Osho –
Dhammapada: The Way of The Buddha (Volume 10)
Chapter 8. Not
gospels but gossips
Question 1
Beloved Master,
I feel like such a no-sayer. Is there any
hope for no-sayers?
Prem Jinesh, no-saying is a
good beginning, but not a good end. No-saying is the seed; yes-saying is the
flowering of it. The yes has to come through the no - the no is the womb of the
yes. If you cannot say no, your yes will be impotent. It won't have any meaning
at all, it won't transform your life. It will be just on your lips, not in your
heart.
That's what has happened to the
whole of humanity. People have been forced to become yea-sayers, theists, God-believers,
without ever knowing the taste of no. The yes has been forced upon them. They
have not arrived at the yes, the yes has been handed over to them, it is
borrowed.
It is a mere belief, and all
beliefs are blind. They keep you blind, they keep you in darkness. They keep
you stuck and stagnant.
There is nothing wrong in
saying no. No has as much beauty as yes. No is the way to arrive at yes. Use
the no as a stepping-stone. Don't let it become a habit; be conscious about it,
that's all. I cannot say to you to start saying yes, because that will be not
yet ripe for you. Go on saying no as long as the no remains significant to you.
The no will destroy all that is false, borrowed. It will negate all beliefs. It
will create an empty space in you.
In the East we call the whole
process neti, neti - neither this nor
that. We have never condemned it.
It cleans you of all rubbish,
it purifies you. It is a fire. Passing through it is a necessary step you
cannot avoid. Those who avoid passing through it, their yes is just parrotlike.
You can teach the parrot anything and he will go on repeating it. He does not
mean it. He has no heart within it, he simply says the words - empty words,
hollow words.
A man was purchasing a parrot.
He went to the pet shop. He liked one parrot - very beautiful. He asked the
price. The price appeared to be a little too much: the man was asking one
thousand dollars.
The purchaser asked, "Is
that parrot worth that much?"
The shopkeeper said, "You
can ask the parrot himself."
He asked the parrot, and the
parrot said, "There is no doubt about it."
He said it so convincingly. It
appeared so natural. The man purchased the parrot, and he was very excited to
show it to his wife, to his children. He brought the parrot home.
He asked the parrot, "What
is your name?"
He said, "There is no
doubt about it."
The man said, "What?"
He said, "There is no
doubt about it!"
The man asked, "Do you
know anything else or not?"
He said, "There is no
doubt about it."
The man said, "My God, I
must have been a fool to purchase you!"
The parrot said, "There is
no doubt about it!"
That was all that the parrot
knew. You ask any question, the answer is the same. It has nothing to do with
the questions, it has nothing to do with the reality, it is not a response. It
is just like a gramophone record. It goes on repeating meaninglessly.
The people who have been
conditioned to say yes - yes to God, yes to the religion, yes to the society,
yes to the parents - their yes is bogus, it has no substance. It is not even a
shadow. Even shadows have something in them, but this yes is absolutely a
nonentity. Parents teach you to respect the parents, say yes to them, be
obedient. Of course, that is their vested interest. And the priest says:
Respect the priest, respect the Bible, the Koran, the Gita, respect the
tradition, respect convention. That is his vested interest. And so on, so
forth.
Somebody asked George
Gurdjieff, "Why has respect for parents been emphasized, in every
religion, in every country, in every society? Is there something divine in
it?" Gurdjieff laughed and said, "Yes. God knows perfectly well that
if people are trained to say yes to the parents only then will they say yes to
God. He has a vested interest in it" - because God is the father figure,
the ultimate father. And Gurdjieff also said, "Parents are sooner or later
going to die, and then there will be a vacuum. You respected your parents, you
were obedient to your parents, you were always following, imitating whatsoever
they said. You were just a carbon copy. You will feel very empty - so much so
that you would like to fill your emptiness with something. And that is the
place which God will start filling in you."
He was joking. It is not God's
vested interest. Of course it is the vested interest of the priests. God has no
vested interest in anything. In fact there is no God as a person; God is only
godliness.
One need not believe in God,
one need not be a yea-sayer. One should learn the process of saying no.
So Jinesh, don't be worried.
