Mother's Agenda • Vol. 9 • 1968

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by  The Mother

Mother's Agenda
Vol. IX
1968
Translated from French
Institut de Recherches Evolutives
This book was first published in France under the title L'Agenda de Mère — 1968
© 1981 Institut de Recherches Évolutives, Paris.
Rendered into English under the direction of Satprem
This Agenda... is
my gift to
those who love me
MOTHER
Table of Contents
January
January 1, 1968
January 3, 1968
January 6, 1968
January 10, 1968
January 12, 1968
January 17, 1968
January 20, 1968
January 24, 1968
January 27, 1968
January 31, 1968
February
February 3, 1968
February 7, 1968
February 10, 1968
February 14, 1968
February 17, 1968
February 20, 1968
February 28, 1968
March
March 2, 1968
March 9, 1968
March 13, 1968
March 16, 1968
March 20, 1968
March 23, 1968
March 27, 1968
March 30, 1968
April
April 3, 1968
April 6, 1968
April 10, 1968
April 13, 1968
April 17, 1968
April 20, 1968
April 23, 1968
April 24, 1968
April 27, 1968
May
May 2, 1968
May 4, 1968
May 8, 1968
May 11, 1968
May 15, 1968
May 18, 1968
May 22, 1968
May 25, 1968
May 29, 1968
June
June 3, 1968
June 5, 1968
June 8, 1968
June 12, 1968
June 15, 1968
June 18, 1968
June 22, 1968
June 26, 1968
June 29, 1968
July
July 3, 1968
July 6, 1968
July 10, 1968
July 13, 1968
July 17, 1968
July 20, 1968
July 24, 1968
July 27, 1968
July 31, 1968
August
August 3, 1968
August 7, 1968
August 10, 1968
August 22, 1968
August 28, 1968
August 30, 1968
September
September 4, 1963
September 7, 1968
September 11, 1968
September 14, 1968
September 21, 1968
September 25, 1968
September 28, 1968
October
October 5, 1968
October 9, 1968
October 11, 1968
October 16, 1968
October 19, 1968
October 23, 1968
October 26, 1968
October 30, 1968
November
November 2, 1968
November 6, 1968
November 9, 1968
November 13, 1960
November 16, 1968
November 20, 1968
November 23, 1968
November 27, 1968
November 30, 1968
December
December 4, 1968
December 11, 1968
December 14, 1968
December 18, 1968
December 21, 1968
December 25, 1968
December 28, 1968
January
January 1, 1968
(Message for the new year:)
Remain young,
Never stop striving
towards Perfection.
Mother
January 3, 1968
Mother arrives forty-five
minutes late:
And I come with my work unfinished! The work remains to be done (Mother points to a bundle of
letters)... Now the nights begin at 11 P.M., no more lunch, of course rest is out of the question, and no
more exercises, so... And people and people and more people... at least a quarter of whom go back
unsatisfied, without my having seen them, because I don’t have the time.
I think it’s because my whole life long, until the age of about forty, I was perhaps the most punctual
person in the world: I was always right on the dot – maybe there was something proud which has got a
good knock!
That’s how it is.
But one thing is sure, it’s that the minute one goes out of the usual mental rhythm based on thoughts
(I am talking about the body), as soon as it has gone out of that, it has extraordinary endurance. What
makes things especially difficult is thoughts, fears, the old habits and all that....
January 6, 1968
I wanted to show you something, then I forgot. Maybe you’ve seen it? It’s something I am supposed to
have said to M. years ago, many years ago, about Savitri; he noted it down in French, and quite
recently (that is, perhaps three or four weeks ago), he showed me what he had noted.... And as it
happens, he showed it not only to me but to others (!). They’ve translated it into English and now they
want me to read it aloud so they can play it at the Playground. I wanted to revise the French with you,
but they want it in English. The English isn’t too good, but that doesn’t matter.... They are all
enthusiastic and happy – as for me, I don’t like it, because the form of it is so personal..
Have you seen the French text?
Yes, I have.
So?
He certainly caught something of your vibration, that can be felt. But I don’t know how it would
come out once you repeat it?... If you could say something anew on "Savitri"?
