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?
What do You bring?... And how do you feel?
Well, I think I can feel your presence better.
Ahh!
In fact, I feel that alone can straighten things out.
It's the Lord's presence passing through me—through what people call "me." An aggregate of cells which... (laughing) took this form pretty long ago!
Yes, but this form is very....
This form is.... It's most peculiar, you know: that [cellular] consciousness gives an impression of something trying to become fluid. Something is obviously trying to make it manifest a... an otherness.
Be an otherness. But how?...
(silence)
The body is comfortable only when it is conscious of the divine Force acting (gesture of descent through the body), but otherwise it's....
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Any concentration on the body itself causes a kind of strange discomfort, a discomfort which stops only when it is conscious of the Force—of the Force working (same gesture of descent through Mother), the Force working, when "That" comes and flows through it. Then the... I can't say "the old method" is gone, it's not at all that, it's... something.
(Smiling) There's a phrase that comes to me in English: "the joy of nothingness."
But don't you have any questions?
Personally, for example, before, my tendency was to turn to Sri Aurobindo or to a Force... to THE Force—to That, to the Lord, I don't know. Well, but the effect has not at all been the same since I really started to turn to you as a person.
But since I really turned to you as a person, I have felt a more decisive action taking place in me.
Quite possible. Only, the person is.... It's not a human person.
No, of course not!
It's a supramental person. Something the cells don't quite understand yet, but they know, they sense. They feel as if they were thrust forcibly into a new world.
That's what is now pressing all the time like this (gesture of pressure and descent). In spite of an apparent weakness (which is purely illusory), there's a... tremendous Force here.
Yes, certainly.
Mind you, it's a Force seemingly too strong for the body; but when the body stays VERY quiet, like this... (gesture, hands open), and as nonexistent as possible, then all goes well.
Then, you feel... (gesture of something flowing through Mother).
But that Force is... stupendous!
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Oh, yes! Yes, indeed, the few drops one can taste seem... seem just overwhelming.
Overwhelming.
And instantly effective.
(Mother goes into contemplation for forty minutes holding Satprem's hands)
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