Say no boldly, courageously. Risk everything for the no. Slowly slowly, you
will become aware that the no has limits. There are points when you cannot say
no. When you explore the possibilities of saying no, you will come across
certain spaces where no-saying is impossible and yes arises within your heart
on its own accord, not as a conditioning, not because somebody has told you.
Now it is your own flowering. And then that yes has beauty, then that yes has
truth, that yes makes you a religious person. Otherwise you remain just
imitators. You can imitate Christianity or Hinduism or Mohammedanism - it does
not matter whom you imitate.
I have seen Christians becoming
Hindus, Hindus becoming Christians - they are the same people. Not only that, I
have seen Catholics become communists - they still remain the same people. I
have seen communists become religious - but still they are the same people.
Just the object of worship changes. Gods go on changing. One God fails, another
God is replaced - but the worshipper is the same. Whether you worship Mohammed
or Marx, Mahavira or Moses, it is not going to make any difference.
If your yes has not come as a
growth to you, then it is absolutely useless. Pass through this fire of
no-saying, but remember only one thing: don't let it become a habit. It can
become a habit, that is the danger. The danger is not in no-saying. The danger
is that your no-saying may become mechanical. So say it consciously, that's all
I can advise you - say it consciously! Just don't go on saying it because you
have become accustomed. That is as foolish as saying yes meaninglessly. If you
say it as a habit, it is meaningless.
There are theists and there are
atheists, and they are all in the same boat. Somebody has been told from the
very beginning that God is - say yes and you will be saved. And somebody has
been told there is no God - say no and you are saved. And they both are
repeating. Whom you are imitating is irrelevant.
A man entered into a restaurant
and ordered a cup of tea. He said, "P-p-please b-bring a cup of tea."
Another man who was sitting
across the table also repeated the same, "P-p-please b-bring a cup of
tea."
The first man looked at the
second man in anger but didn't say anything. Then a third man entered and he
asked that he should be brought a cup of tea.
And the second man said,
"Yes, bring another cup of tea for me too."
Now the first man was really
angry. He said, "Y-y-y-you have been imitating me!"
And the second man said,
"N-n-no. I am imitating him."
But whom are you imitating?
Does it matter? Imitation is imitation.
People are imitators. The whole
world is full of those imitators. You think those imitators are yea-sayers? You
think those imitators are no-sayers? They are not saying anything, they are
simply repeating whatsoever they have been told to repeat.
So Jinesh, just remember one
thing: don't let it become a habit. Be conscious of it and you will be
immensely benefited.
I have heard:
One ex-Nazi was trying to hide
the fact that he had been a stormtrooper. He decided to become an opera singer.
When the night for his big
debut came he walked on stage, looked at his audience and announced, "I am
going to sing - and you are going to listen!"
Things become unconscious. You
cannot hide them. Everybody else will be able to see them except you. If you
can also see your habits, you start becoming a little detached, unidentified
from them, a little aloof. And that very aloofness is a transcendence. Then you
will be able to say when no is needed - you will say no. And you will be able
to say yes when yes is needed. You will not be fixated.
To be fixated is insane. I
don't want you to become yea-sayers; I want you to be conscious, alert,
watchful, responsive. There are moments when your total being would like to say
no. Then say no. If everything has to be risked, risk, but don't be false to
your own being. And there will be moments when your whole being says, "Say
yes." And then too, maybe there is great danger in saying yes, but say it.
That's the way of the sannyasin, the really religious person.
Don't become fixated. You can
move from no-saying to yes-saying, and you can still remain unconscious and
fixated. Then nothing has happened. Your disbelief has become belief, but you
are the same person.
Ira Schwartzbaum thought he was
God. His worried parents, unable to convince him otherwise, finally took him to
see a world-famous psychiatrist.
Ira lay on the couch and closed
his eyes.
"Tell me," the
psychiatrist asked him in an encouraging, sympathetic voice, "how did it
all start?"
"Well," Ira said,
"on the first day I created the earth, then..."
You can be fixated. And once
you are fixated on a certain thing, when you cannot have a detached view of it,
when you cannot create a distance between it and you - you are insane. What
your fixation is is not important. You may be a communist or a Catholic, Hindu
or a Mohammedan, believer/disbeliever, no-sayer/yes-sayer - it is all the same.
