Osho –
Dhammapada: The Way of The Buddha (Volume 10)
Chapter 2. Whatsoever
happens is good
Question 1
Beloved Master,
Cannot the priests help humanity in some
way or other?
Veeresh, they have been helping
humanity for centuries; hence this miserable state of things. They have helped
a lot to create as many lies as possible - lies which appear comfortable. But
in the end, lies are lies. Maybe for the time being they give you a feeling of
warmth, coziness, security, but only for the moment. Sooner or later you are in
a far darker state, far colder than ever.
Priests have been inventing
down the ages strategies for you to remain as you are. You don't want to change;
you simply want comfortable lies to be handed over to you so that you can go on
living the way you are. To change oneself needs courage. Priests help you to
remain cowards. You are afraid of death. Priests go on consoling you,
"Don't be worried. Your soul is eternal." And you don't have any idea
of the soul at all.
George Gurdjieff used to say
that it is very rare to come across a person who has a soul. Others are only
empty; there is nothing inside. Yes, there is a potential to create the soul in
everyone, but it is not an actuality. You can be a soul, you can become part of
eternity, you can be immortal, but that is only a possibility. Much work - hard
work, arduous work - will be needed to make it a reality, to realize it.
But priests have been telling
you for centuries that you already have a soul. Only the body dies and the soul
continues on its eternal pilgrimage. It consoles you. It keeps you, in a
certain sense, together. You don't become too scared of death. In fact, it
would be better if you were too scared of death. That very fear might start an
inquiry in you. That very shock might trigger a process of transformation in
you.
Buddha used to send his
disciples to see the dead bodies being burned, to meditate there, to go on
watching the flames consuming a body. And then in the end nothing is left, only
a few bones and ashes. This was his usual procedure - for the new sannyasins to
be sent to watch the burning bodies, for three months at least, so that they
can feel the reality of death, so that the reality of death sinks deep into
their hearts. Only that can wake you up.
But the priests are helping, by
giving you tranquilizers, to keep you asleep as comfortably as possible. That
has been their service and we have paid them enough for their service. They are
as ignorant as you are, as unaware as you are. They are in the same situation
as you are: they also need consolation. They look into scriptures for their
consolation. They go on reading the scriptures, continuously repeating the same
scripture again and again, because that's how one gets autohypnotized. The
Christian priest goes on reading the same Bible again and again, and the Hindu
priest goes on reciting the Gita again and again. Every day, every morning he
recites the same scripture. It becomes mechanical. It becomes like a gramophone
record. He goes on repeating. It becomes part of his memory with no meaning, no
significance. He is just like a parrot. But it gives consolation. Repeating
again and again certain truths hypnotizes you.
Krishna says: When the body
dies, the soul does not die. You can burn the body, but the fire cannot consume
the soul. na hanyate hanyamane shareere
- you can kill the body, but you cannot kill the spirit, you cannot kill the
soul, because no arrow can reach to it, no sword can cut it. nainam chhindanti shastrani, nainam dahati
pavakah - neither any weapon can cut me nor fire burn me. Go on repeating
it again and again and again, year in, year out; you become autohypnotized. You
start believing it, although you have not created any soul in you yet.
Krishna is right: the soul is
eternal - but in the first place you have to have it. It is not there. Soul
means consciousness, soul means integratedness. Soul means that you know
through your own experience that you are not the body and not the mind. It
arises only through witnessing the bodymind mechanism; it is not created by
repetition. Repetition is hypnosis. It is experienced just the other way: you
have to become dehypnotized, you have to become unconditioned. You have to
forget all the scriptures and all the priests and you have to look into
yourself. Howsoever fearful it is, you have to encounter your interiority.
The priests help you to remain
on the circumference. They seem to be great friends, but in the final reckoning
they are the greatest enemies. It is not Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin and Mao
Zedong who are the real enemies of religion. The real enemies are the priests,
the popes, the shankaracharyas, and so on, so forth. They don't know what they
are doing. How can they help you? They simply go on repeating tradition,
handing over to you conventions - ancient conventions, but dead.
You ask me, Veeresh,
"Cannot the priests help humanity in some way or other?"
