Prosad: Just a word mother. You say this as definition for genius. But who will ever reach the primordial level so that he can expound.
Ma-Mahajnan: Nobody ever did nor could expound. If somebody can reach that level—that hope has been cherished.
Prosad: The philosophy of the primordial, Mother, you’ve plentifully scattered. Your sayings at the primordial level; there will be clue left there for understanding ‘who and what you are’. All that will remain unintelligible if we fail to reach that level. Many of those things will be transmuted into allegories. They can not be expounded.
Ma-Mahajnan: It won’t happen like that. Something they will know. I have so scattered things broadcast—through the process of that scattering, I’ve prepared men’s mind in such a way that they’ll be well able to understand the primordial on that account.
Prosad: They’ll guess.
Ma-Mahajnan: No guessing. They’ll understand.
Prosad: What’s that understanding like--Guessing-work or realization?
Ma-Mahajnan: No, they’ll be able to realize. They won’t be able to reach the primordial. But they will just realize.
Prosad: What sort of realization is that Mother?
Ma-Mahajnan: These things will follow such a course and fall into such a pattern itself will help them understand. For example, see how I interpreted a dream right now. I give it a ten year’s time to work itself out. Today this saying touched that man’s mind. Though it touched his mind, the man perhaps laid it aside somewhere in his mind. But from time to time the saying will occur to him—What Mother said is correct, is it not? Well, there’s nothing to object to. They’ll surely want this and that. I must do what I’m assigned to do. There’s nothing to worry about in that.
Imagine, three-fourth of his thoughts run on these lines. In between one-fourth of the thoughts will approach and speak to him—Should everything be given, can’t they do something on their own way? This then began entering in his mind.
Well, then he conceives thus and proceeds along his own way. In going forward, he reaches a level where he can get a clear picture: Guru—the preceptor, wife, children, money, influence--all this will appear before him. This they’ll say—Everything is on one side. What is then the essential thing? None but the preceptor, indeed.
Well, his message can not be disproved. Once again he returns. Mark this very word, from this point the preceptor is retained in memory—the foundations are laid. Since the foundations are laid, he can rush ahead remembering the preceptor—sure enough, he can’t. Because how can he climb up that hill? Once more he returns back. He returns but can’t rest. Once again back he goes to that spot he’ll go on doing thus. Do you follow?

[After the brief catechism we are set to think about the depth of our Mother. With what little knowledge we approach her! Strangely, she never disheartens us; rather inspires all the while. We know well indeed, things very simple to the Mother are beyond our comprehension. However, there’s no way but to delve deep and know more about what has been uttered by the Mother.]

Author's Bio: 

Ma-Mahajnan, a matchless spiritual genius, expressed her entire creation in a state of "Conscious Trance” which has all been stuffed with matters of highly philosophical value and related with strong literary sense. She could not attend even Primary School due to extreme poverty. Strangely, she was taught all by herself in the School of Nature. The weird and wonderful life is possibly the souse of her vast experience and profound realization. She was born on 17 July, 1928 and passed away on 22 January, 2011. Listen to what Ma-Mahajnan said once: What I tell you briefly about the early phase. Listen first about my life. I was married off at the age of thirteen. I was the second wife, my husband married for the second time and thus I came into his family. I didn’t get any chance for schooling.” You’ll perhaps weep to hear how I came as a wife, driven by utter poverty or how they packed me off. After that all at once I slowly progressed in the domain of that ‘Nothingness’-- “I’m the Mother; the Nothingness, too.”