April 8, 1973
(The next day, as agreed, I came to see Mother. From now on, the attendant was barely visible anymore, but she secretly recorded our conversations.1 The whole time of this meeting is spent in meditation. I keep having the feeling that Mother is trying to build another kind of bridge with me. Towards the end.)
Will I see you tomorrow?
It seems there are “still too many people”....
All right, Mother.
(Mother plunges in again)
1 Mother was well aware of it and had even said to her son, “She records when she isn't supposed to.”