Yes, they can help... if they
disappear! We no more need them. Man has come of age. All these consolations
are not needed. We need people, rebellious people, not conventional priests. We
need buddhas, awakened people to wake you up. We need buddhas, not these
priests who go on giving you new toys to play with. And they have created
beautiful toys, no doubt about it. They are very clever, cunning. Centuries of
experience is behind them, how to exploit humanity, how to exploit humanity's
weaknesses.
But remember: they don't differ
from you in any way as far as consciousness is concerned. Maybe they know more
than you know, their information is more than yours. That is a quantitative
difference; it is not a difference that makes a difference. Some qualitative
difference is needed.
And being led by blind people is
dangerous. They have destroyed the whole beauty of human beings, they have
destroyed the freedom of human beings. They have destroyed all that is
valuable. They have left you just deserted, empty, meaningless. It is felt all
over the world. Why are people feeling so empty and meaningless? Who has done
this to them? Centuries of priesthoods, of different religions, have been
giving them false consolations. All those false consolations are no longer
applicable. Man has become more adult. It is good to give children toys to play
with, but when somebody comes of age and you go on giving him toys to play
with, he will start feeling life is meaningless. He needs something more; he
needs something more real.
Beware of being led by blind
people!
A young woman, hardly more than
a girl, went to see the local rabbi. "You don't know me," she began
with a catch in her throat, "but I just had to speak to somebody. You see,
I have no mother or father and I don't know much about worldly matters."
"You don't have to say another
word," said the rabbi. "I understand perfectly. It is a man, isn't
it?"
"Yes, and he is always
trying to kiss me. Kiss, kiss, kiss - that's all he ever thinks of."
You must be firm," said
the rabbi sternly. "That kind of man you don't need. Just tell him you
don't allow such kinds of goings-on."
As she left, the rabbi said,
"Come back in a week and let me know how you are making out."
Sure enough, the girl returned
a week later, but this time she was even more disturbed than before.
"What is the matter
now?" asked the rabbi.
"I stopped him from all
that kissing," said the unhappy young lady, "but now - well, I don't
know how to put it..."
"Put, put!" urged the
rabbi. "With me you got nothing to be ashamed."
"He's trying to - er -
touch me with his hands," she stammered in embarrassment.
The rabbi rose from his chair
in righteous anger. "You tell that no-goodnik he should keep his dirty
hands to himself!" barked the rabbi. "What kind of a way is that to
treat a decent Jewish girl? Tell him to stop at once, you hear?"
But when she visited the rabbi
again she was almost in tears. "I did everything you said," moaned
the girl, "but now he insists he wants to sleep with me."
"What!" yelled the
outraged rabbi. "I never heard of such chutzpah in my whole life. You go
right home and the next time you see him I want you to throw that bum out of
the house. You understand? I am ordering you! Throw him out!"
A few days later she visited
the rabbi once more. Her eyes were red from weeping and her face was a picture
of misery.
"Did you do like I
ordered?" demanded the rabbi.
She nodded, and, still sobbing,
she said through her tears, "Now he wants a divorce!"
Your priests are as unconscious
as you are, or even more. They are not even aware of the situation man is passing
through. They go on handing out old recipes which are no more relevant. They go
on giving you great advice which may have been useful sometime in the past but
is utterly out of context in the present situation.
You don't need more priests and
their help. You need a few awakened people in the world. You need more
meditators - not mediators. The priests have been mediators between you and
God. You need more meditators, people who go deeper into their being, people
who become centered, people who know the inner silence, the virgin silence and
the tremendous beauty of it. They will help humanity, and they will not help
humanity directly either. Their very presence will radiate new vibes which can
transform.
A real person always helps
people indirectly. He is not aggressive. He does not command you, "Do
this, don't do that." He does not destroy your freedom in any way. He
simply lives his life in the light that he has found within himself. And being
with him, something transpires between you and him.
