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?
(This is the season of "pujas," the time of rituals to the Universal Mother.)
Do you want to remain quiet?
Yes, Mother, if you like.... I'm tempted to ask you if Durga won a victory this year?
We shouldn't talk about it.
I think it was a REAL victory.
(Mother plunges in till the end. Then Sujata draws near her)
Did I give you the [blessing] packets yesterday?
Of "Victory," yes.
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(To Satprem:) Did he get the Victory?
Yes, Mother, I hope so! [laughter]
(Sujata:) Which victory, Mother?
Which victory? But there is only one, my child.
Which is?
The Victory... we can call it what we like: the Victory of Truth over Falsehood, the Victory of the Lord over his creation.
Which means the creation will now go consciously towards the Divine?
Ohh!
Eh, Mother? No? Not yet?... Not quite yet?
Well, that Victory is still only for a few.
The creation consciously going towards its divine Origin and ready to manifest that Origin is still only for a few. I think it will take centuries until it becomes general—oh, centuries, maybe millenniums!
But what matters is for us to be the few who are conscious, who consciously... (silence, Mother opens her hands)... manifest the Divine. That is our victory, for a few of us, which we can and must win and embody—to "win," I mean overcome the material resistance in the body (Mother pinches the skin of her arm). That we can and it is our duty to overcome—I mean all the stupid unconscious resistance. That must come to an end. This is our work, and it must be done here (pointing to the body).
(silence)
You say it will take centuries or even millenniums. But, for instance, would it not go faster by contagion? No?
We'll see, mon petit! Let's first do what we should do. Let's concentrate on that.
Let's do what we should do.
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Yes, Mother.
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