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.
(Brief von Satprem an Mutter)
Pondicherry, 14. November 1958
Mutter,
Ich habe das Gefühl, verkleidet zu sein. [[ Durch das orange Sannyasins-Gewand. ]] Und ich verabscheue Heuchelei - ich habe viele Fehler, aber nicht diesen.
Deshalb glaube ich, es ist besser, ich gehe fort.
Über meine Freunde in Hyderabad kann ich in Beziehung mit Leuten treten, die Unternehmungen in den Wäldern des belgischen Kongo besitzen. Dorthin will ich gehen, allein und fern von allem.
Aber da stellt sich wieder diese verfluchte Frage des Geldes, um die Überfahrt zu bezahlen. Hinterher werde ich schon durchkommen, das ist mir auch ziemlich egal, ich fürchte nichts mehr.
Mir scheint, je früher ich abreise, desto besser, wegen dieser Heuchelei, die ich verabscheue.
Satprem
(Mutters Antwort)
Freitag abend, 14. November 1958
Satprem,
Heuchelei läßt sich nicht heilen, in dem man nach unten zieht, was bereits oben ist, sondern in dem man nach oben hebt, was noch unten ist. Einem Impuls der Revolte nachzugeben, bedeutet eine Niederlage und eine Feigheit, die einer Seele wie der Deinen unwürdig sind.
Fliehe nicht vor der Schwierigkeit, halte ihr mutig stand und erringe den Sieg.
Meine Liebe ist mit Dir.
Mutter
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