure crystal reﬂecting Thy Presence, someone came and interrupted my concentration.  Such is, indeed, the symbol of the existence Thou givest me as my share, in which outer usefulness, the work for all, holds a much greater place even than the supreme realisation.


The Mother: All the circumstances of my life seem always to tell me on Thy behalf: “It is not through supreme concentration that thou wilt realise oneness, it is by spreading out in all.” May Thy will be done, O Lord.  Now I understand clearly that union with Thee is not an aim to be pursued, so far as this present individuality is concerned; it is an accomplished fact since a long time.  And that is why Thou seemest to tell me always: “Do not delight in the ecstatic contemplation of this union; accomplish the mission I have entrusted to thee upon earth.”   And the individual work to be carried on simultaneously with the collective work is to become aware and take possession of all the activities and parts of the being, the deﬁnitive establishment of consciousness in the highest point, making possible both the prescribed action and the constant communion with Thee.


The Mother: The joys of perfect union cannot come until what has to be done is done.  First, union must be preached to all, afterwards work; but for those who have realised the union, every moment of their life must be an integral expression of Thy will through them.    LORD, deliver me from the mental inﬂuences which weigh upon me, so that, completely free, I may soar towards Thee.   O Thou, Universal Being, Supreme Unity in perceptible form, through an irresistible aspiration I nestled within Thy heart, then I was Thy heart itself, and I knew then that Thy heart is no other than the Child who plays and creates the worlds.


The Mother: Thou didst tell me, “One day thou wilt be my head but for the moment turn thy gaze towards the earth.” And on the earth now I am the joyful child who plays.  These were the two sentences I wrote yesterday by a kind of absolute necessity. The ﬁrst, as though the power of the prayer would not be complete unless it were traced on paper. The second, as though the stability of the experience could not be had unless I unburdened my mind of it by noting it down in writing.


The Mother: HOU art the sole Reality, O Lord, Thou art Omnipotence and Eternity. And he who is united with Thee in the depths of his being becomes Thy Reality in its eternal and immutable omnipotence. But for others the command is, even while remaining in contact with Thee, to turn their eyes and activity towards the earth; such is the mission Thou hast given them. Here begins the difﬁculty, for everything depends upon the perfection of the various states of their being and, even after attaining the sublime identiﬁcation, they must still work at perfecting the instrument which will manifest Thy divine Will.  This is where the task becomes arduous.


The Mother: Everything seems to me mediocre, insufﬁcient, neutral, almost inert in the present instrument which Thou makest me call “myself”; and the more I am united with Thee, the more do I realise the mediocrity of its faculties and its manifestation. Everything in it seems to me an incorrigible approximation.  And if that cannot disturb me in any way, it is because the true self is lying at Thy feet or nestling in Thy heart or conscious with Thy eternal and immutable Consciousness, and looks at the whole manifestation with a smile of patient and understanding benevolence.   HIS mental being which throughout my individual existence had the power to set all my faculties working: deep devotion for Thee, inﬁnite compassion for men, ardent aspiration for knowledge, effort for self-perfection — seems to have fallen into a deep sleep and no longer sets anything at all in movement. All the individual faculties slumber and the consciousness is not yet fully awake in the transcendent states; that is, its wakefulness in them is intermittent and in between there is sleep.


The Mother: Something in this being aspires for solitude and absolute silence for a little while, so as to come out of this unsatisfactory transition; and something else knows that it is Thy will that this instrument be consecrated to the service of all, even if this must apparently be harmful to its self-perfecting.  Something in this being tells Thee, O Lord: “I know nothing, I am nothing, I can do nothing, I am in the darkness of inconscience.”  And something else knows that it is Thyself and thus the supreme perfection.  What is going to come out of that? How will such a state come to an end?


The Mother: Whether it is inertia or true patience, I do not know; but without haste or desire I lie at Thy feet and wait. . . .   ROM the height of that summit which is the identiﬁcation with Thy divine inﬁnite Love, Thou didst turn my eyes to this complex body which has to serve Thee as Thy instrument. And Thou didst tell me, “It is myself; dost thou not see my light shining in it?” And indeed I saw Thy divine Love, clothed in intelligence, then in strength, constituting this body in its smallest cells and shining so brightly in it that it was nothing but a combination of millions of radiant sparks, all manifesting that they were Thyself.


The Mother: And now all darkness has disappeared, and Thou alone livest, in different worlds, in different forms but with an identical life, immutable and eternal.  This divine world of Thy immutable domain of pure love and indivisible unity must be brought into close communion with the divine world of all the other domains, right down to the most material in which Thou art the centre and very constitution of each atom. To establish a bond of perfect consciousness between all these successive divine worlds is the only way to live constantly, invariably in Thee, accomplishing integrally the mission Thou hast entrusted to the entire being in all its states of consciousness and all its modes of activity.  O my sweet Master, Thou hast caused a new veil to be rent, another veil of my ignorance and, without leaving my blissful place in Thy eternal heart, I am at the same time in the imperceptible but inﬁnite heart of each of the atoms constituting my body.   Strengthen this complete and perfect consciousness.


The Mother: Make me enter into all the details of its perfection and grant that, without leaving Thee for a single moment, I may constantly move up and down this inﬁnite ladder, according to the necessity of the work Thou hast prescribed for me.  I am Thine, I am in Thee, Thyself, in the plenitude of eternal bliss.   UTSIDE all manifestation, in the immutable silence of Eternity, I am in Thee, O Lord, an unmoving beatitude.  In that which, out of Thy puissance and marvellous light, forms the centre and reality of the atoms of matter I ﬁnd Thee; thus without going out of Thy Presence I can disappear in Thy supreme consciousness or see Thee in the radiant particles of my being. And for the moment that is the plenitude of Thy life and Thy illumination.


The Mother: I see Thee, I am Thyself, and between these two poles my intense love aspires towards Thee.   HEN we have discerned successively what is real from what is unreal in all the states of being and all the worlds of life, when we have arrived at the perfect and integral certitude of the sole Reality, we must turn our gaze from the heights of this supreme consciousness towards the individual aggregate which serves as the immediate instrument for Thy manifestation upon earth, and see in it nothing but Thee, our sole real existence. Thus each atom of this aggregate will be awakened to receive Thy sublime inﬂuence; the ignorance and the darkness will disappear not only from the central consciousness of the being but also from its most external mode of expression. It is only by the fulﬁlment, by the perfection of this labour of transﬁguration that there can be manifested the plenitude of Thy Presence, Thy Light and Thy Love.  Lord, Thou makest me understand this truth ever more clearly; lead me step by step on that path.


The Mother: My whole being down to its smallest atom aspires for the perfect knowledge of Thy presence and a complete union with it. Let every obstacle disappear, let Thy divine knowledge replace in every part the darkness of the ignorance. Even as Thou hast illumined the central consciousness, the will in the being, enlighten too this outermost substance. And let the whole individuality, from its ﬁrst origin and essence to its last projection and most material body, be uniﬁed in a perfect realisation and a complete manifestation of Thy sole Reality.   Nothing is in the universe but Thy Life, Thy Light, Thy Love.


The Mother: Let everything become resplendent and transﬁgured by the knowledge of Thy Truth.  Thy divine love ﬂoods my being; Thy supreme light is shining in every cell; all exults because it knows Thee and because it is one with Thee.    LORD, Thou of whom I would be constantly conscious and whom I would realise in the smallest cells of my being, Thou whom I would know as myself and see manifested in all things, Thou who art the sole reality, the sole cause and aim of existence, grant that my love for Thee may grow ever greater so that I may be all love, Thy love itself, and that, being Thy love, I may unite integrally with Thee. May this love grow more and more intense, complete, luminous, powerful; may this love become an irresistible urge towards Thee, the invincible means of manifesting Thee. May everything in this being become pure, profound, disinterested, divine love — from the unfathomable depths to the outermost substance.


The Mother: May the God with form who manifests in this aggregate be entirely moulded from Thy complete and sublime love, the love which is at once the source and the realisation of all knowledge; may thought be clariﬁed, organised, enlightened, transformed by Thy love; may all the life-forces, solely impregnated by Thy love and moulded from it, draw from it irresistible purity and constant energy, power and rectitude. May this weakened intermediary being, take advantage of its weakness to reconstitute itself with elements entirely moulded from Thy love, and may this body, now a burning brazier, radiate Thy divine, impersonal, sublime and calm love from every pore. . . . May the brain be reconstituted by Thy love. Lastly, may Thy love overﬂow, ﬂood, penetrate, transﬁgure, regenerate, animate all things, with the  power, the splendour, the sweetness and force which are its very own. In Thy love is peace, in Thy love is joy, in Thy love is Thy servitor’s sovereign lever of work.


The Mother: Thy love is vaster than the universe and more lasting than all the ages; it is inﬁnite, eternal, it is Thyself. And it is Thyself I want to be and that I am, for such is Thy law, such is Thy will.    MY sweet Master, let me not be submerged by outer things. They have no interest, no savour for me. If I busy myself with them, it is because I feel that such is Thy will and the work must be accomplished integrally, down to the least details of the action and substance.


The Mother: But it is quite enough to turn one’s attention to them and infuse Thy forces into them as much as possible. They must not be allowed to take precedence of the true realities in one’s consciousness.  O my sweet Master, I aspire for Thee, for the knowledge of what Thou art, for identiﬁcation with Thee. I ask for a greater love, growing always purer, always vaster, always more intense and I ﬁnd myself as it were submerged in Matter; is this Thy reply?


The Mother: As Thou hast Thyself accepted to be thus submerged in Matter so as to awaken it gradually to consciousness, is this the result of a more perfect identiﬁcation with Thee? Is this not Thy answer to me: “If thou wouldst learn to love truly, this is how thou shouldst love . . . ” . . . in darkness and unconsciousness?  O my Lord, my sweet Master, Thou knowest that I belong to Thee and that always I want what Thou willest; but do not let any doubt about what Thou willest arise in me. Enlighten me in some way in the immutable peace of the heart. Let me be submerged in darkness if that is necessary, but at least let me know that it is Thou who willest it.


