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?
(Mother distributes presents)
So, a new year is coming....
Do you have a feeling about the new year?
(after a silence)
Things have taken an extreme form. There's a sort of lifting of the whole atmosphere towards an almost... inconceivable splendor, but at the same time, there's a feeling that one can... die any moment—not "die," but the body could dissolve. Both things together make up a consciousness in which... (Mother shakes her head) all past experiences seem puerile, childish, unconscious. And this... is stupendous and wonderful.
But the body, the body has a single prayer—always the same:
Make me worthy of knowing You Make me worthy of serving You Make me worthy of being You
There.
I can barely eat anymore, and I am not hungry. I feel a growing strength in me... but new in quality... in silence and contemplation.
Nothing is impossible (Mother opens her hands upward).
(silence)
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So if you don't have any questions to ask.... If you want silence... conscious silence...?
But am I making the right movement, I'm not sure?
Well, when you want to come into contact with the Divine, what movement do you make?
I place myself at your feet.
(Mother smiles, takes Satprem's hands and plunges in for half an hour)
Did you feel something?
I was offered to the Sun.
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