I was very priviledged to have a close friend share this original, never before published piece of writing. It had been submitted to be published in the Auroville News & Notes, unfortunately they don't accept anonymous work...anyway I can vouch for the authencitiy of this incredible channeling and hope it inspires those who understand the deeper meanings and messages conveyed through this source, by the Mother.
The Hour of Dawn
The following is a
message received from the Mother by one of her children a few days after she
left her body (document dated November 23, 1973). The person who shares this
precious message with you prefers to remain anonymous.
Now there is emptiness in your hearts, a sense of having lost
something very, very precious, lost irretrievably.
It is wrong to feel like this because nothing has been lost
and more has been given to us than the world has ever possessed before. On
August 15, 1973* the miracle happened, Mother has finally given us Dawn, Dawn
the beginning. With a stroke of her arm She has removed all that was against
those who strive for change, those who are the builders of the future, the
builders of the City of Dawn anywhere and everywhere.
So you see, there is no need for sadness, no need for tears.
Tears are only for those who see the past dwindling away, who see security and
all they have hidden behind torn away. They are frightened to stand there
naked, forced to move forward, ahead into the unknown, or to vanish.
We who move forward have nothing to fear. We are gently
pushed ahead as fast as we can move without stumbling too often and without too
much pain, too many wounds. We are gently pushed by Mother who is, or wants to
become ‘us’, all of us and no longer something separate or an object of
adoration where everything stops, where everyone, instead of moving ahead
stops, staring in awe and expecting Her alone to do the work, to change the
world, to change her body, and finally to open the gate and let us all in or
only those who have stood by objecting, pulling back, destroying those who
wanted to help and become the objects of awe and adoration of the whole world.
Since Dawn had broken, Mother had no longer need for this
little frail body; She did no longer need to study the body that was one cell
in the body of the Universe. She had finished with her experiences and
observations and now She is starting to change all the cells, all the cells
that are willing to be changed towards, or even further, than what the one cell
has already accomplished.
The pace will seem slow for those who are willing to move,
willing to change; and like a cyclone for those who are solidly anchored and
believed that nothing could move them, nothing could shake them out of their
foundation.
Since the beginning of time, fractions of truth about the
changing of the cells and how to obtain physical immortality have been
revealed, but as usual those to whom it had been revealed have always been silenced
or ridiculed by those who opposed and whose numbers and powers appeared so
immense that the ones who should move forward started to believe it to be
impossible to achieve victory, victory that looked so near, so obvious, so
sure. Or, they finally, under the pressure of the opposing and unbelieving
masses of ignorance and darkness, joined hands with them, and so the
opportunity was lost again.
Now we live in the hour of God, in the hour of Dawn, and we
are given the chance to make it the most brilliant Dawn in the history of
mankind; or else to sit in meditation and contemplation, delighted and in full
wonder of the glorious spectacle it revealed to us. Or, we can roll up our
sleeves and be determined not to let this glorious Dawn turn into a scorching,
all-destroying furnace, and finally into a lifeless comfortable coolness of
evening, ending in the most impenetrable darkness of night. Or else we can
decide that never again will we be satisfied with anything less splendid than
what is in front of our eyes and that the only thing all our strength and
energy is used for is to create an even more splendid and beautiful Dawn.
But where to start, what to do, how to act - are the
questions that search through our dazed fogged minds. We ask because we are
used to asking and if we get an answer we can decide with our small brains if
this is the answer we wanted and move ahead. Even if it is the answer we
wanted, today we are too tired to start moving, and tomorrow there is always
something else, something else for so long that we finally forget. We ask
again, we ask other questions, we get the same answer; but again we cannot
decide to move, decide to leave Mother’s comfortable lap and throw ourselves
like brave warriors into the abyss of the unknown, or into light changed into
an abyss of impenetrable darkness by our fears, hesitations and indecision.
These are the choices we have, the result will be the result
of what we have chosen, and it is up to us, to each one alone to make the right
decision, a decision that is unchangeable and final.
* Mother’s last
darshan.
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