journal d'une transition

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In 1969-1970, Tara Jauhar was still in-charge of keeping, classifying and storing all known and available photographs; herself a good photographer, she had had the Mother’s permission to click her camera at Her in Her room many times. But they were a number of other photographers who were given a chance at one time or another, and all the photographs taken during the Balcony Darshans by various people were also sometimes made available. Later on, Tara had to leave the Ashram and move to Delhi to look after the Delhi branch of the Ashram and the School her father had been instructed by the Mother to start there. She took with her the negatives of her own photographs, but had to leave all the others unattended. Over the years I realised that it was not easy to preserve photographs in our climate. I became concerned about the fate of these many thousands of different photographs of the Mother, many of them never seen by the public, which were supposedly in the care of the Ashram, and learnt that perhaps not everything was done that could be done and should be done. I had been thinking more and more often of trying to have them all printed in the form of albums, composing a unique, unprecedented testimony to the avatar hood of the Mother and a direct and physical means for Her consciousness to reach for numberless souls and deliver the new birth in them. In September of that year, 1997, I decided to write to the Trustees of the Ashram, in the care of Manoj, one of the Trustees, a person who had always been to me a beacon of safety and simple, direct affection.

*On the Mother’s photographs.

“September 24, 1997.

Greetings,

Since long I have this dream, and now I must share it with you. For all these years, this dream being so obvious and simple, I assumed that naturally other people, better placed than me, would not only have it also, but realise it.

It has not happened, and time passes.

Here it is: To collect, in one beautiful, high quality, very simple book, bare of text, all the photographs of the Mother.

This is the biggest, deepest, richest treasure.

It has never come in the whole of history; it will never come again in this form.

This book would be a complete gift, testimony, and infinite source of realisation.

It could be called simply: “One Incarnation of the Mother”. Dedicated to Her, the Divine Adventuress, Sweet Mother, She who opens the way.

It would be an occasion too for many of us, children of Hers, to combine happily our dedications and our gratitude for Her Love and Action.