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 we do about the Bulletin ... the "Notes on the Way"?
Do you have something?
Almost nothing, just two small pieces.
Go ahead, read them.
(Satprem reads)
Is that all?...
Yes (laughter).... Obviously, you don't feel like talking anymore.
No. I can't talk, it doesn't come out clearly.
But that's not true! It does! It comes out very well.
If you have a question, we can try.
I don't know, whenever I try to come into contact with that Consciousness, I always sense a sort of luminous immensity, as you say....
Yes.
But I feel it's stationary, you see; I am in it and could stay in it forever, but....
Exactly. That's my own sensation too.
But is it enough to let That permeate one? Isn't there anything else to be done?
Yes, I think so. I think it's the only thing to do. Personally I keep repeating, "What You will, what You will, what You will.... Let it be as You will, may I do as You will, may I be conscious of what You will."
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And also: "Without You, it's death; with You, it's life." By "death," I don't mean physical death—it might happen, it might be that if I lost the contact now, it would be the end—but that's impossible! I feel that... I AM THAT—With some resistances the present consciousness may still have, that's all.1
And when I see somebody... (Mother opens her hands as if she were offering that person to the Light), regardless of who it is: like this (same gesture).
(silence)
It's funny, I constantly feel like a little baby curled up—curled up in... (what term to use?) an all-embracing divine Consciousness.
(Mother remains immobile)
And the slightest contradiction that enters the atmosphere causes me such discomfort, I feel I won't be able to stand it.
There, that's how it is.
Just now I had gone off like that, you see, but I suddenly felt uncomfortable and that pulled me back. It isn't expressed mentally, it is neither an idea nor even a sensation, it's... I don't know what it is. It is like a negation, a painful negation. Which really makes me feel an acute pain, and I am pulled back into this physical consciousness.
(Mother plunges in, then seems uncomfortable. Champaklal comes and rings the bell)
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