The last turning point in Mother’s yoga, from which she emerges with a cry: “I walked a long, long time. I was nothing but a cry, all the time, as if everything were being torn from me. It was the whole problem of the world.”
This Agenda is increasingly strewn with heartrending little cries. It was not enough to have found the secret for herself; others too had to understand, her own disciples, those dominions shut in their egoistic power.
“They don’t have faith! ‘She’s old, she’s old’: an atmosphere of resistance to the change; ‘it’s impossible, impossible’ – from every side… Not a single minute should be wasted; I am in a hurry… The reign of the Divine must, oh, must come… If the entire Russian block turned to the right side, that would be an enormous help! The victory is certain, but I don’t know which path will be followed to reach it… We should cling, cling so tightly to the Truth… They no longer listen to me.” Continue reading Mother’s Agenda 1971 , Volume 12 (ebook) →