(The next day, as agreed, I came to see Mother. From now on, the attendant was barely visible anymore, but she secretly recorded our conversations. [[Mother was well aware of it and had even said to her son, "She records when she isn't supposed to." ]] The whole time of this meeting is spent in meditation. I keep having the feeling that Mother is trying to build another kind of bridge with me. Towards the end.)
Will I see you tomorrow?
It seems there are "still too many people"....
All right, Mother.
And....
(Mother plunges in again) [397]
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