journal d'une transition

1101

With this book, more directly and intimately than with any text, numberless souls

will be opened to Her, to the fullness of Her Presence and the concreteness of Her

Guidance.

Since it will cover many years, it will convey the sense of Her Consciousness

working through life and Matter, beyond any particular image or form.

The book could be presented in several parts or sections, for instance:

Chronological, till 1962, with only Her;

In Her room upstairs, from 1962 to 1973;

with only Her;

Chronologically, with people (children,

disciples, visitors, etc.);

Chronologically, all the Balcony Darshans.

I see the lay-out clearly; it has to be beautiful all through.

I have a sense of how to proceed, if you all agree unreservedly.

I am ready to give myself wholly to the task, and am also ready to merely stand by

for any service required.

The initial thrust and the basic support are yours to give.

Then, there are those, here and abroad, who are holding photographs and should

be invited to participate.

I believe that, once the spirit of the project is alive, there ought to be no problems

and everyone concerned can feel good to contribute.

I also believe it could be realised and ready during the 25

year following Her

withdrawal, if the work begins now.

To me there is unquestionably a divine purpose in Mother’s willingness to let all

these photographs be taken, which goes beyond the need of the moment.

I worry very much that I am unable to convey to you how evident I feel this

necessity to be. The conscious charge of this book will be so tremendous, it is

beyond words.

Please, I have never known how to end a letter, so I end this with a silent prayer.

Divakar”

Note: I had not realised how much influence Pranab was still wielding and how

much control he still exerted over the matter of Her photographs. Manoj knew that,

of course; he did not want me to get insulted or hurt, and he alone or the trustees

together, could not or would not even try to persuade Pranab of the validity of my

proposal. Manoj, thus, just tried to let me have a chance at conveying the essence

of my “dream” to a man who was then a close associate of Pranab and worked with

him on some publications, Kittu Reddy. I met Kittu Reddy in the Ashram. He

listened well and seemed to be moved by the possibility. But he could not give me

any answer on his own: he had to refer to Pranab. A few days later, Kittu Reddy let