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 septembre 1955
Mère, depuis des semaines il me semble me cogner de tous côtés en moi-même comme dans une prison et je n’arrive pas à en sortir. Mère j’ai besoin de ton Espace, de ta Lumière enfin, de sortir de cette nuit murée où j’étouffe.
De quelque côté que je me concentre, dans le cœur, au-dessus de la tête, entre les yeux, je me cogne partout à un mur qui ne veut pas céder, je ne sais plus de quel côté me tourner, ce qu’il faut faire, dire, prier pour me délivrer enfin. Mère je sais que je ne fais pas tous les efforts qu’il faudrait, mais aide-moi à faire ces efforts, j’implore ta grâce. J’ai tellement besoin de trouver enfin ce roc solide sur lequel je pourrai m’appuyer, cet espace de lumière où je pourrai enfin prendre refuge. Mère ouvre en moi cet être psychique, ouvre-moi à ta seule Lumière dont j’ai tant besoin. Sans ta grâce je ne puis que tourner en rond désespérément. O Mère, que je vive en toi.
Ton enfant
Signé: Bernard
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