Hence, Jinesh, don't be worried
about your no-saying. Be conscious of it. Next time you say no, don't just say
it out of habit, out of a past pattern. Reflect, watch, wait... and let a
response arise in you. And you may be surprised - a yes is born. And it will be
born in you, it will not be imposed from the outside.
Your freedom is a supreme
value. Nothing is higher than that. But your freedom is possible only if you are
not encaged in your habits, unconscious patterns of living. Change your gestalt
from unconsciousness to consciousness. And I know that as you become conscious
you will be able to say more yes than no.
Ultimately a moment comes when
life becomes just yes. But it is not fixation. You are still capable of saying
no, not that you have become incapable of saying no. In fact, the greater is
your yes, in the same proportion is your capacity to say no. You may not say...
it may not be needed. Your understanding of life, your love affair with life
may have brought you such tremendous joy that you may not like to say no. You
may see the childishness of it, the stupidity of it, the stubbornness of it.
You may see its poison and you may not say no, but that does not mean that you
have become incapable of saying it. The more capable you are of saying yes, in
the same proportion you will be capable of saying no too. But now everything
will be decided by your conscious response.
Ultimately the awakened person
stops saying no. Not that he deliberately decides not to say no... it simply
withers away just as dead leaves fall from the trees.
Question 2
Beloved Master,
Why is it so difficult and scary to show
your feelings and just to be yourself?
Prem Deven, it is difficult to
show your feelings and just to be yourself because for thousands of years you
have been told to repress your feelings. It has become part of your collective
unconscious. For thousands of years you have been told not to be yourself. Be
Jesus, be Buddha, be Krishna, but never be yourself. Be somebody else. Down the
ages you have been taught so continuously, so persistently that it has gone
into your blood, into your bones, into your very marrow.
A deep self-rejection has
become part of you. All the priests have been condemning you. They have been
telling you you are sinners, you are born in sin. Your only hope is that Jesus
can save you, or Krishna can save you, but there is no hope as far as you are
concerned - you cannot save yourself, somebody else will save you. You are
doomed, you can only pray to Jesus, to Krishna, to save you. As far as you are
concerned you are just worthless, you are just dust and nothing more. You have
no value, you have been reduced to ugly things, to disgusting beings. It is
because of this, Deven, that one finds it very difficult and scary to show
one's true feelings. You have been taught to be hypocrites.
Hypocrisy pays, and whatsoever
pays seems to be valuable. They say honesty is the best policy - but remember,
the best policy. Even honesty has become only a policy because it pays. If it
does not pay, then? - then dishonesty is the best policy. The whole thing
depends on what works, what pays, what makes you richer, more respectable, what
makes you more comfortable, more safe, more secure, what gives you more
nourishment for the ego - that's the best policy. It may be honesty, it may be
dishonesty... whatsoever it is, use it as a means; it is not an end.
Religion also has become a good
policy. It is a kind of insurance for the other world. You are preparing by
being virtuous, by going to the church, by donating to the poor, for the other
world. You are opening a bank account in paradise, so when you go there you
will be received with great joy, angels shouting "Alleluia!",
dancing, playing on their harps. How big a bank account you have there will
depend on how many virtuous deeds you have done.
Religion too has become
business, and your reality is repressed. And the repressed people have been
respected so much. You call them saints; they are really schizophrenic. They
should be treated, they need therapy - and you worship them. Out of your
hundred saints, even if one turns out to be a real saint that will be a
miracle. Ninety-nine are just hocus-pocus, pretenders, deceivers. And I am not
saying they are deceiving you... they are deceiving themselves too. They are
repressed people.
I have known many mahatmas in
this country, respected by the masses like anything. I have been very intimate
with these people, and in their privacy they have opened their hearts to me.
They are more ugly than you will find the ordinary people.
I used to visit prisoners, to
teach them how to meditate, and my observation was... I was surprised in the
beginning that prisoners - even those who have been sentenced for their whole
lives - are far more innocent than your saints, are far better people than your
saints, far simpler, far more innocent. Your saints are cunning, clever, and
your saints have only one quality: that they are able to repress themselves.