The Mother: Lord, in response, I hear singing within my heart the hymn of gladness of Thy divine and permanent Presence.    DIVINE Master of love and purity, grant that in its least stages, its smallest activities, this instrument which wants to serve Thee worthily may be puriﬁed of all egoism, all error, all obscurity, so that nothing in it may impair, deform or stop Thy action. How many little recesses lie yet in shadow, far from the full light of Thy illumination: for these I ask the supreme happiness of this illumination.  Oh, to be the pure ﬂawless crystal which lets Thy divine ray pass without obscuring, colouring or distorting it! — not from a desire for perfection but so that Thy work may be done as perfectly as possible.  And when I ask Thee this, the “I” which speaks to Thee is the entire Earth, aspiring to be this pure diamond, a perfect reﬂector of Thy supreme light.


The Mother: All the hearts of men beat within my heart, all their thoughts vibrate in my thought, the slightest aspiration of a docile animal or a modest plant unites with my formidable aspiration, and all this rises towards Thee, for the conquest of Thy love and light, scaling the summits of Being to attain Thee, ravish Thee from Thy motionless beatitude and make Thee penetrate the darkness of suffering to transform it into divine Joy, into sovereign Peace. And this violence is made of an inﬁnite love which gives itself and a trustful serenity which smiles with the certitude of Thy perfect Unity.  O my sweet Master, Thou art the Triumpher and the Triumph, the Victor and the Victory!   N the surface is the storm, the sea is in turmoil, waves clash and leap one on another and break with a mighty uproar. But all the time, under this water in fury, are vast smiling expanses, peaceful and motionless.


The Mother: They look upon the surface agitation as an indispensable act; for matter has to be vigorously churned if it is to become capable of manifesting entirely the divine light.  Behind the troubled appearance, behind the struggle and anguish of the conﬂict, the consciousness remains ﬁrm at its post; observing all the movements of the outer being, it intervenes only to rectify direction and position, so as not to allow the play to become too dramatic. This intervention is now ﬁrm and a little severe, now ironical, a call to order or a mockery, full always of a strong, gentle, peaceful and smiling benevolence.  In the silence I beheld Thy inﬁnite and eternal Beatitude.  Then softly a prayer rises towards Thee from what is still in the shadow and the struggle: O sweet Master, O supreme Giver of illumination and purity, grant that all substance and every activity may be no more anything other than a constant manifestation of Thy divine Love and Thy sovereign Serenity.


The Mother: . . .  And in my heart is the song of gladness of Thy sublime magniﬁcence.   N each one of the domains of the being, the consciousness must be awakened to the perfect existence, knowledge and bliss. These three worlds or modes of the Divine are found in the physical reality as well as in the states of force and light and those of impersonality and inﬁnitude, of eternity.


The Mother: When one enters with full consciousness into the higher states, to live this existence, light and bliss is easy, almost inevitable. But what is very important, as well as very difﬁcult, is to awaken the being to this triple divine consciousness in the most material worlds. This is the ﬁrst point. Then one must succeed in ﬁnding the centre of all the divine worlds (probably in the intermediate world), whence one can unite the consciousness of these divine worlds, synthetise them, and act simultaneously and with full awareness in all domains.  I know that it is a very long way from these incomplete and imperfect explanations to the sublime reality which manifests Thee, O Lord.


The Mother: Thy splendour, Thy power and Thy magniﬁcence, Thy incommensurable love are above all explanation and comment. But my intellect needs to represent things to itself at least a little schematically, in order to allow the most material states of the being to enter as completely as possible into harmony with Thy Will.   Yet it is in the deep silence of my mute and total adoration that I best understand Thee. For then who can say what loves, what is loved, and what is the power of loving in itself? All three are but one in an inﬁnite bliss.


The Mother: O give to everyone, Lord, the boon of that incomparable bliss.    HOU settest in motion, Thou stirrest and churnest the innumerable elements of this world, so that, from their primal darkness, their primeval chaos, they may awaken to consciousness and the full light of knowledge.   And Thou usest Thy supreme love to churn all these elements in this way.


The Mother: And it is from Thy inﬁnite, unfathomable heart that these inexhaustible torrents of love spring forth. Thy heart is my dwelling-place, Thy heart is the reality of my being. In Thy heart I have nestled and I have become Thy heart.  Peace, peace upon all beings.    MY sweet Lord, those who are in Thy head, that is, to speak more intellectually, those who have identiﬁed their consciousness with the absolute Consciousness, those who have become Thy supreme Knowledge, can no longer have any love for Thee, since they are Thyself.


The Mother: They enjoy that inﬁnite bliss characteristic of all awareness of Thy supreme Essence, but the devotion of the adorer who turns with ecstasy to that which is higher and above him can no longer exist. So, to him whose mission upon earth is to manifest Thy love, Thou teachest to have this pure and inﬁnite love for all the manifested universe; the love which at ﬁrst was made of adoration and admiration is transformed into a love all made of compassion and devotedness.  Oh, the divine splendour of Thy eternal Unity!  Oh, the inﬁnite sweetness of Thy Beatitude!  Oh, the sovereign majesty of Thy Knowledge!


The Mother: Thou art the Inconceivable, the Marvellous One!   HEN the sun set in the indrawn contemplation of the calm twilight, all my being prostrated itself before Thee, O Lord, in mute adoration and complete selfgiving. Then I was the whole earth and the whole earth prostrated itself before Thee, imploring the benediction of Thy illumination, the beatitude of Thy love. Oh, the kneeling earth that supplicates to Thee, then is ingathered in the silence of the night, waiting in both patience and anxiety for the illumination so ardently desired. If there is a sweetness in being Thy divine love at work in the world, there is as great a sweetness in being the inﬁnite aspiration which rises towards that inﬁnite love.


The Mother: And to be able to change thus, to be successively, almost simultaneously, what receives and what gives, what transﬁgures and what is transﬁgured, to be identiﬁed with the painful darkness as with the all-powerful splendour and, in this double identiﬁcation, to discover the secret of Thy sovereign unity, is this not a way of expressing, of accomplishing Thy supreme will? . . .  O my sweet Master, my heart is a ﬂaming chapel, and Thou art seated there permanently like the sublimest of idols; so it is that Thy form appears to me, clothed in magniﬁcence, in the midst of the ﬂames consuming my heart for Thee, and at the same time, in my head, I see Thee, know Thee as the Inconceivable, the Unknowable, the Formless; and in this double perception, this double knowledge, lies the plenitude of contentment.    VICTORIOUS power of divine Love, Thou art the sovereign Master of this universe, Thou art its creator and its saviour, Thou hast permitted it to emerge from chaos, and now Thou leadest it to its eternal goal.  There is not a thing so humble but in it I see Thee resplendent, not a being apparently so hostile to Thy will but I feel Thee live in it and act and radiate.  O my sweet Master, essence of this love, I am Thy heart, and the torrents of Thy love pass through the entirety of my being and ﬂow out to awaken Thy love in all things or rather to awaken all things to the consciousness of Thy love which animates all.


The Mother: All those who do not recognise Thee, all those who do not know Thee, all those who try to turn away from Thy sweet and divine law, I take into my arms of love, I cradle them in my heart of love and offer them to Thy divine ﬂames, so that penetrated by Thy miraculous efﬂuence, they may be converted in Thy beatitude.  O Love, resplendent Love, Thou penetratest, Thou transﬁgurest all.   N a silent contemplation, in a mute adoration, uniting myself with all this dark and painful substance, I hail Thee, O Lord, as the divine saviour; I bless Thy love as the supreme liberator, I offer thanks for its countless boons, and I give myself fully to Thee so that Thou mayst complete Thy work of perfectioning. Then identifying myself with Thy love, I am nothing but Thy inexhaustible love; I penetrate all things; living within the heart of each atom  I kindle therein the ﬁre which puriﬁes and transﬁgures, the ﬁre that never burns out, the messenger ﬂame of Thy beatitudes, realiser of all perfections.


The Mother: Then this very love grows silently contemplative, and turning to Thee, O unknowable Splendour, awaits in ecstasy Thy New Manifestation . . .   OW that the whole being is more and more deeply plunged into material activity, into the physical realisation which includes such a multitude of details to be thought of and regulated, I call to Thee, O Lord, so that my consciousness, turned thus outwards, may constantly keep this communion with Thee, which is the source of all peace, all strength, all bliss.  O my sweet Master, accomplish all the work Thyself through this individual being in its integrality. Or rather, do not let anything in this individual being forget at any moment that it is only an instrument, an illusion made real for Thy intervention in it, and that Thou alone art and actest.  Oh, the benediction of Thy immutable Presence . . .


The Mother: THOU who triumphest over all obstacles, Thou shalt be in us the victory over all that would be an obstacle to the accomplishment of Thy divine law. Thou wilt dispel the darkness of ignorance and the black smoke of egoistic ill-will; Thou wilt dissolve all wrong suggestions and strengthen in us a pure and clear vision and the perspicacity which does not let itself be deceived by disruptive thoughts and conﬂicting wills for disorder.  O my sweet Master, Thy inﬁnite love is the reality of our being; who can struggle against its all-powerful action? It penetrates everything, it passes through every obstacle, whether it be the inertia of a heavy ignorance or the resistance of an uncomprehending ill-will. O my sweet Master, through and by this love, Thou shinest resplendent in all things, and this splendour of Thine, ever-increasing in its force, shall radiate its action over all the earth and become perceptible to every consciousness.


