Agenda de l’action Supramentale sur la Terre. 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?
Comment ça va?
Je ne sais pas, «comme ça».
Rien à dire?
Non, douce Mère, rien à dire; et toi?
(silence Mère regarde)
Tu es plus conscient de ce qui doit se démolir que de ce qui se construit.
C’est vrai, oui – oui, je suis très conscient de cela.
De ce qui doit se démolir, oui, mais il est plus intéressant d’être conscient de ce qui se construit.
Mais, douce Mère, quand à chaque instant on est mis en face de toutes sortes de choses qui ne sont pas... dont on ne veut pas.
Ça, c’est ce qui est là (geste à ras de terre). Il faut regarder au-dessus.
(silence)
Mais est-ce que ça se construit en dépit de tout ce qui résiste?
Heureusement! heureusement, parce que ceux qui devraient aider n’aident pas. Heureusement que c’est en dépit de tout!
C’est comme si tu me demandais si la Conscience divine est plus forte que les consciences obscures des êtres humains.
(Mère plonge)
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