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?
Do you have something?...
No.
The farther I go, the more contradictions I discover in myself—sharp contradictions. They look like impossibilities.
No, not impossibilities—it probably means you have to go deeper or higher to their meeting ground. That's how it works: the opposites get increasingly vehement until we find the point where they... where unity is established.
One must go deeper and deeper, or higher and higher—it's one and the same thing. It's the same thing.
(silence)
All our old ways of understanding things are WORTHLESS—worthless.
All, all our values are WORTHLESS.
We are on the threshold of something truly marvelous, but... we don't know how to keep it—it comes like this (gesture imitating a passing bird).... We just don't know.
Never, never before have I had such a sense of ignorance, of impotence, of... of being a jumble of frightful contradictions, and I know, I KNOW—deep down, beyond speech—that it's because I
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don't know how to find the place where they... they harmonize and unite.
I can do absolutely nothing, I know absolutely nothing—in fact, I am nothing but a... false appearance, that's all.
I don't remember anything, I even forget what I have said before.... Everything is... (gesture of crumbling).
And strangely, almost at the same time, there's torture and bliss—almost at the same time. There you are.
(Mother coughs silence)
Only, what's odd is that human nature as it is constituted seems to understand torture more readily than bliss.
There's a curious phenomenon: because books [by Mother] are published, I am put in contact with things I said before, and of course when I said them I was very convinced, but now... I tell myself: how could you say that!
Well.
There is "something"... (Mother opens her palms upward).
(long silence)
There is only one, one will left: may the Divine express Himself without deformation through this body. This is constant, constant, constant, constant....
Tell me, what is the mantra?
OM....
OM Namo Bhagavateh?
Bhagavateh, yes, Mother.
(Mother plunges in. The clock strikes an eternal hour)
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