They go on repressing. Then naturally, they become split. Then they have two
kinds of lives: one that they live at the front door, and the other that they
live at the back door; one that they live as a showpiece, and the other - the
real one - that they don't show to anybody. They are afraid even to see it
themselves.
And that's the case with you
too, on a smaller scale, of course, because, Deven, you are not a saint. Your
illness is not yet incurable, it can be cured. It is not yet so acute, it is
not yet chronic. Your illness is just like the common cold: it can disappear
easily.
But everybody is influenced by
these so-called saints, who are really insane people. They are repressed so
much - they have repressed their sex, they have repressed their greed, they
have repressed their anger - and they are boiling within themselves. Their
inner life is very nightmarish. There is no peace, no silence. All their smiles
are painted.
I have heard of a beautiful
woman who came from the West in search of peace. She went to the Himalayas. She
had heard about a great saint who used to live in the caves. It was hard to
reach to those caves, but you know Americans: the harder a thing is, the more
they become interested; it becomes a challenge.
So the American lady reached to
that peak where the saint lived. He had lived there for thirty years absolutely
alone. Not a single human being had visited him all this time, because Indians
are very lazy; they don't bother to go that far. They have managed in a different
way: every twelve years they gather in Allahabad and all the saints from all
the caves come down so they can have all the saints together. They don't bother
much to go to the Himalayas. Those who want to be worshipped come on their own.
But the American lady reached
with arduous effort, and she told the saint - he was very old, ancient - she
told the saint, "I have come here in search of peace. I want peace of mind
and peace of heart."
The saint said, "Yes, you
have come to the right place. You will be given both. Don't be worried, my
daughter. It is not difficult. You will have peace of mind and peace of
heart."
She was very happy. At last
somebody is so certain. She has seen many psychiatrists and therapists; they
all said that it will take seven years, ten years of analysis, and then too
there is no guarantee. This man is so certain, and he looks so silent, so
happy... a man from a totally different world, so unearthly.
But in the middle of the night
the saint jumped into the bed of the woman. She was so shocked, for a few
seconds she could not utter a single word. And the saint started making love,
wild love, to the woman.
And the woman said, "What
are you doing? You had promised me peace of the mind and peace of the heart!
And what are you doing?"
He said, "First things
first: piece of ass! We will take care of other things later on. One has to
begin from the beginning."
If you repress... That was his
problem. Peace of mind and peace of heart was not his problem; he must have
been repressing for thirty years, and he had not seen even a single woman. And
I don't know whether the woman was really beautiful or not, because if you
don't see a woman for thirty years, any woman looks beautiful! Any woman looks
like she is coming from the gods.
Hindu scriptures are full of
the stories that whenever a great saint reaches very close to attaining
enlightenment, beautiful women come from the gods to disturb him. I have not
been yet able to find out why the gods should be interested in disturbing these
poor fellows. Some ascetic, fasting for years, repressing, standing on his
head, torturing himself... he has not done any harm to anybody else except
himself. Why should the gods be so interested in distracting him? They should
really help him! And they send beautiful women... naked... and those women
dance around and make obscene gestures to the poor fellow. Naturally he becomes
a victim, he is seduced, falls from grace - as if the gods are against anyone
who is reaching closer to enlightenment. This seems so ridiculous. They should
help. Rather than helping they come to destroy.
But those stories should not be
understood literally; they are symbolical, they are metaphors. They are very
meaningful. Had Sigmund Freud come across those stories, he would have utterly enjoyed
them. It would have been a treasure for him. It would have supported his
psychoanalysis as nothing else. Nobody was coming; those repressed people were
projecting. These were their desires, repressed desires - so long repressed
that now they have become so powerful that even with open eyes they were
dreaming.
So I don't know whether this
woman was really beautiful, but she must have appeared beautiful to the
so-called saint.
In India, if a woman is sitting
in one place, the saints are taught not to sit in the same place after the
woman has left for a certain length of time, because that space vibrates with
danger. Do you see the foolishness of it all? And these have been the teachers
of humanity. And these are the people who have made you, Deven, scared of your
own feelings - because you cannot accept your own feelings. You reject them,
hence the fear.
Accept them, nothing is wrong,
nothing is wrong with you! All that is needed is not repression or destruction.
