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)
Rameswaram, 9. Juni 1959
Liebe Mutter,
Entschuldige meine letzten Briefe. Ich litt.
Ich habe das Gefühl, sehr fern von Dir zu sein, seit Monaten. Ich sehe Dich nicht mehr in meinen Träumen, ich fühle Dich nicht mehr. Welchen Weg verfolge ich bloß?
Trotz all meiner Revolten brauche ich Dich, brauche ich Wahrheit, Licht und Liebe. Ich glaube all das schon gekannt zu haben, gehabt zu haben, und enteignet worden zu sein. Vielleicht leide ich deshalb.
Mutter, führ mich zu Dir, ich bin blind und ohne Kraft.
Dein Kind,
Satprem
(Mutters Antwort)
Donnerstag, 11. Juni 59
Satprem, mein liebstes Kind,
Ich erhielt Deinen guten Brief vom 9. Er wärmt mein Herz.
All die Dinge, die Du brauchst, Wahrheit, Licht, Liebe, meine Gegenwart in Dir, hattest Du und Du hast sie noch immer, sie wurden Dir nicht entzogen, aber etwas kam, das sie Deiner Wahrnehmung verschleierte, und das macht Dich unglücklich. Sie warten in Deiner Nähe, in Dir, ungeduldig, daß der Schatten sich auflöse und Du erkennst, daß sie Dich nicht verlassen haben.
Mit all meiner Liebe.
Mutter
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