(Satprem reads to Mother some passages from yesterday’s con<\/i>
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It’s good, you’ve done just what was needed. It’s just right, you’ve said it just perfectly.
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It really wasn’t useless.[[The long period of suffering. ]]
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I have such an impression — such a vivid and clear impression that the contact (with Satprem) <\/i>was CONSCIOUS the whole time. It was a conscious contact. As if we were making an effort together to try to understand things — circumstances are there to help you and further your understanding.
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Even when outwardly I was in pain and people thought I was entirely lost in my suffering, it didn’t concern me. I don’t know how to explain it…. I saw very well that my poor body was not brilliant, but it didn’t concern me. There was always the impression of that … that Truth which has to be understood and manifested.
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I wondered, I thought, “How come I didn’t see you for so many days?” And I had the impression that I was constantly with you. It was vivid — absolutely vivid and strong, very strong…. Quite a natural impression — not sought for, not the result of an effort, nothing: absolutely natural; the impression that we were together there (gesture above the head), <\/i>just above the head — just, just above the head together. And what you’ve just read is exactly what I would have said.<\/p>\n
It is what you said.<\/i><\/p>\n
It’s very good. I am happy.
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It served some purpose.
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(Mother takes Satprem’s hands)<\/i>
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Page 28<\/font><\/p>\n So … I don’t know, I can see you some morning, if necessary — just let me know.<\/p>\n You have to let me know! You tell me when you think….<\/i><\/p>\n Me…. You know, in appearance (in appearance, to all appearances!), I’ve become a poor little creature full of pain. It’s not over. There are still hours; for hours on end it still hurts. It’s not over. So…. The appearance is quite accurate: a kind of painful little creature. But it’s irrelevant, if you tell me, “I need to see you” or “I have something to ask you,” or … then I will say yes and I’ll call you. It would be more convenient for me.<\/p>\n I wouldn’t dare.<\/i><\/p>\n I can’t plan anything because….<\/p>\n Yes, Mother, yes.<\/i><\/p>\n Because I am still a … a quarter of a person!<\/p>\n Mother, whenever you want, you’ll call me yourself.<\/i><\/p>\n In any case, when the Bulletin <\/i>is ready, you’ll come and show it to me. Au revoir. (Satprem leaves, (Laughing) <\/i>I gave your flowers to Satprem, so you don’t have any!<\/p>\n I have your hands, Mother!<\/i><\/p>\n Are you all right, mon petit?<\/p>\n Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n You had some trouble here (pointing to the chest), <\/i>is it over?<\/p>\n It’s almost over.<\/i><\/p>\n Page 29<\/font><\/p>\n Only almost…. Are you coughing?<\/p>\n No, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n (Mother sits concentrated)<\/i> Would you like to have a small photo to keep with you, or do you have one?<\/p>\n I would, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n (To the assistant:) <\/i>Bring me the box of photos. Something you can put like this (next to the chest).<\/i> Do you know this one?<\/p>\n No, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n You don’t know it! (Mother holds the photo<\/i> between her I am giving it to you with special intention that you get COMPLETELY well. Completely, so there’s no more trouble.<\/p>\n Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n Au revoir, mon petit. So then, give me a sign or let me know (laughing)<\/i>: “It would be good if you saw Satprem!” All right? (laughter)<\/i><\/p>\n Yes, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n When you really feel like seeing me.<\/p>\n I always feel like seeing you, so… !<\/i><\/p>\n (Laughing) <\/i>You can come by [every day] and say, “Good morning, Mother! Good morning, Mother! Good morning….” (Mother makes a little gesture with her hand.)<\/i><\/p>\n Fine, Mother.<\/i><\/p>\n That’s always possible. Now it’s not like before. I have time. Page 30<\/font><\/p>\n Au revoir, mon petit. I never leave you. Page 31<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" January 17, 1971 (Satprem reads to Mother some passages from yesterday’s con versation that will be published in the "Bulletin." Mother’s voice is like a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[149],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6678","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-12-volume-12","wpcat-149-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6678","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=6678"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6678\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6678"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6678"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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