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 gazes at Satprem for a long time.)
Do you see something?
(Mother plunges in. Half an hour goes by)
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No inclination to speak unless you put questions....1
Am I getting a little closer?
Oh, you're doing very well, mon petit! That....
(Mother takes Satprem's hands long silence)
Last time, my impression was that the old man in you had awakened in order to be transformed. But only you can know.... I felt that because he was a totally different man from the one I know now. But only you can tell me if he has actually been transformed or if he has disappeared.
I don't know. I think he's trying to get transformed ...
Yes, that was my impression. But now I have the feeling that that division no longer exists. When I look at you.... When I was there [in Satprem], I felt that the division no longer exists—only you can tell me if at other times it comes back.
As you are now, near me, it's very good—very good, it's smooth. I don't know how to put it, smooth.... I don't sense any struggle or conflict or difficulty in you, none at all. Perhaps I don't see it or....
No, no! Of course, you see, Mother!
You see, the Presence is constantly here; when people come, they dim it, as it were, they create obstructions, but when you are here (immutable gesture), there is none of that, it's quiet, it's.... In other words, He is here. Which to me is a sign that you're doing well.
(Mother plunges in)
All I see is very good—very close. Very close.
What shall I say?... How shall I put it?... You see, when there's nobody here, there's an eternal and luminous existence; when people come, they bring problems, difficulties. But, when you are here—when you are here, even when I hold your hands, like now—there's the same Quiet. A luminous peace that... that leads to Joy, you follow?
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It's good, mon petit, very good.
Don't worry. I can tell you: it's good.
(Satprem lays his forehead in Mother's lap)
What day is today?
It's Saturday.
So in two days, it's the 21st.
Yes, Mother.
So I won't see you again!
*No, Mother... Happy birthday, Mother
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