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?
Weren't we supposed to have a meditation?
A meditation?
Yes, Mother, you said you wanted to try an experiment with me. You said you wanted to take me with you into that consciousness....
Would you like to?
Yes, if you'd like to!
Well, personally, I am always there. So.... What's difficult for me is to become conscious of the world as it is.
What did I tell you last time?
You said you wanted to try an experiment. You wanted to take me with you into that consciousness to see what i feel.
Ah! Very good. Now?
Yes, rather! if you like!
Give me your hand.
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(Mother takes Satprem's hand for a moment then plunges in for a full hour)
How do you feel?... Did you feel something?
First, a lot of power, a lot, as always. But only towards the end did I feel a kind of... something eternal—I don't know. Do you think I followed you a little?
(Mother nods her head) Yes, quite well. Quite well.
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