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How are you getting on?<\/p>\n
It’s not easy.<\/i><\/p>\n
No – it’s more than difficult…. I am sorry, I thought I was suffering for everybody – but I see it isn’t the case.
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(silence) <\/i>What would you like?<\/p>\n
I’d like you to keep me.<\/i><\/p>\n
Yes, but materially? You mean keep you like now?
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(Mother takes Satprem’s hands<\/i>
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Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n
Are you comfortable?
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Page 404<\/font><\/p>\n Yes, Mother, very!<\/i><\/p>\n You shouldn’t have any ache anywhere. (Mother plunges in for half an hour, <\/i> then suddenly moans<\/i> [[Coincidentally, Sometimes, I feel like howling.<\/i> (silence)<\/i> What do you feel?<\/p>\n Like a fire melting into your Fire – into what you are.<\/i><\/p>\n But what do you feel?<\/p>\n I don’t know – the great Power.<\/i><\/p>\n Why do I feel like howling?<\/p>\n Well, I wonder if it’s not me giving you pain.<\/i><\/p>\n No, mon petit! All the time I feel like that – it’s not you, not at all. Something … It isn’t really painful, it’s just … I think – I think it’s something so new that the body is frightened. That’s the only explanation I see. I start howling, but … it’s no use – the only thing to do is stop howling and change. Something which … Yes, that must be it: something so new that the body doesn’t … know how to take it. (silence)<\/i> You don’t perceive anything in particular?<\/p>\n No, Mother, what I feel is first that great Flame merging with<\/i><\/p>\n yours, bility.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Ah, that’s it! That must be why! Yes, the body must be getting alarmed. Yes, that must be it. Page 405<\/font><\/p>\n (Mother plunges in,<\/i> Champaklal rings the bell)<\/i> Is it time? … Oh, mon petit…. (Satprem rests his head on Mother’s knees)<\/i> Page 406<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" April 25, 1973 (For the last ten days, all the meetings have been spent in contemplation.) How are you getting on? It’s not easy. No –…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[140],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5677","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-13-volume-13","wpcat-140-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5677","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5677"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5677\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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