A compilation of Huta’s autobiographical notes, about which The Mother said : 'This is the interesting story of how a being discovers the Divine Life.'
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The Story of a Soul, Huta's journal of her progress on the spiritual path, runs from 1954 to 1973. This records many of her conversations with the Mother, their private meditations in the Mother's room at the Playground, and their correspondence. In her numerous cards and messages the Mother consoled Huta in her difficulties, appreciated her skill in various works, and promised to help her realise her true being.
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She had added a note in French:
Ma chere enfant,
Je recois a l'instant ta joli boite avec le joli voile vert et ta lettre qui est si gentille et si bien &rite. Tout cela m'a fait grand plaisir, et je m'empresse de to le dire sur la reponse que je venais de t'ecrire a ta lettre de ce matin.
Je t'embrasse tres tendrement et t'envoie mes benedictions.
6.11.55
My dear child,
I have just this instant received your lovely box with the lovely green veil and your letter which is so nice and so well written. I was delighted with it all and I hasten to tell you so on the reply I have just written to your letter of this morning.
I kiss you tenderly and send you my blessings.
Yes, I had made the veil for her. Some flower-motifs were stitched on to make it more attractive.
In the evening I showed the Mother's letter to Laxmi, who was pleased with it. I told her that after all we were not cyphers!
I was much impressed by Laxmi when she spoke about handicrafts, or the splendour of Nature.
I cannot forget one incident which occurred late one evening when she and I were standing just inside the Ashram gate. Above our heads was a bower of thickly spread creepers; a few flowers peeped shyly out from the curtain of tendrils. Laxmi touched one of the tendrils and said enthusiastically, "Look at the beautiful curves that Nature creates. Isn't She a great artist? One likes to feel Nature's touch."
She started caressing the tendril. But to our horror it turned out to be the curved green tail of a chameleon! We suppressed our cries and moved away quickly without a backward glance. What if she had pulled the "tendril"!
I said with concern, "Laxmi, you shouldn't have touched the creeper at this unearthly hour." She answered, "Yes Huta, you are right. Now my fingers are burning and itching. I must dash home and apply some cream."
When I got to my room I had to laugh out loud, remembering the expression on Laxmi's face: a mixture of fear, perplexity, courage and more.
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