The Mother: Who can resist Thy divine power?  Thou art the sole and supreme Reality.  My being is ingathered in a mute adoration and everything disappears that is not Thou.   ORD, I am before Thee like an offering aﬂame in the blazing ﬁre of the divine union. . . .  And what is thus before Thee is all the stones of this house and all it contains, all those who cross its threshold and all who see it, all who are connected with it in any way and from one to another the whole earth.


The Mother: From this centre, this burning hearth which is now and shall be more and more permeated with Thy light and with Thy love, Thy forces will radiate over all the earth, visibly and invisibly in the hearts of all and in their thoughts . . .  Such is the assurance Thou givest me in answer to my aspiration for Thee.  An immense wave of love descends over all things and penetrates all things.  Peace, peace upon all the earth, victory, plenitude, wonder . . .


The Mother: O beloved children, unhappy and ignorant, O thou, rebellious and violent Nature, open your hearts, calm your forces, for here comes the sweet omnipotence of Love, here is the pure radiance of the light that penetrates you. This human hour, this earthly hour is beautiful over all other hours. Let each and all know it and rejoice in the plenitude that is given.   O sorrowful hearts and careworn brows, foolish obscurity and ignorant ill-will, let your anguish be calmed and effaced.


The Mother: Lo, the splendour of the new word arrives: “.”   VERY morning, O Lord, an innumerable salutation rises towards Thee, a salutation from all the states of being and from all the multitude of their elements. And it is a daily consecration of all things to the All, a call from ignorance and egoism to Thy light and love. And Thy answer comes constant and is integrally perceived: All is light, all is love, ignorance and egoism are but vain phantoms, they can be dissolved.  And over all things spreads Thy sovereign peace, Thy fecund calmness.


The Mother: MY sweet Master, eternal splendour, I can only unite with Thee in silence and peace, saying that Thy Will may be done in every detail as in the whole. Take possession of Thy kingdom, master all that revolts against Thee, heal the souls who do not know Thee and the intellects that do not want to submit and be consecrated to Thee. Awaken our slumbering energies, stimulate our courage, enlighten us, O Lord, show us the Way.   My heart is overﬂowing with a sovereign peace, my thought is calm and silent.


The Mother: At the core of all that is, of all that will be, of all that is not, is Thy divine and unchanging smile.   IRST of all, knowledge must be conquered, that is, one must learn to know Thee, to be united with Thee, and all means are good and may be used to attain this goal. But it would be a great mistake to believe that all is done when this goal is attained. All is done in principle, the victory is gained in theory, and those whose motive is only an egoistic aspiration for their own salvation may feel satisﬁed and live only in and for this communion, without caring at all for Thy manifestation.  But those whom Thou hast appointed as Thy representatives upon earth cannot rest content with the result so obtained.


The Mother: To know Thee ﬁrst and before all else, yes; but once Thy knowledge is acquired there remains all the work of Thy manifestation; and then there intervene the quality, force, complexity and perfection of this manifestation. Very often those who have known Thee, dazzled and rapt in ecstasy by this knowledge, have been content to see Thee for themselves and express Thee somehow or other in their outermost being. He who wants to be perfect in Thy manifestation cannot be satisﬁed with that; he must manifest Thee on all the planes, in all the states of being and thus turn the knowledge he has acquired to the best account for the whole universe.  Before the immensity of this programme, the entire being exults and sings a hymn of gladness to Thee.   All nature in full conscious activity, all vibrant with Thy sovereign forces, responds to their inspiration and wants to be illumined and transﬁgured by them . . .


The Mother: Thou art the Master of the world, the sole Reality.   T is a veritable work of creation we have to do: to create activities, new modes of being so that this Force, unknown to the earth till today, may manifest in its plenitude. To this travail I am consecrated, O Lord, for this is what Thou wantest of me. But since Thou hast appointed me for this work, Thou must give me the means, that is, the knowledge necessary for its realisation. We shall unite our efforts: the entire individual being will concentrate in a constant call for the knowledge of the mode of manifestation of this Force, and Thou, supreme centre of the being, Thou wilt emanate the Force fully so that it may penetrate, transﬁgure and overcome all obstacles.


The Mother: It is a pact Thou hast signed with the worlds of individual life. Thou hast made a promise, Thou hast sent into these worlds those who can and that which can fulﬁl this promise. This now demands Thy integral help so that what has been promised may be realised.  In us must take place the union of the two wills and two currents, so that from their contact may spring forth the illuminating spark.  And since this be done,  “IE cradled in my heart and do not worry: what has to be done will be done.


The Mother: And it is just when thou doest it unknowingly that it is done best” . . .  I am in Thy heart, Lord, and nothing can take me away from it. And it is from the unfathomable depths of this heart, in the smiling peace of its beatitude, that I look at all the outer forms of Thy manifestation struggling and endeavouring to understand Thee better, manifest Thee better.  If the hour has come, as Thou lettest me know, for the new forms of Thy realisation, these forms will inevitably be born. Something in the being senses it but does not yet know; so it makes an effort to adapt itself, to prove equal to what Thou askest of it.


The Mother: But what is conscious of Thee and lives in Thy force knows that this new form is only an inﬁnitesimal progress in the inﬁnite progression of Thy manifestation, and looks at every form with the serenity of eternal plenitude.  And in this serenity is the very omnipotence of realisation.  One must know how to soar in an immutable conﬁdence; in the sure ﬂight is perfect knowledge.   IKE a sun Thy splendour descends upon the earth and Thy rays will illumine the world. All those elements which are pure enough, plastic enough, sufﬁciently receptive to manifest the very splendour of the central ﬁre-nucleus are grouping themselves together.


The Mother: This grouping is not arbitrary and does not depend on the will or aspiration of one element or another, it depends on what it is, it is independent of any individual decision. Thy splendour wants to radiate; what is capable of manifesting it manifests it, and these elements gather together to reconstitute as perfectly as possible in this world of division the divine Centre which has to be manifested.  In the wonder of this contemplation all the cells of the being exult; and, seeing That which Is, the integral substance passes into an ecstasy. How can this substance be now distinguished from Thyself? It is Thou — completely, entirely, intensely — in a perfect identiﬁcation, Thou.


The Mother: LL that has been conceived and realised so far is mediocre, banal, insufﬁcient beside what ought to be.  The perfections of the past no longer have any force now. A new puissance is needed to transform the new powers and to subject them to Thy divine will. “Ask and this shall be”, is Thy constant answer. And now, O Lord, Thou must create in this being a constant aspiration, uninterrupted, intense, passionate, in an immutable serenity.


The Mother: Silence, peace are there: there must also be the persistence of the intensity. Oh, Thy heart sings a hallelujah of gladness as if what Thou willest were on the way to its fulﬁlment. . . . Destroy all these elements, that from their ashes may emerge new elements adapted to the new manifestation.  Oh, the immensity of Thy luminous Peace!  Oh, the omnipotence of Thy sovereign Love!


The Mother: And beyond all that we can imagine, the ineffable splendour of what we feel to be coming. Give us the Thought, give us the Word, give us the Force.   Enter the arena of the world, O new-born Unknown One!   LWAYS the same Will is at work.


The Mother: The Force is there awaiting the possibility to manifest: we must discover the new form which will make the new manifestation possible. And Thou, only Thou, O Lord, can grant us this knowledge. It is for us with our whole being to make the effort, to ask, to aspire. But it is for Thee to answer with the Illumination, the Knowledge and the Power.  Oh, the canticle of joy of Thy victorious Presence . . .


The Mother: ILL our hearts with the delight of Thy love . Flood our minds with the splendour of Thy light. Grant that we may effectuate Thy Victory!   HOU must accomplish the work of transﬁguration, Thou must teach us the path to be followed and Thou must give us the power to follow it to the very end. . . .


The Mother: O Thou source of all love and all light, Thou whom we cannot know in Thyself but can manifest ever more completely and perfectly, Thou whom we cannot conceive but can approach in profound silence, to complete Thy incommensurable boons Thou must come to our help until we have gained Thy victory. . . .  Let that true love be born which soothes all suffering; establish that immutable peace wherein resides true power; give us the sovereign knowledge which dispels all darkness. . . .  From the inﬁnite depths to this most external body, in its smallest elements, Thou dost move and live and vibrate and set all in motion, and the whole being is now only a single block, inﬁnitely multiple yet absolutely coherent, animated by one tremendous vibration: Thou.   O be at once a passive and perfectly pure mirror, turned simultaneously without and within, to the results of the manifestation and the sources of this manifestation, so that the consequences may be placed before the guiding will, and to be also the realising activity of that will, this, more or less, is what a human being ought to be. . . .


The Mother: To combine these two attitudes of passive receptivity and realising activity is precisely the most difﬁcult of all things.  And that is what Thou expectest of us, O Lord, and as Thou dost expect it of us, there is no doubt that Thou wilt give us the means of realising it.  For what must be will be, more splendidly yet than we can imagine.  Oh, may Thy love grow wider and wider in the manifestation, ever more sublime, ever deeper, ever vaster. . . .   HAT has to be will be, what has to be done will be done. . . .


The Mother: What a calm assurance Thou hast put into my being, O Lord. Who or what will manifest Thee? Who can say it yet? . . . In all things that strive towards a new, ever higher and completer expression, Thou art present. But the centre of the light is still not manifested, for the centre of manifestation is not yet perfectly adapted.


The Mother: O divine Master, that which has to be will be and it will perhaps be very different from what all expect. . . .  But how is it possible to express certain silent secrets?  The force is here; in it is the self.  When and how will this force spring forth? When Thou ﬁndest the instrument ready.


The Mother: Oh, the sweetness of Thy calm assurance, the power of Thy Peace! . . .   HOU art the sovereign power of transformation, why shouldst Thou not act on all who are brought into contact with Thee through our mediation? We lack faith in Thy power: always we think that men should in their conscious thought want this integral transformation for it to come about; we forget that it is Thou who willest in them and that Thou canst will in such a way that all their being is illumined by it. . . . We doubt Thy power, O Lord, and thus become bad intermediaries for it and veil the major part of its transforming force.  Oh, give us the faith which we lack; give us the certitude of detail which is wanting in us.


