MEDITATION
THE SECRET OF SECRET VOL2
I sure dig you, man
MEDITATION
THE SECRET OF SECRETS VOL2
I sure dig you, man
The first question:
Question 1
WHAT EXACTLY IS INTELLIGENCE, AND WHAT IS THE RELATION OF THE INTELLIGENCE
OF THE HEART TO THE INTELLIGENCE OF THE MIND?
Punita, intelligence is the inborn capacity to see, to perceive. Every
child is born intelligent, then made stupid by the society. We educate him
in stupidity. Sooner or later he graduates in stupidity.
Intelligence
is a natural phenomenon -- just as breathing is, just as seeing is.
Intelligence is the inner seeing; it is intuitive. It has nothing to do with
intellect, remember. Never confuse intellect with intelligence, they are
polar opposites. Intellect is of the head; it is taught by others, it is
imposed on you. You have to cultivate it. It is borrowed, it is something
foreign, it is not inborn.
But intelligence is inborn. It is your very being, your very nature. All
animals are intelligent. They are not intellectuals, true, but they are all
intelligent. Trees are intelligent, the whole existence is intelligent, and
each child born is born intelligent. Have you ever come across a child who
is stupid? It is impossible! But to come across a grown-up person who is
intelligent is very rare; something goes wrong in between.
I would like you to listen to this beautiful story. It may help. The story
is called 'The Animal School'.
The animals got together in the forest one day and decided to start a
school. There was a rabbit, a bird, a squirrel, a fish and an eel, and they
formed a Board of Directors. The rabbit insisted that running be in the
curriculum. The bird insisted that flying be in the curriculum. The fish
insisted that swimming had to be in the curriculum, and the squirrel said
that perpendicular tree-climbing was absolutely necessary to the curriculum.
They put all of these things together and wrote a curriculum guide. Then
they insisted that ALL of the animals take ALL of the subjects.
Although the rabbit was getting an A in running, perpendicular
tree-climbing was a real problem for him. He kept falling over backwards.
Pretty soon he got to be sort of brain-damaged and he could not run anymore.
He found that instead of making an A in running he was making a C, and of
course he always made an F in perpendicular climbing. The bird was really
beautiful at flying, but when it came to burrowing in the ground he could
not do so well. He kept breaking his beak and wings. Pretty soon he was
making a C in flying as well as an F in burrowing, and he had a hell of a
time with perpendicular tree-climbing.
The moral of the story is that the person who was valedictorian of the
class was a mentally-retarded eel who did everything in a half-way fashion.
But the educators were all happy because everybody was taking all of the
subjects, and it was called a 'broad-based education'.
We laugh at this, but that's what it is. It is what you did. We really are
trying to make everybody the same as everybody else, hence destroying
everybody's potential for being himself.
Intelligence dies in imitating others. If you want to remain intelligent
you will have to drop imitating. Intelligence commits suicide in copying, in
becoming a carbon copy. The moment you start thinking how to be like that
person you are falling from your intelligence, you are becoming stupid. The
moment you compare yourself with somebody else you are losing your natural
potential. Now you will never be happy, and you will never be clean, clear,
transparent. You will lose your clarity, you will lose your vision. You will
have borrowed eyes; but how can you see through somebody else's eyes? You
need your own eyes, you need your own legs to walk, your own heart to beat.
People are living a borrowed life, hence their life is paralyzed. This
paralysis makes them look very stupid.
A totally new kind of education is needed in the world. The person who is
born to be a poet is proving himself stupid in mathematics and the person
who could have been a great mathematician is just cramming history and
feeling lost. Everything is topsy-turvy because education is not according
to your nature. It does not pay any respect to the individual, it forces
everybody into a certain pattern. Maybe by accident the pattern fits a few
people but the majority is lost and the majority lives in misery.
The greatest misery in life is to feel oneself stupid, unworthy,
unintelligent. And nobody is born unintelligent; nobody can be born
unintelligent because we come from God. God is pure intelligence. We bring
some flavor, some fragrance from God when we come into the world. But
immediately the society jumps upon you, starts manipulating, teaching,
changing, cutting, adding, and soon you have lost all shape, all form. The
society wants you to be obedient, conformist, orthodox. This is how your
intelligence is destroyed.
My whole approach is to take you out of this imposed pattern. This is a
prison cell in which you are living. You can drop it. It will be difficult
to drop because you have become so accustomed to it. It will be difficult to
drop because it is not just like clothing; it has become almost your skin,
you have lived with it so long. It will be difficult to drop because this is
your whole identity -- but it has to be dropped if you really want to claim
your real being.
If you really want to be intelligent you have to be a rebel. Only the
rebellious person is intelligent. What do I mean by rebellion? -- I mean
dropping all that has been enforced on you against your will. Search again
for who you are, start from ABC again. Think that your time, up to now, has
been a wastage because you have been following.
No person is similar to anybody else, each is unique -- that is the nature
of intelligence -- and each is incomparable. Don't compare yourself to
anybody. How can you compare? You are you and the other is other. You are
not similar, so comparison is not possible.
But we have been taught to compare and we are continuously comparing.
Directly, indirectly, consciously, unconsciously, we live in comparison. And
if you compare you will never respect yourself: somebody is more beautiful
than you, somebody is taller than you, somebody is healthier than you, and
somebody is something else; somebody has such a musical voice... and you
will be burdened and burdened if you go on comparing. Millions of people are
there; you will be crushed by your comparisons.
