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?
And your eyes?
I can't stop the work; everything is programmed. I'm not worried...
(Satprem reads to Mother some passages from the conversation of August 30 for the next "Notes On the Way.")
That's all?
Will it do, Mother?... I've cut quite a few things out, but do you think what's left is all right?
It's very personal.
I've cut a lot already; but, you see, if you remove all the personal parts, nothing much remains....
(Laughing) Nothing at all remains!
For instance, the remarks I make [in the conversation of August 30] when you ask me whether I still use the thinking process, I don't consider myself a "person," I'm simply a "representative" human voice whose answer may enlighten others. It may help other.
Oh, certainly!
But that's all I have for the Bulletin, I have nothing else.
It's enough! The November issue is always thinner anyway.
Yes, but also you don't say much. You haven't spoken much about your experience lately.
I can't speak.
Besides, I have nothing to say.
!!!
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What's here is just.... It's like this (gesture of offering, hands open). Truly that's how it is, I have nothing to say.
A possible formulation would be: constantly, constantly as if on one hand I were telling the Lord, "What do You want me to do?", and on the other hand....
(silence eyes closed, hands opened in total surrender)
Yes, like that.
The sensation is one of being as... as transparent and impersonal as possible so the Divine can pass through and act. And here (pointing to the forehead), it's completely silent... just this (gesture, hands open and immobile). That's all. My whole life is that way.
The more the body is able to do this (same gesture), the better its conditions of life. Truly. I mean ..."solicitude" isn't the word, we would need a special word .... In English, I could say: The care the Divine takes of my body... (you understand?) is... beyond all description. And above all beyond all the body's physical shortcomings.
There you are.
But all words belittle—they belittle ridiculously.
I'd like to stop talking.
(meditation)
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