A real master is never a
priest. And I have never heard about a priest who was a real master. If you are
a master you cease to be a priest, and if you are a priest it is impossible for
you to be a master. The priest belongs to a certain ideology - Hindu,
Christian, Mohammedan. The master belongs to no ideology. He is more conscious,
not more knowledgeable. He has more being, not more knowledge. He has more
soul, not a bigger memory. He may not know the scriptures - because he himself
IS the scripture! And you will not find him in the temples and the mosques and
the churches.
I have heard about a very
religious Negro who wanted to go to the church, but there was only one church
in his neighborhood and that belonged to white people.
The priest was a kindly man -
as priests are supposed to be. When the Negro knocked on the door one day, the
priest came out. The priest was in an embarrassing situation - whether to say
yes to him or no. To say yes was dangerous because the whole congregation will
be against it. It was the white people's church and no black person had been
allowed; that was a tacit agreement. But how to say no to this simple man whose
eyes were full of tears and who said, "I want to come in and I want to
pray to Jesus Christ"?
But priests are cunning people.
Howsoever kind they may appear on the surface, deep down they are cunning. If
they are not cunning they will not be in the profession of the priests at all,
because that profession is far worse than any other profession. Even
prostitutes are better than priests! At least they sell only their bodies, and
priests are selling even their souls.
The priest immediately invented
some strategy. He said, "Good, you can come, but not right now. First
purify yourself, only then your prayer will be heard."
That was a tricky strategy. No
white man was ever asked to purify himself first, and then enter into the
church. And who is going to decide when the man is pure enough? That will be up
to the priest and he can always go on saying, "You are not pure enough
yet."
The Negro went back. He was
really in a deep love affair with God; he cried and wept, and he tried in every
possible way not to do anything wrong, to avoid anything that may make him
impure. For three weeks he remained in isolation, fasting, praying. And after three
weeks God appeared to him: his desire was fulfilled.
After that experience he went
to the church. The priest was very much afraid - this man was coming again, and
he had such a beautiful aura around him that the priest was very much afraid to
say, "You are not pure yet." His purity was shining; it was like a
sun rising on the horizon. It was so clearly there that to deny it would be a
sin, and the priest was afraid.
The man came very close to the
door, just near the steps, stood there, laughed loudly, turned back and went
home. The priest was very much puzzled why he did this. He ran after him, got
hold of him and said, "Why did you do this? Don't you want to come in the
church?"
He said, "No, I don't want
to come in the church. I had just come to see you and the church once more,
because last night God appeared and I asked him - when he himself was there I
asked him, 'Can I enter into the church? Am I pure enough now?' God said, 'You
are pure, more pure than anybody else who goes into the church, more pure than
the priest himself. But please, don't go into the church. They won't allow you
in. I know it from my own experience because for years I have been trying to go
into that church and they don't allow me. If they don't allow ME into the
church, how can they allow you? You drop the whole idea. I have dropped it
myself!'"
Your churches, your temples are
empty. They are graves of religion. Religion no more flowers there. Yes, when a
Jesus is alive there is a great flowering, when Buddha is alive there is a
great flowering, but not in a Buddhist temple, not in a Christian church.
Priests are the people who take
advantage of the awakened ones. Once the awakened person goes, leaves his body,
the priests jump upon his doctrine, start making a great business out of it,
start making interpretations according to themselves.
Christianity has nothing to do
with Christ, remember, and Buddhism has nothing to do with Buddha, and Jainism
has nothing to do with Mahavira. It is a strange thing, but it has been
happening consistently. No religion has anything to do with the original
source. In fact, Christians are more destructive to Christ's message than
anybody else, and the priests are the leaders of the Christians. They don't
have any relationship with Christ - they can't have. They are afraid of Christ.
They must be afraid deep down that if sometime they come across Christ and he
asks, "What have you done to my message?" how are they going to
answer it?
I have heard:
Once the phone rang in the
pope's room in the Vatican. There was nobody else there so the pope himself
took the call. It was from New York, and the archpriest from New York was
trembling, his voice was trembling. He said, "Look! Listen! Believe me -
one man has come into the church and he looks exactly like Jesus Christ. What
am I supposed to do now?"
The pope pondered over it for a
few moments and then said, "Look busy!"
What else to do?