You have to learn the art of creating harmony in your energies. You have to
become an orchestra. Yes, if you don't know how to play on musical instruments,
you will create noise, you will drive your neighbors mad. But if you know the
art of playing on the instruments you can create beautiful music, you can
create celestial music. You can bring something of the beyond on the earth.
Life is also a great
instrument. You have to learn how to play upon it. Nothing has to be cut,
destroyed, repressed, rejected. All that God has given to you is beautiful. If
you have not been able to use it beautifully, it simply shows that you are not
yet artful enough. We have all taken our lives for granted, and that is wrong.
We are given only a raw possibility. We have been given only a potential for
life; we have to learn how to actualize it.
That's what sannyas is all
about, Deven. That's what all the devices are: meditation, therapies - all
possible sources have to be used so that you can know how to use your anger in
such a way that it becomes compassion, how to use your sex in such a way that
it becomes love, how to use your greed in such a way that it becomes sharing. Every
energy that you have can become its polar opposite, because the polar opposite
is always contained in it.
Your body contains the soul,
matter contains mind. The world contains God. Dust contains divineness. You
have to discover it, and the first step towards discovery is to accept
yourself, rejoice in being yourself. You are not to be a Jesus, no, you are not
to be a Buddha. You are not to be me or anybody else. You have to be just
yourself. God does not want carbon copies; he loves your uniqueness. And you
can offer yourself to God only as a unique phenomenon. You can be accepted as
an offering but only as a unique phenomenon. An imitation Jesus, Krishna,
Christ, Buddha, Mohammed - these won't do. Imitators are bound to be rejected.
Be yourself, authentically
yourself. Respect yourself. If God has given you life he respects you. And do
you have higher standards than God himself? Love yourself. God loves you. And
then start watching all kinds of energies in you - you are a vast universe!
And slowly slowly, as you
become more conscious, you will be able to put things right, into right places.
You are topsy-turvy, that is true, but nothing is wrong with you. You are not a
sinner - just a little rearrangement and you will become a beautiful
phenomenon.
Question 3
Beloved Master,
Am I wasting energy by looking to occultism
as a way to explore inner space?
Mark, occultism is for stupid
people. God is not hidden; God is very much manifested. He is all over the
place: singing in the birds, flowering in the flowers. He is green in the
trees, red in the roses. He is breathing in you. He is talking through me and
listening through you right this very moment. But you don't want to see the
obvious.
Man has a very pathological
interest in the occult. Occult means that which is hidden. Man wants to be
interested in the hidden - and there is nothing hidden! As far as God is
concerned nothing is hidden. Just open your eyes and he is standing before you.
Be silent and you will hear the still, small voice within yourself. Why go into
occultism to explore inner space? Why not go directly into inner space?
Occultism is so much nonsense, and there is no end to it because it is all
invention. It is religious fiction. Just as there is science fiction, occultism
is religious fiction. If you love fictions, it is perfectly okay. But then
don't think that by reading science fiction you are studying science. And don't
believe in science fiction, and don't act out of that belief; otherwise you
will end up in a madhouse.
Occultism is exactly like
science fiction. People love fiction; there is nothing wrong in it, but you
should know that it is fiction. Enjoy, but don't take it seriously.
In Buddha's time there were
eight great masters. Mahavira is well-known - he was the last enlightened
master of the tradition of the Jainas. He used to say there are three hells.
One of his disciples became a renegade, betrayed him, declared himself to be a
master, and he started talking about seven hells. He used to say to people,
"Mahavira does not know much; he knows only about three hells and I know
about seven." And naturally people were impressed. Mahavira talks only of
three hells and he talks about seven!
One great master was Sanjay
Belattiputta, another contemporary of Buddha. He must have been a man something
like me - nonserious. He started talking about seven hundred hells. He said,
"What is this Gosalak talking about? - only seven? There are seven
hundred, and there are seven hundred heavens too."
He was joking, but people were
very interested. This seems to be the right man, who has gone so deep into
occultism.
Once a follower of Radhaswami,
a small sect which is confined to an area near Agra, came to see me. I was in
Agra. He was some kind of a priest, and he said, "Do you know? - our
master has said there are fourteen planes of existence."
I said, "Just
fourteen?"
He said, "What do you
mean, 'Just fourteen'? Are there more?"
I said, "Certainly."
