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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

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