Debou's Correspondence with The Mother

23 May 1948

My dear mother,

If there were something like a mirror that could make me see whomever I called, I would be able to speak to you all the time.

It is very hard, isn’t it, Mother, to gain a friend as dear as the Divine? I have no one. That is why I recognise you as my supreme mother. I would like to be guided by you. I depend entirely on you and I count on your guidance in the minutest actions of my life. Without that, I am lost.

The mirror of your heart is the best you can find, because truly

I am established there in your heart, always.

23 May 1948