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-41_May 18_1968.htm

May 18, 1968 (Satprem expresses his surprise at the speed with which Mother has been cured of the swelling, without a trace. Mother laughs.) I…

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-42_May 22_1968.htm

May 22, 1968 Mother holds out the text of a note: "Through the widening of its consciousness, this body is more or less identified with those around it….

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-43_May 25_1968.htm

May 25, 1968 (Regarding an old Playground Talk of June 10, 1953.) What is it about? Page 147 Attacks by adverse forces and Asuras. Oh!…

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-44_May 29_1968.htm

May 29, 1968 (Mother looks for a vase for an amaryllis, intending to put it together with roses.) Roses don’t like that at all! They…

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-45_June 3_1968.htm

June 3, 1968 I’ve just come from there [the music room where Mother receives visitors]. I saw some twenty people…. There was Orissa’s Chief Minister…

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-46_June 5_1968.htm

June 5, 1968 I have a question about P.L. There are two new facts. First, a  few years ago, P. L. was in touch with…

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-47_June 8_1968.htm

June 8, 1968 I was looking at a problem…. Basically, if you remove the veneer – the veneer of good manners – man admits the…

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-48_June 12_1968.htm

June 12, 1968 (Following a letter in which Satprem had complained about the difficulty he had writing – or rewriting, rather – his “Sannyasin,” and about…

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-49_June 15_1968.htm

June 15, 1968 Mother looks at an orange amaryllis It’s pretty…. I don’t know why, it always gives me the impression of a church…. Page 161…

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-50_June 18_1968.htm

June 18, 1968 (Regarding an unpublished letter of Sri Aurobindo.) K. asks me if this is correct. (Question) One thing is strange. One never feels…

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