The Mother: And this integral consciousness Thou hast made ours, so that we may be Thyself, not only in fact but consciously and effectively. And thus all is an interchange of salutations full of love and joyous adoration, in an ardent aspiration of our Mother towards Thee and an inﬁnite and powerful response from Thee to our Mother, and ﬁnally from the totality of Thyself to all that is not yet manifested, to all the Unknowable which we shall know more and more, better and better, but which will ever remain the Unknowable.  In the absolute silence all is, now and eternally; in the universal manifestation all will be in a perpetual becoming.   In the perfection of consciousness and the integral life, the being sings a canticle of gladness for That which at once is and will be eternally.


The Mother: Hail to Thee, Master of the world, art Thou not the intermediary between what is and what will be, even while being simultaneously what is and what will be?  O marvellous Immensity, perceptible and indeﬁnable at once, in an integral illumination I bow to Thee.   OW present Thou art in our midst, beloved Mother!  It is as if Thou wouldst assure us of Thy complete assistance, as if Thou wouldst show us that the Will which means to manifest through us, has found in us instruments which can realise Its Law, by placing it in complete accordance with Thy present possibilities. The things which seemed most difﬁcult, most improbable, perhaps even most impossible, become wholly realisable, because Thy Presence is our assurance that the material world itself is prepared to manifest the new form of the Will and the Law.


The Mother: I greet Thee in the joyful plenitude of perfect harmony — Thee, Thy Principle and Thy works.    DIVINE and adorable Mother, with Thy help what is there that is impossible? The hour of realisations is near and Thou hast assured us of Thy aid that we may perform integrally the supreme Will.  Thou hast accepted us as ﬁt intermediaries between the unthinkable realities and the relativities of the physical world, and Thy constant presence in our midst is a token of Thy active collaboration.  The Lord has willed and Thou dost execute: A new Light shall break upon the earth.


The Mother: A new world shall be born, And the things that were promised shall be fulﬁlled.   Y pen is mute to chant Thy presence, O Lord; yet art Thou like a king who has taken entire possession of his kingdom. Thou art there, organising, putting all in place, developing and increasing every province. Thou awakenest those that were asleep. Thou makest active those that were sinking towards inertia; Thou art building a harmony out of the whole.


The Mother: A day will come when the harmony shall be achieved and all the country shall be by its very life the bearer of Thy word and Thy manifestation.  But meanwhile my pen is mute to chant Thy praise.   ORD, Thou hast broken down the barriers of thought and the realisation has appeared in all its amplitude. Not to forget any of its aspects, to carry out their accomplishment at the same time, without neglecting any of them, not to allow any limitation, any restriction to come in the way and delay our march, this is what Thou wilt help us to do through Thy supreme intervention. And all those who are Thyself, manifesting Thee in the perfection of some particular activity, will also be our collaborators, for such is Thy Will.


The Mother: Our Divine Mother is with us and has promised us identiﬁcation with the supreme and total consciousness — from the unfathomable depths to the most external world of the senses. And in all these domains Agni assures us of the help of his purifying ﬂame, destroying all obstacles, kindling the energies, stimulating the will, so that the realisation may be hastened. Indra is with us for the perfection of the illumination in our knowledge; and the divine Soma has transformed us in his inﬁnite, sovereign, marvellous love, bringer of the supreme beatitudes. . . .


The Mother: O divine and sweet Mother, I bow to Thee with a rapt, ineffable tenderness, and with inﬁnite trust.  O splendid Agni, Thou who art so living within me, I call Thee, I invoke Thee that Thou mayst be more living still, that Thy brazier may become more immense, Thy ﬂames higher and more powerful, that the entire being may now be only an ardent burning, a purifying pyre.  O Indra, I venerate and admire Thee, I implore Thee  that Thou mayst unite with me, that Thou mayst deﬁnitively break down all the barriers of thought, that Thou mayst bestow upon me the divine knowledge.


The Mother: O Thou, Sublime Love, to whom I gave never any other name, but who art so wholly the very substance of my being, Thou whom I feel vibrant and alive in the least of my atoms even as in the inﬁnite universe and beyond, Thou who breathest in every breath, movest in the heart of all activities, art radiant through all that is of good will and hidden behind all sufferings, Thou for whom I cherish a cult without limit which grows ever more intense, permit that I may with more and more reason feel that I am Thyself wholly.  And Thou, O Lord, who art all this made one and much more, O sovereign Master, extreme limit of our thought, who standest for us at the threshold of the Unknown, make rise from that Unthinkable some new splendour, some possibility of a loftier and more integral realisation, that Thy work may be accomplished and the universe take one step farther towards the sublime Identity, the supreme Manifestation.  And now my pen falls mute and I adore Thee in silence.   N the calm silence of Thy contemplation, O Divine Master, Nature is fortiﬁed and tempered anew. All principle of individuality is overpassed, she is plunged in Thy inﬁnity that allows oneness to be realised in all domains without confusion, without disorder.


The Mother: The combined harmony of that which persists, that which progresses and that which eternally is, is little by little accomplished in an always more complex, more extended and more lofty equilibrium. And this interchange of the three modes of life allows the plenitude of the manifestation.  Many seek Thee at this hour in anguish and incertitude. May I be their mediator with Thee that Thy light may illumine them, that Thy peace may appease. My being is now only a point of support for Thy action and a centre for Thy consciousness.


The Mother: Where now are the limits, whither have ﬂed the obstacles? Thou art the sovereign Lord of Thy kingdom.    SWEET Mother, Thou shouldst teach me to be integrally and constantly Thyself, entirely consecrated to the giving of an ever more perfect means of expression to That which wills to manifest. . . .  All is calm, serene; there is no more struggle, no more anguish; aspiration itself becomes sovereignly peaceful in its immensity, yet loses nothing of its intensity; and through a curious opposition in the consciousness, like the obverse and reverse sides of a medal, the being perceives at one and the same time, the immutable calm of the inﬁnite Reality in which all is for ever without any possibility of change, and the ardent and rapid march of all that becomes without cessation in an uninterrupted progression . . . And to Thee, O Lord, both are equally true.


The Mother: H, let Light be poured on all the earth and Peace inhabit every heart. . . . Almost all know only the material life heavy, inert, conservative, obscure; their vital forces are so tied to this physical form of existence that, even when left to themselves and outside the body, they are still solely occupied with these material contingencies that are yet so harassing and painful. . . . Those in whom the mental life is awakened are restless, tormented, agitated, arbitrary, despotic. Caught altogether in the whirl of the renewals and transformations of which they dream, they are ready to destroy everything without knowledge of any foundation on which to construct, and with their light made only of blinding ﬂashes they increase yet more the confusion rather than help it to cease.


The Mother: In all there lacks the unchanging peace of Thy sovereign contemplation and the calm vision of Thy immutable eternity.  And with the inﬁnite gratitude of the individual being to whom Thou hast accorded this surpassing grace, I implore Thee, O Lord, that under cover of the present turmoil, in the very heart of this extreme confusion the miracle may be accomplished and Thy law of supreme serenity and pure unchanging light become visible to the perception of all and govern the earth in a humanity at last awakened to Thy divine consciousness.  O sweet Master, Thou hast heard my prayer, Thou wilt reply to my call.   HE joy that is contained in activity is compensated and balanced by the perhaps still greater joy contained in withdrawal from all activity; when the two states alternate in the being or are even simultaneously conscious, the felicity is complete, for then, O Lord, Thy plenitude is realised.  O divine Master, Thou hast granted to me the inﬁnitude of divine contemplation, the perfect calm of Thy Eternity, and through an identiﬁcation with our divine Mother, the All-Realiser, Thou hast permitted me to participate in her sovereign power to be conscious and active . . .


The Mother: In the omnipotent bliss of Thy inﬁnitude, I bow to Thee!   AY the offering of my being, constantly renewed and growing more and more integral, be laid before the Supreme Reality, the Unthinkable who cannot be formulated, but who, in time, expresses himself eternally in an ever completer and more perfect manifestation. O Thou whom I cannot name, Thou whose will I perceive in supreme silence and total surrender, let me be the representative of all the earth, so that, united with my consciousness, it may give itself unreservedly to Thee.  Thou art the perfect peace and the marvellous accomplishment; Thou art all that the universe is, immutably, beyond time, and wants to be more and more in the consciousness of time and space. Thou art all that is in the inﬁnite stillness and the divine hope of all that wants to be.


The Mother: . . . Lord, dispense to the world Thy unbelievable boons.  Peace, peace upon all the earth!   HY this persistent feeling so tinged with uneasiness and expectancy?


The Mother: The being, entirely turned to Thee, lives in the beatitude of the divine communion; all is calm, serene, strong, sovereignly peaceful; all is light in widened horizons and, in silent contemplation, my devotion has become intenser yet. What then is this sensation which seems as though grafted upon the being and takes on the appearance of a warning given to a consciousness insufﬁciently awakened in the domain of Matter?  I ask why, O Lord, and yet I know that if it is necessary for me to understand the reason, Thou hast already told it to me and only my incapacity keeps me from knowing it; or else to know it is neither useful nor even helpful for me, and in this case nothing will reply to my question. . . .  But the peace becomes more sovereign still and in an inﬁnite harmony the being takes on its supreme amplitude.  O Lord, with what fervour I greet Thee!


The Mother: T was their sorrow and suffering which the physical being was feeling, Lord. When will ignorance dissolve?  When will pain cease? O Lord, grant that each element of the universe may become conscious of its principle of being and, without disappearing, be transformed; may the veils of egoistic blindness which hide Thee be removed and mayst Thou appear resplendent in the total manifestation. All this is eternally in Thy absolute silence; but it is through an inﬁnite progression that it manifests in the integral consciousness.


The Mother: OTHER Divine, Thou art with us; every day Thou givest me the assurance and, closely united in an identity that grows more and more total, more and more constant, we turn to the Lord of the Universe and to That which is beyond in a great aspiration towards the new Light. All the earth is in our arms like a sick child who must be cured and for whom one has a special affection because of his very weakness. Cradled on the immensity of the eternal becomings, ourselves those becomings, we contemplate hushed and glad the eternity of the immobile Silence where all is realised in the perfect Consciousness and immutable Existence, miraculous gate of all the unknown that is beyond.  Then is the veil torn, the inexpressible Glory uncovered and, suffused with the ineffable Splendour, we turn back towards the world to bring it the glad tidings.  Lord, Thou hast given me the happiness inﬁnite.


