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 caresses the flowers Sujata has just brought her.)
I still have my cold....
(Satprem:) But you look better, Mother.
Yes. It isn't really a "cold."
Yes, I am sure.... I felt there was a cyclone... a real cyclone within.
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(Mother laughs) There WAS a cyclone within.
(silence)
Obviously, everything is designed so that the only... (I can't find the word in French) reliance, the only support is in the Divine. But I am not told what the "Divine" is—how do you like that!... Everything else is collapsing, except the... the... the what? The Divine... something—what?...
One feels it. It can't be described or defined in any way—absolutely not.
It's like an attempt to make you feel there isn't any difference between life and death, There. That it is something else than life or death—neither what we call death, nor what we call life—it is... something.
And that... is Divine.
Or rather it is our next step towards the Divine.
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