He said, "But our master
has said there are only fourteen. Mohammed has reached only up to the
third," he said - he had brought a map - "Kabir and Nanak have
reached up to the fifth. And Mahavira and Buddha up to the seventh," and
so on, so forth. But there has never been another who has reached up to the
fourteenth except his so-called master.
I said, "I know your
master. I have seen him struggling in the fourteenth. He is trying hard, but he
cannot get out of it. I know it because I exist at the fifteenth. There are
fifteen planes of existence."
He said, "But you are the
first man..." And he was much impressed. When he was leaving he touched my
feet and he said, "You have revealed a new secret."
I said, "Don't be foolish.
I was just joking! There are only two categories of people: the people who are
not aware and the people who are aware. The people who are aware have no
hierarchy that one is more aware than the other, that somebody is at the fifth,
somebody at the seventh, somebody at the ninth, somebody at the fourteenth.
There is no higher and lower in awareness. Awareness is simply awareness."
But he was not much interested
in that. He was more interested in my being on the fifteenth plane.
People are interested in religious
fictions.
Mark, don't waste your time in
occultism, unless you are interested in novels, fictions. Then it is okay, then
there is no problem...
The lecturer on the occult was
warming to his subject of supernatural manifestations.
"Ah, my friends," he
exclaimed, a look of dedicated zeal animating his face. "If you could but
be made to believe! If only the world would cease its scoffing and come to
realize that visitations from the Mystic Shore happen all the time."
The lecturer searched the faces
in his audience to find those sympathetic souls who agreed with his philosophy.
"I have told you about my
own experiences," he continued, "but surely one of you has also had
direct communication with a departed spirit. If there is any such person here
in this audience who has been in touch with a ghost, I would appreciate it if
he or she would stand up."
From her seat in the front row,
Mrs. Faigel Frume got to her feet. "Me," she said loudly. "Such
a experience I had you would not believe."
"This is very gratifying,"
said the delighted speaker when the applause died down. "Behold, a
volunteer witness; one who is a total stranger to me, arises to give her
testimony. My dear lady, do I understand you to say that you have been in touch
with a ghost?"
"In touch with him?"
echoed Mrs. Frume. "Better even than that. When I was a little girl in
Russia one of them butted me till I was black and blue."
"A ghost butted you?"
"A ghost, you said? Gosh!
I thought you said a goat!"
Don't waste your time in ghosts
and goats. If you want to explore inner space, explore inner space. How does
occultism come in? That's a way of escaping from inner space, not exploring it.
That's a way of keeping yourself engaged in sheer nonsense! And theosophy,
particularly in this age, has released so much nonsense: hundreds of books and
all kinds of foolish things. People are so gullible that they are ready to
believe anything.
Man today exists in a kind of
vacuum. Old religions have died or are almost dying. Either they have died or
they are on the deathbed; hence new creeds are cropping up everywhere, and all
the new creeds need new fictions to allure you.
I cannot give you any occult
fiction. I am not interested in anything esoteric. I am a very down-to-earth
man. I am simply stating the facts. I don't want to decorate them. I don't want
to create illusions in your mind; I don't want to create projections in your
mind. My effort here is to help you to go beyond the mind and all your
occultism and esotericism, theology, anthroposophy - and there are so many
schools. You can create your own; there is no need to believe in anybody
else's, you can create your own. All that you need is a pencil and paper; you
can just go on writing your own fiction. That will be far more enlightening. At
least it will be something creative. Then give your copy to somebody, and you
will find a few believers. Then you will know how people go on believing in any
kind of thing.
J. Krishnamurti was brought up
by theosophists. He was fed, spoon-fed with all kinds of occultism. He became
so fed up that when the theosophists were going to declare him to be the world
teacher... The day they had gathered from all over the world - six thousand
leading theosophists - when they asked Krishnamurti to declare, he stood up and
said, "I dissolve this organization. I am nobody's teacher. I am finished
with it all, and I don't want to say anything more!"
