August 19, 1972

What do you have to say?

And you, Mother? Would you say something?

I've just seen over a hundred people.

Yes, you're a bit tired.

Not tired, it's... dazed, you know.

I am not saying anything.

But if you have something to ask?

You should rest a little, Mother.

I'll rest. But go on and ask me if you have something.

I have a feeling I am not making the right movement inwardly. I'm not going at it the right way.

Ah!... You're too active.

If you could simply.... More and more I feel that unless we do this (Mother opens her hands upwards in a gesture of surrender), and leave it, with an INTENSE faith in the divine Grace,... it's just... impossible.

Like this (same gesture).

(Mother plunges in then opens her eyes wide and looks at Satprem. The contemplation goes on, eyes open, unblinking.)