The following interesting story was narrated by Andre, Mother Mirra’s son. It has been excerpted from the book: Selected Essays and Talks of Nirodbaran.
It was in 1904 or 1905 when Mother Mirra was living in Paris. The house was sufficiently big. It had a garden which was very rare to have at that time and in this garden there was an artist’s studio where Mother and my father used to do their paintings.
At this time she had also gathered a small group of friends and philosophers. The group was called ‘Idea’. Every week they met and talked on a particular subject, exchanged ideas and arrived at conclusions which would be useful to the group.
This studio was connected with the first floor of the house by a kind of very pretty wooden bridge so that one could easily pass either way. I was five of six years old and was made to sleep in the room which opened to the bridge.
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I was very much piqued to know what was going on in the studio in the evening. One day I could not sleep. I got up in my night-dress and crossing the bridge reached in front of the studio at the top of the staircase.
I was quite hidden by the banisters but could observe the people talking inside the room. Naturally I could understand nothing, but it amused me a lot.
All of a sudden someone saw me and, pointing me out to Mother, said: ‘Hello! Who is there?’ Then I ran away like a hare, entered my room and tried to sleep.
Later, I don’t remember if it was that night or the next morning that Mother came to see me. She said: ‘Oh, you had no need to get up to know what was going on there; you had only to go out of your body and come.’
It appeared to me something extraordinary. Then she explained in brief that a human being is not limited by his body, that there are parts from which one could come out and specially one could go for a walk and see what was going on elsewhere.
I did not understand very well, of course, but all the same I was sufficiently struck by it to remember it even after 70 years.
