Chapter 17May 15, 1973

silence)

My God.... My God....

(Mother presses Sujata’s cheeks)

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mother.

KRISHNA IN GOLD

(A vision of Sujata’s on the afternoon of May 15)

(original English)

A place similar to the Playground. A few people, here and there, are talking or going about. I am standing somewhere in the middle of the ground, in front of Mother’s door. From the main gate enters a vehicle – half-cart half-cab – drawn by two bullocks. It comes to a stop a few feet away from me. The driver makes the bullocks kneel down. Out steps a gentleman. The cart is driven away.

The gentleman is dressed in white, Indian-fashion (dhoti, punjabi). He is round-faced and fair-skinned. Reminds me of a Zamindar [landlord] from the North. In fact he is the new Proprietor coming to take possession.

The doors behind me are locked He has the keys. But he is not supposed to open one particular room: the one I thought was Mother’s. But he goes straight there and unlocks that door.

He enters. I too, as if I had the right to do so. We weave our way to the bottom of this room. I have a vague impression of a small window on the end wall. And in the left corner, is a richly decorated high throne. Seated in it is a Divinity.

He is quite small in that huge throne (about two feet or so). He is made of solid gold. At his feet are signs and objects of worship.