Mother's Agenda: 1961

In this year of the first American trip in space, Mother strikes at the heart of the great mystery: It's double! It's the same world and yet it's - what ? In one world, everything is harmonious, without any possibility of disease, death, or accident - a miraculous - and in the other world everything is awry. Yet it's the same world of matter-separated by what? More and more I feel it's a question of a vibration in the matter. What is this vertical time that suddenly opens up a new way of living and being in matter where things are no longer the inexorable consequence or cause of one another ? A kind of absoluteness in each second. A brand-new world at each second, without trace, age, or past imprint. And what is this massive immobility in a lightning-fast movement, this speckling of vibrations, as if Mother were no longer experiencing her body at a macroscopic level but at the level of subatomic physics. And sixty years of spiritual life crumble as a far more serious illusion before - a new Divine? Or a new mode of life in matter - the next mode ? I am absolutely in the process of cutting a path through the jungle.