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.
29. Februar 1956
ERSTE SUPRAMENTALE MANIFESTATION
(während der gemeinsamen Meditation am Mittwoch)
[[ Von Mutters Hand geschrieben. ]] )
Heute abend war die Göttliche Gegenwart anwesend unter uns, konkret und materiell. Ich hatte eine Form aus lebendem Gold, weit wie das Universum, und ich stand vor einem ungeheuren Tor aus massivem Gold - das Tor, das die Welt vom Göttlichen trennt.
Als ich das Tor betrachtete, wußte und wollte ich, in einer einzigen Bewegung des Bewußtseins: DIE ZEIT IST GEKOMMEN - the time has come - und ich hob mit beiden Händen einen riesigen goldenen Hammer und versetzte dem Tor einen Schlag, nur einen einzigen, und das Tor brach in Trümmer.
Da verbreitete sich das Licht, die Kraft und das Bewußtsein des Supramentals in ununterbrochenen Wogen über die Erde.
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