Dyuman's Correspondence with The Mother

9 February 1935

My dear Mother,

What's the matter in the Dining Room? Why do we take pleasure in coming into conflict with each other? Is there even one day that has passed peacefully until now? Why do we seek for power instead of consecrating ourselves at the feet of the Divine?

Save, save us, O dear Mother.

There is only to be patient—all that will pass one day. Perhaps in the state of their present consciousness they would find life too dull without quarrels.

Since yesterday I have been thinking of taking up the serving and distribution of food.

I do not think it is possible. I do not like that you should be bound by a regular work like that one. The rest would suffer.

My dear Mother, grant me an absolute loving consecration to Thee. Make me Thy humble and docile servant. And wherever I am asked to serve, give me gentleness and peace. Teach me to be Thy docile servant.

Surely you will do more and more perfectly your service to the Divine.

9 February 1935