Blessings of The Grace

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I knew how very busy the mother was, working and giving of himself nearly twenty –four hours a day, without rest or sleep , continuously , day after day, night after night, With hardly time enough even to put a morsel in her mouth.

Yet in my presumptuous and foolhardy manner , I had the audacity to write to the Mother : “I do not know if I should tell You , but , Mother , I feel an ardent need, an intense aspiration to see you again and again and again to touch You, to be Physically near You. Perhaps it is human way of expressing my love to you.”

She read my letter and explained : “All this is true , it is correct . I appreciate what you have asked . But I am incapable of doing anything , as you are not the only one to want to meet me. If You were alone , I would have immediately asked you to come .but there are two thousand persons … But it is not possible…. I so not have the time and even if I had , It is not humanly possible.

“Mother,” I said, “ I do not ask . It is all right, I have understood .” And I bowed down my head.

“No It s not this That I want to tell you. Lift up your head . those who come to meet me are those who have some work with me . Naturally , those who come to me have an advantage to be near me, to breathe my atmosphere directly. Evidently they profit a bit by remaining near me. But this does not mean that others do not receive anything . No, this is not true , for I give to each one what he needs – the maximum of what he can contain. I do the best possible for each one. I give to each one what he needs even if he does not have the chance to see me. I do may work individually and at moment I give to each one what he needs , what each one aspires for, I give him what help he needs and my Protection so that he advances with confidence towards his goal.”

I had asked the mother such a blunt and straightforward question, I had expressed an inner wish , an intimate prayer , defying all courtesy. I was simply like a child asking his mother : “Could I come to see You more often?”

But she is She ….. the mother of all, the mother of all Radiances Mother of the Worlds , Mother of the Universe, Creatrix, Benefactress, the supreme…

A word from Her gave me all that was necessary.

On the back of my letter to her to her she wrote:

Benedictions de la Grace

[Blessing of the grace]

What more? …. What more could ones ask for?

Nothing more.

The conservation in this book took place in French . Most of them were noted down from memory . the written question and the Mother’s answer wee also in French.