The Mother: Deliver us from the ordinary way of thinking and judging; grant that we may live in the consciousness of Thy inﬁnite love and see it at work at every moment and that by our consciousness of it we may bring it into touch with the most material states of being. . . .  O Lord, deliver us from all ignorance, give us true faith.   ROM the point of view of the manifestation, the work to be carried forward upon earth, a hierarchy is needed — but in this world which is still in disorder, can it be established unarbitrarily, that is, in perfect conformity with Thy law? . . . The witness being, calm, indifferent, smiling, looks upon the play, the comedy which is unfolding itself, and awaits circumstances with serenity, knowing that they are nothing but a very imperfect translation of what should be.  But the religious being turns to Thee, O Lord, in a great aspiration of love, and implores Thy help so that it may be that shall be realised, so that as many obstacles as possible may be overcome, all possible obscurities dispelled, all possible egoistic ill-will vanquished.


The Mother: It is not possible in circumstances of the present disorder which must happen — for that always happens — it is these circumstances themselves which, through a greater effort than ever yet was made, must be transﬁgured, so that a “best”, new in quality, new in quantity, an altogether exceptional “best” may be manifested.  So let it be.     It is always wrong to want to evaluate the future or even to foresee it by the thought we have about it, for this thought is the present, it is in its very impersonality the translation of present relations which are necessarily  not the future relations between all the elements of the terrestrial problem.


The Mother: Deducing future circumstances from present ones is a mental activity of the nature of reasoning, even if the deduction takes place in the subconscient and is translated in the being into the form of intuition; but reasoning is a human faculty, that is, it is individual; its inspirations do not come from the inﬁnite, the unlimited, the Divine. It is only in the Omniscience, only when one is at once What knows, what is to be known and the power of knowing that one can become conscious of all relations, past, present and future; but in this state there is no longer a past, present or future, eternally. The order of manifestation of all these relations does not solely depend upon the supreme impulsion, the divine Law, it depends also upon the resistance put up against this law by the most external world; from the combination of the two there comes forth the manifestation and so far as it is at present possible for me to know, this combination is in a way undetermined. This is what makes the play, the unexpectedness of the play.   HAT wisdom is there in wanting to be like this or like that?


The Mother: Why torment oneself thus? Art Thou not the supreme worker? Is it not our duty to be Thy docile instruments and, when Thou puttest the instrument aside for a time, will it complain that Thou abandonest it because Thou dost not make it work? Will it not be able to enjoy calm and repose after having enjoyed activity and struggle?  One must be always vigilant, attentive to the least call, so as not to be asleep or inert when Thou givest the signal for action, whether with the mind, the feelings or the body; but one must not confuse this constant state of expectation and devoted goodwill with an anxious and uneasy agitation, a fear of not being this or that and of displeasing Thee, that is, of not conforming with what Thou expectest of us.


The Mother: Thy heart is the supreme shelter, that wherein all care is soothed. Oh, leave it wide open, this heart, so that all those who are tormented may ﬁnd there a sovereign refuge! . . .  Pierce this darkness, let light ﬂash forth; Still this tumult, establish peace; Calm this violence, let love reign; Become the warrior, triumphant over obstacles; Win the victory.   AIL to Thee, O Lord, Master of the world. Give us the power to do the work without being attached to it and to develop the capacities of individual manifestation without living in the illusion of personality.


The Mother: Strengthen our vision of reality; make ﬁrm our perception of unity; deliver us from all ignorance, all darkness.  We do not ask for the perfection of the instrument, knowing that in the world of relativities all perfection is relative: this instrument, fashioned for action in this world, must, in order to be able to act, belong to this world; but the consciousness that animates it should be identiﬁed with Thine, it should be the universal and eternal consciousness animating the varied multitude of bodies.  O Lord, grant that we may rise above the ordinary forms of manifestation so that Thou mayst ﬁnd the tools necessary for Thy new manifestation.  Do not let us lose sight of the goal; grant that we may always be united with Thy force, the force which the earth does not yet know and which Thou hast given us the mission to reveal to it.  In a deep meditation, all the states of manifestation consecrate themselves to Thy manifestation.


The Mother: Y being is happy with what Thou givest it; what Thou wantest from it, it will do, without weakness, without vain modesty and without futile ambition. What does it matter which place one occupies, what mission Thou entrustest? . . . Does not all lie in the fact of being entirely Thine, as perfectly as one can be, without the least care of any kind?  In this deep and steadfast conﬁdence that Thy work will be done and that Thou hast created and appointed those who have to accomplish it, why strain one’s energy uselessly and want what is already realised? Thou hast given me, O Lord, the sovereign peace of this conﬁdence; Thou hast granted me the incomparable boon of living in Thy love, by Thy love, of being Thy love ever more and more; and in this love is complete and unchanging


The Mother: beatitude.  I address but one prayer to Thee, which l know to be granted in advance: Always increase the number of elements, atoms or universes, capable of living integrally in and by Thy love.   Peace, peace upon all the earth. .


The Mother: . .   LL Nature hails Thee, O Lord, and with arms lifted and hands outstretched she implores Thee. Not that she doubts Thy inﬁnite generosity and thinks she must ask in order to have; but that is her way of bowing to Thee and giving herself to Thee, for is this giving anything else than being ready to receive? She delights in thus offering a prayer to Thee though she knows that this prayer is superﬂuous. But it is an ardent and happy adoration.


The Mother: And the feeling of devotion is thus satisﬁed without in any way hurting the intellectual consciousness which knows Thee to be one with everything and present in everything.  But all the veils must vanish and the light become complete in all hearts.  O Lord, in spite of the work, in it, give us that perfect calm of the spirit which makes possible the divine identiﬁcation, the integral knowledge.  My love for Thee, O Lord, is Thyself and yet my love bows down before Thee in deep devotion.   IVE joy, peace and happiness to them all.


The Mother: . . . If they suffer, illumine their suffering and make it a means of transﬁguration; grant them the beatitude of Thy love and the peace of Thy unity; may their hearts feel vibrating within them Thy eternal Presence. They are all in me, O Lord, I am in them all, and since instead of an “I”, there is now only Thy sovereign love, they are all in Thy love and will be transﬁgured by it.  O Lord, my sweet Master, unknowable splendour, give them joy, peace, beatitude.


The Mother: ACH activity in its own ﬁeld accomplishing its particular mission, without disorder, without confusion, one enveloping the other, and all graded hierarchically around a single centre: Thy will. . . . What is most lacking in all beings is clarity and order; each element, each state of being, instead of fulﬁlling its function in harmony with all the others, wants to be the whole in itself, perfectly autonomous and independent. And there lies the ignorant error of all the universe, a global error repeated in millions and millions of forms. But under the pretext that these activities are separate and in disorder, to want to suppress them so as to let only Thy single Will subsist, which in its solitude would no longer have any reason to exist, would be an undertaking as absurd as it is unrealisable.


The Mother: It is easier, indeed, to suppress than to organise; but harmonious order is a realisation far superior to suppression.  And even if the ﬁnal aim were a return to Non-Being, the return would seem possible to me only through a highest perfection of the being. . . .  O my sweet Master, grant to them that they may feel Thy inﬁnite tenderness and in the calm repose that it brings, be able to see and realise the supreme order of Thy law.  Let Thy will which is all love manifest, let Thy peace manifest.   E hail Thee, O Lord, with adoration and with joy, and give ourselves to Thee in a gift constantly renewed, so that Thy will may be accomplished upon earth and in all the places of this universe.


The Mother: When we turn towards Thee the thought is mute but the heart exults; for Thou shinest resplendent in all things, and the least grain of sand may be an occasion for worship.  We bow down before Thee, we unite with Thee, O Lord, in a love that is limitless and full of an inexpressible beatitude.  Oh, grant this sovereign joy to all.    SOVEREIGN Force, O victorious Power, Purity, Beauty, supreme Love, grant that this being in its integrality, this body in all its totality may draw near to Thee solemnly and offer to Thee in a complete and humble surrender this means of manifestation abandoned perfectly to Thy Will, if not perfectly ready for this realisation. . . .


The Mother: With the calm and strong certitude that Thou wilt one day accomplish the expected miracle and manifest in its fullness Thy sublime splendour, we turn to Thee in a profound rapture, and silently implore Thee. . . .  Immensity, Inﬁnitude, Wonder. . . . Thou alone art and Thou shinest resplendent in all things. The hour of Thy fulﬁlment is near. All Nature is ingathered in a solemn concentration.


The Mother: Thou answerest her ardent call.   LL that belongs to the outer, lower being which is still obscure, prostrates itself before Thee in a mute and fervent adoration, calling with all its strength Thy purifying action which will make it ﬁt to manifest Thee fully.  And in this adoration is found perfect silence and perfect beatitude.  Thou repliest mercifully to the call: “What has to be done will be done. The necessary instruments will be prepared.


The Mother: Strive in the calm of certitude.”   HAT plenitude in the perception! The entire individual being, modest, humble, surrendered, adoring, calm and smiling, feeling one with all beings, unable to make any difference of value, in perfect solidarity with all things, is kneeling down before Thee together with them all; and at the same time the formidable omnipotence of, ready for the manifestation, waiting, building the propitious hour, the favourable opportunity: the incomparable splendour of Thy victorious sovereignty.  . Rejoice, O you who are waiting and hoping: the new manifestation is sure, the new manifestation is at hand.


The Mother: .  All nature exults and sings in gladness, all nature is at a festival:.   Arise and live; arise and be illuminated; arise and battle for the transﬁguration of all: .   EACE, peace upon all the earth. . . .


