April 24, 1964

The same experience came back to me later; it isn't another "version" or another way of saying it, it's the experience that suddenly came back so acutely, so intensely (Mother reads her note):

"Human beings are so powerless, so imperfect, so incomplete!

The "incomplete" was the strongest of the three - so incomplete!

"Only the all-powerful rule of Truth and Love upon earth can make life tolerable."

It's like a continuation - but it didn't come as a continuation: it's the experience that came back. As if something in the consciousness of THE EARTH felt an urgent and irrevocable need for this change - for the change, for the new creation. As if the consciousness of the earth ... The aspiration grows so intense, you know, so acute, so constant, so concentrated - under pressure - that something has to burst.

So these are poor words. The experience translates itself into words at a given moment: first, there is the intensity of the experience, then spontaneously - spontaneously - it takes the form of words, so I note them down. But the words are thin and flat, they're poor. But it's ... like when you are about to come into contact with your psychic being and you feel the ego's obstruction; there comes a point when you push and push to get through, it's so acute that you feel as if everything is going to burst. And in fact something does burst.

It's the same thing for the earth, the same experience.

It's the consciousness of THE EARTH pushing away like that, absolutely disgusted with what is there, and feeling the need for ... for THE THING to come.

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Soon afterwards, Mother files another note:

"You ask for the story of their death - but some deaths have no story. It is the tranquil transition from one state of consciousness to another, peacefully entering a silent wait for another period of activity."

There are some things, like this one, that I wrote but never sent. I remember, there were people who had bombarded me with letters; I wrote this immediately, and then it stayed.

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Another slip of paper:

"I do not have faith in ceremonies and rites."