MOL

“And he said, “Take them away and give them food.” And so we were given magnificent food, and then we were told to rest. Sometime later we were back with Maharajji and he said to me, “Come here. Sit.” So I sat down facing him and he looked at me and said, “You were out under the stars last night.” (This, of course, was the English translation of what he said.)

“Um-hum.”

“You were thinking about your mother.”

“Yes.” (The previous night a few hundred miles away I had gone outside during the night to go to the bathroom. The stars had been very bright and I had remained outside, feeling very close to the cosmos. At that time I had suddenly experienced the presence of my mother, who had died nine months previously of a spleen condition. It was a very powerful moment, and I had told no one about it.)

She died last year.”

“Um-hum.”

“She got very big in the stomach before she died.”

Pause … “Yes.”

He leaned back and closed his eyes and said (in English), “Spleen, she died of spleen.”

What happened to me at that moment I can’t really put into[…]”