The Mother: Not the peace of an inconscient sleep or a self-satisﬁed inertia; not the peace of a self-forgetful ignorance and a dark, heavy indifference, but the peace of the omnipotent force, the peace of perfect communion, the peace of integral awakening, of the disappearance of all limitation and all darkness. . . .  Why torment oneself and suffer, why this bitter struggle and painful revolt, why this vain violence, why this inconscient, heavy sleep? Awake without fear, appease your conﬂicts, silence your disputes, open your eyes and your hearts: the Force is there; it is there, divinely pure, luminous, powerful; it is there as a boundless love, a sovereign power, an indisputable reality, an unmixed peace, an uninterrupted beatitude, the Supreme Benediction; it is self-existence, the endless bliss of inﬁnite knowledge . . .  and it is something more which cannot yet be told, but which is already at work in the higher worlds beyond thought as the power of sovereign transﬁguration, and also in the inconscient depths of Matter as the Irresistible Healer. .


The Mother: . .   Listen, listen, O thou who wouldst know.


The Mother: Look, thou who wouldst see, contemplate and live: .    DIVINE Force, supreme Illuminator, hearken to our prayer, move not away from us, do not withdraw, help us to ﬁght the good ﬁght, make ﬁrm our strength for the struggle, give us the force to conquer!  O my sweet Master, Thou whom I adore without being able to know Thee, Thou who I am without being able to realise Thee, my entire conscious individuality prostrates itself before Thee and implores, in the name of the workers in their struggle, and of the earth in her agony, in the name of suffering humanity and of striving Nature; O my sweet Master, O marvellous Unknowable, O Dispenser of all boons, Thou who makest light spring forth in the darkness and strength to arise out of weakness, support our effort, guide our steps, lead us to victory.    THOU who eternally, immutably art, who consentest to Thy becoming in this world that Thou mayst bring into it a new Illumination, a new Impulsion, Thou art here, manifest Thyself more and more completely, always more perfectly; the instrument has given and gives itself to Thee with a fervent adhesion, a total surrender; Thou mayst reduce it to dust or transform it into a sun, it will resist nothing that is Thy Will. In this surrender lies its true strength and its true beatitude.


The Mother: But why art Thou so considerate with the animality of the body? Is it because it must be given time to adapt itself to the marvellous complexity, the powerful inﬁnity of Thy Force? Is it Thy Will that makes itself gentle and patient, is unwilling to precipitate things, leaves to the elements leisure to adapt themselves? . . .  I mean — is it better thus or is it impossible otherwise?


The Mother: Is there here a particular incapacity which Thou dost tolerate with magnanimity or is this a general law which is an inevitable portion of all that has to be transformed? . . .  But it matters little what we think about it, since thus it is; the attitude alone is important: Should we ﬁght, should we accept? And it is Thou who dictatest the attitude, it is Thy Will that determines it at each moment. Why foresee and contrive when it is enough to observe and to give a full adhesion?  The working in the constitution of the physical cells is perceptible: permeated with a considerable amount of  force they seem to expand and to become lighter.


The Mother: But the brain is still heavy and asleep. . . . I unite myself to this body, O divine Master, and cry to Thee: Do not spare me, act with Thy sovereign omnipotence; for in me Thou hast put the will to an entire transﬁguration.   HE entire physical being would like to be dissolved and reconstituted in an adoration that would have no bounds. O Lord, Thou who comest to touch Matter as the Messenger of the Supreme Power and Supreme Beatitude, Thou createst the conception of what the total realisation can be. And when the being believed it was deﬁnitively invested with Thy sublime mandate, Thou withdrawest, making it understand that it was only a promise, a token of what can be.


The Mother: Alas, what an imperfection in Matter it is that we cannot hold Thee! O Lord, use Thy omnipotence, work the miracle of Thy permanent Presence. . . . Why so much consideration? We must triumph or perish! . . .  Victory, victory, victory!


The Mother: We want the victory of Transﬁguration!    N all the states of being, in all the modes of activity, in all things, in all the worlds, one can meet Thee and unite with Thee, for Thou art everywhere and always present. He who has met Thee in one activity of his being or in one world of the universe, says “I have found Him” and seeks nothing more; he thinks he has reached the summit of human possibilities. What a mistake!


The Mother: In all the states, in all the modes, in all things, all worlds, all the elements we must discover Thee and unite with Thee and if one element is left aside, however small it may be, the communion cannot be perfect, the realisation cannot be accomplished.  And that is why to have found Thee is but a ﬁrst step on an inﬁnite ladder. . . .  O sweet Master, sovereign Transﬁgurator, put an end to all negligence, all lazy indolence, gather together all our energies, make them into an indomitable, irresistible will.


The Mother: O Light, Love, ineffable Force, all the atoms cry to Thee so that Thou mayst penetrate and transﬁgure them. . . .  Give to all the supreme delight of the communion.   ATIENCE, strength, courage, calm and indomitable energy. . .


The Mother: .  Let the mind learn to be silent, let it not be eager to proﬁt immediately by the forces which come to us from Thee for the integral manifestation. . . .  But why hast thou chosen for the expression of Thy Will the poorest element, the most mediocre, the most imperfect? . . .   HAT, O Lord? . . .  Just as Thou wilt, just as Thou wilt.


The Mother: . . .  This instrument is weak, mediocre; Thou hast taught it that all activities are possible to it, that nothing was radically strange to it in all human activities; but it is in intensity, in perfection only that the Divine begins, and until now Thou hast not granted to it any extraordinary intensity, any real perfection. . . . Everything is in a state of promise, a promise not individual but collective; nothing is completely realised.


The Mother: Why, O Lord?  Thou hast placed in my heart a peace so total that it seems to be almost indifference and in an immensity of calm serenity it says: Just as Thou wilt, just as Thou wilt. . . .   ALUTATION of my silent and humble adoration. . . .


The Mother: I bow down before Thy glory, for it dominates me with all its splendour. . . .  Oh, let me dissolve at Thy feet, melt into Thee!   ARTHLY realisations easily take on a great importance in our eyes, for they are proportionate to our external being with this limited form which makes us men. But what is an earthly realisation beside Thee, before Thee?  However perfect, complete, divine it may be, it is nothing but an indiscernible moment in Thy eternity; and the results obtained by it, however powerful and marvellous they may be, are nothing but an imperceptible atom in the inﬁnite march to Thee.


The Mother: This is what Thy workers must never forget, otherwise they will become unﬁt to serve Thee. . . .  O my sweet Master, what childishness to think oneself responsible for anything at all and want to individualise Thy supreme and divine Will! Is it not enough to unite with Thy heart and live there permanently? Then Thou takest all the responsibilities and Thy will works without even our needing to know it. . . . Only a realisation independent of all outer circumstances, free from all attachment and all understanding, however high, is a true realisation, a valuable realisation.


The Mother: And the only such realisation is to unite with Thee integrally, closely, deﬁnitively. As for the care of Thy transitory, momentary manifestation in a fugitive existence and in a transient world, it is Thou who must be responsible for it and do what is necessary for it to exist, if Thou thinkest it good.  O my sweet Master, sovereign Lord, Thou hast taken away all my cares and left me only the Beatitude, the supreme ecstasy of Thy divine Communion.   WO things remain unshakable despite all stormwinds, even the most violent: the will that all may be happy with the true happiness — Thine, and the ardent desire to unite perfectly and be identiﬁed with Thee. . . .  All the rest is perhaps still the result of an effort and a pretension, this is spontaneous, unshakable; and just when it seems that the ground is giving way and everything breaking down, this appears luminous, pure and calm, piercing through the clouds, dispelling the shadows, emerging still greater and stronger from the ruins, carrying in itself Thy inﬁnite Peace and Beatitude.


The Mother: LORD, Thou art the omnipotent Master of Thy own manifestation; grant to these instruments that they may escape from frames too narrow, from limits too ﬁxed and mediocre. All the riches of human possibility are needed to translate even one atom of Thy inﬁnite Force. . . .  Open the doors that are closed, make the sealed fountains spring forth, that the ﬂoods of Thy eloquence and Thy beauty may overspread the world. Let there be amplitude and majesty, nobility and grace, charm and grandeur, variety and strength: for it is the will of the Lord to manifest.  O my sweet Master, Thou art the sovereign Ruler of our destinies; Thou art the omnipotent Master of Thy own manifestation.


The Mother: Thine is all this world, Thine all these creatures and all these atoms. Transﬁgure them, illumine.   HERE was no longer any body, no longer any sensation; only a column of light was there, rising from where the base of the body normally is to where usually is the head, to form there a disk of light like that of the moon; then from there the column continued to rise very far above the head, opening out into an immense sun, dazzling and multicoloured, whence a rain of golden light fell covering all the earth.  Then slowly the column of light came down again forming an oval of living light, awakening and setting into movement — each one in a special way, according to a particular vibratory mode — the centres above the head, in the head, the throat, the heart, in the middle of the stomach, at the base of the spine and still farther down.  At the level of the knees, the ascending and descending currents joined and the circulation thus went on uninterruptedly, enveloping the whole being in an immense oval of living light.


The Mother: Then slowly the consciousness came down again, stage by stage, halting in each world, until the bodyconsciousness returned. The recovery of the body-consciousness was, if the memory is correct, the ninth stage. At that moment the body was still quite stiff and immobile.   HOU art all love, O Lord, and Thy love shines resplendently in the depths of every thought and every heart. Accomplish Thy work of transﬁguration: illumine us.


The Mother: Open the still closed doors, widen the horizon, establish strength, unify our beings and make us participate in Thy divine beatitude that we may be able to make all men share in it. Grant that we may conquer the last obstacles, inner and outer, overcome the ﬁnal difﬁculties. An ardent and sincere prayer has never risen in vain to Thee; always in Thy muniﬁcence Thou answerest every call and Thy mercy is inﬁnite.  O divine Master, let Thy light fall into this chaos and bring forth from it a new world. Accomplish what is now in preparation and create a new humanity which may be the perfect expression of Thy new and sublime Law.


