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?
So, what would you like to tell me?
First, how are you?
I can't hear you. Are you asking how I am?...
Yes—you "can't hear"!
But what does it mean? I can only be well when... there's no I.
I have been asking myself a question.
Ah?
About that new consciousness. I can grasp (or guess) its contemplative or passive aspect, but not so well its dynamic or active aspect. I don't quite see how it ACTS—I understand the contemplative part, but how does it act?
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I don't know. I have no idea.
But do you act or are you simply in...?
Yes, I act. But what exactly do you mean?... Yes, I act!
For example, when you are inside, in an inner state....
But I act much better than when—I appear to be inside, but that's not so. Everybody makes the same mistake.
Yes, but I fully understand.
When I am concentrated in that way, it's not that I am inside, I am in another kind of consciousness.
And it's vast, vast, vast, vast—vast.
Yes, but it's the active side of that consciousness that I don't....
But it doesn't have any side! It's a consciousness (gesture of pressure from above).... It has no side, it isn't passive or active—it's a consciousness... (same gesture of pressure) a consciousness pressing on the world.
(silence)
You see, you're trying to translate it mentally, which is impossible—impossible. You have to enter that consciousness... then only will you know what it is. There's no active or passive, no inside or outside—all that is replaced by something else... which I can't describe.... There are no words for it.
But for instance, personally, whenever I try to go there, into that consciousness, my main impression is of nonexistence.
Ah, no!
Individual nonexistence, I mean.
No....
It's wide, it's vast, but there's no more person, no more individual.
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No. That's not it.... For me, all that is the past... (silence). Yes, I quite understand what you mean....
(Mother plunges in)
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