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?
(Extracts from a meeting with the schoolteachers. The subject is the school squabbles and rivalry among groups of teachers.)
I can't make head or tail of these things.... I can no longer be of any help, you see, because all these mental combinations don't make any sense to me anymore.
A spirit of confusion has entered the school, I find.
They all mean the same thing, but they use different words, and the words... clash. Personally, I know they have very similar aspirations, but each one speaks in his own language, and the languages are at cross-purposes, so they quarrel over nothing. That's the situation!
I think the best would be for everybody to keep quiet for a while.
I too never had any problems with the people around me, but now we seem to speak different languages.
(silence)
But the effect on me is odd: I have the impression that I am ill—there's nothing wrong with me, I am in good health, yet I have a constant impression of being ill.
The truth is, it's the transition from the ordinary mental consciousness to the supramental consciousness. The mental consciousness panics in the presence of the supramental consciousness. The vibration is so different I feel one could die every minute. Only when I am very tranquil....
The old consciousness (which isn't at all a mental consciousness, but anyway...), the old consciousness keeps repeating its mantra—there is a mantra—it keeps repeating its mantra, which makes a sort of backdrop, a contacting point. It's very peculiar. But beyond that, there's something full of light and force, but it's so new that... it causes almost a panic. And if it does that to me, with the long experience I have... if it has the same effect on others, I think we'll all end up lunatics! Well.
I think we have to remain very tranquil if we don't want to lose the thread!
(There follows a long discussion by the teachers)
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But our language is... there's like a cloche over it, a mental cloche it doesn't want to free itself from.
It is truly a difficult time. I think we should be very, VERY TRANQUIL—very tranquil.
(Mother turns to one of the teachers and to all the teachers)
I will tell you my old mantra. It keeps the outer being very tranquil: OM, Namo, Bhagavateh.... Three words.
To me they meant:
OM: I implore the Supreme Lord. Namo: I obey Him. Bhagavateh: Make me divine.
OM: I implore the Supreme Lord.
Namo: I obey Him.
Bhagavateh: Make me divine.
This, I found, has the power to calm everything.
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