(Mother’s first words for almost a month. Her left eye is
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Forbidden to speak: it makes me cough terribly.
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Do you know a man with slightly red hair, or dark blond, and a beard?
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No?… He was here (gesture next to Satprem). <\/i>You don’t know who it is?… He was sitting like that, on the ground.
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(Mother looks again) <\/i>You have many disciples now, don’t you?
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Who? [[Satprem heard "he has many disciples" and thought Mother was referring to this red-haired man. It never occurred to him he could have disciples! ]] <\/i><\/p>\n
(silence) <\/i>
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Who?<\/i><\/p>\n
(silence)<\/i>
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Not me?!<\/i><\/p>\n
(Mother plunges in again)<\/i>
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It’s better…. Very slowly.
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If I remember once it’s over, I’ll have something really interesting to say.
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It’s the experience of the
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Page 303<\/font><\/p>\n We’ll see. The psychic may have … it may have "attended," you understand, without intervening, and it may remember, possibly. Its … anyway. It’s still a … The result isn’t certain, that’s all I can say. (silence)<\/i> It’s something prodigious … which looks idiotic. (long silence)<\/i> You know, the little body … the little body is like a point, but its impression is of being the expression of an AWESOME power, and it’s … like this: no capacity, no expression, nothing – and rather … rather miserable. And yet … it’s like a condensation – condensation – like the condensation of an AWESOME power!… At times, it even has difficulty bearing it, you understand. All experiences are as if multiplied a hundred times…. Only, it has difficulty learning. (Satprem lays his forehead on Mother’s knees.<\/i> Mother What’s this? <\/p>\n (Sujata:) I don’t know, it’s a new flower, Mother. [[A double hibiscus with a new color between red and pink. ]] <\/i><\/p>\n (Mother nods)<\/i> Ah, isn’t it! I feel it’s a flower connected to what’s going on. <\/p>\n (Satprem:) It’s a hibiscus, a "Power."<\/i><\/p>\n Yes, it’s a Power. I’ll give you one so you try and find out what it is. I’ll keep the other to see if I find out. There, my children. (Mother takes Satprem’s hands)<\/i> The end isn’t … I mean, the result isn’t decided yet in my consciousness. It may be … the Attempt, it may be … (vague gesture spreading out in time and space).<\/i> Page 304<\/font><\/p>\n It’s preparing something prodigious, but I don’t know whether this body … whether it’s this body that will do it. That’s all. (Mother takes Sujata’s hand in her left hand<\/i> and Satprem’s hand in her right one)<\/i> Page 305<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" September 2, 1970 (Mother’s first words for almost a month. Her left eye is very swollen, her voice husky. It is not over yet.) Forbidden to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[146],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-11-volume-11","wpcat-146-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6455","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=6455"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6455\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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