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 revenu à Pondichéry, à Mère)
Pondichéry, 10 juillet 1959
Mère,
Tu m’excuseras mais je ne peux pas venir à l’entrevue. J’ai le cœur brisé. Je ne saurais pas te parler.
J’ai trouvé la force de ne pas me tuer tout à l’heure. Le destin s’est répété une fois de plus, mais cette fois-ci ce n’est pas moi qui ai rejeté, comme dans les existences passées, c’est elle qui m’a rejeté: «Too late» (trop tard). Un instant, j’ai cru que j’allais devenir fou aussi, tant j’ai eu mal – et puis j’ai fini par dire «Que ta Volonté soit faite» (celle du Seigneur Suprême) et j’ai répété: «Ta Grâce est là, même dans la plus grande souffrance.» Mais je suis brisé, un peu comme un mort-vivant. Sois satisfaite, je ne porterai donc jamais la robe blanche que gourouji m’avait donnée.
Tu comprendras que je n’ai pas la force d’aller te voir. Ma seule force est de ne pas me révolter, ma seule force est de croire en la Grâce envers et contre tout. Je crois que j’ai trop de chagrin dans mon cœur pour me révolter contre quoi que ce soit. II me semble que j’ai une sorte de grande pitié pour ce monde.
Bien, cette fois-ci je me tais.
Adieu Mère.
Signé: Satprem
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