In all who have risen to a greater Life,
A voice of unborn things whispers to the ear,
To their eyes visited by some high sunlight
Aspiration shows the image of a crown [Savitri: 183]
When we came to live in Aspiration, we were babies, and we still are babies.
But like babies, we had such faith, in our Mother, in Her new creation: everything was going to change, today, or may be tomorrow… From the red earth a new world would arise, because “All’s miracle here and can by miracle change.”
After some time, we felt the need to come closer to Her; I mean physically, and to put before Her the problems, day to day problems that we had. I wrote to Her and She agreed to see the three of us, Alain, Jean Pierre (Bhagawan Das) and myself, once a week on Tuesdays at three o’clock in the afternoon.
Most of the time we were rather lightly dressed, working in the garden planting trees, as it was just the beginning of Aspiration in the desert. But for that wonderful meeting, we put on our best dress—like today I have put on my beautiful white shirt. On that day, we were really trying to be at our best—not only outwardly! We were making effort to be in touch with something deeper within us.
The first time when we went to see Mother, it was difficult to speak. We had prepared some questions and so we put the questions before Her. I think the main problem we had in the beginning was how to do practical work and at the same time do the inner discovery—do the inner work. That was the problem for us, it was not easy. We asked Her this question and She answered. She said: “Actually the ideal would have been if the inner discovery had been made before coming here.” But of course She didn’t stop at that. She didn’t send us back home, because our home was here.
I came in 1967 for the first time to see my mother. And I met Mother. When I went back to France, it was a hard time for me because life away from Mother was so strange and at times so painful. So, in 1969 I came back and just before leaving — I had my ticket to return to France — I told Mother: “Well, I don’t feel like going back.” At that time it was so simple. She told me, “You can stay as long as you like.” So I am still here, you see. At that time it was very very simple with Mother, no complications: you want to stay, you stay; if the aspiration is there, you stay with me.
Merci, Mère.
