Agenda de l’action Supramentale sur la Terre. The 'psychological preparation' of Satprem for his role as The Mother's confidant, as She narrated her experiences of the 'yoga of the cells' from 1951-1973.
This first volume is mostly what could be called the "psychological preparation" of Satprem. Mother's confidant had to be prepared, not only to understand the evolutionary meaning of Mother's discoveries, to follow the tenuous thread of man's great future unravelled through so many apparently disconcerting experiences - which certainly required a steady personal determination for more than 19 years! - but also, in a way, he had to share the battle against the many established forces that account for the present human mode of being and bear the onslaught of the New Force. Satprem - "True Love" - as Mother called him, was a reluctant disciple. Formed in the French Cartesian mold, a freedom fighter against the Nazis and in love with his freedom, he was always ready to run away, and always coming back, drawn by a love greater than his love for freedom. Slowly she conquered him, slowly he came to understand the poignant drama of this lone and indomitable woman, struggling in the midst of an all-too-human humanity in her attempt to open man's golden future. Week after week, privately, she confided to him her intimate experiences, the progress of her endeavour, the obstacles, the setbacks, as well as anecdotes of her life, her hopes, her conquests and laughter: she was able to be herself with him. He loved her and she trusted him. It is that simple.
(Lettre de Satprem à Mère)
Pondichéry, 12 décembre 1956
Mère, une lettre de W.: il quitte le Brésil et se retire des affaires définitivement.
Mère, que faire de ma vie? Je me sens absolument seul, dans le vide. Quel espoir aurais-je puisque je n’ai pas pu m’intégrer à l’Ashram? Il ne me reste plus de but. Je suis de nulle part. Inutile.
J’ai voulu rester près de toi, et je t’aime, mais il y a quelque chose en moi qui n’accepte pas une «fin à l’Ashram». Il y a en moi un besoin de FAIRE, d’agir. Mais quoi? Quoi? Ai-je quelque chose à faire dans cette vie?
J’ai pendant des années rêvé d’aller au Turkestan chinois. Est-ce là que je dois me diriger? Ou vers l’Afrique?
Je ne vois rien, rien. Oh Mère, je me tourne vers toi dans ce vide qui m’étreint. Entends ma prière. Dis-moi ce que je dois faire. Donne-moi un signe. Mère tu es mon seul recours, car qui m’indiquerait le chemin à prendre, qui m’aimerait sauf toi. Ou est-ce mon destin de partir dans la nuit?
Pardonne-moi, Mère, de t’aimer si mal, de me donner si mal. Mère tu es mon seul espoir, sinon tout est parfaitement désespéré en moi.
Ton enfant
Signé: Bernard
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