The Mother: What being, what circumstance can have the power to take it away from me?   T is Thy Will that I should be like a channel, always open, always wider, through which Thy forces may pour themselves in abundance on the world. . . . O Lord, let Thy Will be done. Am I not Thy Will and Thy Consciousness in a felicity supreme? . . .  The being grows immeasurably in largeness and becomes vast like the universe.


The Mother: MOTHER divine, the obstacles shall be overcome, the enemies appeased; Thou shalt dominate the whole earth with Thy sovereign love, and every consciousness shall be illumined with Thy serenity .  This is the promise.    LORD, the entire being is ready and it calls Thee to take possession of what is Thine; of what service can be the instrument if the Master will not use it? And whatever be the mode of manifestation, it shall be well, from the most humble, most obscure, most material, most outwardly limited, to the vastest, most brilliant, most powerful, most intellectual.


The Mother: The entire being is ready and waits in a passive silence until it is Thy Will to manifest.   Y aspiration to Thee, O Lord, has taken the form of a beautiful rose, harmonious, full in bloom, rich in fragrance. I stretch it out to Thee with both arms in a gesture of offering and I ask of Thee: If my understanding is limited, widen it; if my knowledge is obscure, enlighten it; if my heart is empty of ardour, set it aﬂame; if my love is insigniﬁcant, make it intense; if my feelings are ignorant and egoistic, give them the full consciousness in the Truth. And the “I” which demands this of Thee, O Lord, is not a little personality lost amidst thousands of others. It is the whole earth that aspires to Thee in a movement full of fervour.


The Mother: In the perfect silence of my contemplation all widens to inﬁnity, and in the perfect peace of that silence Thou appearest in the resplendent glory of Thy Light.   OR quite a long time, Lord, my pen had fallen silent. . . . Yet hast Thou given me hours of unforgettable illumination, hours in which the union between the most divine Consciousness and the most material grew perfect, hours when the identiﬁcation of the individual being with the universal Mother and of the universal Mother with Thee was so complete that the individual consciousness could perceive simultaneously its own existence, the life of the entire universe and Thy eternity beyond all change.  Beatitude was at its height in an ineffable and inﬁnite peace, the consciousness luminous and immeasurable, complex and yet one, existence all-powerful, master of death. And this is no longer a ﬂeeting state, attained after a long concentration, vanishing as soon as it is born; it is a state that can last long hours full of eternity, hours at once instantaneous and interminable, a state brought about at will, that is to say, one which is permanent, one with which the most external consciousness comes into contact as soon as any occasion allows it, as soon as it is no longer occupied with a deﬁnite intellectual or physical task.


The Mother: In all work, constantly, there is the perception of Thy invariable presence in Thy dual form of Non-Being and Being, but as though behind a ﬁne veil woven by the indispensable concentration upon the work that is done; while in the hours of solitude the being is immediately enveloped by a marvellously powerful atmosphere, limpid, calm, divine; it lies merged within it, and then the life of splendour begins again in all its amplitude,  all its complexity, all its sublimity; the physical body is gloriﬁed, supple, vigorous, energetic; the mind is superbly active in its calm lucidity, guiding and transmitting the forces of Thy divine Will; and all the being exults in an endless beatitude, a boundless love, a sovereign power, a perfect knowledge, an inﬁnite consciousness. . . . It is Thyself and Thou alone who livest, even in the least atom of the body-substance itself.   Thus the solid foundations of Thy terrestrial work are prepared, the substructure of the immense ediﬁce built; in every corner of the world one of Thy divine stones is laid by the power of conscious and formative thought;  and in the hour of realisations the earth, thus prepared, will be ready to receive the sublime temple of Thy new and more complete manifestation.


The Mother: OR the plenitude of Thy Light we invoke Thee, O Lord! Awaken in us the power to express Thee.  All is mute in the being as in a desert crypt; but in the heart of the shadow, in the bosom of the silence burns the lamp that can never be extinguished, the ﬁre of an ardent aspiration to know Thee and totally to live Thee .


The Mother: The nights follow the days, new dawns unweariedly succeed to past dawns, but always there mounts the scented ﬂame that no storm-wind can force to vacillate.  Higher it climbs and higher and one day attains the vault still closed, the last obstacle opposing our union. And so pure, so erect, so proud is the ﬂame that suddenly the obstacle is dissolved.  Then Thou appearest in all Thy splendour, in the dazzling force of Thy inﬁnite glory; at Thy contact the ﬂame changes into a column of light that chases the shadows away for ever.  And the Word leaps forth, a supreme revelation.


The Mother: LORD, for perfect consciousness we aspire . . .  All the being is gathered into a well-tied sheaf made of various but harmonised ﬂowers. The will was the hand that gathered the ﬂowers and the tie that bound the sheaf and it is the will that now holds it out to Thee like a scented offering. To Thee it is held out unweariedly, without faltering.    LORD, Thy Presence is settled within me like an unshakable rock; and the whole being exults in belonging to Thee without the least reserve, with a wide and complete surrender.


The Mother: O Consciousness, immobile and serene, Thou watchest at the conﬁnes of the world like the sphinx of eternity.  And yet to some Thou yieldest Thy secret.  They can become Thy sovereign Will which chooses without preference, executes without desire.   HE one important thing is the goal to be reached; the road matters little, and often it is preferable not to know it beforehand. But what we need to know is whether the time for the divine action upon earth has really come, and whether the work conceived in the depths can be realised.


The Mother: Of this, O Lord, Thou hast given us the assurance, an assurance which has been accompanied by the most powerful promise that Nature, the universal Consciousness can possibly make. . . . Thus we have the certitude that what must be done will be done and that our present individual beings are in reality called upon to collaborate in this glorious victory, this new manifestation. What more do we need to know? Nothing. So it is with the greatest conﬁdence that we can witness the formidable ﬁght, the onslaught of the adverse forces, which, unknowingly, ﬁnally serve in the realisation of Thy plan.


The Mother: We would be wrong to feel anxious because it is not given to us to know how it serves Thy plan and by what means Thou wilt triumph over all resistances; for Thy triumph is so perfect that every obstacle, every ill-will, every hatred raised up against Thee is a promise of a still vaster and more complete victory.  From the sum of resistances, one can gauge the scope Thou wouldst give to the action of that among Thy pure forces which is coming to manifest upon earth. What opposes is just that upon which it is the mission of these forces to act; it is the darkest hatred which must be touched and transformed into luminous peace.   If the human individual Thou hast chosen as Thy centre of action and Thy intermediary meets with few obstacles, few misunderstandings and little hatred, it means that Thou hast entrusted to him a limited mission without any intensity. It is in the narrow circle of already prepared men of goodwill that he will act and not upon the chaotic and confused mass of terrestrial substance.


The Mother: O divine Master, this knowledge which Thou hast given me, let all of us share, so that the peace of conviction may reign in our hearts and we may, in the calm of Thy sovereign certitude, confront with head held high all that, unconsciously attracted to the transﬁguration, plunges headlong into blind ignorance, believing it will be able to destroy the Transﬁguring Love.   HOU art like the wind upon the sea, driving the boat back ashore until it is at last loaded with all the goods necessary for the long voyage. Thou wouldst not have us embark thoughtlessly. Thy servitors must be ready for all eventualities, must be capable of answering all demands, satisfying all needs.   LAS, sublime Mother, how great must be Thy patience!


The Mother: Each time Thy conscious will attempts to manifest itself in order to rectify errors, to hasten the uncertain progress of the individual led astray by his own illusion of knowledge, to trace the sure path and give him the strength to walk steadily upon it without stumbling, almost always he pushes Thee away as a tiresome and short-sighted adviser. He is willing to love Thee in theory with a vague and inconsistent love, but his proud mind refuses to conﬁde in Thee and prefers to wander all by itself rather than advance guided by Thee.  And Thou repliest, ever smiling in Thy unwearying benevolence: “This intellectual faculty which makes man proud and leads him into error is the very same which, once enlightened and puriﬁed, can also lead him farther, higher than universal nature, to a direct and conscious communion with our Lord, with That which is beyond all manifestation. This dividing intellect, which makes him stand apart from me, also enables him to scale rapidly the heights he must climb, without letting his progress be enchained and delayed by the totality of the universe, which, in its immensity and complexity, cannot effect so swift an ascent.”  O Divine Mother, always Thy word comforts and blesses, calms and illumines, and Thy generous hand lifts a fold of the veil hiding the inﬁnite knowledge.


The Mother: How calm, noble and pure is the splendour of Thy perfect contemplation!   H, I would be before Thee, Lord, always like an absolutely blank page, so that Thy will may be written in me without any difﬁculty, any mixture.  The very remembrance of past experiences should sometimes be swept away from the thought so as not to obstruct this work of perpetual reconstruction which alone in a world of relativities permits Thy perfect manifestation.  Often one clings to that which was, fearing to lose the result of a precious experience, to give up a vast and high consciousness, to fall back into a lower state.  And yet, what should he fear who is Thine?


The Mother: Can he not walk with joyful soul and illumined brow upon the path Thou tracest for him, whatever it may be, even if this path be altogether incomprehensible to his limited reason?  O Lord, break the old frames of thought, abolish past experiences, dissolve the conscious synthesis if Thou thinkest it necessary, so that Thy work may be accomplished better and better, Thy service upon earth be perfected.    LORD, Thou hast given me Thy Power that Thy Peace and Joy may reign over the world.  And this being is now only an embrace of peace enveloping the whole earth, an ocean of joy breaking over all things.


The Mother: O you who are full of hatred, rancour shall be effaced from your hearts as the sea effaces an imprint upon the sands.  O you who feed upon vengeance, peace shall pass into your hearts as it enters the soul of a child rocked by its mother.  For the divine and universal Mother has turned her gaze upon the earth and she has blessed it.   FTER long days of silence, entirely occupied by outer work, it is at last given to me to resume these pages and continue with Thee, Lord, this conversation which is so sweet to me. . . .  But Thou hast broken all my habits, for Thou wouldst prepare me for liberation from every mental form.


