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