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the strongest justifications for death: to be thus fixed into some familiar “persona”
is so limiting and contrary that no evolving existence can inhabit it for very long…
*2-5-1989, Auroville:
In a moment JYL and I will leave for Madras Airport; he is to fly at 5 pm via Delhi.
The parting isn’t easy. But the Pressure is constantly there to guide and help, like a
Big Friend guiding the movements of small children…
*5-5-1989, Auroville:
This morning in the Chamber, Selvam came to work with me. I am fond of him and
it might work, but there’s an attraction there that brings an element of struggle into
the normally quiet concentration I’ve had so far…
*6-5-1989, Auroville:
It is C’s birthday. It is also the day she and R are leaving…
Yesterday evening I had taken her to Pondy and we drank gin together by the sea,
and she got a little tipsy and so lovely and so dear…
She loved the bracelet I had made for her and, later, the wondrous dress Su has
been stitching for her the past two weeks…
… With R it hasn’t been easy this time, till the very last moment of parting when at
last his resistance gave way and he lay his head on my breast…
… Vivian has also left, yesterday; and in a couple of days Su will shift back to C’s
house…
Draw me, Mother, to the birthing of this new being: it is full, it knows, because it
IS; it loves, because it IS; it embraces, because it IS…
*8-5-1989, Auroville:
This morning I worked part-time alone, with a good, quiet energy, and part-time
with Selvam, who seems to be attaching himself to me, like a wagon, and willing to
join in a quiet and concentrated manner…
… This afternoon I was at Janet’s to do my work there; I also read the last issue of
the Auroville Review, and found it to be a shameless, egotist imitation of Satprem
all through…
… Su is having some difficult time, back to the other house by herself; she would
rather stay here with me; at least her emotional being feels that way, and she is a
little angry at me for not helping her to make the shift…
*9-5-1989, Auroville:
What I sense as “my opening” must itself evolve and become more concrete: a real
opening, not a partial, habituated one… It feels like there is an avalanche of Being
and of Force, of fulfilling, conscious Force, ready to pour and pour… But the sheer
habit of existing as a small, half-empty, limited and separated consciousness, is
imposing the pace of its own taming…