Priests have dominated
humanity. They are the politicians of the inner world, just as politicians are
the priests of the outer world. And there is a conspiracy between the priests
and the politicians, a mutual understanding, a division: "You rule man in
his subjectivity and we will rule man from his outside." They have
exploited, oppressed. They have destroyed much.
And, Veeresh, you ask me,
"Cannot the priests help humanity in some way or other?"
The only way that I can
conceive is that because they are no longer needed, they should disappear. That
will be their greatest service to humanity.
Question 2
Beloved Master,
I feel an urge for artistic expression and
have had a disciplined, classical training in western music. Often I feel this
training imprisons spontaneous creativity and ihave found it very difficult to
practice regularly lately. I am not sure anymore what the qualities of true art
are and by which process the artist produces and delivers authentic art. How
can i feel the artist in me?
Barbara Limberger, the paradox
of art is that first you have to learn its discipline and then you have to
forget it totally. If you don't know its abc
you will not be able to move very deep into it. But if you know only its
technique and you go on practicing the technique your whole life you may become
very skillful technically, but you will remain a technician; you will never
become an artist.
In Zen they say, if you want to
be a painter, for twelve years learn how to paint and then for twelve years
forget all about painting. Just completely forget - it has nothing to do with
you. For twelve years meditate, chop wood, carry water from the well. Do
anything, but not painting.
And then one day you will be
able to paint. Twenty-four years training: twelve years training in learning
the technique and twelve years training in forgetting the technique. And then
you can paint. Now the technique has become just a part of you; it is no longer
technical knowledge, it has become part of your blood and bones and marrow. Now
you can be spontaneous. It will not hinder you, it will not imprison you.
That's exactly my experience
too.
Now don't go on practicing.
Forget all about classical music. Do other kinds of things: gardening,
sculpture, painting, but forget about classical music, as if it does not exist
at all. For a few years let it remain deep down in your being so that it
becomes digested. It is no longer a technique then. Then one day a sudden urge
will take possession of you - and then start playing again. And when you play
again, don't be bothered too much about the technique, otherwise you will never
be spontaneous.
Be a little innovative - that's
what creativity is. Innovate new ways, new means. Try something new that nobody
has ever done. The greatest creativity happens in people whose training is of
some other discipline.
For example, if a mathematician
starts playing music he will bring something new to the world of music. If a
musician becomes a mathematician he will bring something new to the world of
mathematics. All great creativity happens through people who move from one
discipline to another. It is like crossbreeding. And children that come out of
crossbreeding are far healthier, far more beautiful.
That's why in every country for
centuries, marriages between brothers and sisters have been prohibited; there
is a reason in it. A marriage is better if it is between people who are very
distantly related or not related at all as far as blood is concerned. It will
be good if people from one race marry into another race. And if some day we
discover people on some other planet, the best way will be a crossbreeding between
earth and the other planet. Then newer kinds, newer people will be coming into
existence.
The prohibition, the taboo
against brother/sister relationship, their marriage, is significant,
scientifically significant. But it has not been worked out into detail to its
extreme, to its logical extreme. The logical extreme is that no Indian should
marry another Indian, no German should marry another German. The best thing is
that a German marries an Indian, an Indian marries a Japanese, a Japanese
marries a Negro, a Negro marries an American, a Jew marries a Christian, a
Christian marries a Hindu, a Hindu marries a Mohammedan. That will be the best
thing. That will raise the consciousness of the whole planet. It will give
better children, more alert, more alive, richer in every possible way.
But we are so foolish that we
can do anything, we can accept anything. Then what am I saying...?
Chauncey, a handsome, almost
pretty young man, was speaking earnestly with his mother.
"Mumsie, the time has come
- it really has - when we must have a heart-to-heart talk about my relationship
with Myron. To be quite candid about it, our relationship has blossomed into -
how shall I say it without sounding indelicate? - well, into something
beautiful and good and even holy. The truth is, Mumsie dear, I love Myron and
Myron loves me in return. We want to be married as soon as possible and we both
hope you will give us your blessings."