The Mother: Certain mental forms, more particularly powerful or adapted to the temperament, are sure guides to supreme experiences. But once the experiences are over, Thou wouldst have them free in themselves from bondage to any mental form, however high or pure it may be, so as to be capable of expression in the new, most true form, that is, the one most suitable to the experience.  So Thou didst break all my forms of thought, and I found myself before Thee stripped of all mental constructions, as ignorant about this as a new-born child; and in the darkness of this void lay once again the sovereign peace of something which is not expressed in words but which. And I wait without impatience and without fear, for Thee to construct once again from the heart of the unfathomable depths the intellectual form which seems to Thee the most suitable for manifesting Thee in this instrument moulded out of surrender and ardent faith.   And before this immense night full of promise, I feel, more than I have ever felt before, free and vast, inﬁnitely. . . .


The Mother: And in a supreme beatitude I offer Thee thanks, O Lord, for the marvellous favour Thou hast bestowed upon me: that of being before Thee like a new-born child.    ISTEN, O Lord . . . in the silence of deep meditation my prayer rises ardently to Thee.  Is it not a great folly to become identiﬁed with one form of thought, one mental construction, however vast and powerful it may be, to the point of making it the living centre of one’s being, one’s experience and activity?


The Mother: Truth is eternally beyond all that we can think or say of it. To endeavour to ﬁnd the most suitable expression, the one best adapted to this truth, is of course a useful task, even an indispensable one for the integrality of one’s own development and that of all humanity; but one must always feel free in front of this expression, have one’s centre of consciousness above it, in the reality which, despite the grandeur, the beauty, the perfection of a mental formula, always eludes every formula. The world is not what we think it to be. The importance of the idea we have of it lies in its effect on our attitude towards action; and this attitude may come from a much deeper, truer, more unchanging inspiration than that resulting from a mental construction, however powerful it may be. To feel in oneself the will to express for men the eternal Truth in a completer, higher, more exact form than all those which have preceded it, is good; but on condition that one does not identify one’s “self” with this work to the point of being its slave and losing before it all independence and self-control.


The Mother: It is just an activity and nothing more, whatever may be its importance from the earthly point of view; but  it must not be forgotten that it is relative like all activities and that we should not allow it to disturb our deep peace and that immutable calm which alone lets the divine forces manifest through us without any deformation.  O Lord, my prayer is not formulated, but Thou hearest it.   E must know at each moment how to lose everything that we may gain everything; we must be able to shed the past like a dead body that we may be reborn into a greater plenitude. . . . It is so that the constant aspiration of the inner being expresses itself; turned to Thee, it wants to reﬂect Thee in an ever purer mirror; and Thy unchanging Beatitude is translated in it into a propelling force of progress of an incomparable intensity; and this force is transformed in the most external being into a calm and assured will which no obstacle can vanquish.  O divine Master, with what an ardent love I serve Thee!


The Mother: With what a pure, still and inﬁnite joy I am Thyself in all that is and beyond all existence in form.  And the two consciousnesses unite in an unequalled plenitude.    LORD, Thou hast given me peace in power, serenity in action, immutable happiness in the heart of all circumstances.   T is for the Truth, O Lord, that I implore Thee.  Once again make active this mind which fell mute in order to surrender to Thee, give it the knowledge of Thy will.


The Mother: It welcomed and allowed all possibilities to take form in it; then in order to stop the conﬂict of their contrary tendencies, it closed the door to these unwelcome visitors, saying: “I don’t need to live actively, to know what Thy will is, Lord, provided that I can transmit the ray of Thy eternal light without distorting it.” So it was done and the will became submissive, one-pointed, precise and strong.  But now Thou wouldst have the mind know, and Thou hast said to it: “Awake and become aware of the Truth.”  Then the mind has answered with joy, and now it turns to the resplendent sun of sovereign Truth, calling it to itself in order to manifest it.  Thou wouldst break down all barriers, one after another, that the being may take on the integral amplitude of all its possibilities of manifestation.


The Mother: Let all earthly desires come together in me, O Lord, so that Thou mayst consider them, and Thy will be able to work precisely, clearly, deﬁnitively upon the smallest detail as upon the whole.  Thus the advent of the awaited time will be hastened. . . .  All the being exults in intense joy and unequalled plenitude.   VERY idea, however powerful and profound it may be, repeated too often, expressed too constantly, becomes stale, insipid, worthless. . . .


The Mother: The highest concepts thus lose their freshness after a time and the intelligence which delighted in transcendental speculations suddenly feels an imperious need to abandon all reasonings and all its philosophy and contemplate life with the marvelling gaze of a child, so as no longer to remember anything of its past knowledge, were it even a sovereignly divine one. . . .  It is true to say that the divisions of time are purely arbitrary, that the date assigned to the renewal of the year varies according to the latitude, the climate, the customs, and that it is purely conventional. This is the mental attitude which smiles at the childishness of men and wants to let itself be guided by profounder truths. And then suddenly the mind itself feels its powerlessness to translate these truths precisely, and, renouncing all wisdom of this kind, it lets the song of the aspiring heart arise, the heart for which every circumstance is an opportunity for a deeper, vaster and more intense aspiration. . .


The Mother: . The year of the West renews itself: why not proﬁt by it to will with renewed ardour that this symbol should become a reality and the deplorable things of the past give place to things which must exist in all glory?  Always we believe that we can deﬁne Thee, can shut Thee up in our mental formulas; but however vast, complex, synthetic they may be, Thou wilt remain always the Inexpressible even for him who knows and lives Thee. . . .   For one can live Thee though one is unable to express Thee, can be Thy inﬁnity and realise it though unable to deﬁne or explain Thee; always Thou wilt remain the eternal mystery, worthy of all our wonder; — not only in Thy unthinkable and even unknowable Transcendence but in Thy universal manifestation, in all that we integrally are. And always forms of thought are succeeded by new forms, ever purer, higher and more comprehensive, but never will one of them be considered sufﬁcient to give so much as an idea of what Thou art.


The Mother: And each new fact will be a new problem, more marvellous and mysterious than all that preceded it. Yet, faced with its own ignorance and incapacity, the mental being remains luminous, smiling and calm, even as though it possessed the supreme knowledge — that of its being Thou, innumerably, invariably, inﬁnitely, very simply Thou.   ORE than ever before, the aspiration of the mental being rose to Thee with great fervour. . . . The perception of inﬁnity and eternity is always there. But it is as if Thou hadst willed to cut me off from all religious joy, all spiritual ecstasy, in order to plunge me into the most strictly material circumstances.


The Mother: Everywhere, O Lord, is Thy perfect bliss, and nothing can take away from me that grand gift Thou hast made of it to me; in every place and every circumstance it is with me, it is myself as I am Thou. But all this is nothing beside what should be. Thou wantest that from the heart of this heavy and obscure Matter I make the volcano of Thy Love and Light burst forth; Thou wantest that breaking all the old conventions of language there may arise a Word ﬁt to express Thee, a Word never heard before; Thou wouldst that the union between the smallest things below and the vastest, sublimest things above might become integral; and that is why, O Lord, cutting me off from all religious joy and all spiritual ecstasy, depriving me of all freedom to concentrate exclusively upon Thee, Thou saidst to me, “Work like an ordinary man in the midst of ordinary people; learn to be nothing more than they in everything that manifests; participate in all their ways of life; for beyond all that they know, all that they are, thou carriest within thee the torch of the eternal splendour which does not ﬂicker, and by associating with them this is what thou wilt bring in their midst. Dost thou need to enjoy this light, so long as it radiates to all from thee? Is it necessary  for thee to feel my love vibrating in thee, so long as thou givest it?


The Mother: Must thou taste fully the bliss of my presence, so long as thou canst serve as its intermediary to all?”  May Thy will be done, O Lord — done integrally.  It is my happiness and my law.   OW, Lord, things have changed. The time of rest and preparation is over.


The Mother: Thou hast willed that from the passive and contemplative servitor I was, I become an active and realising one; Thou hast willed that joyful acceptance be transformed into joyful battle, and that in a constant and heroic effort against everything which in the world opposes the accomplishment of Thy law in its purest and highest present expression, I ﬁnd again the same peaceful and unchanging poise which one keeps in a surrender to Thy law as it is now being accomplished, that is, without entering into a direct struggle with all that opposes it, making the best of every circumstance and acting by contagion, example and slow infusion.  In a partial and limited battle, but one that is representative of the great terrestrial struggle, Thou dost put my strength, determination and courage to the test to see if I can truly be Thy servitor. If the result of the battle shows that I am worthy of being the mediator of Thy regenerating action, Thou wilt extend the ﬁeld of action.  And if I always live up to what Thou expectest of me, a day will come, O Lord, when Thou wilt be upon earth, and the whole earth will rise against Thee. But Thou wilt take the earth in Thy arms and the earth will be transformed.


The Mother: ORD, hear my prayer. . . .  In me Thou art all-powerful, sovereign Master of my destiny, my life’s guide, conqueror of all obstacles, victor over preconceived wills and mental prejudices. Perhaps to be all-powerful in the world outside, Thou needest the instrumentation of my mind, organiser and shaper of the means of action; but if Thou canst make the instrument perfect, how can there be any doubt that the work will be accomplished? All evil shadows which bring contrary suggestions must be driven away very far and, with a complete and unshakable trust in Thy inﬁnite mercy, I address this prayer to Thee: Transform Thy enemies into friends, Change the darkness into light.


The Mother: In this immense heroic struggle, in this sublime struggle of love against hatred, of justice against injustice, of obedience to Thy supreme law against revolt, may I gradually be able to make humanity worthy of a still sublimer peace in which, all internal dissensions having ceased, the whole effort of man may be united for the attainment of a more and more perfect and integral realisation of Thy divine Will and Thy progressive ideal.   ORD, I have long remained silent before Thee in one of those inner prostrations full of an ardent adoration which culminate in a supreme identiﬁcation. . . . And, as always, Thou saidst to me: “Turn thy look towards the earth.”


