The Mother about Paul Richard — Five
Two or three days ago (this is part of the same field), I saw a baby girl who was born in America just while we were having the meditation here of 4.5.67. That child was born in America (of an Indian mother and an Indian father; the father was here, the mother there), and they brought her to me: a baby no bigger than this, microscopic! Her eyes were closed, a tiny thing: a little over two months old. The child was sleeping in her mother’s arms, carried by her mother, her eyes closed, naturally. And—plop!—they put her in my lap without warning—a tiny little thing like this. At first I stayed put, giving her time to adapt to the new vibration. She began stirring as if something was waking her up, probably the difference in the atmosphere. Then (gesture of descent) I immediately put the consciousness: the Consciousness, the Presence. And the child opened her two arms like this (gesture like a Christ with arms outstretched), she opened her eyes and looked—such eyes! Magnificent with light, with consciousness, it was magnificent!… It lasted maybe a minute, not more, not even that long. Then she seemed to give a start, so I withdrew the Force because (laughing) I became wary. And she started wriggling and … But that look and that gesture—a gesture of … (same gesture like a Christ), with such aspiration, such light! … It was magnificent.
I don’t know who is there? … We’ll know one day. It gave me the impression of being a force or a principle rather than a person; it didn’t have that … that cramped character of personality.
The eyes were magnificent, with such consciousness! With the joy of conscious aspiration—it was magnificent. Then, afterwards, there was almost a sort of convulsion (it was too much, of course), so I withdrew the Force.
The matter (of the child) was of good quality, not heavy, only not very strong, not strong enough to bear “that.”
Oh, and I should have shown you the photos of R., they were sent to me yesterday…. R. is a strapping fellow!
Is it simply the reproduction of the parents or something else?
The day the child was born, there came a telegram from America (dating from the day before) announcing the death of Paul Richard. The two things came together. I was surprised. I must admit I said, “Well, well!…” Because Paul Richard (unless he fell into complete stupor after I left him, I don’t know!), I had given him much occult knowledge, including the ability to leave his body and enter another. So … It’s not impossible.
And for some time (for about a week), I’d been seeing his thought coming here and hovering about, like that. That is to say the news of his death was no surprise to me. But what I found interesting was this: the coincidence of the telegram and the birth.
The (child’s) present form cannot reflect it (Richard): it’s something that will develop in that direction little by little. We’ll see. For the moment, he is really his father’s and mother’s son!
Interesting children, those that are born now.
The Mother: “R. is a strapping fellow!”
Featured Image: Strapping Irishman, from Google Images.
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