Ah!... But, you know, I am no longer the same person! I no longer say the same things – it’s
impossible. Impossible. I have been looking at it; in fact this whole story has come back now as if to
illustrate the huge difference – huge, but colossal difference in the state of consciousness. For me now,
that [notation about Savitri] is such a personal vision of things.... Yesterday, I had an interesting day
from that point of view.
It’s the physical ego that has been destroyed and is now like this (gesture with arms open
upward).... So it finds it odd! I don’t know how to explain. This way of putting oneself in the center of
things and seeing them in relation to that center of consciousness seems so... You understand, the
consciousness is spread out; it’s as much there or there as here, and it sees everything in relation to a
higher, central Consciousness (Mother brings her two arms together, joining the tips of her hands
above her head in a triangle pointing towards the Supreme), which is like a kind of Beacon – an
immutable, all-powerful beacon throwing the same light on all things, without the least personal
reaction of any sort.
And the last vestiges – yesterday they seemed to be the last ones, because of this text they had
asked me to read... Naturally, when I speak I say "I" because it’s the body that speaks, but it has no
sense of "I," it... It’s very hard to explain. Anyway, because of this affair, I said, "Ah, but how, how can
that be said when it’s not me? – There’s no me, it’s not me!" And at the same time, there was this
Consciousness above, saying, "No personal reactions – there’s no more ‘me,’ and if this must be done,
let it be done." And for hours and hours, there was such a peculiar state in which everything... It was
like kinds of vestiges, or pieces of bark, I don’t know; pieces of something a bit hard or shriveled,
which had crumbled and were turning into dust, and nothing, nothing but this Great Vibration (gesture
like two great wings beating in the infinite), so powerful, so calm – the whole day. A sort of perception
that life in a seemingly personal form like this one is only for action – only for action, for the
requirements of action; and there must be no reactions, only the instrument acting – acting on the
supreme Impulse, without reactions. And the perception was so clear that all, but all memories have
been abolished, and are being increasingly abolished, so there may only remain a sort of... mass of
vibrations organized so as to make you do what needs to be done in the whole for everything to be
prepared and... (gesture of ascent) for everything to grow, to strive more and more towards... the
transformation.
That makes speaking difficult, because of this old habit (maybe also a necessity to make oneself
understood) of using the word "I" – "I," what’s this I? It no longer corresponds to anything, except for a
mere appearance. And this appearance is the only contradiction. That’s the interesting point: this
appearance is clearly a contradiction of the truth; it’s something that still belongs to the old laws, at
least, in fact, in its appearance. And because of that, you are forced to say things in a certain way, but it
doesn’t correspond – it doesn’t correspond to your state of consciousness, not in the least.... There is a
fluidity, a breadth, a sort of totality, and above all, more and more strongly the sense that this (pointing
to the body) must grow INCREASINGLY SUPPLE – supple, fluid, so to speak, so as to express
without resistance or distortion the vision – the real vision, the real state of consciousness. To the
consciousness, this possibility of fluidity, of plasticity, is growing more and more evident, with only,
only just something outwardly which... is increasingly becoming an illusion. And yet, yet that’s what
others see, understand, know and call "me." And it truly strives and strives to adapt more and more,
but... time still appears to have its importance.
(long silence)
It’s a curious state of transition.
January 10, 1968
For an hour in the morning, I arrange flowers in my bathroom over there; all the flowers are kept there
so I select them (I make a distribution every morning). And it’s so beautiful! It’s wonderful. All the
flowers speak, like that, they have a life – they FEEL. And as I am very fond of them, they vibrate and
vibrate. Then, as some have closed up in the night, I take them, look at them, tell them they are pretty –
and they open up. Really a pleasant sight. Just look at this! (Mother holds out a rose)
* * *
Soon afterwards:
Now, there has come a message for February 29 [third anniversary of the supramental manifestation].
The message for the 21st is a jest, and this is the charitable explanation... which comes a week later!
Oh, it’s very simple (Mother reads):
Truth alone can give to the world
the power of receiving and manifesting