The Mother: And I saw all the roads wide open and radiant with a calm and pure light.  In mute adoration, ﬁlled utterly with Thy will, I turned towards the earth.    LORD of Truth, thrice have I implored Thy manifestation invoking Thee with deep fervour.  Then, as always, the whole being made its total submission. At that moment the consciousness perceived the individual being mental, vital and physical, covered all over with dust, and this being lay prostrate before Thee, its forehead touching the earth, dust in the dust, and it cried to Thee, “O Lord, this being made of dust prostrates itself before Thee praying to be consumed with the ﬁre of the Truth that it may henceforth manifest only Thee.”


The Mother: Then Thou saidst to it, “Arise, thou art pure of all that is dust.” And suddenly, in a stroke, all the dust sank from it like a cloak that falls on the earth, and the being appeared erect, always as substantial but resplendent with a dazzling light.   OLITUDE, a harsh, intense solitude, and always this strong impression of having been ﬂung headlong into a hell of darkness! Never at any moment of my life, in any circumstances, have I felt myself living in surroundings so entirely opposite to all that I am conscious of as true, so contrary to all that is the essence of my life. Sometimes when the impression and the contrast grow very intense, I cannot prevent my total submission from taking on a hue of melancholy, and the calm and mute converse with the Master within is transformed for a moment into an invocation that almost supplicates, “O Lord, what have I done that Thou hast thrown me thus into the sombre Night?”


The Mother: But immediately the aspiration rises, still more ardent, “Spare this being all weakness; suffer it to be the docile and clear-eyed instrument of Thy work, whatever that work may be.”  For the moment the clear-sightedness is lacking; never was the future more veiled. It is as though we were moving towards a high, impenetrable wall, so far as the destiny of individual men is concerned. As for the destinies of nations and of the earth, they appear more distinctly. But of these it is useless to speak: the future will reveal them clearly to all eyes, even of the most blind.


The Mother: LWAYS the same harsh solitude . . . but it is not painful, on the contrary. In it more clearly than ever, is revealed the pure and inﬁnite love in which the whole earth is immersed. By this love all lives and is animated; the darkest shadows become almost translucent to let its streams ﬂow through, and the intensest pain is transformed into potent bliss.  Each turn of the propeller upon the deep ocean seems to drag me farther away from my true destiny, the one best expressing the divine Will; each passing hour seems to plunge me again deeper into that past with which I had broken, sure of being called to new and vaster realisations; everything seems to draw me back to a state of things totally contrary to the life of my soul which reigns uncontested over outer activities; and, despite the apparent sadness of my own situation, the consciousness is so ﬁrmly established in a world which passes beyond personal limitations on every side, that the whole being


The Mother: rejoices in a constant perception of power and love .  In the material actuality, tomorrow lies dark and unreadable; no light, not even the faintest, reveals to my bewildered gaze any indication, any presence of the Divine.  But something in the depths of consciousness turns to the Invisible and Sovereign Witness and tells him: “Thou dost plunge me, O Lord, into the thickest darkness; this means that Thou hast established Thy light so ﬁrmly in me that Thou knowest it will stand this perilous ordeal.  Otherwise wouldst Thou have chosen me for the descent  into the vortex of this hell as Thy torch-bearer?


The Mother: Wouldst Thou have judged my heart strong enough not to fail, my hand ﬁrm enough not to tremble? And yet my individual being knows how weak and powerless it is; when Thou dost not manifest Thy Presence, it is more denuded than most people who do not know or care for Thee. In Thee alone lies its strength and ability. If Thou art pleased to make use of it, nothing will be too difﬁcult to accomplish, no task too vast and complex. But if Thou shouldst withdraw, just a poor child is left, capable only of nestling in Thy arms and sleeping there in the sweet dreamless sleep where nothing else exists but Thou.”


The Mother: T is past, the time of sweet mental silence, so peaceful, so pure, through which could be felt the profound will expressing itself in its all-powerful truth. Now the will is no longer perceived; and the mind once more necessarily active, analyses, classiﬁes, judges, chooses, constantly reacts as a transforming agent upon everything that is imposed on the individuality, grown wide enough to be in contact with a world inﬁnitely vast and complex, a world of mingled light and shadow like all that belongs to the earth. I am exiled from every spiritual happiness, and of all ordeals this, O Lord, is surely the most painful that Thou canst impose: but most of all the withdrawal of Thy will which seems to be a sign of total disapprobation.  Strong is the growing sense of rejection, and it needs all the ardour of an untiring faith to keep the external consciousness thus abandoned to itself from being invaded by an irremediable sorrow. . . .  But it refuses to despair, it refuses to believe that the misfortune is irreparable; it waits with humility in an obscure and hidden effort and struggle for the breath of Thy perfect joy to penetrate it again.


The Mother: And perhaps each of its modest and secret victories is a true help brought to the earth. . . .  If it were possible to come deﬁnitively out of this external consciousness, to take refuge in the divine consciousness! But that Thou hast forbidden and still and always Thou forbidst it. No ﬂight out of the world! The burden of its darkness and ugliness must be borne to the  end even if all divine succour seems to be withdrawn.


The Mother: I must remain in the bosom of the Night and walk on without compass, without beacon-light, without inner guide.  I will not even implore Thy mercy; for what Thou willst for me, I too will. All my energy is in tension solely to advance, always to advance step after step, despite the depth of the darkness, despite the obstacles of the way, and whatever comes, O Lord, it is with a fervent and unchanging love that Thy decision will be welcomed.  Even if Thou ﬁndest the instrument unﬁt to serve Thee, the instrument belongs to itself no more, it is Thine; Thou canst destroy or magnify it, it exists not in itself, it wills nothing, it can do nothing without Thee.   OR the most part


The Mother: the condition is one of calm and profound indifference; the being feels neither desire nor repulsion, neither enthusiasm nor depression, neither joy nor sorrow. It regards life as a spectacle in which it takes only a very small part; it perceives its actions and reactions, conﬂicts and forces as things that at once belong to its own existence which overﬂows the small personality on every side and yet to that personality are altogether foreign and remote.  But from time to time a great breath passes, a great breath of sorrow, of anguished isolation, of spiritual destitution, — one might almost say, the despairing appeal of Earth abandoned by the Divine. It is a pang as silent as it is cruel, a sorrow submissive, without revolt, without any desire to avoid or pass out of it and full of an inﬁnite sweetness in which suffering and felicity are closely wedded, something inﬁnitely vast, great and deep, too great, too deep perhaps to be understood by men — something that holds in it the seed of To-morrow. . . .   N imperious need has forced me to return to this conﬁdant of my seekings and the efforts of my soul.


The Mother: All external circumstances have changed, giving a ﬂat lie to the dream of the ideal which sought expression even in material activities. The hour has not yet come for joyful realisations in outer physical things. The physical being is plunged once again into the dull, monotonous night from which it wanted to withdraw too hastily; and Thy realised will, O Lord of Truth, has come to tell the constructing mind: “You don’t think this is true, and yet it ” The mind has readily recognised that it was mistaken and has surrendered completely to all that Thou willest.  The vital being is quiet and satisﬁed in all circumstances.


The Mother: All feeling dwells in an equal and pure peace; the whole being is ﬂooded with Thy vast, eternal light; Thy love penetrates and animates it. And yet the impression that outer facts are a falsehood has not been effaced, and the body, despite its indisputable goodwill, is so profoundly shaken that it cannot manage to regain its equilibrium and health.  The entire earthly life of this being, from its very beginning to the present moment, gives it the impression of an unreal dream, very remote from it, having almost no further contact with it; all this outer mechanism is now only a machine which it moves, for such is the will of its central Reality, but it is no longer interested in it, perhaps sometimes even less than the neighbouring mechanism or even the unknown mechanism that will be the product  of the earth of tomorrow. But this earth itself is strange to it, and as it is not aware of anything else except the Eternal Silence, all life that has form appears remote and almost unreal to it; it seems strange to it that anyone could desire anything since it does not exist, or prefer one thing to another since neither is there. But at the same time it does not see why it should object to any action whatever it may be, since all actions are equally unreal, and it does not feel the necessity to ﬂee from a world which does not exist and cannot be a burden, since its existence is so inexistent.


The Mother: All this gives the feeling of a sort of void full of light, peace, immensity, eluding all form and all deﬁnition. It is the Nought, but a Nought which is real and can last eternally, for it even while having the perfect immensity of that which is not. . . . Poor words which try to say what silence itself cannot express.  The condition thus trying to deﬁne itself in awkward terms gradually settled in some weeks ago, and every passing day establishes it more deﬁnitively, more deeply, more irremediably so to speak. Without having wanted it, sought for it or desired it, the being sinks deeper and deeper into it, also gradually losing consciousness of itself in a Consciousness which is no longer individual and whose immobility is inexpressible — a Consciousness from which it is no longer possible to distinguish oneself.


The Mother: NE day, O Lord, Thou didst teach my mind that it could act fully as an instrument of manifestation of Thy divine truth, as an intermediary of Thy eternal will, without being limited in its realising constructions by the narrow ﬁeld of possibilities of the external being. Till then this mind, except very rarely, was in the habit of coming out of its mute ecstasy, its silent contemplation before Thy ineffable inﬁnity, only to concentrate its effort on the centre of action represented by the external being; and this was a sort of bondage within too narrow a frame; there was a contradiction between the powers of mental realisation and the instrument through which they were striving to make their way out; the most immediate result was the wastage and limitation of mental energies, which not ﬁnding any satisfaction in activity, quite naturally returned to merge into Thy eternity.  Suddenly Thou didst put an end to this disorder; Thou didst liberate the mind from its last fetters; Thou didst teach it to be freely active through all forms and no longer exclusively through those it considered till then as its own, that is, as its natural means of expression.  The vital being had already realised this liberation long ago and knew how to enjoy the plenitude of sensations and emotions in all forms capable of manifesting life. But the mental being had not yet learnt how to animate, organise and illuminate consciously all lives without distinction.


The Mother: Thou didst break down all barriers, Thou didst open to it the doors of Thy inﬁnite manifestation.   Within a few days the new conquest was established, afﬁrmed. And what Thou expectest from the centre of consciousness represented at present upon earth by my whole being, grew clear before it: To be the life in all material forms, the thought organising and using this life in all forms, the love widening, enlightening, intensifying, uniting all the varied elements of this thought, and thus, through a total identiﬁcation with the manifested world, to be able to intervene with full power in its transformations.  On the other hand, by a perfect surrender to the Supreme Principle, to become aware of the Truth and the eternal Will that manifests it. Through this identiﬁcation having become the faithful servant and sure intermediary of the divine Will, and uniting this conscious identiﬁcation with the Principle to the conscious identiﬁcation with its becoming, to mould and model consciously the love, mind and life of the becoming in accordance with the Law of Truth of the Principle.