"But Chauncey," the
mother protested, "do you realize what you are saying? Can you honestly
expect me to condone such a marriage? What will people say? What will our
friends and neighbors think?"
"Ah, Mumsie, you are going
to be dreary - I can feel it in my bones. And after we have been such good
pals, too. I never would have believed it of you - of all people. I could just
cry!"
"But, son, you can't go
against convention like this!"
"Alright, Mumsie, let us
have it right out in the open like civilized persons. Exactly and precisely
what possible objection could you or anyone else have to Myron and me becoming
husband and husband?"
"You know perfectly well
why I object: he is Jewish!"
She is not objecting to a
homosexual marriage; she is objecting because he is Jewish. People are so much
against each other. They have been conditioned for this antagonism for so long
that they have forgotten completely that we are all human beings, that we
belong to the same earth, to the same planet.
The greater the distance
between the wife and the husband, the better will be the by-product of the
marriage.
And the same happens in music,
in painting, in mathematics, in physics, in chemistry: a kind of crossbreeding.
Whenever a person moves from one discipline to another discipline he brings the
flavor of his discipline, although that discipline cannot be practiced. What
can you do with your music when you go into physics? You have to forget all
about it, but it remains in the background. It has become part of you; it is
going to affect whatsoever you do. Physics is so far away, but if you have been
disciplined in music, sooner or later you will find theories, hypotheses, which
somehow have the color and the fragrance of music. You may start feeling that
the world is a harmony - not a chaos but a cosmos. You may start feeling,
searching into deeper realms of physics, that existence is an orchestra. Now,
that is not possible for one who has not known anything of music.
If a dancer moves into music he
will bring something new, he will contribute something new to music.
My suggestion is that people
should go on moving from one discipline into another discipline. When you
become accustomed to one discipline, when you become imprisoned with the
technique, just slip out of it into another discipline. It is a good idea, a
great idea to go on moving from one discipline into another. You will find
yourself becoming more and more creative.
One thing has to be remembered:
if you are really creative you may not become famous. A really creative person
takes time to become famous because he has to create the values - new values,
new criteria, only then can he be judged. He has to wait at least fifty years;
by that time he is dead. Only then people start appreciating him. If you want
fame, then forget all about creativity. Then just practice and practice, and
just go on doing the thing that you are doing more skillfully, more technically
perfectly, and you will be famous - because people understand it; it is already
accepted.
Whenever you bring something
new into the world you are bound to be rejected. The world never forgives a
person who brings anything new to the world. The creative person is bound to be
punished by the world, remember it. The world appreciates the uncreative but
skillful person, the technically perfect person, because technical perfection
simply means perfection of the past. And everybody understands the past,
everybody has been educated to understand it. To bring something new into the
world means nobody will be able to appreciate it. It is so new that there are
not any criteria against which it can be valued. No methods are still in
existence which can help people to understand it. It will take at least fifty
years or more; the artist will be dead. By that time people will start
appreciating it.
Vincent van Gogh was not
appreciated in his day. Not even a single painting was ever sold. Now each of
his paintings is sold for millions of dollars - and people were not ready even
to accept those paintings as gifts from Vincent van Gogh - the same paintings.
He had given them to friends, to anybody who was ready to hang them in their
room. Nobody was ready to hang his pictures in their rooms because people were
worried. Others would ask, "Have you gone mad or something? What kind of
painting is this?"
Vincent van Gogh had his own
world. He has brought a new vision. It took many many decades; slowly slowly,
humanity started feeling that something was there. Humanity is slow and
lethargic; it lags behind time. And the creative person is always ahead of his
time, hence the gap.
So, Barbara, if you really want
to be creative you will have to accept that you can't be famous, you can't be
well-known. If you really want to be creative, then you have to learn the
simple phenomenon: art for art's sake, for no other motive. Then enjoy
whatsoever you are doing. If you can find a few friends to enjoy it, good; if
nobody is there to enjoy, then enjoy it alone. If YOU are enjoying it, that is
enough. If you feel fulfilled through it, that is enough.
You ask me, "I am not sure
anymore what the qualities of true art are."
