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?
Bonjour!... Tu manges du caviar?
Du caviar!
C’est une très bonne nourriture...
Oui!
Moi, j’en mangeais, mais je ne peux plus... J’en mangeais il n’y a pas longtemps, mais ça me faisait gonfler les yeux.1 Alors je n’en prends plus.
Il y a longtemps que tu n’en as pas mangé?
Oh! il y a sûrement... trente ans!
(Mère rit) Essaye un petit peu, tu verras.
Oui, je verrai!
(silence)
Tiens, je t’ai apporté une fleur du jardin: c’est «surrender of falsehood»2 [abdication du mensonge].
Oh!...
(Mère prend tout de suite la fleur et la pose contre son front où elle la garde longtemps silencieusement)
Je le prends dans le sens le plus profond et le plus vaste...
Tu n’as rien à demander?
Non: que le «falsehood» s’en aille.
Écoute... Moi, je comprends que quand le Mensonge sera parti (même si c’est seulement dans un individu – s’il n’y en a plus...), ce doit être: une Lumière, une Paix... (Mère étend les bras)... une Ampleur... une compréhension parfaite... la vision vraie du monde et des choses, et l’union, l’union consciente avec la Conscience divine.3
(Mère plonge)
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