The Mother: This is how the individual being can be the conscious mediator between the absolute Truth and the manifested universe and intervene in the slow, uncertain march of the Yoga of Nature in order to give it the swiftness, intensity and sureness of the divine Yoga.  This is how in certain periods the entire terrestrial life seems to cross miraculously over stages which at other times would require thousands of years to traverse.  At present, O Lord, the state of perfect and conscious  surrender to Thy eternal will is, as far as I can tell, constant, invariable behind every act, every movement of the mind, the vital or the body. This imperturbable calm, this deep, peaceful, unchanging bliss, which never leave me — are they not a proof of this?  Passive or receptive identiﬁcation with life, thought and love in all manifested forms is an accomplished fact, apparently the inevitable consequence of surrender to pure Truth.


The Mother: But the moments when consciousness becomes effectively the life animating and moulding all material forms, the intelligence organising life, and the love illuminating the intelligence, in an active and fully conscious way, at once in the totality and the least detail, with a sense of inﬁnite plenitude and precise powers — these moments are still intermittent though growing more and more frequent and lasting.  It is in these moments that the two consciousnesses are simultaneous and fuse into a single, almost indescribable, ineffable consciousness in which are united Immutable Eternity and Eternal Movement. It is in these moments that the present work begins to be accomplished.   HOULD I, playing the role of a servant, an instrument, turn to Thee, O Lord, and address a hymn of adoration to Thee? Should I, identifying myself with Thee in the eternal Reality and inﬁnite Bliss, speak to men of the peace and joy they do not know? . . .


The Mother: The two attitudes are simultaneous, the two consciousnesses parallel, and in this close and indissoluble union lies Plenitude.  The heavens are deﬁnitively conquered, and nothing and nobody could have the power of wresting them from me. But the conquest of the earth is still to be made; it is being carried on in the very heart of the turmoil; and even when achieved, it will still be only a relative one ; the victories in this world are but stages leading progressively to still more glorious victories; and what Thy Will makes my mind conceive of as the goal to be attained, the conquest to be realised, is only one element of Thy eternal plan; but in perfect union I am this plan and this Will, and I taste the supreme bliss of the inﬁnite, even while playing ardently, with precision and energy, in the world of division, the special part Thou hast entrusted to me.


The Mother: Thy power in me is like a living spring, strong and abundant, rumbling behind the rocks, gathering its energies to break down the obstacles and gush out freely in the open, pouring its waters over the plain to fertilise it. When will the hour of this emergence come?  When the moment arrives, it will burst forth, and time is nothing in Eternity. But what words can describe the  immensity of joy brought by this inner accumulation, this deep concentration, of all the forces that are submissive to the manifestation of Thy Will of tomorrow, preparing to break over the world, drowning in their sovereign ﬂood all that still persists in wanting to be the expression of Thy will of yesterday, so as to take possession of the earth in Thy Name and offer it to Thee as a completer image of Thyself.  Thou hast said that the earth would die, and it will die to its old ignorance.


The Mother: Thou hast said that the earth would live, and it will live in the renewal of Thy Power.  What words will ever tell the splendour of Thy Law and the magniﬁcence of Thy Glory? What words will express the perfection of Thy Consciousness and the inﬁnite bliss of Thy Love?  What words will sing Thy ineffable Peace and celebrate the majesty of Thy Silence and the grandeur of Thy all-powerful Truth?  The entire manifested universe cannot sufﬁce to speak Thy splendour and tell Thy marvels, and in the eternity of time this is what it is trying to do more and more, better and better, eternally.


The Mother: ()  S a strong breeze passes over the sea and crowns with foam its countless waves, so a great breath passed over the memory and awoke the multitude of its remembrances.  Intense, complex, crowded, the past lived again in a ﬂash, having lost nothing of its savour, its richness.  Then was the whole being lifted up in a great surge of adoration, and gathering all its memories like an abundant harvest, it placed them at Thy feet, O Lord, as an offering.


The Mother: For throughout its life, without knowing it or with some presentiment of it, it was Thou whom it was seeking; in all its passions, all its enthusiasms, all its hopes and disillusionments, all its sufferings and all its joys, it was Thou whom it ardently wanted. And now that it has found Thee, now that it possesses Thee in a supreme Peace and Felicity, it wonders that it should have needed so many sensations, emotions, experiences to discover Thee.  But all this, which was a struggle, a turmoil, a perpetual effort, has become through the sovereign grace of Thy conscious Presence, a priceless fortune which the being rejoices to offer as its gift to Thee. The purifying ﬂame of Thy illumination has turned it into jewels of price laid down as a living holocaust on the altar of my heart.   Errors have become stepping-stones, the blind gropings conquests.


The Mother: Thy glory transforms defeats into victories of eternity, and all the shadows have ﬂed before Thy radiant light.  It is Thou who wert the motive and the goal; Thou art the worker and the work.  The personal existence is a canticle, perpetually renewed, which the universe offers up to Thy inconceivable Splendour.   ITHOUT any external sign, any special circumstance, the moments passed by so majestically, in so solemn an inner silence, a calm so deep and vast, that my tears began to ﬂow profusely. For the last two days the earth seems to have been going through a decisive crisis; it seems that the great formidable contest between material resistances and spiritual powers is nearing its conclusion, or, in any case, that some element of capital importance has made or is going to make its appearance in the play.


The Mother: How little do individual beings count at such times!  They are like wisps of straw carried away by the passing breeze, whirling for a moment above the ground, only to be ﬂung back upon it again and reduced to dust. And individual beings who thus feel so insecure, so stripped of importance, suffer and groan in painful agony. For them the waiting itself is a perpetual menace, everything speaks of danger and destruction. . . .  But what grandeur, what sovereign beauty lie in the depth of this outer anguish all formed of narrow egoism; what splendour dwells within this waiting, grown sacred through deep contemplation, when the walls of personal blindness have fallen and the individual consciousness has taken its ﬂight into immensity to unite with Thy eternal consciousness.


The Mother: This sorrowful world kneels before Thee, O Lord, in mute supplication; Matter, tortured, takes shelter at Thy feet, its last and only refuge; and imploring Thee thus,  it adores Thee, Thee whom it neither knows nor understands! Its prayer rises like the cry of one in a last agony; what is disappearing feels vaguely the possibility of living once again in Thee; the earth awaits Thy decree in a grandiose prostration. Listen, listen: its voice implores and supplicates to Thee. . . . What will be Thy decree, what is Thy sentence? O Lord of Truth, this individual world blesses Thy truth which it does not yet know, but which it calls, and to which it adheres with all the joyful energy of its living forces.


The Mother: Death has passed, vast and solemn, and all was hushed in a religious silence while it was passing by.  A superhuman beauty has appeared upon earth.  Something more marvellous than the most marvellous bliss has brought a foretaste of its Presence.   HE entire consciousness immersed in divine contemplation, the whole being enjoyed a supreme and vast felicity.  Then was the physical body seized, ﬁrst in its lower members and next the whole of it, by a sacred trembling which made all personal limits fall away little by little even in the most material sensation.


The Mother: The being grew in greatness progressively, methodically, breaking down every barrier, shattering every obstacle, that it might contain and manifest a force and a power which increased ceaselessly in immensity and intensity. It was as a progressive dilatation of the cells until there was a complete identiﬁcation with the earth: the body of the awakened consciousness was the terrestrial globe moving harmoniously in ethereal space. And the consciousness knew that its global body was thus moving in the arms of the universal Being, and it gave itself, it abandoned itself to It in an ecstasy of peaceful bliss. Then it felt that its body was absorbed in the body of the universe and one with it; the consciousness became the consciousness of the universe, immobile in its totality, moving inﬁnitely in its internal complexity. The consciousness of the universe sprang towards the Divine in an ardent aspiration, a perfect surrender, and it saw in the splendour of the immaculate Light the radiant Being standing on a many-headed serpent whose body coiled inﬁnitely around the universe.


The Mother: The Being in an eternal gesture of triumph mastered and created at one and the same time the serpent and the universe that issued from  him; erect on the serpent he dominated it with all his victorious might, and the same gesture that crushed the hydra enveloping the universe gave it eternal birth. Then the consciousness became this Being and perceived that its form was changing once more; it was absorbed into something which was no longer a form and yet contained all forms, something which, immutable, sees, — the Eye, the Witness. And what It sees, is. Then this last vestige of form disappeared and the consciousness itself was absorbed into the Unutterable, the Ineffable.  The return towards the consciousness of the individual body took place very slowly in a constant and invariable splendour of Light and Power and Felicity and Adoration, by successive gradations, but directly, without passing again through the universal and terrestrial forms.


The Mother: And it was as if the modest corporeal form had become the direct and immediate vesture, without any intermediary, of the supreme and eternal Witness.    THOU whom I may call my God, Thou who art the personal form of the Transcendent Eternal, the Cause, Source and Reality of my individual being, Thou who hast through the centuries and millenniums slowly and subtly kneaded this Matter, so that one day it could become consciously identiﬁed with Thee, and be nothing but Thee; O Thou who hast appeared to me in all Thy divine splendour — this individual being in all its complexity offers itself to Thee in an act of supreme adoration; it aspires in its entirety to be identiﬁed with Thee, to be Thyself, eternally Thou, merged for ever in Thy Reality. But is it ready for that? Is Thy work fully accomplished? Is there in it no longer any shadow, ignorance, or limitation?


The Mother: Canst Thou at last deﬁnitively take possession of it and, in the sublimest, most integral transformation free it forever from the world of Ignorance and make it live in the world of Truth?  Or rather Thou art myself divested of all error and limitation. Have I become integrally this true self in all the atoms of my being? Wilt Thou bring about an overwhelming transformation, or will it still be a slow action in which cell after cell must be wrested from its darkness and its limits? . . .   Thou art the Sovereign, ready to take possession of Thy kingdom; dost Thou not ﬁnd Thy kingdom yet ready enough for Thee to link it deﬁnitively to Thyself and become integrated with it?


