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, 20. April 1960
Liebe Mutter,
Bei meiner Ankunft schmerzte und schockierte es mich, X in einem abscheulichen Haus leben zu sehen, das einem Bahnhof in Miniatur (und weniger gut) gleicht, mit Schnörkeln aus grell-gelbem Zement. Überall Zement - sogar den "Innenhof" haben sie einbetoniert und den schönen Baum ausgerissen, der dort stand. O Mutter, das ist Raubbau, barbarisch! Du kannst es Dir nicht vorstellen! Wirklich, M hat ein Verbrechen begangen.
Als Trost hatte ich die Freude, Deine beiden Briefe vorzufinden. Ja, seit einiger Zeit scheint es mir, Deine physische Gegenwart besser zu fühlen. Aber warum bin ich bloß so blockiert, wo liegt der Fehler? Ich habe ständig das Gefühl, abseits von mir selbst zu leben, oder besser gesagt in einem winzigen Bruchteil meiner selbst, und es gelingt mir nicht, des Restes bewußt zu werden - eine beständige Amnesie. Das ist unangenehm und recht dumm. Was wird diesen Panzer hochgehen lassen?
Es eilt mir, zu Dir zurückzukommen.
Dein Kind mit Dankbarkeit und Liebe.
Satprem
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