{"id":5898,"date":"2013-07-13T02:04:45","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=5898"},"modified":"2013-07-13T02:04:45","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T02:04:45","slug":"015-september-3-1955-vol-01-volume-01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/02-works-of-the-mother\/03-agenda\/01-volume-01\/015-september-3-1955-vol-01-volume-01","title":{"rendered":"-015_September 3_1955.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><H3>September 3, 1955<\/H3><br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><i>(Letter to Mother from Satprem)<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>Pondicherry, September 3, 1955<\/i><br \/>\n<P align=\"justify\">Mother, it seems that for weeks I have been knocking against myself at every turn, as though I were in a prison, and I cannot get out of it. Mother, I need your Space, your Light, to get out of this walled-in night that is suffocating me.<br \/>\n<P align=\"justify\">No matter where I concentrate, in my heart, above my head, between my eyes, I bang everywhere into an unyielding wall; I no longer know which way to turn, what I must do, say, pray in order to be freed from all this at last. Mother, I know that I am not making all the effort I should, but help me to make this effort, I implore your grace. I need so much to find at last this solid rock upon which to lean, this space of light where finally I may seek refuge. Mother, open the psychic being in me, open me to your sole Light which I need so much. Without your grace, I can only turn in circles, hopelessly. O Mother, may I live in you.<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\">Your child,<br \/>\n<P align=\"right\"><i>Signed: <\/i>Bernard<br \/>\n<P align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">Page 53<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">ISBN 2-902776-33-0<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p>\n&nbsp;<\/textarea><\/form>\n<p><\/title><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/table>\n<p><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>September 3, 1955 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry, September 3, 1955 Mother, it seems that for weeks I have been knocking against myself at&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[141],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5898","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-01-volume-01","wpcat-141-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5898","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=5898"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5898\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5898"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5898"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5898"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}