The Mother: Will the great miracle of the integral Divine Life in the individual at last be accomplished?   HOU hast taken entire possession of this miserable instrument and if it is not yet perfected enough for Thee to complete its transformation, its transmutation, Thou art at work in each one of its cells to knead it and make it supple and enlighten it, and in the whole being, to arrange, organise and harmonise it. Everything is in movement, everything is changing; Thy divine action makes itself felt as an ineffable spring of a purifying ﬁre that circulates through all the atoms. And this ﬂowing spring has brought into the being an ecstasy more marvellous than any it had ever felt before: thus to Thy action there answers the aspiration of that on which Thou workest  and the aspiration is all the more ardent because the instrument has seen itself as it really is in all its inﬁrmity.


The Mother: O Lord, I implore Thee, hasten the blessed day when the divine miracle will be accomplished, hasten the day of the realisation of the Divine upon earth.    THOU divine inhabitant of this gross form, Thou seest that it is a mass of limitations: wilt Thou not break all these limitations so that it may participate in Thy inﬁnity? Thou seest that it is full of obscurities: wilt Thou not dissolve this darkness with Thy resplendent light so that it may participate in Thy brightness? Thou seest it burdened with ignorant impurities: wilt Thou not consume all these impurities with Thy devouring ﬁre of love, so that the being in its integrality may now become one in all consciousness with Thee?  Dost Thou not ﬁnd that this sombre and sorrowful experience of egoistic separativity has lasted long enough for the earth and humanity?


The Mother: Has not the hour struck in the universe for this phase of development to be replaced by another, dominated by the pure and vast consciousness of Thy Unity?  Unceasingly, at every moment, my invocation rises to Thee, and I call Thee: Lord, O Lord, take possession of Thy kingdom, illumine it with Thy eternal Presence, put an end to the cruel error in which it lives believing itself separate from Thee, while in its reality and essence it is Thyself.   Break, break down the last resistances, consume the last impurities, blast this being if need be, but let it be transﬁgured!   ONG months have gone by in which nothing could be said, for it was a period of transition, of passing from one equilibrium to another, vaster and more complete.


The Mother: The outer circumstances were manifold and new, as if the being needed to accumulate many perceptions and observations in order to give a more extensive and complex base to its experience. But, being entirely plunged within this experience, it did not have the necessary perspective to see it as a whole, to know what it was and above all where it was leading.  Suddenly, on the ﬁfth of June the veil was rent, and there was light in my consciousness.  When I contemplated Thee in Thy individual form, O Lord of eternity, and implored Thee to take possession of Thy kingdom of the ﬂesh, Thou didst set again into motion, into activity this vital form, which, for the necessity of development and uniﬁcation, had been living for years in a passivity that was receptive and harmonious but alien to all active manifestation of Thy will.  This return to activity meant a completely new adaptation of the vital instrument, for its natural tendency is always to resume action with its old habits and methods.


The Mother: This period of adaptation was long, painful, sometimes obscure, though behind, the perception of Thy Presence and perfect surrender to Thy Law were immutable and quite strongly conscious for any disturbance to shake the being.  Gradually the vital being grew accustomed to ﬁnd  harmony in the intensest action as it had in passive surrender. And once this harmony was sufﬁciently established, there was light again in all the parts of the being, and the consciousness of what had happened became complete.  Now in the heart of action the vital being has discovered the perception of Inﬁnity and Eternity. It can perceive Thy Supreme Beauty and live it in all sensations and all forms.


The Mother: Even in its every sensation, extended, active, fully developed to feel contrary sensations at the same time, always it perceives Thee.  It is not unaware, however, that this is only one stage, and it bows before Thee in a profound adoration and tells Thee: “Lord, Thou hast taken up Thy instrument again and willed to use it for action. The instrument knows its imperfection and impurity and implores Thy mercy to perfect and purify it, so that, day by day, through a progressive disappearance of all its preferences and limitations, it may be able to manifest Thee more integrally.”   HOU madest me read these childish babblings once again, for they are awkward attempts at expression of a mind still in its infancy and all this seemed to me far, very remote, clad in the charm and purity of the experiences of a candid and enthusiastic childhood. And yet, before Thee, O eternal Lord, I have not grown any older and have not made any progress; the expression of today will not be better than that of those early days.


The Mother: The mind is still as poor and clumsy as before. And what could it have to express that is so remarkable? No sensational experience: all experiences now seem simple and natural.  No powerful or exceptional new idea, none of those ideas which ﬁll one with the joy of discovery: all ideas, whatever form they may take, now seem like old acquaintances one greets amicably in passing, but from whom one expects nothing new. No scrupulous and detailed psychological analysis, exposing some yet unexplored inner recess: internal complications no longer exist in themselves; they are faithful and impartial reﬂections of all the surrounding psychological movements; and to describe what is going on in the being would be at once as complicated and monotonous as to describe the world in its almost exclusively subsconscient gropings and wanderings.


The Mother: Poverty, poverty! Thou hast placed me in an arid and bare desert and yet this desert is sweet to me as everything that comes from Thee, O Lord. In this dull and wan greyness, in this dim ashen light, I taste the savour of the inﬁnite spaces: the pure breeze of the open seas,  the powerful breath of the free heights constantly ﬁll my heart and penetrate my life; all barriers have fallen, within and around me, and I feel like a bird opening its wings for an unrestrained ﬂight. But the bird remains perched upon a rock, its wings outspread against the grey, ﬂeecy sky, awaiting, in order to soar upwards, the coming of something it expects without knowing what it is.


The Mother: As it no longer has any chains to check its ﬂight, it no longer dreams of ﬂying away. Conscious of its freedom, it does not enjoy it, and remains like the others, among the others, perched on the ground in the midst of the dark and dense fog.   INCE Thou hast permitted it, O Lord, I have once again begun to come to Thee daily, freeing myself for a few brief moments from an activity of which I know the complete relativity, even while I am engaged in it.  Thou hadst plunged me back into action and the ordinary consciousness, and now Thou grantest me the possibility of regularly taking my ﬂight again to Thee, to soar awhile in the immutable Silence and eternal Consciousness.  Thou hast willed, O Lord, that the being should grow wider and richer.


The Mother: It could not do so without entering once again, at least partially and temporarily, into ignorance and obscurity.  This ignorance and obscurity it comes now to lay at Thy feet as the most humble of ordeals. I shall not ask Thee to bestow upon me continuously the Consciousness Thou grantest me in these moments of peaceful and pure communion. I shall ask Thee only to make these moments still more peaceful and pure, to fortify and enlighten the consciousness more and more, so that it may return to its daily task with renewed strength and knowledge.  Thou remindest me through these brief moments of ecstatic identiﬁcation that Thou hast granted me the power of consciously uniting with Thee.


The Mother: And the divine musical harmony captures the entire being.  But the sounds gather in the head as behind a veil and not a word ﬂows from the pen today. . . .   HOU hast granted me the grace of Thy repose in which all individual limits are dissolved, in which one is in all and, more clearly still, all is in oneself. But the mind, merged in this divine ecstasy, cannot yet ﬁnd any power of expression.


The Mother: ()  “Turn towards the earth.” The usual injunction was heard in the silence of the immutable identiﬁcation. Then the consciousness became that of the One in all. “Everywhere and in all those in whom thou canst see the One, there will awake the consciousness of this identity with the Divine.


The Mother: Look. . . . ” It was a Japanese street brilliantly illuminated by gay lanterns picturesquely adorned with vivid colours. And as gradually what was conscious moved on down the street, the Divine appeared, visible in everyone and everything. One of the lightly-built houses became transparent, revealing a woman seated on a tatami in a sumptuous violet kimono embroidered with gold and bright colours. The woman was beautiful and must have been between thirty-ﬁve and forty.


The Mother: She was playing a golden samisen. At her feet lay a little child.  And in the woman too the Divine was visible.   ORD, I could in truth say that I have neither Yoga nor any virtues, for I am completely divested of that which constitutes the glory of all those who want to serve Thee.  Apparently my life is as ordinary and banal as can be; and inwardly what is it?


The Mother: Nothing but a calm tranquillity without any variation or surprises; the calm of a something which has realised and no longer seeks itself, which no longer expects anything from life and things, which acts without reckoning upon any proﬁt, knowing perfectly that this action does not belong to it in any way, either in its impulsion or in its result; which wills, being aware that the supreme Will alone wills in it; a calm all made of an incontestable certitude, an objectless knowledge, a causeless joy, a self-existent state of consciousness which no longer belongs to time. It is an immobility moving in the domain of external life, yet without belonging to it or seeking to escape from it. I hope for nothing, expect nothing, desire nothing, aspire for nothing and, above all, I am nothing; and yet happiness, a calm, unmixed happiness, a happiness unaware of itself, which does not need to look at its own being, has come to dwell in the house of this body. This happiness is Thou, O Lord, and this calm is Thou, Lord, for these are not human faculties and men’s senses can neither appreciate nor enjoy them.  Thus it is Thou, O Lord, who dwellest in this body, and that is why this corporeal abode seems so poor and drab for so marvellous an occupant.


The Mother: HIS was our conversation today morning, O Lord: Thou didst wake up the vital being with the magic wand of Thy impulsion and say to it: “Awake, bend the bow of thy will, for soon the hour of action will come.”  Suddenly awakened, the vital being rose up, stretched itself and shook off the dust of its long torpidity; from the elasticity of its members it realised that it was still vigorous and ﬁt for action. And with an ardent faith it answered the sovereign call: “Here I am, what dost Thou want of me, O Lord?” But before another word could be pronounced, the mind intervened in its turn and, having bowed down to the Master as a mark of obedience, spoke to him thus: “Thou knowest, O Lord, that I am surrendered to Thee and that I try my best to be a faithful and pure intermediary of Thy supreme Will.  But when I turn my gaze to the earth, I see that however great men may be, their ﬁeld of action is always terribly restricted.


