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?
People know I don't eat anymore, so they've stopped sending anything.
I've got all I need!
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Yet I didn't tell anyone! I wonder how they came to know.
I've got all I need, Mother!
Really?... I don't want you to get thin! (laughter)
There are some interesting things....
(silence)
What about you? What do you have to say?
No, Mother, nothing. What are the interesting things?
(after a long, smiling silence)
I see certain things, certain events, certain patterns of wills... I see them coming like this (gesture of a screen), I see them very powerfully and distinctly. And at the same time the sense that: this is how it will be with the Supramental.
But it's difficult to describe.
You can't describe it—it's a STATE of consciousness. It's a state of consciousness, together with the knowledge that that state will be part of the Supramental.
And all this happens within a VERY profound silence. So I can't express it.
(long silence Mother touches her hands)
It's like vibrations coming out of my hands, like this (gesture). My hands seem so powerful! They feel they can change things just by doing this (Mother makes a fist).
But I would rather you asked me questions or told me something, because... otherwise I instantly enter that state which is so, so vast... peaceful... and so powerful—where things are accomplished.
That's how they are accomplished.
But there are no words or explanations—nothing satisfying for the mind.
You don't have anything to say?
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I am still looking for the key to infusing that Power I feet, that Force, that Truth into everyday physical activity. I find it quite difficult.... Yet when I stop all activity, the contact is instantly made, and very powerful and REAL it is, but the minute I go back to being active, everything recedes into the background.
Aah!...
Personally I am not engaged in activity.
Matter seems to feel it as something imposed, not coming from within; it isn't natural (in my case, at least).
But I now feel just the opposite! The body and matter (the part of matter under my control) seem to REFUSE to obey anything but That.
Let me give you an example: I see almost... (it's an "almost" which sometimes is beyond almost, you understand: the extreme limit of "almost") almost as well with my eyes closed as with my eyes open. See, really SEE (Mother touches her physical eyes). When I have difficulty writing, for example, instead of peering and straining, I shut my eyes. And then... I see.
And the same for everything, for all the senses. To swallow food, if I try to swallow in the usual way, I literally choke, but when I am in a certain state... I find I've swallowed everything, and I didn't even notice it! And everything is like that.
So... I seem completely impotent, yet I feel a tremendous power in me.
(Mother plunges in for 40 minutes, then opens her eyes and speaks in English)
It can go on for hours....
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