True art means: if it helps you
to become silent, still, joyous; if it gives you a celebration; if it makes you
dance - whether anybody participates with you or not is irrelevant; if it
becomes a bridge between you and God - that is true art. If it becomes a
meditation, that is true art. If you become absorbed in it, so utterly absorbed
that the ego disappears, that is true art.
True art comes very close to
religion. So don't be worried what true art is. If you rejoice in doing it, if
you feel lost in doing it, if you feel overwhelmed with joy and peace in doing
it, it is true art. And don't be bothered what critics say. Critics don't know
anything about art. In fact, the people who cannot become artists become
critics. If you cannot participate in a running race, if you cannot be an Olympic
runner, at least you can stand by the side of the road and throw stones at
other runners; that you can do easily.
That's what critics go on
doing. They can't be participants, they can't create anything.
I have heard about a Sufi
mystic who loved painting, and all the critics of his time were against him.
Everybody would come and show him, "This is wrong, that is wrong."
He became tired of these
people, so one day, in front of his house he hung all his paintings and he
invited all the critics and told them to come with brushes, with colors, so
that they can correct his paintings, because they have criticized enough; now
the time has come to correct.
Not a single critic turned up.
It is easy to criticize, it is difficult to correct. And since then critics
stopped coming and stopped criticizing his paintings. He did the right thing.
People who don't know how to
create become critics. So don't be worried about them. The decisive thing is
your inner feeling, inner glow, inner warmth. If making music gives you a
feeling of warmth, joy arises in you, ego disappears, then it becomes a bridge
between you and God. And art can be the most prayerful thing, the most
meditative thing possible. If you can be in any art, music, painting,
sculpture, dance, if any art can take a grip of your being, that's the best way
to pray, the best way to meditate. Then you don't need any other meditation;
that is your meditation. That will lead you slowly slowly, step by step, into
God. So this is my criterion: if it leads you towards God, it is true art, it
is authentic art.
Question 3
Beloved Master,
What do you think of life after death?
Sargamo, I totally agree with
Tristan Bernard, the French-Jewish writer, who was once asked the same
question. He was asked what he thought of life after death. He replied,
"With regard to the climate, I would prefer heaven, but with regard to the
company I would give preference to hell."
Question 4
Beloved Master,
What to do with the persistence of
unblissful, seemingly infinite resistance?
Amit Prem, accept it, don't
resist it. Don't resist the resistance. That's what you are doing. The first
resistance is not the problem at all; the second resistance creates the
problem. You are resisting your resistance. Your misery is unnecessarily
multiplied. You drop the second resistance and you will be surprised: if you
drop the second, the first will evaporate on its own accord.
Jesus says: Resist not evil. A
very strange statement... no other awakened person has given such a rebellious
statement. Christian priests, missionaries, don't talk about it at all. They
talk about other things, but they don't talk about this strange statement:
Resist not evil. It seems very illogical, irreligious. Evil has to be resisted -
and Jesus says: Resist not evil. Why?
There is a secret in it. If you
resist evil, you give energy to it. Every resistance gives energy to the thing
resisted. "Don't resist evil" means if you don't resist it, it will
drop on its own accord because you will not be nourishing it by your energy;
you are disconnected immediately.
Amit Prem, you say, "What
to do with the persistence of unblissful, seemingly infinite resistance?"
Nothing has to be done. If you
do anything you will create this resistance more and more; that's how you have
made it infinite. It is not infinite. Only God is infinite, nothing else. How
can your resistance be infinite? But you are making it infinite because you are
pouring your energy into it. You are trying to resist it, fight it, repress it
in subtle ways - so it comes up again and again.
My suggestion is: Accept it,
and then see what happens. Whatsoever happens is good. In the beginning you may
be afraid in accepting it. In the beginning you will think, "If I accept
it then I will have to follow it." No, that is not the truth. If you
totally accept it you will see it dying immediately - you have cut the very
roots. That's what Jesus means. He wants to destroy evil totally; hence he
says: Resist not evil. If you resist you will go on feeding it.
The first resistance is never
the problem, the second resistance is. And you cannot do anything about the
first; you can do something only about the second, because that is yours. What
can be done? If resistance is there it is there - welcome it, accept it. But
you are doing that in many ways.
