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Volume 13

June 17, 1972

(Mother gives Sujata and Satprem a garland of “Patience”)

One needs a lot, a lot, a whole lot of it.


The signs are increasingly clear, but what PATIENCE one needs!

The slightest wrong movement immediately provokes a dreadful discomfort. The merest trifle.

Life is tolerable only like this (Mother opens her hands upwards).

The body – the body itself – feels like a little baby cradled in the arms of the Lord. But if it leaves this attitude only for a few seconds, it feels it's like death – instant dissolution. That's how it is.

The shortest hours are at night, from 8:30 at night till 6 in the morning – I don't sleep, but... (immense, silent gesture).

Then it's fine.


What about you, what do you say?

I wish all the recesses of my being would open up.

Mon petit, it's patience, patience, patience, patience.

(Mother plunges in, holding Satprem's hands)

Can you feel?

Yes, Mother.

Once I go into that consciousness, it's very difficult for me to come out.

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(As Satprem is about to leave, Mother hands him a note she has just written in English:)

Sri Aurobindo is an emanation of the Supreme who came on earth to announce the manifestation of a new race and the new world, the Supramental. Let us prepare for it in all sincerity and eagerness.

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