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(Letter to Mother from Satprem)<\/i>
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Pondicherry
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Mother,
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You sent me this flower, ‘Vital Collaboration.’ I am taking this opportunity to tell you something which has been weighing on my heart for years and which, naturally, comes back up whenever things go badly.
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I have been here seven years and I can’t count a single concrete experience, not a single vision (the only things that have ever happened were in Ceylon or Rameswaram). I haven’t even managed to have a few slightly conscious nights.
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Page 377<\/font><\/p>\n Isn’t this reason enough to be discouraged? In any case, these questions are stirring in me – and the vital is not happy [nor the mental, nor the physical]. Excuse me if I speak too frankly. Signed: <\/i>Satprem June 3, 1960 <\/b> (Letter to Mother from Satprem)<\/i> Pondicherry, June 3, 1960 Sweet Mother, I’m a bit discouraged. Every night I slip into a black abyss from which I wake up in the morning drained. <\/i>Not one second of conscious sleep. It takes me an hour to recuperate from my ‘sleep’. In fact, I am constantly ‘on edge’ and the least thing exhausts my body. But that’s nothing. I would bear all the exhaustion quite willingly if there were at least a touch of something conscious. But nothing, as if I were as thick as a Paris concierge! Mother, there is hardly an instant of my conscious life that I am not aspiring for ‘more consciousness’ – but there’s still this abyss I slip into at night, as if nothing existed! Pardon my “rumblings. If only at least I knew what I could do to change all this. Your child, Signed: <\/i>Satprem (Mother’s reply)<\/i> Sunday afternoon My dear child, The best rest is to enter into the inner silence <\/i>for a few moments. Blessings. Signed: <\/i>Mother Page 378<\/font><\/p>\n <\/font><\/p>\n ISBN 2-902776-33-0<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Undated May (?) 1960 (Letter to Mother from Satprem) Pondicherry Mother, You sent me this flower, ‘Vital Collaboration.’ I am taking this opportunity to tell…<\/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-5931","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\/5931","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=5931"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5931\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5931"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5931"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5931"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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