Amit Prem goes on writing
letters to me: "I feel very sad, I feel very miserable, depressed. I
suffer from an inferiority complex." When I was reading his letter in
which he talks about his suffering from an inferiority complex I was reminded
about a politician who was going through psychoanalysis...
After three years of great
psychoanalytic work, the psychoanalyst one day welcomed him beaming with joy,
and he said, "Come in. I have found everything. Now there is no need for
any psychoanalysis anymore. Your problem is solved!"
The politician was also happy.
He said, "What solution have you found?"
And the psychoanalyst said,
"You are not suffering from an inferiority complex - you simply ARE
inferior, so there is no problem!"
This is acceptance. Amit Prem,
you simply ARE inferior - accept it! You suffer from an inferiority complex
because there is a great desire to be superior. That desire for superiority
creates in its wake the suffering of an inferiority complex. Accept it.
I am inferior - look at me! You
can't be more inferior than me. I am so ordinary! I cannot do any miracle, I
cannot walk on water. I must be suffering from an inferiority complex - because
Jesus walked on water. You see how ordinary I am! But I am so blissful because
I go on saying, "So what?" I can't walk on water, that's true. I
don't make a problem out of it. You can make a problem out of anything.
I have heard:
When Moses was coming from
Egypt and the enemies were following on his heels and they came close to the
sea, now there was a problem: What to do? The sea was a barrier and the enemy
was closing in. They were coming closer and closer every moment.
And then suddenly a miracle
happened: the sea became divided into two parts. Huge columns of water on both
the sides and a small pathway...
Moses looked at the sky and
said, "My God, only one thing I have to ask you. Why is it always me who
has to be the first? Now I have to enter into this danger! Why do I have to be
the first always?"
You can even complain about
your miracles - and I don't complain even about my ordinariness.
Golda Meir, the ex-prime
minister of Israel, used to say again and again, "I cannot forgive Moses.
For forty years he led our people in the desert, and he found Israel - the only
place where there is no oil! I cannot forgive this man. And he passed many
places which had oil."
Amit Prem, simply accept the
way you are. You can't be anybody else. Because you are trying to be somebody
else, that creates the trouble.
He goes on writing to me,
"I want to be an insider in the ashram, and I remain on the
periphery." So what is wrong with being on the periphery? I am not even on
the periphery! You are at least on the periphery. Wherever you are, enjoy it.
If you become accustomed to creating misery for yourself, even if you are at
the very center you will be suffering. You will say, "God, why do I have
to be at the center always and to carry the whole responsibility?"
I say, I am not at the center
because I carry no responsibility at all. You will not find a more
irresponsible person in the whole world than I am. I have no responsibility at
all. Even on the periphery you have some responsibilities. Even the guards
sitting on the gate have some responsibility.
Learn to enjoy wherever you are
and whatsoever you are. Don't make much fuss about it. If there is resistance
it is natural, because this whole process is of surrender. Sannyas is
surrender. Resistance is natural. So accept it, and through acceptance it will
die a natural death.
Question 5
Beloved Master,
Are you against the women's liberation
movement?
Shakti, I am not against women,
I am all for them. But the liberation movement is something ugly - and I know
the responsibility is on the male chauvinists. They have been doing so much
harm to women down the ages that now the woman wants to take revenge. But
whenever you start taking revenge you become destructive. The movement is still
in a destructive phase; it has not become creative. And I am against
destructiveness.
It is of no use to go on
looking at past wounds. It is of no use to take revenge because of the past.
One should learn to forgive and forget. Yes, it was wrong - accept it.
Whatsoever has been done to women down the ages was absolutely wrong. Man has
exploited them. Man has been very brutal, very animalistic. Man has reduced
women to slaves; even more than that, he has reduced them to things, to
possessions. But what is the point of taking revenge? Then you become the
pursuer and man becomes the pursued. Then another kind of chauvinism begins to
take form and shape. Then the female chauvinist is born. And this is not going
to put things right. Then the women will start doing harm to men, and sooner or
later they will take revenge. Where is this going to stop? It is a vicious
circle.