They were shocked, but as far
as I see it, it is a logical conclusion. For years he was taught all kinds of
nonsense by all kinds of stupid people. He was getting fed up with the whole
thing. But old ladies, and particularly retired old people, were very
interested. They were the majority of the theosophists - retired people and old
ladies who now had nothing else to do - and they would gather and talk nonsense
about ghosts and about Tibetan masters who come flying in the air, and about
letters that Master K.H... Now nobody knows who this K.H. is. His full name is
Koot Humi. That too, nobody knows what it means. The less you understand, the
better.
Koot Humi - in short K.H. -
used to write letters, until finally it was found that those letters were
written by Blavatsky herself. A servant used to hide on the roof - just think,
just on the roof of Buddha Hall! - and there was a small hole from where, when
the theosophists would be sitting with closed eyes waiting for Koot Humi, he
would drop a letter.
Now, people are so foolish...
Just ordinary paper - they could have seen what brand it was, in what factory
it had been made - ordinary ink, and the handwriting was Blavatsky's. Then the
letter would be read, and those letters were collected, and they were great
treasures. But in the High Court there was a case against one of the great
theosophists, Leadbeater. He was a colleague of Annie Besant, and he was
suspected of homosexuality. Just a dirty old man, that's all!
So there was a case in the High
Court against him, and in that case his servant confessed that he was the man
who used to hide on the roof. He went and showed the hole and the place where
he used to hide, and everything was discovered. Still, people go on reading
those letters believing that Koot Humi wrote them.
When people want to believe,
when they are feeling empty, some belief is needed. They cling to anything,
they don't listen... they don't listen to their own heart. They just need
belief; so anybody is ready to supply it. Wherever there is demand there is
supply. People need fictions, so there are other people - clever, cunning
people - who go on supplying fictions.
In a Catholic school, little
Hans was asked to give an example of a dependent clause.
"Our cat has a litter of
ten kittens," he replied, "all of which are good Catholics."
"That's excellent,"
said the teacher. "You have a good grasp on grammar as well as on our
religion."
The following week the bishop
visited the school and the teacher called on Hans.
"Our cat has a litter of
ten kittens," said Hans, "all of which are good sannyasins."
"That is not what you said
a week ago!" snapped the teacher.
"Yes," replied Hans,
"but my kittens' eyes are open now."
Be a little alert, be a little
watchful. There are deceiving people all around; you can be easily deceived.
Morrissey, the ventriloquist,
was on his way down to a bar for a drink when a big shaggy dog fell in at his
side.
They went in, the ventriloquist
ordered a scotch, and for a laugh he looked at the dog and said, "Well,
are you having the usual?"
"No, thanks, I have had
enough this morning," said the dog.
The barman was flabbergasted.
He offered fifty dollars for the animal.
"No, sir!" said
Morrissey. "I have had him since he was a pup."
"I'll make it a hundred
dollars!" said the bartender.
Morrissey shook his head. When
the offer went to five hundred dollars the ventriloquist grabbed the money and
headed for the door.
"Alright," he added,
"take good care of him." And with a last look at the dog,
"Farewell, old pal!" he exclaimed.
"Old pal, my foot!"
said the dog. "After what you have just done I will never speak to another
human being as long as I live!"
Be aware of the cunning people,
they are all around. Don't be exploited. Long enough humanity has been
exploited by the cunning and the clever; it is time to put a full stop to it.
Be a little more mature.
If you want to explore inner
space, meditate. Listen to what Buddha says: Quieten the mind, reflect, watch,
and all darkness will disappear on its own accord, and you will be full of
light.
Question 4
Beloved Master,
Your jokes are far out! Ease up a little on
the priests.
Beloved master, I rejoice with existence
because of your enlightenment! I feel good to be here, to be home after years
of searching.
Deva Chintana, I am sorry if it
hurts you. I know... Deva Chintana has been a nun. She has been courageous. She
dropped out of the monastery and became a sannyasin. And my jokes about the
priests must be looking a little hard to her, naturally. I should have thought
of her. I will be more careful in the future, Chintana.
A joke for you:
The pope died... and naturally
assumed that he would go to heaven. So, dressed in all his papal finery, he
went striding up towards the Pearly Gates, brushed past Saint Peter, and made straight
for the entrance.
"Hey, you! Where are you
going?" shouted Saint Peter, and two guardian angels stepped forward to
bar the way.
"Look-a here," said
the pope. "I am-a da popa and I..."
"Who?"
