The Mother in Tlemcen

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(Mother to Huta:) “You see, I travelled all alone in my life after taking permission from my grandmother. First, she would not let me go alone all the way to Algeria, because during that period women were not supposed to travel alone. I persuaded her by telling her a few occult things about her future. Not only was she impressed by she gave me a small bag of money.
         It was a very long journey to Tlemcen but I could manage it!”[1]


(Mother to Satprem, 1961:) “Have you seen his photo? No? I’ll have to show it to you. He was a handsome man, about sixty years old — between fifty and sixty.
         And do you know how he received me when I arrived there?... It was the first time in my life I had traveled alone and the first time I had crossed the Mediterranean. Then there was a fairly long train ride between Oran and Tlemcen — anyway, I managed rather well: I got there. He met me at the station and we set off for his place by car (it was rather far away). Finally we reached his estate — a wonder! It spread across the hillside overlooking the whole valley of Tlemcen. We arrived from below and had to climb up some wide pathways. I said nothing — it was truly an experience from a material standpoint. When we came in sight of the house, he stopped: “That’s my house.” It was red! Painted red! And he added, “When Barley came here, he asked me, ‘Why did you paint your house red?’” (Barley was a French occultist who put Théon in touch with France and was his first disciple.) There was a mischievous gleam in Théon’s eyes and he smiled sardonically: “I told Barley, ‘Because red goes well with green!’” With that, I began to understand the gentleman.... We continued on our way uphill when suddenly, without warning, he spun around, planted himself in front of me, and said, “Now you are at my mercy. Aren’t you afraid?” Just like that. So I looked at him, smiled and replied, “I’m never afraid. I have the Divine here.” (Mother touches her heart.) Well, he really went pale.
         There were all kinds of stories in the countryside, terrible stories....”[2]




  1. ↑ Huta, The Story of a Soul, 1956, Volume Two – Part Two, p.85
  2. ↑ Mother's Agenda 1961, 4 February 1961



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