The Story of a Soul

Undated?

I could not confide in anybody about the problems and struggles that beset me on every side. Only the Mother knew how I was living on the edge of a precipice, pulled this way and that by conflicting forces. My temper would flare up in an instant, and then subside to leave me regretting it the next moment—so unpredictable, so uncertain. I cursed my own helplessness and weakness, and the people who seemed to take advantage of my state so cynically. I was always imagining that people were trying to humiliate me. As a defence against their jeering, my pride made me brusque.

I was obsessed by a strange and frightful premonition of vicious spirits. I tried to cast them out of my consciousness, but still they haunted me—vague yet horrifying spectres—almost round the clock.

In this frame of mind I wrote to the Mother—no reply! I became miserable, impatient, and wrote again to remind her. She answered:

I always answer immediately even when I am too busy to write my answer. I answered by sending my Love and Force, my Courage to resist and my protection against the bad attack. You have only to keep quiet inside—push away all fear, as much as you can, and to trust my force and protection so that they can work fully.

We must and we will conquer, even if we have to fight it again and again. I am never discouraged and ask you also not to be—because the Divine's final Victory is certain.