The Mother: A man, who in his mind and even in his vital being is as vast as the universe or at least as vast as the earth, as soon as he begins to act, becomes enclosed in the narrow bounds of a material action, very limited in its ﬁeld and results. Whether he be the founder of a religion or a political reformer, he who acts becomes a petty little stone in the general ediﬁce, a grain of sand in the immense dune of human activities. So I do not see any realisable action worthy of the whole being’s concentrating on it and making it its purpose of existence. The vital being delights in adventure; but should it be allowed to ﬂing  itself into some lamentable adventure unworthy of an instrument conscious of Thy Presence? ” — “Fear nothing,” was the reply.


The Mother: “The vital being will not be allowed to set itself in motion, it will not be asked of thee to contribute all the effort of thy organising faculties, except when the action proposed is vast and complete enough to fully and usefully employ all the qualities of the being. What exactly this action will be, thou wilt know when it comes to thee. But I am warning thee even now so that thou mayst be prepared not to reject it. I also warn both thee and the vital being that the time for the small, quiet, uniform and peaceful life will be over. There will be effort, danger, the unforeseen, insecurity, but also intensity.


The Mother: Thou wert made for this role. After having accepted for long years to forget it completely, because the time had not come and thou too wert not ready, wake up now to the consciousness that this is indeed thy true role, that it was for this thou wert created.”  The vital being was the ﬁrst to awake to consciousness and, with the enthusiasm natural to it, exclaimed: “I am ready, O Lord, Thou mayst rely upon me!” The mind, weaker and more timid, though more docile too, added: “What Thou willest, I will. Thou knowest well, O Lord, that I belong entirely to Thee.


The Mother: But shall I be able to prove equal to the task, shall I have the power of organising what the vital being has the capacity to realise?” — “It is to prepare thee for this that I am working at the moment; this is why thou art undergoing a discipline of plasticity  and enrichment. Do not worry about anything: power comes with the need. Not because thou hast been conﬁned, even as the vital being, to very small activities at a time when this was useful, to allow things which had to be prepared the time for preparation — not because of this, I say, art thou incapable of living outside these smallnesses in a ﬁeld of action consonant with thy true stature. I have appointed thee from all eternity to be my exceptional representative upon the earth, not only invisibly, in a hidden way, but also openly before the eyes of all men.


The Mother: And what thou wert created to be, thou wilt be.”  As always, Lord, when the voice of the depths fell silent, Thy sublime and all-powerful benediction enveloped me completely.  And for a moment the Master and the instrument were but one: the Unique, eternal, inﬁnite.   T is now, a long while after having come out of my contemplation, that I realise what it was.  Once again this evening I entered that state in which the consciousness is scattered in a multitude of different elements, centres of consciousness both individual and collective, to carry out a certain action there or rather as many actions as these elements comprise.


The Mother: By ﬂashes one point or another suddenly appears distinctly, then fades away giving place to another. Each element of consciousness that acts is clearly conscious of its action; but a consciousness of the whole seems to be both impossible because of the extreme complexity it would entail and useless for the accomplishment of the work itself.   ERTAIN apparent weaknesses are sometimes more useful to Thee for Thy work, O Lord, than too evident a perfection. A manifest perfection seems to be the possible prerogative only of one who has withdrawn both from the world and from work in the world. But for him whom Thou hast chosen as one of Thy workers upon earth, I see clearly that certain weaknesses, imperfections (provided they are only apparent and not real), are in Thy eyes more useful, and hence more perfect than perfection itself.


The Mother: And to renounce perfection in its apparent form is part of an integral renunciation of the ignorance of the separate self.   Is that why, O Lord, Thou givest me only so rarely the ecstasy of complete identiﬁcation and perfect consciousness?  I was spoiled by Thee formerly: Thou madest me live so constantly in Thy Presence. . . . But now it seems that Thou wouldst teach me to know the unchanging bliss even in darkness, and not to have any preference for either consciousness or unconsciousness.


The Mother: Beyond all desire, to be plunged in the condition of those who live by desire . . . strange!  But the strangest thing is that this leaves me perfectly calm, peaceful and content, and that in this darkness I see a great strength, and that in the depth of the night sublime celestial harmonies can also be heard.  Each new step in Thy kingdom, O Lord, is a new cause for wonder!   Y mind was worried about being so constantly turned towards such petty things, moving in so narrow a circle of practical and immediate thoughts.  It has learned to see Thee in everything, Lord, and in the least thing it is aware of Thee and rejoices in Thee.


The Mother: But even while delighting in Thee thus and recognising Thee in the most futile things and activities as well as in the vastest and noblest, it wonders why these prevail over the others. Many a time during these last months has it tried to react against this tendency but always in vain; is it because Thou ﬁndest it well thus, or because it is incapable of being otherwise? It put the question to Thee, and as always Thy smile came to comfort it; but the precise answer has not made itself heard.  Now for this mind the least object becomes an unfathomable mystery, and everything is a constantly renewed cause for wonder.    HAIL Thee, O Lord, and bow before Thee.


The Mother: But I shall not write, for Thou hast just told me, in reply to a question about the present meditation: “We have had a private conversation which even t


The Mother: hy own physical ears should not hear.”   HE days have gone by, stormy and troubled to all appearance but calm and strong in their reality reﬂecting Thy divine will; they have gone by, deploying, disclosing, developing once more all the unexpected and varied splendour of Thy untiring divine play. And how marvellous it is to watch this when one perceives the inﬁnite criss-crossing of the movements Thy eternal will creates, when one knows that all this is from all eternity and that it is only in our imperfect faculties that it becomes an uninterrupted succession of facts, in which we are gratuitous and ignorant actors. We act with the apparent unconsciousness and blindness of those who do not know, and yet, I do know and, even while being an actor, I am a spectator too. But I am still not pure enough for Thee to unveil before my eyes the totality of the effects and results; it is only partially and imperfectly that I know them before the act and am permitted to act with the knowledge of the “why”, with a full illumination as to what Thou expectest from me.


The Mother: When, O Lord, shall I have this purity? But for that too I am no longer impatient and no longer implore. I see how much Thy splendours are obscured and veiled in this miserable and poor instrument; but Thou, Thou knowest why it is thus; and these its shadows and weaknesses Thou dost also use for Thy eternal ends.  My soul is in prayer and bows down in love before what it can understand and know of Thee. My soul is in prayer and gives itself unreservedly to Thee in one of  those sublime fervours which culminate in identiﬁcation.


The Mother: My soul is in prayer . . . and my body too; and my thought is silent in a mute ecstasy.  ( )  “As thou art contemplating me, I shall speak to thee this evening. I see in thy heart a diamond surrounded by a golden light. It is at once pure and warm, something which may manifest impersonal love; but why dost thou keep this treasure enclosed in that dark casket lined with deep purple?


The Mother: The outermost covering is of a deep lustreless blue, a real mantle of darkness. It would seem that thou art afraid of showing thy splendour. Learn to radiate and do not fear the storm: the wind carries us far from the shore but shows us over the world. Wouldst thou be thrifty of thy tenderness? But the source of love is inﬁnite.


The Mother: Dost thou fear to be misunderstood? But where hast thou seen man capable of understanding the Divine? And if the eternal truth ﬁnds in thee a means of manifesting itself, what dost thou care for all the rest? Thou art like a pilgrim coming out of the sanctuary; standing on the threshold in front of the crowd, he hesitates before revealing his precious secret, that of his supreme discovery. Listen, I too hesitated for days, for I could foresee both my preaching and its results: the imperfection of expression and the still greater imperfection of understanding.


The Mother: And yet I turned  to the earth and men and brought them my message.  Turn to the earth and men — isn’t this the command thou always hearest in thy heart? — in thy heart, for it is that which carries a blessed message for those who are athirst for compassion. Henceforth nothing can attack the diamond. It is unassailable in its perfect constitution and the soft radiance that ﬂashes from it can change many things in the hearts of men. Thou doubtest thy power and fearest thy ignorance?


The Mother: It is precisely this that wraps up thy strength in that dark mantle of starless night. Thou hesitatest and tremblest as on the threshold of a mystery, for now the mystery of the manifestation seems to thee more terrible and unfathomable than that of the Eternal Cause. But thou must take courage again and obey the injunction from the depths. It is I who am telling thee this, for I know thee and love thee as thou didst know and love me once. I have appeared clearly before thy sight so that thou mayst in no way doubt my word.


The Mother: And also to thy eyes I have shown thy heart so that thou canst thus see what the supreme Truth has willed for it, so that thou mayst discover in it the law of thy being. The thing still seems to thee quite difﬁcult: a day will come when thou wilt wonder how for so long it could have been otherwise.”   ORD, Thou didst speak to me through the lips of one of those who have known Thee best — most probably to make me understand Thy lesson better (was I then deaf to Thy direct suggestion?). And still I do not understand at the moment what to do. Thou knowest what happiness would be mine if by Thy grace I could be integrally transformed into a hearth of divine love — that love which is the ﬁrst and highest manifestation of Thy eternal Truth, that love which is at once the completest expression in this world of Thy Truth and the most direct road to lead to it the human consciousness that has gone astray.


The Mother: In the days when I used to aspire, desire and ask, how many times have I asked of Thee the grace of this state as the one most in conformity with my present ideal of action! And at that time it seemed to me that the day I should be puriﬁed of all egoistic preference, Thou wouldst choose this individual terrestrial being as an instrument of Thy manifestation of love upon earth. And now that Thou askest it of me, more than ever before do I feel my helplessness. For such a long time I thought I knew what love was, and now that I no longer see anything that cannot be called love, I also no longer see anything that may specially be called love.  And how can I be that which I can no longer deﬁne, that state which I can no longer distinguish?


The Mother: And yet Thou didst show me yesterday that I was holding enclosed in a dark sheath one of Thy most precious and powerful gifts. . . . Lord, all my being aspires to obey Thy voice, to conform to Thy Law; but it does not know in its outer  consciousness, does not understand what Thou expectest of it. It feels indeed that at present its love is a passive state and that Thou wouldst awaken it to an active state; but how to pass from one to the other is what escapes it. It knows that this active state of love should be constant and impersonal, that is, absolutely independent of circumstances and persons, since it cannot and must not be concentrated upon any one thing in particular; and in this it will resemble the present passive state of love which is pure, unchanging and impersonal. But what it still does not know is how, even while retaining its purity, unchangeability and impersonality, qualities now inherent in its being, it can resume its activity.


