The Winds of Wonder

The Essential Agenda

25 August 1971

All the time, all the time, there is the “thought” of the Divine, but a kind of — thirst to be and to understand. At times there is terrible anguish; at times there is perfect peace.

It’s strange, at times I have the impression that death makes much less of a change than we think, and at other times it’s incomprehensible. What does death really mean? My one and only refuge is to sort of curl up in the Divine…. As if to be You.

It’s like being hanging in balance — a tremendous Power, at the same time, an incredible helplessness. It’s like being suspended between the most marvellous and the most vile. I don’t know how much time it will take.

At times the body feels it can last an eternity like this; at times it feels it may get dissolved any moment.

The Force, the Power is greater and greater, but it’s not a personal power, not at all.