The Mother: Nothing will stop our impetus; nothing will tire our effort; and, resting upon Thee all our hopes and all our activities, strong in our complete surrender to Thy Supreme Will, we shall march on to the conquest of Thy integral manifestation with the calm certitude of victory over all that would oppose it.   Hail to Thee, Master of the world, who triumphest over all darkness.   ORD, Thou art all-powerful: become the ﬁghter, gain the victory. May Thy Love be the sovereign Master of our hearts and Thy Knowledge never leave our thoughts. . . .


The Mother: Do not abandon us to impotence and darkness; break every limit, shatter every chain, dispel every illusion.  Our aspiration rises to Thee in ardent prayer.   T the rising of the sun I sang the praise of this world in which it is possible not only to desire Thee but to know Thee and even to become Thee. And I was astonished that there should be some who so ardently aspire to leave this universe and enter another world of perfection.  Thou hast placed such contentment in my heart that it has become impossible for me not to feel satisﬁed in all circumstances, inner or outer.


The Mother: And yet something in my being always aspires for more beauty, for more light, for more knowledge, for more love — in a word, for a more conscious, a more constant relation with Thee. . . . But this too depends upon Thy will, and when it is Thy will, Thou shalt grant me the entire transﬁguration.   UMBLY, quietly, my prayer rises to Thee, O sweet Master, Thou who acceptest without argument and without censure all that is offered to Thee, Thou who givest Thyself and makest Thyself known to all, without asking whether they are worthy of it or not, Thou who ﬁndest nothing too weak, too small, too modest, too inadequate to manifest Thee. . . .


The Mother: Let me lay myself at Thy feet, let me melt into Thy heart and disappear in Thee, let me be annihilated in Thy beatitude, or rather let me be only Thy servant, claiming nothing more. I desire, I aspire for nothing else. To be only servant is all I ask.   T seems to me that Thou wouldst make me taste successively all the experiences which are ordinarily put at the summit of a Yoga as its culmination and the proof of its perfect accomplishment. The experience is striking, intense, complete; it carries within it the knowledge of all its effects, all its consequences; it is conscious, willed, the result of methodical effort and not of unexpected chance; and yet it is, like milestones set along a route which are separated from each other by a long ribbon of road; and, moreover, these milestones which mark the inﬁnite ascent are never alike; they are always new and seem to have no connection one with the other. . . .


The Mother: Will a time come when Thou wilt make this being capable of synthetising all these countless experiences so as to draw from them a new realisation, more complete and more beautiful than all achieved so far?  I do not know. But Thou hast taught me not to regret an exceptional state when it disappears any more than I desire it before it comes. I see in the disappearance no longer the sign of an instability in the progress made, but the evidence of a march which goes deliberately forward without stopping any longer than is indispensable for the various stages of the road.   Each time Thou teachest me yet a little better that the means of manifestation is limited only because we think it so, and that it can effectively partake of Thy inﬁnitude; each time something of Thy immensity makes itself kin to the instrument which is its dwelling-place, ﬂinging wide the doors which open on boundless horizons.


The Mother: HAT are these powerful gods whose hour of manifestation upon earth has come, if not the varied and perfected modes of Thy inﬁnite activity, O Thou Master of all things, Being and Non-Being and What is beyond, Marvellous Unknowable One, our sovereign Lord? . . .  What are these manifold brilliant intellectual activities, these countless sunbeams illumining, conceiving and fashioning all forms, if not one of the modes of being of Thy inﬁnite Will, one of the means of Thy manifestation, O Thou Master of our destinies, sole unthinkable Reality, sovereign Lord of all that is and all that is not yet. . . .  And all these mental powers, all these vital energies, and all these material elements, what are they if not Thyself in Thy outermost form, Thy ultimate modes of expression, of realisation, O Thou whom we adore devotedly and who escapest us on every side even while penetrating, animating and guiding us, Thou whom we cannot understand or deﬁne or name, Thou whom we cannot seize or embrace or conceive, and who art yet realised in our smallest acts. . . .  And all this enormous universe is only an atom of Thy eternal Will.  In the immensity of Thy effective Presence all things blossom!


The Mother: LL the being, this morning, is mute adoration and the immensity of Thy love ﬁlls its soul. . . .  The preparation and the work, the work and the preparation alternate and interpenetrate to such an extent that sometimes it becomes difﬁcult to distinguish them; and their combination constitutes Thy divine life upon earth. What one must be, what one must do: the perfecting of Thy instrument and its utilisation go together; sometimes Thou wantest it to enrich itself and grow, to open all its doors on inﬁnite horizons, to unite with the god it can manifest, to develop its power of conscious relation with the various worlds, and sometimes Thou wantest that, losing so to speak all consciousness of itself, it may be nothing but Thy force in action. And in the two is found the supreme law of communion with Thy will.


The Mother: All the being, this morning, is mute adoration and the immensity of Thy love ﬁlls its soul.    LORD, O eternal Master!  Men, driven by the conﬂict of forces, are performing a sublime sacriﬁce, they are offering their lives in a bloodstained holocaust. . . .   O Lord, O eternal Master, grant that all this may not be in vain, grant that the inexhaustible torrents of Thy divine Force may spread over the earth and penetrate its troubled atmosphere, the struggling energies, the violent chaos of battling elements; grant that the pure light of Thy Knowledge and the inexhaustible love of Thy Benediction may ﬁll men’s hearts, penetrate their souls, illumine their consciousness and, out of this obscurity, out of this sombre, terrible and potent darkness, bring forth the splendour of Thy majestic Presence!


The Mother: My being is laid before Thee in a holocaust conscious and complete, that their unconscious holocaust may by it be made effective.  Accept the offering, answer our call:!    ETERNAL Master, Thou art in all things like a vivifying breath, a sweet peace, a sun of luminous love piercing the clouds of darkness.


The Mother: Grant that we may be Thy vivifying breath, Thy sweet peace, Thy luminous love upon the earth amidst our ignorant and sorrowful human brothers.   O divine Master, accept the offering of all myself as a holocaust that Thy work may be accomplished and the time may not pass by in vain.  In a serene ecstasy I give myself to Thee, that Thou mayst once again become the Master of what is Thine, the possessor of Thyself in each one of the countless atoms and in the consciousness that is synthetic and one.  O divine Master, accept this offering, this complete holocaust that the time may not have come in vain.


The Mother: My whole being is transformed into a living ﬂame, a ﬂame of sacriﬁce of pure love.  Become once again the king of Thy kingdom, deliver the earth from the heavy weight which is crushing it, the weight of its own inert, ignorant, and obscure ill will.  O my sweet Master, my being is ablaze with the ardent ﬂame of the sacriﬁce of love: accept my offering that the obstacle may be overcome.   HAT then are the defects, the blemishes that prevent the offering from being complete enough for Thee to welcome it, the holocaust from seeming to Thee worthy to be received? . . .


The Mother: There are still some limitations in this being, but wilt Thou not shatter them?   O Lord, we know that it is an hour of great gravity for the earth: those who can be Thy intermediaries to it to make a greater harmony arise from the conﬂict and from its dark ugliness a diviner beauty, must be ready for the work. O Lord, O eternal Master, we entreat Thee, answer our endeavour, enlighten it, show us the way, give us the strength to break down all inner resistance and overcome every obstacle.  O my sweet Master, I prostrate myself at Thy feet; my entire being cries to Thee in an ardent supplication. . . .


The Mother: “Deliver me from the incapacity of the personal being.”   Y pen is silent. . . . So absorbing is this material world! Why must we let it take so much place in our consciousness? Is it an incapacity in us?


The Mother: Is it Thy Will?  O my sweet Master, I would live only in Thee but Thou hast told me that I must live Thee, and in thus living for Thee our consciousness turns towards external ﬁelds and we seem to go far from Thee.   I know this is not altogether true; but there is a resistance still in the being which refuses to yield, there is a door which remains closed, a certain door of luminous intelligence which no effort has been able till now to open, and this terribly impoverishes Thy manifestation.  When wilt Thou decide that the hour has come for all this resistance to disappear?


The Mother: Monstrous forces have swooped down upon the earth like a hurricane, forces dark and violent and powerful and blind. Give us strength, O Lord, to illumine them.  Thy splendour must break out everywhere in them and transﬁgure their action: their devastating passage must leave behind it a divine sowing. . . .  O my divine Master, do not reject my offering. Make me worthy to be wholly Thine in the plenitude of the giving and the fullness of the manifestation.


The Mother: ORD, we are before Thee that Thy will may be done.   Remove from our thought all obstacles, doubts, all weaknesses, limitations, all that veils our knowledge and obscures our understanding.  I am athirst for Thy consciousness, I am athirst for an integral union with Thee, not in inaction and a ﬂight from physical activity but in a complete, absolute, perfect accomplishment of Thy will.  The splendour of Thy supreme light must spring forth from all the darkness that has swept down upon the earth.


The Mother: MY sweet Master, enter into all these confused thoughts, all these anguished hearts; kindle there the ﬁre of Thy divine Presence. The shadow of the earth has fallen back upon it, it has been completely shaken by it; but this shadow was hiding Thy immutable sun, and now that it has crashed down upon this poor world, rocking its very foundations and transforming it into a formidable chaos, wilt Thou not once again move upon the chaos and speak Thy will: “Let there be Light”?   O Thou marvellous Unknown One, Thou who hast not yet manifested Thyself, Thou who awaitest the propitious hour and hast sent us upon earth to prepare Thy ways, all the elements of this being cry to Thee, “May Thy will be done” and give themselves to Thee in a supreme, unconquerable urge. . . .  Envelop this sorrowful earth with the strong arms of Thy mercy, permeate it with the beneﬁcent outpourings of Thy inﬁnite love.


