It's neither life nor death.. BOTH are being changed.. into something still unknown.. dangerous and wonderful. On Nov 17, 1973, she left her body - why?
"Before dying falsehood rises in full swing. Still people understand only the lesson of catastrophe. Will it have to come before they open their eyes?" This is the year of Watergate, of Nixon's first trip to China, the assassination of the Israeli athletes in Munich, the first oil embargo. This is Mother's last lap. A lap strewn with heartrending little cries and stunning visions. The end of one world, the beginning of another.... whether we want it or not. "Sometimes, it is so new and unexpected, it's almost painful." And I would ask her, "But is it a state outside matter?" "I don't go outside of physical life, but.... it looks different. But it is strange. And it is PHYSICAL, that is the extraordinary thing! As if the physical had split in two.... A new state in matter. And it is ruled by something that is not the sun, I don't know what it is.... I am touching another world. Another way of being.... dangerous but wonderful." How I listened to her little breath as she gasped for air, a breath that seemed to come from another side of the world: "There is no difference between life and death. It's neither life nor death, it is.... something. It is not the disappearance of death you understand: BOTH are being changed.... into something still unknown, which seems at once extremely dangerous and absolutely wonderful." And what if "death" were merely the other, MATERIAL side of our human bowl, the sunlit shore for a species to come? A new condition on both sides of the world, in which life and death change into.... something else? "I am treading a very thin and narrow line...." And then this cry, this entreaty: "Let me do the work!" On November 17, 1973, she passed away - why?
Nothing to ask?
Is there anything new?
Oh, it's always new!
And you, what's new with you?
Nothing, Mother, I'm a little upset about my lack of consciousness during sleep.... I wonder what on earth I do at night!
(after a silence)
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Does anyone see Pavitra at night?
(Sujata:) I see him almost every night.
Oh, you see him.... Me, I see him just as when he was here; and he's busy doing things—a totally conscious and active life. Last night, he was speaking to some people, organizing meetings, he was extraordinarily active.
Besides, he was among people who still have a physical body, who were sleeping, I mean who had come out of their body. He was so conscious! I've never seen anyone so... so materially conscious, I could say. Exactly as if he were continuing his work. Mainly seeing people, talking to them, bringing them together....
You know that when he died, at the time of his death, he entered me?...1 I did my best to prevent him from blending [with Mother]: I kept him like this (gesture as an individual form). And after he recovered from the shock, he spontaneously came out and started to work. I see him almost every night.
I've never seen anyone remain so much like himself. It's truly remarkable.
(Mother plunges in)
(Sujata:) But, Mother, how does one get rid of sorrow?... I see him very often at night, you see, almost every night, but I am still sad not to be able to see him with my physical eyes.... What to do, Mother?2
(Mother smiles) You see him, but there isn't any contact between you?
We work together, Mother, like we used to.
So? So?
Yes, Mother, but when I'm awake like I am now, I....
(Mother laughs) It means you are still quite young!
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No, Mother!
Yes, you are.
For my elder brother too, you know, he lived far away, I didn't see him, but now that he has passed away, I know I will never see him again in the same form, so I am sad, very sad, Mother. What can I do?
Well, that's strange!
I don't know, it's like a pain in the heart, Mother. I can't get rid of it, you see. I don't know what to do.
You must go deeper. You feel sad because you are in a very superficial consciousness—you must go deeper, into a deeper consciousness.
You mean in the waking state? When I am awake like now?
Yes, oh yes! It's when you are awake that you must try to reach your psychic consciousness.
When you are in contact with your psychic consciousness, there's no more sadness.
(silence)
You're still quite young really! (laughter) How old are you?
I am forty-six, Mother.
You have a twenty-five-year-old's consciousness.
Ah!
(Satprem protests:) No, eighteen.
It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter....
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