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?
Tout le subconscient... (geste qui remonte d’en bas).
(silence)
Et puis... comment dire?... Ce n’est pas une sensation, ce n’est pas une connaissance, c’est une espèce de... (Mère palpe l’air), on ne pourrait pas dire une conviction: c’est une certitude – une certitude dans la perception – qu’il y a une Béatitude... qui est là, PRÊTE POUR NOUS, et qu’il y a tout un monde de contradictions refoulées dans le subconscient qui vient, comme ça, pour nous empêcher de la sentir. Alors... On pourrait dire que c’est un champ de bataille, mais dans un calme parfait.
C’est impossible à décrire.
Impossible à décrire.
Alors si je ne bouge pas et que j’entre dans cette Conscience, le temps passe avec une rapidité formidable et dans une espèce de... de calme lumineux. Et puis la moindre chose qui m’en tire, c’est comme si l’on me tirait dans un enfer. Voilà.
Le malaise est si grand qu’on a l’impression qu’on ne peut pas vivre une minute, plusieurs minutes comme cela. Et puis... et puis on appelle le Divin... Alors on a l’impression qu’on se blottit dans le Divin.
Alors ça va.1
(Mère plonge mais au bout d’un certain temps n’a pas l’air à l’aise)
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