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?
Qu’est-ce qu’il y a?
Je t’ai vue cette nuit.
(D’un ton ravi) Aah!
C’est curieux: j’essayais d’imaginer – ou d’inventer ou de fabriquer – un nouveau lit pour toi, comme si le tien n’était pas confortable. Un lit qui te donne une position un peu... oui, un peu plus confortable. Je ne sais pas ce que ça veut dire!
Moi, je sais. C’est très bien! (rires)
Ça, c’est très bien.
(silence)
Quelle heure est-il?... Qu’est-ce que tu veux?1
Ce que tu veux.
Non!... (riant) Je suis à ta disposition!
Tu n’as rien à dire?
Je remarque que je deviens très sensible. Dès qu’il y a un dérangement dans l’atmosphère, j’attrape des coups.
Oh! moi aussi! Mais au point que ça me rend malade.
Oui, c’est ennuyeux, ça. Mais il doit y avoir une guérison radicale, je veux dire quelque chose qui vous mette tout à fait à l’abri. Ce serait...
Moi, ma solution, c’est de me blottir matériellement dans le Divin. Mais c’est difficile. C’est... On peut le faire, mais tout ça (geste qui traverse l’atmosphère dans tous les sens), ça vient tout le temps déranger.
(Mère plonge en tenant les mains du disciple)
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