(Mother listens to Satprem read a letter from Msgr. R., the<\/i>
friend of P.L.,
\nwho is intently turning to Mother to start a new<\/i>
life.
\nMother concentrates on him for a quarter of an hour.)<\/i>
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Is he ill?<\/p>\n
He had several very serious operations in a row, and I think he<\/i><\/p>\n
had
\n a lung removed in the last one.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Ooh!<\/p>\n
He’s a man who has been severely stricken. He went through a<\/i><\/p>\n
record
\n number of operations.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
What’s the time difference between here and France?<\/p>\n
Five or five and a half hours.<\/i><\/p>\n
Which means?<\/p>\n
Which means, it is now five-thirty or six in the morning there.<\/i><\/p>\n
Note the time it is now.<\/p>\n
It’s eleven o’clock.<\/i><\/p>\n
Could you ask him if…. What’s the date today?<\/p>\n
The 29th.<\/i><\/p>\n
Page 45<\/font><\/p>\n Ask him whether on the 29th at eleven o’clock (put it in local time there) he felt something. And if he did feel something – whatever it is, an impression (I don’t want to define it), something, a Force, some phenomenon – if he felt something at that hour, we could agree on a particular day and time, and try: I would do a special concentration on him. If he could send a photo, it would be easier. That’s all I can do. Send it registered. (silence)<\/i> It would be better if he set a time when he can be free and quiet a little. (silence)<\/i> What did I say to ask him?<\/p>\n First, if he felt something …<\/i><\/p>\n Better not say "felt": ask whether he was CONSCIOUS of something – because "felt" may suggest a vital or physical sensation – if he was conscious of something. (Mother plunges in till the end,<\/i> then Sujata approaches her)<\/i><\/p>\n Mother, I would like to tell you about a rather strange<\/i><\/p>\n occurrence. The night before last, independently, Satprem, and I had similar dreams.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Ah! And what was it.)<\/p>\n Violent attacks.<\/i><\/p>\n By whom?<\/p>\n I don’t know, Mother. As for me, I was in a large group of <\/i><\/p>\n Ashram people, and we were about to be executed. But I had a<\/i><\/p>\n tremendous faith: "It’s not possible," I thought, "a miracle is<\/i><\/p>\n bound to happen at the last minute …"<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Yes. Page 46<\/font><\/p>\n "… and stop this." I was saying this to someone who was<\/i><\/p>\n greatly Who?<\/p>\n I can’t say. I don’t remember. Someone who was also going to<\/i><\/p>\n be executed. There were also many children. Then I heard a<\/i><\/p>\n sort of great chant (many people were gathered there, it was<\/i><\/p>\n time for the execution), like a mantra rising up from each of<\/i><\/p>\n us, like this: OM Namo Bhagavate Sri Arabindaye.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Ah!<\/p>\n And everybody was chanting it – everybody was chanting. And the threat withdrew.<\/i><\/p>\n Who else had this dream?<\/p>\n Satprem saw himself heavily attacked by bombs and grenades.<\/i><\/p>\n [[He room. She wanted to feed you, and she was told, "No, no,<\/i><\/p>\n Mother doesn’t eat." She knew it was a lie, but she was denied<\/i><\/p>\n access to you.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n When was that?<\/p>\n Not last night, but the night before.<\/i><\/p>\n Yes, yes. Your dream was the most complete of the three. And Yes, Mother, it went away because we were chanting Sri<\/i><\/p>\n Aurobindo’s name. [Sujata sings:] OM Namo Bhagavate Sri<\/i><\/p>\n Arabindaye….<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Yes, exactly. Exactly. But it’s true, mon petit! … That was good.<\/p>\n Were we attacked? <\/i><\/p>\n Page 47<\/font><\/p>\n Not physically, of course. It’s good – very good. It’s true. It was the night before last. Personally, I repeated the mantra all night long. It’s good, mon petit. Page 48<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" January 29, 1972 (Mother listens to Satprem read a letter from Msgr. R., the friend of P.L., who is intently turning to Mother to start a…<\/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-5695","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\/5695","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=5695"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5695\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5695"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5695"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5695"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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