O n the morning of 3° January 2011, Genoa, Shri Mataji gave away all her personal possessions, shawls, scarves and sarees to the team of nurses and yoginis attending on her. They asked if she would like some bhajans. “No!!” she said, “I've heard many bhajans. | want to talk now.” Her radiant face beamed with love, kindness and fun. She made many jokes and laughed a lot. She spoke for half an hour, enquiring what they liked to eat, which sweets they liked? “I will cook Pulao for you.” She turned to the Australian yoginis, “They (Australians) are great. They are all amazing.” Her grandson Anand said, “You are the Mother of all of them. They are the ones who will spread Sahaja Yoga all over the world. They will change the world... you have made them all like this!” She laughed, “Magic!” He said, “You are the one whois magic!” Her daughter, Sadhna didi jested, “This is the house of magic!” She burst into peels of laughter. Aweek later she was hospitalized for breathing problems. While the doctors were looking after her body, Shri Kalki was fighting battles against tyrants in Egypt, Libya, Syria, Tunisia and Bahrain. Three weeks later she returned home, and just as the yogis finished offering Arti, President Mubarak announced his decision to step down. Egypt had been liberated, and the sound of laughter returned to the 'House of Magic’.About mid-February Shri Mataji was hospitalized for a bout of pneumonia. All her children prayed for her health. An Italian yogi Dulio attending on her, pulled his ears and begged on behalf of the collective for her forgiveness; OHboly Mother we bowat your Lotus Feet. If we have in our body, or mind even a slightest complain against our brother and sister, we have caused pain to your physical body; we promise to change, we promise not to speak ill of each other. If our divisions have brought divisions in your body please forgive us, O Holy Mother for our immaturity. You have taken our suffering upon yourself, but we cannot stand your suffering anymore. We are all the cells of your body, we love you with all our heart, and we love you more than our life. Please, Please forgive us. In answer to the earnest prayer of her children she had a peaceful sleep. On the 23° morning she woke up completely recovered. She asked the doctors, nurses and yogis to leave her room, as she wanted to be alone. She had fulfilled her mission on earth, and the time had come for greater tasks ahead. She did not want any one to be present, as their desire would not allow her soul to departin peace. A few hours later the nurse peeped in to enquire if she needed anything. When she opened the door, she found the room enveloped in a thick mist. She was obstructed from entering the room by a mist like figure of a child with an elephant head. She quickly called the hospital staff. By that time, Shri Adi Shakti had taken leave of her Earthly body. She had taken form on a Wednesday and became formless ona Wednesday.It was a loss the Earth could not bear, and the elements wept. Her children and family were devastated and flocked to Cabella. After a day of mandatory stay at the hospital her body was laid in state in her favourite room at the Castle. Thousands of children from every corner of the world flocked to Cabella to pay their homage. Her serene smile seemed to say; “Today | have come to wipe your tears. Butif you really want to meet me, Then knock at the door of every seeker, In every street, in every city, in every country. And | will be there.” On the 27" her body was flown to her final resting place at Nirmal Dham, Delhi. More than two lakh children gathered to bid a tearful farewell. As if to wipe their tears, the vibrations became more powerful than ever before. Amidst torn hearts bleeding with streams of tears, the final puja was offered on Monday the 28" February. Ared saree was offered because the Devi always departs from the Earth as a Suhagan (married lady). A beautiful shawl was draped on the casket and as the last rays of the Sun lingered to bid adieu, her body was returned to Mother Earth. Even in her departure, her power of love brought back her lost children. Many children who had left Sahaja Yoga, and launched tirades against her, returned to pay their homage. It was the greatest tribute to her power of love. A Mother's love can never be forgotten. The sweet fragrance of her love can never die; it lives in the compassion of her children. Wherever, her children gather in her name, her fragrance flows through her power of Shri Kalki. Till her last breath she fulfilled her promise and prepared her children for the Last Judgment, and now it was for them to keep their promise to judge themselves, resurrect and save her beautiful creation.