Manifestation of the Divine

December 1969

What have you brought?

The calendar of prayers, Mother.

Oh, that’s what it is!

(I give the calendar to the Mother. Looking at the painting for December, She asks:)

What is it?

‘Victory’⁵³, Mother.

‘Victory’— and all this?

These are the rays of ‘Victory’, Mother.

Oh! it is well done. Let me see what I wrote the previous time.

(Mother reads the prayer for November and asks:)

What is this flower?

Mother, it is ‘Supramentalised Psychological Perfection’ ⁵⁴.

Ah! and these are its petals?

No, Mother, it is a decoration.

(Mother smiles.) Ah, well!

(Then She writes:)

O Seigneur Suprême
Ta perfection est progressive
dans son expression.
Permets clue j’aie
le même pouvoir de progrès qu’elle.

O Supreme Lord,
Thy perfection is progressive
in its expression.
Grant that I may have
the same power of progress as it has.

This is for the whole world.

I was saying that “Thy perfection is progressive in its expression.” “Expression” means the manifestation, the manifested world. Its manifestation is progressive. In other words its expression in this world is perfect. The Supreme: what He has manifested of Himself is a perfect expression; and it is also a perfect expression of this world. And what He wants to do, and what He is doing and is conceiving of doing, is to take this perfect expression of the world which He has created towards another perfection. Ah! the perfection towards another perfection of His manifestation, the whole towards another expression of the perfection. And this is progressive. The perfection which He has created is taken towards another higher perfection. Like this, the whole goes into another plane. This world also is His expression which is perfect and now moves . . . towards another perfection. I mean to say . . . but this is enough. If you have understood a little of this — it is to know a lot of things. You understand . . . which is progressive. To speak much about it does not help. One must have lived it in order to understand it better. This is enough, I will not say more. If this has entered in you, it will make a world of difference for you.

Well. Au revoir.

Au revoir, Douce Mère.

2 December 1969