The Mother: That is why this evening I implored Lord Mitra who so perfectly symbolises Thy truth of love, asking him to come to my help and enlighten my ignorance, dissolve my doubts, vanquish my hesitations, break down the last obstacles and take possession of this physical instrument so that it may become what Thou expectest it to be.  But my speech is timid and my voice faltering and I do not know if Lord Mitra heard my prayer.   ORD, without allowing my mind to become aware of what was going to happen and how it was going to happen, Thou gavest me this evening a foretaste of what Thou expectest from me, only a foretaste, for it is a ﬁrst, very timid step upon the marvellous road Thou hast partially opened before me. It was like a rising ﬂood swelling, ever swelling the river until it overﬂows and covers everything with its beneﬁcent waters. And this time it was the heart which thus overﬂowed under the pressure of the powers of love Thou didst pour into it; and the whole being began to love, to love ever more and more, without any deﬁnite aim, nothing and everything at the same time, what it knows and does not know, what it sees and has never seen; and gradually this potential love became an effective love, ready to pour itself out upon all and everything, in beneﬁcent waves, in an active effulgence. . . .


The Mother: This was a beginning, a very weak beginning. But I knew, O Lord, that this is what Thou willest. As always Thy Will is an inﬁnite Grace which ﬂoods the being with Thy divine delight and transports it far above all petty contingencies to the Glory of Thy celestial dwelling-places.  To be what Thou willest is to be divine.   ()


The Mother: “Y renouncing everything, even wisdom and consciousness, thou wert able to prepare thy heart for the role assigned to it: apparently the most unrewarding role, that of the spring which always lets its waters ﬂow abundantly for all, but towards which no waters can ever run back; it draws its inexhaustible strength from the depths and expects nothing from outside. But thou canst already sense the sublime felicity that accompanies this inexhaustible expansion of love ; for love is sufﬁcient unto itself and needs no reciprocity; this is true even of individual love, how much more true then of divine love which so nobly reﬂects the inﬁnite.  “Be this love in all things and everywhere, ever more widely, ever more intensely, and the whole world will become at the same time thy work and thy wealth, thy ﬁeld of action and thy conquest. Fight with persistence to break down the last limits which are only frail barriers before the expansion of the being, to vanquish the last obscurities already being lit up by the Illuminating Power.


The Mother: Fight in order to conquer and triumph; ﬁght to overcome everything that was till today, to make the new Light spring forth, the new Example the world needs. Fight stubbornly against all obstacles, inner or outer. It is the pearl of great price which is offered for thy Realisation.”   LWAYS the word Thou makest me hear in the silence is sweet and encouraging, O Lord. But I see not in what this instrument is worthy of the grace Thou accordest to it or how it will have the capacity to realise what Thou attendest from it.


The Mother: All in it appears so small, weak and ordinary, so lacking in intensity and force and amplitude in comparison with what it should be to undertake this overwhelming role. But I know that what the mind thinks is of little importance. The mind itself knows it and, passive, it awaits the working out of Thy decree.  Thou biddest me strive without cease, and I could wish to have the indomitable ardour that prevails over every difﬁculty. But Thou hast put in my heart a peace so smiling that I fear I no longer know even how to strive.


The Mother: Things develop in me, faculties and activities, as ﬂowers bloom, spontaneously and without effort, in a joy to be and a joy to grow, a joy to manifest Thee, whatever the mode of Thy manifestation. If struggle there is, it is so gentle and easy that it can hardly be given the name. But how small is this heart to contain so great a love! and how weak this vital and physical being to carry the power to distribute it! Thus Thou hast placed me on the threshold of the marvellous Way, but will my feet have the strength to advance upon it? . . . But Thou repliest to me that my movement is to soar and it would be an error to wish to walk. . . .


The Mother: O Lord, how inﬁnite is Thy compassion! Once more  Thou hast taken me in Thy omnipotent arms and cradled me on Thy unfathomable heart, and Thy heart said to me, “Torment not thyself at all, be conﬁdent like a child: art thou not myself crystallised for my work?”    MY beloved Lord, my heart is bowed before Thee, my arms are stretched towards Thee imploring Thee to set all this being on ﬁre with Thy sublime love that it may radiate from there on the world. My heart is wide open in my breast; my heart is open and turned towards Thee, it is open and empty that Thou mayst ﬁll it with Thy divine Love; it is empty of all but Thee and Thy presence ﬁlls it through and through and yet leaves it empty, for it can contain also all the inﬁnite variety of the manifested world. . .


The Mother: .  O Lord, my arms are outstretched in supplication towards Thee, my heart is wide open before Thee, that Thou mayst make of it a reservoir of Thy inﬁnite love.  “Love me in all things, everywhere and in all beings” was Thy reply. I prostrate myself before Thee and ask of Thee to give me that power.    MY sweet Lord, teach me to be the instrument of Thy Love.


The Mother: HY, O Lord, does my heart seem to me to be so cold and dry?  I feel, I see my soul living deep within my being, and my soul sees Thee, recognises Thee and loves Thee in all things, in everything that is ; it is fully conscious of this, and as the outer being is surrendered to it, it too is conscious; the mind knows and never forgets; the puriﬁed vital being no longer has any attractions and repulsions, and more and more does it taste of the joy of Thy Presence in all things and always. But the heart seems to have fallen asleep in a slumber of exhaustion, and the soul no longer ﬁnds sufﬁcient activity within it to respond fully to its impulsion. Why?


The Mother: Was it so poor that the struggle could thus wear it out, or so deeply wounded that it has become quite stiff? And yet it would like to answer the inner call; it wants this with a faith and ardour which have never wavered; but it is like an old man smiling benevolently at the games of youth but unable to take part in them. And yet it is full of joy and conﬁdence, it overﬂows with gratitude for all the treasures of affection which Nature has so generously lavished upon it; it would  like, in exchange for these precious gifts, to pour out in inexhaustible streams the golden wine of tenderness which restores and fortiﬁes, enlivens and consoles, the true wine of life for human beings. It would like to and tries . . .


The Mother: but how poor is what it does beside what it dreams of doing, how mediocre what it is able to do beside what it hopes, for it hopes always. It knows that Thy call is never heard  in vain, and it has no doubt it can one day realise the splendours of which Thou hast given it a glimpse.  Who will open these closed ﬂood-gates?  My heart loves in its human way, and in its human way it seems to me it loves with strength, constancy and purity. But Thou wouldst have it love divinely in a boundless unfolding of Thy sovereign power; and this remains yet unrealised for it.


The Mother: Who will open these closed ﬂood-gates? . . .    LORD, Thou showerest upon me all Thy boons.  Now that this being expects nothing, desires nothing from life any longer, life brings it its most precious treasures, those coveted by all men. In all the domains of my individual being Thou showerest Thy boons, in the mind, the psychic and even the physical.


The Mother: Thou hast placed me amidst abundance, and abundance seems to me as natural as scarcity and does not bring me a greater joy, for often in poverty the spiritual life was more intense and conscious for me; but I see this abundance very clearly, and my individual being on whom Thou heapest Thy boons thus,  prostrates itself before Thee in inexpressible gratitude.  Thy goodness is unequalled and Thy mercy inﬁnite.   OVE is nothing but the tie that binds and holds together all the ﬂowers of Thy divine bouquet. It is an unobtrusive role, modest, unrecognised, a role essentially impersonal, which can ﬁnd all its utility only in this very impersonality.


The Mother: Because I am becoming more and more this tie, this link of union gathering the scattered fragments of Thy consciousness and enabling them, by grouping them together, to reconstitute better and better Thy consciousness, at once single and multiple, it was possible for me to see clearly what love is in the play of universal forces, what its place and mission; it is not an end in itself but it is Thy supreme means. Active, everywhere, between all things, everywhere it is veiled by the very things it unites, which, though feeling its effect, are sometimes not even aware of its presence.  O Lord, Thy sweetness has entered my soul and Thou hast ﬁlled all my being with joy.  And in this joy I have offered Thee a prayer so that it may reach up to Thee.   HOU hast ﬁlled my being with an ineffable peace and unequalled repose . . .


The Mother: Without any personal thought or will, I let myself be cradled passively by Thy inﬁnity.   HOU hast made my heart and mind fall silent; but no voice has arisen from the depths of this silence. Peace alone has reigned, a sweet and beneﬁcent guest.   OST Thou then want to teach me that every effort that has my own being as its aim will be useless and vain? That action alone which has as its motive the radiating of Thy Grace is accomplished with ease and success.


The Mother: When the will acts in the external life, it is powerful and effective; when it attempts to practise going inwards, it is without force or effect. . . . So all action undertaken for personal progress becomes more and more unfruitful, and consequently rarer and rarer. On the other hand, all outer action seems to gain in effectivity what the inner has lost. Thus, O Lord, Thou takest the instrument as it is, and if it has to be reﬁned, that will come in the course of the work.   “AY all who are unhappy become happy, may the wicked become good, may the sick become healthy!”


The Mother: Thus was formulated the aspiration within me concerning the manifestation of Thy divine Love through this instrument. It was like a request, a request a child makes to its father with the certitude that it will be granted. For the certitude was in me when I asked: it seemed to me so simple and easy; I felt so clearly in myself how it was possible. To grow from joy to joy, from beauty to beauty, is this not more natural and also more fruitful than always to suffer and toil in an ignorant struggle unwillingly undergone? If Thou allowest the heart to blossom freely at the touch of Thy divine Love, this transformation is easy and comes of itself.


The Mother: Wilt Thou not grant this, O Lord, as a pledge of Thy mercy?   It is with the conﬁdence of a child that my heart implores Thee this evening.   ND the hours pass, fading away like unlived dreams. .


The Mother: . .   HOU didst ﬁll my being with so complete, so intense a love and beauty and joy that it seemed impossible to me that this would not be communicated. It was like a glowing hearth whence the breath of thought wafted far many sparks which, entering the secrecy of men’s hearts, kindled other similar ﬁres, ﬁres of Thy divine Love, O Lord, that Love which impels and draws all human beings irresistibly to Thee. O my sweet Lord, grant that this may not be only a vision of my enrapt consciousness, but indeed a reality, effectively transforming all beings and things.