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, 3 juin 1960
Douce Mère,
Je suis un peu découragé. Toutes les nuits je glisse dans un trou noir d’où je me réveille crevé le matin. Pas une seconde de sommeil conscient. Il me faut une heure pour récupérer de mon «sommeil». Au fond, je vis constamment «sur mes nerfs» et la moindre chose fatigue mon corps.
Mais cela n’est rien. Je supporterais très volontiers toutes les fatigues, si au moins il y avait un peu de conscience. Mais rien, comme si j’étais aussi bouché qu’un concierge parisien!
Mère, il n’y a guère d’instant de ma vie consciente où je n’aspire à «plus de conscience» – et ce trou où je glisse la nuit, comme si de rien n’était!
Excuse mes doléances. Si je savais que faire, au moins, pour que cela change.
Ton enfant
Signé: Satprem
(Réponse de Mère)
Dimanche après-midi
Mon cher enfant,
Le meilleur repos est de rentrer dans le silence intérieur pendant quelques moments.
Bénédiction.
Signé: Mère
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