After
Death - II
There
were people here who had a great aspiration, but who for
some reason or other revolted and went away. And these are
the ones who are specially against the Ashram. But then,
could we say that one day they will come back?
Come
back? (Mother makes a movement) That is... I shall
tell you this personally.
It depends on something... We could put it like this: first—the
very same question is in the Gita—there are two kinds
of Asuric beings. There are those who can be converted and
will be converted after all, perhaps it would be enough if
only at one moment, were it just in a passing flash, these
beings have conceived the possibility of conversion, for this
to happen one day. And there are those who have absolutely
consciously and wilfully decided that they would prefer to
be dissolved and to disappear. So those who want to be dissolved
will be dissolved and those who want to be converted will
be converted. That's how it is in life!
There are those who die, those who return. Usually it is something
known, almost decided. One could say with certainty, these
will die. They will die, they will die, that is to say,
they cut themselves off from their soul. They may have—as
I said a while ago—a life that is quite... that seems
to be altogether successful. They are not necessarily unhappy
physically, far from it; sometimes, on the contrary, everything
turns out successfully for them. And then, on the other hand,
there are perhaps others under a special grace, who, in their
adventure meet the worst rebuffs, and after some time they
realise that they have been foolish, idiotic, stupid. And
then... they come back. It depends on people. In fact, when
they are successful it means that they are condemned; when
they do not succeed, well, it is that the Grace has not left
them.
But mostly it will be after their death that there will be
a difference, because those human beings who have allowed
adverse forces to take hold of them and govern their lives,
as soon as they leave their body, they are just swallowed
up, that's all! They have already cut off the connection with
their psychic being, so their psychic being often has gone
somewhere far off already in other worlds... and so, their
vital being, which is the receptacle for these forces, as
soon as it leaves the body will be quite simply swallowed,
and that's all. And so they will really die for good. That
won't make much difference in the world. lt won't change things
much.
Sweet
Mother, what will swallow them up?
A
still greater vital being! (Laughter) You see, they
have in them an emanation of adverse vital forces, and the
being or power which has emanated this force has done so in
order to make use of the body, to make it do in the material
life exactly the things it wanted to do. But now, when there
is no longer a body left, it is no longer interesting... You
see, it was this body which was meant to do a certain number
of things to act against the divine action. Once the body
has disappeared, the emanation is withdrawn and all the force
that was with it, and it is swallowed up again for another
opportunity.
They spend their time doing this. They emanate and then reabsorb
when it pleases them, at times before death... that is, this
hastens death a bit. It leaves the being like a kind of rag,
powerless, lifeless, without anything... This happens; it
makes them absolutely mad. Or else, when they die in some
sort of catastrophe, as it happened during the war, suddenly...
hup! It acts like a cupping glass, it absorbs everything,
swallows up everything again for another occasion. It looks
for this, for what is ready to receive it, and it makes it...
There is always someone who is open to receive it, and who
immediately believes himself a very superior being; because
it gives this, it gives people the feeling that they are truly,
exceptionally remarkable... they are capable of seeing the
faults of things which others don't see; their judgment is
more sane than that of hundreds of other individuals. Besides,
they have decided, they are among those who have decided what
the creation ought to be like and who try to make it so, to
put things in their place as they ought to be.
I had these... people who, in a moment of lucidity or sincerity,
a second of sincerity, had asked to be freed from the hostile
emanation which made them act. And then, in that moment of
sincerity this emanation went out of them, and without hurting
the body it could be caught and destroyed. That has happened
several times.
Then for some days the being is so happy... and it feels free,
feels good, feels luminous... And then suddenly, it tells
itself, "But I no longer have any power! I don't know
any longer, can't do anything any longer, I am altogether
an ordinary being!'' And then, "But this is not at all
good, it was much better before!'' And so, as these adverse
forces are countless—these entities exist in thousands
and thousands, you see, they are there swarming around people,
only waiting for an opportunity to be able to rush into someone—immediately
one reabsorbs one's dose and becomes once again what one was
before, sometimes worse. And so the comedy begins all over
again.
But as for me, nothing doing, once is enough! You
are far too attached to it! Keep your little hostile being
with you! It is useless, in this case. But it is this, it's
the feeling, all of a sudden, of having lost one's power.
But note, this happens to ambitious people, above all to ambitious
people who want to have power, want to dominate others, want
to be great masters, great instructors, want to perform miracles,
have extraordinary powers... it is to these that this happens
most often... those who have a kind of ambition, here, turning
in their mind. This is dangerous.
It is so good to be simple, simply good-willed, to do the
best one can, and in the best way possible; not to build anything
very considerable but only to aspire for progress, for light,
a peace full of goodwill, and let That which knows in the
world decide for you what you will become, and what you will
have to do. One no longer has any cares, and one is perfectly
happy!
There
we are.
21
July 1954
- The Mother
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