The Mother: I am the powerful arms of Thy mercy.  I am the vast bosom of Thy boundless love. . . . My arms have enfolded the sorrowful earth and press it tenderly to my generous heart; and slowly a kiss of supreme benediction is laid upon this struggling atom: the kiss of the Mother which soothes and heals. . . .   HE being stands before Thee, with arms lifted, palms open, in an ardent aspiration.


The Mother: O sweet Master, it is a Love more wonderful and formidable than any manifested so far which the earth needs; it is for this Love that it yearns. . . . Who will be capable and worthy of being its intermediary to it? Who?  That matters little; but it must be done. O Lord, answer my call, accept the offering of my being despite its little worth and its limitations: Come.


The Mother: More, always more; may the regenerating streams roll over the earth in beneﬁcent waves. Transﬁgure and illumine. Work this supreme miracle so long awaited, and break all ignorant egoisms; awaken Thy sublime ﬂame in every heart. Do not let us become benumbed in a tranquil serenity. We ought not to take any rest before Thy new and sovereign Love is manifested.


The Mother: Listen to our prayer; answer our call: Come!   OR three days I waited in an ardent prayer, hoping to see the new things . . . and all the obstacles surged up to veil, retard, deform Thy manifestation. And now we do not seem any nearer the goal than before.  O my sweet Master, why hast Thou told me to leave the blessed place in Thy heart and return to earth to attempt a realisation which everything seems to prove impossible?


The Mother: . . . What dost Thou expect of me that Thou hast torn me away from my divine and wonderful contemplation and plunged me again into this dark, struggling universe? When Thy force descends towards the earth in order to manifest, each one of the great Asuric beings who have resolved to be Thy servitors but preserved their nature’s characteristic of domination and self-will, wants to pull it down for itself alone and distribute it to others afterwards; it always thinks it should be the sole or at least the supreme intermediary, and that the contact of all others with Thy Power cannot and should not be made except through its mediation. This unfortunate meanness is more or less conscious, but it is always there, delaying things indeﬁnitely. If even for the greatest it is impossible in the integral manifestation to escape these lamentable limitations, why, O Lord, impose upon me the calvary of this constraint? . . .


The Mother: If Thou willest that it be thus, Thou shouldst rend the last veil and Thy splendour come in all its purity and transﬁgure the world!   Accomplish this miracle or else let me withdraw into Thee.   LL errors, all prejudices, all misunderstandings must  vanish in this whirlwind of destruction that is carrying away the past.


The Mother: . . . The light must become perfectly pure, free from all limitation, so that Thou canst manifest Thyself fully within it. Lord, Thou hast the Power and Thou wilt realise this supreme miracle. . . .  Into this consciousness Thou hast put the certitude of victory!


The Mother: ET me turn to Thee in a profound and silent contemplation; let me place this integral being and its multiple activities at Thy feet as an offering; let me stop all the play of these forces, unify all these consciousnesses, so that one alone may persist, the one which is able to hear Thy command and understand it; let me plunge again into Thee as in a sovereignly beneﬁcent sea, that which puriﬁes from all ignorance. I feel as if I have gone down very deep into an unfathomable abyss of doubt and darkness, as if I am exiled from Thy eternal splendour; but I know that in this descent is the possibility of a higher ascent which will enable me to span a vaster horizon and draw a little nearer to Thy inﬁnite heavens. Thy light is there, steady and guiding, shining without intermission in the depths of the abyss as in the luminous splendours; and a serene conﬁdence, a calm indifference, a tranquil certitude dwell permanently in my consciousness. . . . I am like a boat which has long enjoyed the delights of the port and, despite the dark storm-laden clouds which hide the sun, unfurls its sails to launch forth into the great unknown, towards shores unheard of, towards new lands.  I am Thine, Lord, without any restriction or preference; may Thy will be done in all its rigorous plenitude; all my being adheres to it with a joyous acceptance and a calm serenity.


The Mother: I have no longer any idea about the future: it is Thou who wilt awaken the new conception more closely answering Thy law.  In a most perfect surrender and a most entire trust I wait: Thy voice showing me Thy path.   O see the goal from a new angle which may usefully light up the others, we should constantly renew the experience of the inner discovery and return to the extreme limit of consciousness without at any time postulating beforehand what the end of our journey will be.  But instinctively the mind remembers the impression that it received from one or from some of the former contacts of our consciousness with the ultimate centre, and tells itself: “That is what one ﬁnds at the end of the road.” It does not realise that the “That” which is in its thought is only one of countless ways of translating the goal or even of travestying it, nor does it perceive that the intellectual conception should follow the experience and not precede it.


The Mother: To retrace the path in all innocence as though one had never before travelled it, is the true purity, the perfect sincerity — the sincerity that brings an uninterrupted progress, growth, an integral perfectioning.  Despite myself, in the silence of all thought, that is, of all conscious formulas, something in my being, deeper than words, turns to Thee, O ineffable Lord, in an ardent aspiration, giving Thee in offering all its activities, all its elements, all its modes of being, and imploring for all these the supreme illumination.  . . . O Thou, whom I cannot think, but whom with certitude I know!    LORD, Lord, the whole earth is in an upheaval; it groans and suffers, it is in agony . . .


The Mother: all this suffering that has descended upon it must not be in vain; grant that all this bloodshed may produce a swifter germination of the seeds of beauty and light and love which must blossom and cover the earth with their rich harvest. Out of the depths of this abysm of darkness the whole being of the earth cries to Thee that Thou mayst give it air and light; it is stiﬂing, wilt Thou not come to its aid?  O Lord, what must we do to triumph?  Hear us, for we must conquer at any price. Break down every resistance: appear!


The Mother: ORD, it is in a heart-felt gratitude that I draw near to Thee. Thou hast given me the ﬁrst words of the knowledge I so longed for, and with this knowledge has come effectivity, the true power in each ﬁeld of realisation.  It is only a beginning, it is not an accomplishment; but the road opens, visible and straight, there is nothing to do but to follow it; the veil is rent in answer to the humble but all-powerful effort of the dark days. Grant, O Lord, that the path may be thus lit up for all, and that after having seen clearly into ourselves there may not be any new difﬁculties for the knowledge to become conscious in others. Despite everything, a human being, no matter how great, is limited, at least for a long time, by the very fact that he is human and because, even when he is in contact with immensity, this immensity is translated in his outer consciousness from the angle of his own personality.


The Mother: It is very difﬁcult for him not to have a perspective partially obliterated as it were by his own viewpoint. But these last obstacles must be overcome, deﬁnitively broken down, so that they may no longer be able to rise again. The road must be entirely free and the knowledge that has been glimpsed become ﬁrmly established. Thy grace is with us, Lord, and it never leaves us, even when appearances are dark; night is sometimes necessary to prepare more perfect dawns. But perhaps this time Thou hast placed us in the presence of the Dawn that does not pass away. . . .


The Mother: Receive the offerings of our ardent gratitude and our integral surrender.   I knew that this notebook would end with the closing of one phase of my spiritual life. That is indeed what is happening.  The light has come, the road has opened; with a grateful bow to the laborious past, we shall move swiftly forward on the new way opened wide by Thee before us.


The Mother: On the threshold of this new ﬁeld of a vaster and more conscious realisation, we bow before Thee, O Lord, in an integral surrender and adoration. We give ourselves to Thee without reservation.  Once again it is Thou who livest in us, and Thou alone. Thou hast once more become the King of Thy kingdom, but a kingdom vaster and more perfect, a kingdom more worthy of Thy rule.


The Mother: LORD, let Thy Will be done, Thy work be accomplished. Fortify our devotion, increase our surrender, give us light upon the path. We erect Thee within us as our supreme Master that Thou mayst become supreme Master of all the earth.  Our speech is still ignorant: enlighten it.  Our aspiration is still imperfect: purify it.


The Mother: Our action is still powerless: make it effective.   O Lord, the earth groans and suffers; chaos has made this world its abode.   The darkness is so deep that Thou alone canst dispel it.


The Mother: Come, manifest Thyself, that Thy work may be accomplished.    MY sweet Master, O Lord of Felicity, all these worlds of felicity interpenetrating and completing one another are an immensity difﬁcult to perceive in their totality.   Give us the knowledge of these laws, give us the power to awaken the earth to an understanding and perception of the aim so blindly pursued.  In all things Thou art the happiness without alloy, a blessed felicity . . .


The Mother: but the felicity is perfect only when it is integral, from the most external manifestations down into the most unfathomable depths.  O Lord, Thou hast placed me on a threshold of wonder; conﬁrm me in this knowledge. Establish me in that centre of consciousness whence all my activities will be an unmixed expression of Thy law.  In a potent and mute adoration, I wait.   O be the divine love, love powerful, inﬁnite, unfathomable, in every activity, in all the worlds of being — it is for this I cry to Thee, O Lord.


The Mother: Let me be consumed with this love divine, love powerful, inﬁnite, unfathomable, in every activity, in all the worlds of being! Transmute me into that burning brazier so that all the atmosphere of earth may be puriﬁed with its ﬂame.  Oh, to be Thy Love inﬁnitely. . . .


The Mother: LORD, O eternal Master, my thought lies mute and powerless before Thee but my heart calls to Thee; awaken all my being that it may be for Thee, entirely, the needed instrument, the perfect servitor.  Oh, to be inﬁnitely Thou, Thou in all things, Thou everywhere, Thou always, the absolute silence, the absolute movement . . .  To be nothing other than the One, all-containing, contained in all — free from every limitation and from all blindness.  O Supreme Triumphant, triumph over every obstacle.   HAT would be the use of man if he were not created to throw a bridge between That which eternally but is unmanifested and that which is manifested, between all the transcendences and splendours of the divine life and all the dark and sorrowful ignorance of the material world?