And my feeling is that instead
of men stopping it, it is far easier for women to stop it, to come out of the
vicious circle - because they are more loving, more compassionate. Man is more
aggressive, more violent. I don't have much hope from men, I hope much from
women. Hence I am not in favor of the aggressive attitude and approach of the
Women's Lib movement.
Mrs. Farid presented herself at
the gate of heaven and knocked with trembling hand.
"Madam," said Father
Abraham, peering suspiciously through a peephole, "from whence did you
come?"
"From Flatbush I
came," replied Mrs. Farid with embarrassment, as great beads of
perspiration spangled her spiritual brow.
"Never mind, my
daughter," replied the patriarch compassionately. "Eternity is a long
time; you can live that down."
"Mister, I got something
to confess," she went on, obviously worried.
"In our religion we don't
have confessions."
"But this is different. If
you will take a look in your records, you will see that maybe I don't belong
here. I - I - well - I poisoned my husband and I chopped up my brother-in-law.
Not only that, I..."
Father Abraham suddenly grew
stern. "Your aggressive behavior does indeed present a problem, madam.
Were you a member of the Women's Liberation movement?"
"No."
The gates of pearl and
alabaster swung open upon their golden hinges, making the most ravishing music,
and the patriarch bowed low.
"Enter into thy eternal
rest."
But Mrs. Farid hesitated.
"The poisoning, the chopping, the... the..." she stammered.
"Of no consequence, I
assure you. We are not going to be hard on a lady who did not belong to the
Women's Lib. Take a harp."
"But I applied for
membership. They would not let me in."
"Take two harps."
Don't be worried, Shakti. There
are many women here who have belonged to the Women's Lib movement. But as they
have come closer to me, their attitudes have changed, their approach has
changed. Life's problems can only be solved by love, they cannot be solved by
any violent approach.
Men and women are different
worlds; hence it is difficult to understand each other. And the past has been
full of misunderstandings, but that is not necessarily to be so in the future.
We can learn a lesson from the past, and the only lesson is that man and woman
have to become more understanding of each other and more accepting of each
other's differences. Those differences are valuable, they need not create any
conflict; in fact, they are the causes of attraction between them. If all the
differences between men and women disappear, if they have the same kind of
psychology, love will also disappear because the polarity will not be there.
Man and woman are like negative and positive poles of electricity: they are
pulled towards each other magnetically; they are opposite poles. Hence,
conflict is natural. But through understanding, through compassion, through
love, through looking into the other's world and trying to be sympathetic to
it, all the problems can be solved. There is no need to create more conflict -
enough is enough.
Man needs as much liberation as
woman. Both need liberation - liberation from the mind. They should cooperate
with each other and help each other to be liberated from the mind. That will be
a true liberation movement.
That's what sannyas is all
about.
Question 6
Beloved Master,
Are you god the creator?
Sudheer, do you think I am mad?
For almost a year, Grandpa
Sulzberg had been a constant embarrassment to his family. He would mount a soap
box on street corners in his neighborhood and proclaim himself the messiah.
Then he would proceed to harangue the amused crowds that gathered, hurling
fierce warnings and injunctions, reminding them of the dire consequences of
their evil ways. In his long white robe which he had fashioned from a bedsheet,
and his flowing, silvery beard, he did indeed look like a biblical patriarch.
Old Sulzberg's delusion
gradually worsened, and finally his sons and daughters and grown grandchildren
held a conference and reluctantly agreed to send him to an institution. There,
they hoped, with proper treatment, he might regain his sanity and then return
home.
At the Cedars of Lebanon Home
for the Mentally Disturbed, the "messiah" got along famously with his
fellow patients. Until, that is, he made the mistake of exhorting them to
abandon their godless ways.
"I am Moses
reincarnated," he thundered like a prophet of old. "I am the
messiah!"
"Oh yeah?" yelled one
of the patients. "Who said so?"
"I will tell you who said
so," yelled Mr. Sulzberg-turned-messiah. "God said so!"
And from the outer circle of
patients an indignant voice rang out: "I did not!"
Enough for today.