The Mother

Agenda

Volume 8

November 10, 1967

Last night again, for a long time in that same place. It's strange, because I wouldn't be able to tell the precise memory of all that took place, but with every circumstance of the morning, every moment the impression is, “Ah, this was decided last night... ah, I saw that last night....” Like that. Strange. And it's always the night before the day when I am to see you.

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(Mother reads out the message she intends to distribute for January 1, 1968:)

“Remain young. Never stop striving towards perfection.”

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(Then Mother goes into a long contemplation lasting nearly forty-five minutes.)

Anything to say, or to ask?... As for me, I can stay like this indefinitely. It never happens, mind you¹ – yes, for a minute or two, but a long moment like this gives me a sort of bath of tranquil light: there's nothing left, nothing stirs anymore, it's all luminous, peaceful, tranquil... a sort of bliss.

Whew!

¹ Because Mother never has the time.

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