The Mother: Man is the link between What must be and what is; he is the footbridge thrown across the abyss, he is the great cross-shaped X, the quaternary connecting link.  His true domicile, the effective seat of his consciousness should be in the intermediary world at the meeting-point of the four arms of the cross, just where all the inﬁnitude of the Unthinkable comes to take a precise form so that it may be projected into the innumerable manifestation. . . .  That centre is a place of supreme love, of perfect consciousness, of pure and total knowledge. There establish, O Lord, those who can, who must and truly want to serve Thee, so that Thy work may be accomplished, the bridge deﬁnitively established, and Thy forces poured unwearyingly over the world.   N this formidable disorder and terrible destruction can be seen a great working, a necessary toil preparing the earth for a new sowing which will rise in marvellous spikes of grain and give to the world the shining harvest of a new race. . . .


The Mother: The vision is clear and precise, the plan of Thy divine law so plainly traced that peace has come back and installed itself in the hearts of the workers.  There are no more doubts and hesitations, no longer any anguish or impatience. There is only the grand straight line of the work eternally accomplishing itself in spite of all, against all, despite all contrary appearances and illusory detours. These physical personalities, moments unseizable in the inﬁnite Becoming, know that they will have made humanity take one farther step, infallibly and without care for the inevitable results, whatever be the apparent momentary consequences: they unite themselves with Thee, O Master eternal, they unite themselves with Thee, O Mother universal, and in this double identity with That which is beyond and That which is all the manifestation they taste the inﬁnite joy of the perfect certitude.  Peace, peace in all the world.


The Mother: . . .  War is an appearance, Turmoil is an illusion, Peace is there, immutable peace.  Mother, sweet Mother who I am, Thou art at once the destroyer and the builder.   The whole universe lives in Thy breast with all its life innumerable and Thou livest in Thy immensity in the least of its atoms.


The Mother: And the aspiration of Thy inﬁnitude turns towards That which is not manifested to cry to it for a manifestation ever more complete and more perfect.  All, in one time, in a triple and clairvoyant total Consciousness, the Individual, the Universal, the Inﬁnite.    MOTHER Divine, with what fervour, what ardent love I came to Thee in Thy deepest consciousness, in Thy high status of sublime love and perfect felicity, and I  nestled so close into Thy arms and loved Thee with so intense a love that I became altogether Thyself.


The Mother: Then in the silence of our mute ecstasy a voice from yet profounder depths arose and the voice said, “Turn towards those who have need of thy love.” All the grades of consciousness appeared, all the successive worlds. Some were splendid and luminous, well ordered and clear; there knowledge was resplendent, expression was harmonious and vast, will was potent and invincible. Then the worlds darkened in a multiplicity more and more chaotic, the Energy became violent and the material world obscure and sorrowful. And when in our inﬁnite love we perceived in its entirety the hideous suffering of the world of misery and ignorance, when we saw our children locked in a sombre struggle, ﬂung upon each other by energies that had deviated from their true aim, we willed ardently that the light of Divine Love should be made manifest, a transﬁguring force at the centre of these distracted elements.


The Mother: Then, that the will might be yet more powerful and effective, we turned towards Thee, O unthinkable Supreme, and we implored Thy aid. And from the unsounded depths of the Unknown a reply came sublime and formidable and we knew that the earth.   ARKNESS has descended upon the earth, thick, violent, victorious . . . All is sadness, terror, destruction in the physical world, and the splendour of Thy light of love seems darkened by a veil of mourning. . . .  O sweet Mother, I merge into Thee in an immense love and an intense supplication to the Lord of all things that may show us the way, that may trace out for us the path of His work, so that we may tread it boldly.


The Mother: Time presses: the divine powers must come, O Lord, to the help of the agonised earth.  O Mother, sweet Mother, Thou dost clasp all Thy children close to Thy vast breast, and Thy love enfolds them all alike.  I have become the purifying ﬁre of Thy love. O Lord, silent Unthinkable One, accept the holocaust of this brazier of love, that Thy reign may come, Thy light triumph over darkness and death.


The Mother: Manifest Thy power. From day to day, from hour to hour we implore Thee: “O Lord, manifest Thy power!”   “ACE the danger!” Thou saidst to me, “why dost thou wish to turn away thy gaze or ﬂee far away from action, ﬂee from the battle, into the deep contemplation of Truth?  It is its integral manifestation which must be realised, its victory over all the obstacles of blind ignorance and dark hostility.


The Mother: Look the danger straight in the face and it will vanish before the Power.”  O Lord, I understood the weakness of this most external nature which is always ready to surrender material things and escape, as a compensation, into a supreme intellectual and spiritual independence. But Thou expectest action from us, and action does not allow such an attitude. It is not enough to triumph in the inner worlds, we must triumph right down to the most material worlds. We must not ﬂee from the difﬁculty or obstacle, because we have the power to do so by taking refuge in the consciousness where there are no obstacles.


The Mother: . . . We must look the danger straight in the face with faith in Thy Omnipotence, and Thy Omnipotence will triumph.   Give me integrally the heart of the ﬁghter, O Lord, and Thy victory is sure.  “Conquer at any price” should be the present motto.


The Mother: Not because one is attached to the work and its results, not because one needs such an action, not because one is incapable of escaping from all contingencies.   But because Thou hast commanded action from us.  But because the hour of Thy triumph upon earth has come. But because Thou willest the integral victory.


The Mother: And in an inﬁnite love for the world . . . let us ﬁght!   IGHER, ever higher! Let us never be satisﬁed with what is achieved, let us not stop at any realisation, let us march always onwards, ceaselessly, energetically, towards an ever completer manifestation, an ever higher and more total consciousness. . . . Yesterday’s victory must be only a stepping-stone to the victory of tomorrow, and the power of the day gone by a weakness beside the effectivity to come.


The Mother: O Mother Divine, Thy march is triumphal and uninterrupted. He who unites with Thee in integral love journeys unceasingly towards ever vaster horizons, towards an ever completer realisation, leaping from peak to peak in the splendour of Thy light, to the conquest of the marvellous secrets of the Unknown and their integral manifestation.  O divine Victor, all the earth sings Thy praises, and all forces will obey Thee.  For the Lord has said: “The hour has come.”  And all obstacles will be surmounted.


The Mother: HE world is divided between two opposite forces struggling for supremacy, and both are equally against Thy law, O Lord; for Thou dost not want either mortal stagnation or blind destruction. It is in a constant, progressive and luminous transformation that Thou expressest Thyself; and it is this we must establish upon earth if we want to manifest Thy will.  At times our impatience would like to know immediately the means of this manifestation. But our impatience is futile and receives no answer. For the knowledge will come at the opportune moment, at the moment of action.


The Mother: Hence it is with the thought at peace and with the realising will calm and strong that we await the sign Thou wilt give us.   HY love is like a rising tide, invading the entire being and breaking upon all things. Lord, Thy love will penetrate all hearts and kindle in them the divine ﬂame which never goes out, the divine beauty which does not fade, and, above every contrast and contradiction, it will establish in all that unchanging Bliss which is the supreme good.  Thy light is like a rising tide, invading the entire being and breaking upon all things. Lord, Thy light will penetrate all thoughts and create in them that sovereign clarity which does not waver, the divine clear-sightedness which never errs, and, above every contrast and contradiction, it will establish in all the splendour of Thy knowledge which is the supreme wisdom.


The Mother: Thy force is like a rising tide, invading the entire being and breaking upon all things. Lord, Thy force will penetrate all life and create in it the effective strength which never fails, the divine power which is invincible, and, above every contrast and contradiction, it will establish in all Thy mastering energy which is the supreme will.   ITH fervour I hail Thee, O divine Mother, and in deep affection identify myself with Thee. United with our divine Mother I turn, O Lord, to Thee, and bow to Thee in mute adoration and in an ardent aspiration identify myself with Thee.


The Mother: Then all becomes a marvellous Silence; Being is absorbed in Non-Being, all is suspended, at rest, motionless.  How shall one express the inexpressible?   HERE is no longer an “I”, no longer an individuality, no longer any personal limits. There is only the immense universe, our sublime Mother, burning with an ardent ﬁre of puriﬁcation in honour of Thee, O Lord, divine Master, sovereign Will, so that this Will may meet with no farther obstacle in the way of its realisation.  A mighty canticle of fervent love and exultation arises to Thee, O Lord, all the earth in an inexpressible ecstasy unites with Thee.


The Mother: Let Thy potent breath feed the brazier, that it may become ever vaster and more formidable, that all darkness and blind resistance may be absorbed, set ablaze, transﬁgured into Light in the marvellous purifying ﬂame.  Oh, the peace-giving splendour of Thy puriﬁcation!   EARKEN to the voice that rises, hearken to the chant that is lifted up to hail Thy divine Dawn.  Let the supreme Law be fulﬁlled; whether it be existence eternal, universal, or re-absorption into NonBeing matters little. Must one choose between the two?


The Mother: I cannot; in my consciousness there is no longer any preference, only one Will persists — Thine, O Ineffable.  And all this universe is now only a chant, ever vaster and more harmonious, arising to salute Thy divine Dawn.   O longer can any impulse to action come from outside or from any particular world. It is Thou, Lord, who settest all things in motion from the depths of the being, it is Thy will which directs, Thy force which acts; and no longer in the limited ﬁeld of a small individual consciousness but in the universal ﬁeld of a consciousness which, in every state of being, is united with the whole.  And the being has at once the conscious perception of all universal movements in their complexity and even their confusion, and the silent and perfect peace of Thy sovereign immutability.


The Mother: Y pen is mute, for thought is silent, but my heart aspires to Thee, O Lord, uniting Thee with our divine Mother in one love, one veneration. And through Thee the entire being strains towards the Ineffable; beyond Being, beyond the very Silence, that is united with That.    LORD, Thou who art on the threshold of the Unknowable, I greet Thee!  And is it not Thou greeting Thy own self in the Unthinkable Essence of Being, in its immeasurable depths, and even in its most external realisations? For the Being is Thyself, whatever its mode of existence, and the Unthinkable Eternal is also Thyself in Thy essence.