(Mother gazes at Satprem for a long time.)<\/i><\/p>\n
Do you see something?<\/i><\/p>\n
(Mother plunges in.
Half an hour goes by)<\/i>
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No inclination to speak unless you put questions…. [[This sentence was said in English. ]] <\/p>\n
Am I getting a little closer?<\/i><\/p>\n
Oh, you’re doing very well, mon petit! That….
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Page 67<\/font><\/p>\n (Mother takes Satprem’s hands Last time, my impression was that the old man in you had awakened in order to be transformed. But only you can know…. I felt that because he was a totally different man from the one I know now. But only you can tell me if he has actually been transformed or if he has disappeared.<\/p>\n I don’t know. I think he’s trying to get transformed …<\/i><\/p>\n Yes, that was my impression. But now I have the feeling that that division no longer exists. When I look at you…. When I was there [in Satprem], I felt that the division no longer exists – only you can tell me if at other times it comes back. As you are now, near me, it’s very good – very good, it’s smooth. <\/i>I don’t know how to put it, smooth….<\/i> I don’t sense any struggle or conflict or difficulty in you, none at all. Perhaps I don’t see it or….<\/p>\n No, no! Of course, you see, Mother!<\/i><\/p>\n You see, the Presence is constantly here; when people come, they dim it, as it were, they create obstructions, but when you are here (immutable gesture), <\/i>there is none of that, it’s quiet, it’s…. In other words, He is here. Which to me is a sign that you’re doing well. (Mother plunges in)<\/i> All I see is very good – very close. Very close. What shall I say ? … How shall I put it ? … You see, when there’s nobody here, there’s an eternal and luminous existence; when people come, they bring problems, difficulties. But, when you are here- when you are here, even when I hold your hands, like now – there’s the same Quiet. A luminous peace that … that leads to Joy, you follow? It’s good, mon petit, very good. Don’t worry. I can tell you: it’s good. (Satprem lays his forehead on Mother’s knees)<\/i> What day is today? Page 68<\/font><\/p>\n It’s Saturday.<\/i><\/p>\n So in two days, it’s the 21st.<\/p>\n Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n So I won’t see you again!<\/p>\n No, Mother … Happy birthday, Mother!<\/i><\/p>\n Page 69<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" February 19, 1972 (Mother gazes at Satprem for a long time.) Do you see something? (Mother plunges in.Half an hour goes by) No inclination to…<\/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-5725","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\/5725","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=5725"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5725\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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