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To tell the truth, I don’t know what to do …. On Wednesdays and Saturdays, I keep things to a minimum, that is to say, I turn down more than half the people. And this is how it is. And the other days, sometimes I keep working till noon. It has become …
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Yet I start early But the requests [to see Mother] come to me through at least one, two, three, four … eight people: each of them brings requests. So there would be only one way, that’s to have several bodies!
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I wanted to tell you something amusing. You know that I haven’t played [music] there for two years – impossible. The other day it was Sunil’s birthday, and he told me, "Oh, you should play something to me for January 1st." I said, "I’ll try."
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Page 410<\/font><\/p>\n and my hands started playing. For a few minutes, I didn’t hear a single And someone played, I don’t know who – not someone human. It consoled me somewhat! (Mother laughs) It was better than the last time, [[Two years earlier. ]] because there was no idea that I COULD do anything, the body was certain that it couldn’t do anything at all, that it must have got out of the habit, but once I found myself seated, the hands started playing …. It seems to be more and more, "What You will I do." That’s the body’s attitude. The body says, "What You will I do." So from that point of view, it’s not going backward: it’s going forward. As far as organizing is concerned, I’ve lost control – I’ve lost control, everyone has taken control! … I’ve given up saying "I want," completely. And I clearly see that everyone is harassed, the requests come by the twenty, twenty-five, thirty at one go. So we cut down on that as much as we can. And I had positively said (I insisted, and I repeat it at every opportunity) that on Wednesdays and Saturdays, I don’t want to see many people …. I said, "I have work to do, I can’t." But I do understand: everyone is harassed. They bring me piles of requests – I turn down as many as I can. There’s something to be found. What if I called you early? <\/p>\n Whatever is convenient to you.<\/i><\/p>\n There’s no "convenience" for me. <\/p>\n Yes, there are conditions: these conversations, as I can really be what they should be only if you have of really empty time when you aren’t pressed by anything, so you<\/i><\/p>\n can go into an experience.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n That I can do any time. Page 411<\/font><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Yes, but still there’s a minimum ….<\/i><\/p>\n No. <\/p>\n Because how many times have you told me, "Oh, I had some<\/i><\/p>\n No, those were experiences that no longer seemed to me worth saying. No, that’s not it – the state is immutable, mon petit, twenty-four hours a day. <\/p>\n Yes, the state is unchanging, but to express your experience need a minimum of availability. When you are harassed at it’s clearly not the right moment.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n No, if I had something to say, I would say it. See, I’ve told you the story of Sunil – I would say it. No, what I have to say isn’t … There’s a curve, and at the moment, there are some very, very contradictory things present and active: an increase of trust and a decrease of trust – both at the same time. I get some very impertinent letters from people asking me why I did this or why I did that (I’m absolutely indifferent to it: when I read that, I laugh – it’s all the same to me), but I see, I see the atmosphere: there’s a progression of trust and dependence, a very rapid and great progression. And there is at the same time … all the little egos which rebel and are furious! But it’s very good because it comes from the Pressure of the Consciousness that wants things to be … open. For instance, some people had rancor for a long time, without saying anything – they are forced to say it. That’s how it is. There’s a very strong pressure for the transformation. And naturally, that’s why I am flooded with people …. Because there’s one point on which I don’t yield, it’s the hours of so- called sleep; from 8 at night till about 8 in the morning, it makes twelve hours during which the inner work can be done, and that I don’t want to touch. Of course, twelve hours is a lot: it’s half of the day So the other twelve hours, it’s an avalanche. But I am holding on to that, because those are the hours when the most important work is done. (It’s a little less, it’s really like that between 9 and 5 in the morning, rather; that’s really when the work is concentrated on the transformation.) It’s not that the rest of the time is a denial, not at all: that state of consciousness is immutable. Basically, I don’t think there are many Page 412<\/font><\/p>\n minutes, even in a day’s twenty-four hours, when the body isn’t conscious of the divine Presence – that’s how the body is. But the daytime hours are spent in action, they’re for others; the night hours are for its own transformation. So these hours of action are like that …. Every day, I see at least three or four people whom it was quite unnecessary to see; so that’s noted, but it’s not a lot; for most people, something is done, it’s really something getting done. It stirs, you understand – it stirs. At times, there are even quite astonishing things. So what should we do? Only, I’d like … I said, "There are only two days a week when I ask to have at least one quiet hour so as to do some work …." I don’t know what I should do. I cut down as much as I can, but it keeps coming and coming all the time. 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