(Mother sees Sujata, who reads her a letter from Satprem.)<\/i>
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December 10, 1972<\/p>\n
Mother,<\/i><\/p>\n
For the past several nights, my body seems to have<\/i><\/p>\n
been
\n physically tortured all night long. I keep tossing <\/i><\/p>\n
and turning in pain. Also I feel as if my stomach is being<\/i><\/p>\n
clawed. I am afraid that if this goes on, I am actually <\/i><\/p>\n
Page 323<\/font><\/p>\n going to fall ill. In the morning when I come out of it, I <\/i><\/p>\n feel as if my body were full of poison. [[I now wonder whether I was May I become entirely and exclusively your child.<\/i><\/p>\n Satprem For me life is a torture if I am not exclusively turned to the Divine. That’s the only remedy; otherwise, it’s true, life is a torture. Existing becomes intolerable. The only remedy is to be like this … (gesture, hands turned upward in contemplative silence) … <\/i>when time ceases to exist. Page 324<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" December 10, 1972 (Mother sees Sujata, who reads her a letter from Satprem.) December 10, 1972 Mother, For the past several nights, my body seems…<\/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-5782","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\/5782","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=5782"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5782\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5782"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5782"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5782"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n not, in my own measure, beginning to learn the painful lesson of oneness,
\n which starts with all the ambient ill-will. Now I understand fully well that
\n there must be no more "person" in order to withstand all that. If there is
\n "somebody-who," it is painful – and dangerous. ]] <\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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