"Da Popa!!! I am-a da popa
of da Catholic-a Church-a and I wanna go to heaven."
"The pope?" said
Saint Peter. "Never heard of you. We don't have anyone of that name in our
books, do we, Gabriel? No, sorry sir, you cannot come in."
"Hey, come on! I am-a da
popa! You gotta let me in. Ask-a God da Father - he knows me!"
Saint Peter calls God the
Father: "Hey, God, this is Saint Peter - gate duty. Sorry to disturb you
but there is a guy here who calls himself the popa and wants to come inside -
says you know him."
"Who?" asks God the
Father.
"The popa."
"Who?"
"I think that's what he
said."
"No, never heard of
him."
"Sorry, Pope - God the
Father says he doesn't know you."
"What? But leesten, I am-a
da popa. He must know me! Look-a here, you ask God da Son. For sure he knows me
- I am-a his representative on da earth-a - he must-a know me!"
Saint Peter calls God the Son,
but the answer is the same: "The pope? No, I've never heard of him!"
The pope is in despair:
"Look-a, you gotta help me. Ring-a the Holy Ghost - for sure he knows me!
I am da popa - da popa of the Catholic-a Church-a, the spiritual representative
of Jesus Christ-a on da earth-a!! He has just gotta know me!"
Saint Peter calls the Holy
Ghost. "Hmmm, the pope, you say!" answers the Holy Ghost. "Hmm,
yes, I've heard that name before somewhere... Wait a minute! He's that bastard
who goes on spreading rumors about me and Virgin Mary. Tell him to go to
hell!"
Chintana, I will try my best.
But the priests are the priests; they are the most ugly people on the earth,
the most cunning and the most mean, although their appearance is totally
different.
And I am not saying that there
are not some good people. Some good people are also caught in the net, but
those good people are childish. Those good people are gullible, those good
people are easily exploitable.
Humanity has to get rid of
priesthood, only then can there be religion. They have been very destructive.
It is because of them that the world is not religious yet. They have divided
humanity instead of making humanity one whole. Much more blood has been shed in
the name of religion than in the name of anything else. In fact, I am not
really hard on them, I am very soft with them. They need to be hit harder. And
when I am hitting them, I am not really hitting them, but simply hitting your
conditioning.
What do I have to do with the
pope or the shankaracharya or the imam or Ayatollah Khomeiniac? I have nothing
to do with these people. But when I hit them I am simply hitting the chains
inside you that keep you in a bondage. My jokes about the priests are just to
help you to come out of the prison, laughing. I don't want it to become a
serious affair for you to come out of the prison, because if it becomes a
serious affair you will be affected by your seriousness and you will carry that
load with you. And there is every danger that you will start projecting your
seriousness on me.
I can free you from the priest
very easily, but the danger is that you may start projecting all that you have
been projecting on the priest, on me. That is not freedom at all; only your chains
are changed.
Someone else has asked me:
Question 5
Beloved Master,
I am a coward and I cannot take sannyas.
What will happen to me?
Jesus was on the cross, a thief
on either side of him. Suddenly the guards disappeared and they were alone.
Seeing that there was no one around, Jesus addressed the two thieves.
"Repent, my
brethren!" he said. "Repent, and the Kingdom of God will be opened
unto you. I will take you with me to the House of my Father. Repent!"
One of the thieves bowed down
to Jesus, saying, "I repent, my Lord! Take me with you into the Kingdom of
God!"
The other thief turned his head
away in disdain. "Stop all this crap!" he exclaimed.
Jesus insisted, "Repent!
Come to my feet!"
"Fuck you!" replied
the thief.
Jesus looked at him compassionately,
and said, "Tough luck, old bean! You won't be in the souvenir picture,
that's all!"
So don't be worried if you are
not a sannyasin. If you cannot gather courage to be a sannyasin, you won't be
in the souvenir picture, that's all. Don't take it seriously.
My whole effort here is to make
sannyas as nonserious as possible. I don't want to become a pope or a
shankaracharya. I don't want to become a replacement for you, a substitute for
you. I don't want to become a father figure to you. I want simply to be a
friend.
Hence my discourses are not
ordinarily religious sermons. I am just chitchatting. They are not gospels, but
gossips!
Enough for today.