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?
(For the last three days, Mother has been "ill": violent vomiting, etc. She gasps for breath as she speaks.)
This time it's serious.
I haven't been able to eat—I can't eat (gesture of vomiting).
The body is reduced to the minimum.
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We shall see. If it holds on, it will be all right.
But three nights ago, I saw a gigantic tidal wave—a tidal wave submerging everything.
Aah!
When I see that, there's usually a catastrophe the next day. But there was no catastrophe the next day—it seems to have fallen on you. I don't know... a gigantic tidal wave.
(after a silence)
At night, I don't sleep, you know, but I go into a deep rest, and there remains only the body consciousness. Twice, last night, the body saw all sorts of images and activities showing a widespread incomprehension in people.
The body was in certain situations.... One was taking place here and the other was in Japan. I realized that the body holds certain impressions, impressions of being in a.... It wasn't in the Ashram, but the one in Japan, exactly as I was in Japan (but these are not memories, they were entirely new activities, something entirely new), showing that I was surrounded by people who don't understand. And here, too (it wasn't the Ashram, the situations were symbolic and involved people who are no longer in their bodies), I was surrounded by people and things that didn't understand. And I saw that these impressions are in the body and make things even more difficult.
They weren't actually physical things: they were the transcription of people's attitude and their way of thinking.
(silence)
Certainly, I have been well aware for a long time now that there are... I am not even sure that some people haven't been doing black magic against me.
Oh, Mother, that same night (the night I saw the tidal wave), I saw also a sudden image: you were lying down and I was holding tightly onto your feet, and by our side was a tall black being—jet-black—maybe ten feet high, who was all... it's not that he had black skin, but he was all dressed in black. And he was standing on a kind of black carpet.
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Yes, that's it. I have the same impression.
I don't say anything (for it sounds ridiculous), but my feeling is that some people have been using black magic against me. Naturally, my only recourse is to envelop and surround myself with the Divine. But... that causes a lot of difficulties.
I wanted to see you to tell you that. But speaking is difficult.... Would you like some silence?
(meditation)
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