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 a moment—just a few seconds—I had the supramental consciousness. It was so marvelous, mon petit!... I understood that if we were to taste that now, we would no longer want to exist differently. We are in the process of... (gesture of kneading dough) of changing laboriously. And the change, the process of change
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seems.... Yet you can grasp it in a kind of indifference (I don't know how to express it).
But it doesn't last long. As a rule it's... laborious.
But that consciousness is so marvelous, you know!
It's most interesting because there's a sort of EXTREME activity within complete peace.
But it lasted only a few seconds.
(silence hands turned upwards)
And you?
Is it a total consciousness?
It's fabulous! Like a harmonization of all opposites. Yes, a total, fantastic activity together with... perfect peace.
But these are mere words.
(silence)
Is this consciousness material?
The action is a material one—but not done in the same way, of course.
What helps make the contact with "that" more easily?... What exactly makes you go across there or be there?
I don't know because I am constantly—my WHOLE consciousness, including that of the body, is always turned to the... (gesture of offering) to what it feels as the Divine.
And without "trying," you follow?
Yes. Yes.
(Mother plunges in)
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