Which town?

Her own ways; there was no need to lament, better to simply go on working.

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S., Her scribe, was now confronted with three large questions.

The first and most urgent of them was concerned with what She had named Her Agenda: S. found himself to be the repository of an immeasurable treasure of notations of a multitude of experiences in the course of almost twenty years of conversations and, particularly, of the years from 1962 to 1973 which traced Her increasing immersion in the consciousness of the body and of matter so as to hew the path of the future and of the new species. Throughout those years, once or twice a week, S. and his spouse and companion SN. had sat at Her feet to listen and record Her words and account, Her testimony of the new Consciousness, and Her descriptions of and comments on innumerable incidents and situations so as to illustrate the action of this Consciousness – with Her constant humor, Her infinite solicitude, Her irresistible urge towards the True, towards the Marvel that awaits. However, in the course of these numberless conversations, She sometimes had alluded to persons or to behaviors as indicative or representative of such and such shortcoming, weakness, contradiction, or possibility : these comments did not always show Her children in the most favorable light. The discipline corresponding to this sadhana of the scribe dictated that after each conversation he must transcribe its audio-recording and present it to Her so She could Herself select those excerpts which would be published in the ashram quarterly Bulletin diffusing amongst Her children the essence of Her progress and advance, while all the rest, much more voluminous, would be preserved – for later on. (These were the “Notes on

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