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?
(Satprem gives Mother a flower, and Mother gives it to Satprem.)
It's "Power of Truth in the Subconscient".
How are you?
Physically I'm well, I think.
The governor [of Pondicherry] is coming here to say good-bye, but he hasn't arrived yet. I've asked to be informed of his arrival; you'll just sit over there while I see him, and then you'll come back.
(after a silence)
All possible contradictions are accumulated in the subconscient.
Yes.
And it keeps coming up like this (gesture gushing out), all the time, all the time. And... you feel you are completely stupid, unconscious, obdurate.
All that is... (same gesture rising from below).
But the consciousness here (gesture around the head) is peaceful, extraordinarily peaceful... (Mother opens her hands): let Your Will be done, Lord. So "that" exerts a pressure on what rises from below.
As though the battle of the world were being fought in my consciousness.
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It has come to a point that forgetting, forgetting the Divine for just a single minute is catastrophic.
How about you, how are things for you?
Well, the cleansing of the subconscient seems just endless, Mother.
Yes, because it isn't one person's subconscient: it is THE EARTH'S subconscient. It's endless. Yet we must....
Stopping that would mean stopping the work. Going on with it means it will take ages.... I don't know... it's endless.
Although clearly, quite clearly, stopping it would mean stopping the work. As if this consciousness (gesture around Mother) were the meeting point and the center of action.
So my sole means is to remain quiet—very, very quiet... (Mother opens her hands upwards). To feel that the individuality is nothing, absolutely nothing—so the divine rays can pass, pass through it. It's the only solution. It must be the Divine who... who fights the battle.
(silence)
Last time you said, "It will take centuries, perhaps millenniums, before humans consciously turn to the Divine." But....
Maybe not.
One's impression is that this time, something decisive should occur.
Yes.... You know, my impression is that the individuality is like an image to focus the attention (humans need something—they have always needed something on their scale to focus their attention), so the body tries its best not to obstruct the divine Force from passing through, it tries to suppress all its own interferences, but at the same time it sees itself... as an image humans need to focus their attention.
(At this point, Governor J. enters the room, sits silently before Mother, remains a few minutes in meditation, then does his pranam and leaves the room.)
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(Mother plunges in till the end Sujata comes up to Mother)
(Sujata:) Mother, you know, I saw you yesterday morning between 4:00 and 4:30, and you were giving your blessings to everybody. You were sitting on a very high seat, dressed in a white sari (if I recall correctly), and I was among the first to approach you for pranam. I knelt before you, brought my hands together, and bowed my head. Then you held my head, and suddenly I noticed I couldn't raise my head anymore! And I realized you were forcing my head downwards: you know, with your hands you were pressing, so my head kept going down and down and down. Finally I saw your feet—I was very close to your feet—and what lovely feet they were, Mother! All white and... wonderful. Translucent almost.1
(Mother smiles and caresses Sujata's cheek)
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