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?
Here's a "Grace"—for both of you.
(Mother gives a white hibiscus)
I had a practical question to ask you.... A thought occurred to me, and Id like to know how you consider it. Two or three years ago, I sent my book, "The Sannyasin," to Europe; I asked P.L. to try to find a publisher for it in Europe. Now it's in the hands of "Auropress." When I sent it to Europe, P.L. asked me, "What terms do you have in mind for the book?" I wrote him what came to me at the time: "This book belongs to India, I owe it to India, and if it generates any
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profit, that money belongs to India." But in Europe they didn't want it, and now it's in the hands of Auropress. So the financial question arose again: where will the profits go? Naturally my immediate reaction was: "All the money must go to Mother, it belongs to Mother." Then, my old thought about India came back: "This book must go to India, the profits belong to India." So, Id like to know if this idea has any sound basis, or should I just leave it the way we normally do, that is, all the money from the book will be given to you?
(silence)
Naturally, I make no distinction between you and India....
Yes, yes! That's what I thought (laughter).
Naturally. Also, I am sure you will use the money much better than the government people.
Oh, indeed!
Without any doubt. But since that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to put it to you.
Well, I can't say, but it seems to me that... I am the best representative!1
Yes, Mother, undoubtedly!
How is P.L.?
No news.
(Mother goes into contemplation)
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