{"id":5665,"date":"2013-07-13T02:03:31","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5665"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:03:31","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:03:31","slug":"047-april-8-1972-vol-13-volume-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/13-volume-13\/047-april-8-1972-vol-13-volume-13","title":{"rendered":"-047_April 8_1972.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>April 8, 1972<\/H3><\/p>\n<p><i>Perhaps you remember that in January, Msgr. R. wrote to you,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;and you concentrated on him for a long time; then you asked<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;me to write him and ask &quot;if he had been conscious of some<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>thing.&quot; [[See conversation of January 29. ]]  I have received his reply: one letter addressed to me<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;and another to you. Here&#8217;s what he writes to me (his answer<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;was delayed because of Cardinal Tisserant&#8217;s death):<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>&quot;My brother,<\/p>\n<p>&#8230; Actually, on the 29th of January (between five and<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;six<br \/>\n  o&#8217;clock), Mother paid me a visit. An inner visit, but to<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;me it was beyond a shadow of doubt. She told me so<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;many things &#8230; in so short a time.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I think I am now ready to break with an entire past <\/p>\n<p>that has brought me nothing but deception, illusion and<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;trickery&#8230;.&quot;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><i>And this is what he writes to you:<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&quot;Since that unforgettable 29th of January (between<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;five and<br \/>\n  six o&#8217;clock), I have been constantly living with<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;you. I have never felt your presence so strongly. Not a<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;bodily presence next to mine, but a spiritual presence<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;made of affection and love.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I have heard and understood your message.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I know, I must change the direction of my life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;The<br \/>\n  time has come. Soon nothing will keep me from<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;doing it &#8230; not even pseudo-duty to this one or that one.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I would like, I want to work with you to pursue an<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;ideal &#8211;<br \/>\n  an ideal that fills my whole being with enthu<\/p>\n<p>siasm.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Everything I have so painstakingly created is collaps<\/p>\n<p>ing&#8230;. I am<br \/>\n  left with a feeling of having worked and <\/p>\n<p>suffered in vain and for nothing.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>And so I turn to you in total trust.<\/p>\n<p>The death of Cardinal Tisserant, who for twenty-one<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;years<br \/>\n  was a peerless father to me, has plunged me into<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 149<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;total disarray&#8230;. I feel like an orphan&#8230;. It is thus<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;with all my earnestness that I say to you: Mother, help <\/p>\n<p>me to live again.&quot;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>&nbsp;<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother remains concentrated for a<\/i><P align=\"right\"><i>&nbsp;very<br \/>\nlong time)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s a beautiful letter.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(silence)<\/i><br \/>\n<P>Is he French?<\/p>\n<p><i>Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><P>What day is it today? And what time is it there?<\/p>\n<p><i>Today is Saturday. It&#8217;s about five o&#8217;clock in the morning<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&nbsp;there&#8230;.<br \/>\n  Do you have a message for him?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>Tell him (words are so restrictive) that when I heard his letter, I saw &#8211; I saw and felt &#8211; the marvelous action of the divine Grace. There was a sort of &#8230; flood of Grace concentrated on him, and it stayed there, on him &#8211; it is there, concentrated on him <i>(embracing gesture).<\/i><br \/>\n<P>It is very concrete &#8211; very concrete and very powerful: a concentration.<br \/>\n<P>As if the Grace were concentrated on an instrument of the Divine, of the divine Power &#8211; an instrument.<br \/>\n<P>For me, you see, there was constantly: May Your Will be done, Lord, may Your Will be done, Lord&#8230;. As if he were chosen as an instrument, as one of the instruments. May Your Will be done, Lord &#8230; with a great force of concentration.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>(Mother plunges in)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\">*<sup>*<\/sup>*<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Mother then listens to several texts from Sri Aurobindo for<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>the message of April 24. Sujata suggests the following passage<\/i><P align=\"center\"><i>&nbsp;from Savitri, which Mother immediately accepts:)<\/i><\/p>\n<p>He comes unseen into our darker parts<br \/>And, curtained by the darkness, does his work,<br \/>A subtle and all-knowing guest and guide,<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\n  <font size=\"2\">Page 150<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>Till they too feel the need and will to change. <br \/>All here must learn to obey a higher law, <br \/>Our body&#8217;s cells must hold the Immortal&#8217;s flame. <i>Savitri<\/i>,<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">&nbsp;I.III.35<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p><P>That&#8217;s excellent.<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 151<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>April 8, 1972 Perhaps you remember that in January, Msgr. 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