Heart-broken and utterly depressed I came to You, my dearest Mother, feeling lost and forlorn. It was between 1 and 2 a.m. on the 20th November.
“Is this a defeat of the Divine?” I asked. “Why did you leave Your body when all along we were expecting its transformation? Life is not worth living any longer, for all my hopes and aspirations were centred in You. You were the heart of my heart, my sole guide and protector.”
As I sat complaining thus and weeping inwardly near Your body which lay in state in the Meditation Hall, I felt a strong Force pulling me deep within myself until I lost all sense of time and space.
My physical mind, which is usually very active, ceased its noise. My body, which was full of pain and discomfort after a long and tiring journey, became so quiet that I was hardly aware of its presence.
Then slowly You appeared, as if from behind a veil. You were clad in a pale-gold robe. You looked young and beautiful — radiant with a brilliant white light.
This light was strongest round the head, circling it with an indescribable halo. It extended intensely down to the waist. Still lower, it was a little less bright. From Your body it spread out to the whole world.
Seeing me gaze at You in utter amazement, You smiled Your sweet and loving smile and said, “There is no defeat of the Divine. This too is a triumph leading to Glory.”
When You spoke these words I understood them perfectly; later when I tried to explain them in the mental way their precise meaning evaded me. Actually, words as we know them were not uttered, but I could hear within me what was silently conveyed.
You added, “I have not left you and never will. Forget ego, give up self; live and work in harmony and unity for the Divine.”
Then, opening both Your palms and interlacing Your fingers, You finally said, “And the Advent will not be far.”
I was greatly heartened by Your Message. All sorrow and forlornness passed from me.
The vision withdrew as if You had gone into another room, and I gradually woke up and became conscious once more of time and space and all that they hold for us.
LALITA
Mother India, December 5, 1973.
