Oddly enough, I was trying to devise—to invent or construct—a new bed for you, as though yours wasn’t comfortable. A bed that would allow you… yes, to be a little more comfortable. I’ve no idea what it means!
I do. It’s very good! (laughter)
Very good.
(silence)
What’s the time?… What would you like?1
Whatsoever you like.
No!… (laughing) I am at your disposal!
You don’t have anything to say?
I’ve noticed I am becoming extremely sensitive. The least disturbance in the atmosphere and I get blows.
Oh, me too! And to such an extent that it makes me ill.
Yes, quite annoying it is. But there must be a radical remedy, I mean something that shelters you completely. That would be….
Personally, my solution is to curl up materially in the Divine. Only it’s difficult. It’s…. It can be done, but all this (zigzagging gesture in the air) makes a constant disturbance.
(Mother plunges in holding Satprem’s hands)
Mother means contemplative silence, naturally. ↩
***
questions, comments, suggestions/feedback, take-down requests, contribute, etc
contact me @ integralyogin@gmail.com or via the comments below
or join the integral discord server (chatrooms)
if the page you visited was empty, it may be noted and I will try to fill it out. cheers