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?
What do you have to say?... Nothing?
Do you think I'm soon going to pass into another life?
Another life?
Yes, another consciousness, let's say.
(after a silence)
I wanted to ask you something. You know the mantra I gave you, I don't remember if the last word is Bhagavatee or Bhagavateh?
Page 302
Bhagavateh, Mother.
Ah, Bhagavateh!... (Mother repeats the mantra) OM Namo Bhagavateh... like that.
Yes, Mother.
(meditation)
Did you notice how strong the mantra is on the subconscient? It has a great, great power over the subconscient.
I told you what a nuisance the subconscient is, didn't I?...
Oh, yes!
But, repeating that mantra has a great, great effect on it.
(silence)
One mustn't... one mustn't... [get impatient]. You say another consciousness....
Eating has become almost an impossibility, mon petit. In my case it's all right because I don't do anything, I am immobile all day, so if I don't eat it doesn't matter too much, but people who work and move and come and go must take care.
(Imploringly) Let me do the work.
I hope... I hope it will be useful to others.
It's become... it's become an almost unsolvable problem (Mother holds her throat): at times I can't even swallow.
I've found but one solution: What You want, Lord, what You want.... And what comes up from the subconscient is constantly met by: OM namo Bhagavateh, OM....
Page 303
Home
The Mother
Books
Agenda
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.