Parichand's Correspondence with The Mother

July 1939

Mother,

In submitting to You this shocking report about the plants I feel like writing something. My heart has borne without much shock the death of an appalling number of plants. This is due, I have often felt with pain, not to a settled calm and equality but a deep-rooted tamasic indifference, insensibility, callousness and apathy. If some day, by Your grace, 0 Mother, a drop of Your pure love gives a magic touch to my heart, the plants too will get back the elixir of life.

Time and labour have not been spared, but I fear that they have not been applied usefully and systematically. Daily twice or thrice I have paused beside these suffering plants and yet felt helpless in removing their suffering. What a pitiful state!

Among my inner defects are a confused atmosphere of mind and a lack of clear perception, conquering will, boldness in taking steps, sympathetic touch, and openness to the inner guidance. How can I get over these defects and be a more perfect manifesting instrument of Yours?

It seems to me that what has happened is chiefly the result of lack of experience—if you persevere in your efforts you will succeed.

My love and blessings

July 1939