Living in The Presence

Will I ever transform myself?

"Will I ever transform myself?" I had asked the Mother this question on three different occasions, each time on my birthday. The first time it was as I touched Her feet.

    I - Sweet Mother, will I transform myself?

    Mother - Certainly, my child, certainly. That is why you have come here.

    The second time was a few years later, again on my birthday.

    I - Sweet Mother, will I transform myself?

    Mother - I hope it happens, my child. That is why you are here, isn't it?

    The third time I asked once again that same question.
  

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    I - Douce Mère, will I ever transform myself?

    Mother - Yes, yes, yes. When I say something, I also put into it the necessary force for it to be realised.

    I had begun to tremble hearing the Mother speak in that loud divinely puissant voice. Touching Her feet, I was still trembling as I told Her, "Forgive me, Mother; I said something stupid once again." Placing Her right hand on my forehead, She replied, "Have faith in me, my dear child. It is bound to happen one day."

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