And you had a beautiful soul, a beautiful being which wanted to bloom,
which wanted to become a Golden Flower, but you never allowed it. Be
unburdened. Put all aside. Regain, reclaim your innocence, your childhood.
Jesus is right when he says, "Unless you are born again, you shall not enter
into my kingdom of God."
I say the same to you: Unless you are born AGAIN....
Let your sannyas be a new birth! Drop all the garbage that has been put on
you! Be fresh! Start from the very beginning, and you will be surprised --
how much intelligence is immediately released.
Punita, you ask, "What exactly is intelligence?"
It is capacity to see, capacity to understand, capacity to live your own
life according to your own nature. That is what intelligence is.
And what is stupidity? Following others, imitating others, obeying others,
looking through their eyes, trying to imbibe their knowledge as your
knowledge: that is stupidity.
That's why pundits are almost always stupid people. They are parrots, they
repeat. They are gramophone records. They can repeat skillfully, but let a
new situation arise, that which is not written in their books, and they are
at a loss. They don't have any intelligence.
Intelligence is the capacity to respond moment-to-moment to life as it
happens, not according to a program. Only unintelligent people have a
program. They are afraid; they know that they don't have enough intelligence
to encounter life as it is. They have to be ready, they rehearse. They
prepare the answer before the question has been raised, and that's how they
prove themselves stupid -- because the question is never the same. The
question is always new. Each day brings its own problems, its own challenges
and each moment brings its own questions. And if you have ready-made answers
in your head you will not be able even to listen to the question. You will
be so full of your answer, you will be incapable of listening. You will not
be available. And whatsoever you will do you will do according to your
ready-made answer -- which is irrelevant, which has no relationship with the
reality as it is.
Intelligence is: to relate with reality, unprepared. And the beauty of
facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth; then
life has a flow and freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when
life has so many surprises boredom never settles in you.
The stupid person is always bored. He is bored because of the answers that
he has gathered from others and goes on repeating. He is bored because his
eyes are so full of knowledge, he cannot see what is happening. He knows too
much without knowing at all. He is not wise, he is only knowledgeable. When
he looks at a roseflower, he does not look at THIS roseflower. All the
roseflowers that he has read about, all the roseflowers that the poets have
talked about, all the roseflowers that painters have painted and
philosophers have discussed, and all the roseflowers that he had heard
about, they are standing in his eyes -- a great queue of memories,
information. THIS roseflower that is there is lost in that queue, in that
crowd. He cannot see it. He simply repeats; he says, "This roseflower is
beautiful." Those words are also not his own, not authentic, not sincere,
not true. Somebody else's voice... he is just playing a tape.
Stupidity is repetition, repeating others. It is cheap, cheap because you
need not learn. Learning is arduous. It needs guts to learn. Learning means
one has to be humble. Learning means one has to be ready to drop the old,
one has to be constantly ready to accept the new. Learning means a
non-egoistic state.
And one never knows where learning will lead you. One cannot predict about
the learner; his life will remain unpredictable. He himself cannot predict
what is going to happen tomorrow, where he will be tomorrow. He moves in a
state of no-knowledge. Only when you live in a state of no-knowledge, a
CONSTANT state of no-knowledge, do you learn.
That's why children learn beautifully. As they grow old they stop learning,
because knowledge gathers and it is cheap to repeat it. Why bother? It is
cheap, simple, to follow the pattern, to move in a circle. But then boredom
settles. Stupidity and boredom go together.
The intelligent person is as fresh as dewdrops in the morning sun, as fresh
as the stars in the night. You can feel his newness, so new, like a breeze.
Intelligence is the capacity to be reborn again and again. To die to the
past is intelligence, and to live in the present is intelligence.
And, Punita, you also ask, "What is the relationship of intelligence of the
heart to the intelligence of the mind?"
They are diametrically opposite. The intelligence of the head is not
intelligence at all; it is knowledgeability. The intelligence of the heart
is the intelligence, the only intelligence there is. The head is simply an
accumulator. It is always old, it is never new, it is never original. It is
good for certain purposes: for filing it is perfectly good. And in life one
needs this -- many things have to be remembered. The mind, the head, is a
biocomputer. You can go on accumulating knowledge in it and whenever you
need you can take it out. It is good for mathematics, good for calculation,
good for the day-to-day life, the marketplace; but if you think this is your
whole life then you will remain stupid. You will never know the beauty of
feeling and you will never know the blessing of the heart. And you will
never know the grace that descends only through the heart, the God that
enters only through the heart. You will never know prayer, you will never
know poetry, you will never know love.
The intelligence of the heart creates poetry in your life, gives dance to
your steps, makes your life a joy, a celebration, a festivity, a laughter.
It gives you a sense of humor. It makes you capable of love, of sharing.
That is true life. The life that is lived from the head is a mechanical
life. You become a robot -- maybe very efficient; robots are very efficient,
machines are more efficient than man. You can earn much through the head,
but you will not live much. You may have a better standard of living but you
won't have any life.
Life is of the heart. Life can only grow through the heart. It is the soil
of the heart where love grows, life grows, God grows. All that is beautiful,
all that is really valuable, all that is meaningful, significant, comes
through the heart. The heart is your very center, the head is just your
periphery. To live in the head is to live on the circumference without ever
becoming aware of the beauties and the treasures of the center. To live on
the periphery is stupidity. You ask, "What is stupidity?"
To live in the head is stupidity. To live in the heart and USE the head
whenever needed is intelligence. But the center, the Master, is at the very
core of your being. The Master is the heart, and the head is just a servant:
this is intelligence. When the head becomes the Master and forgets all about
the heart, that is stupidity.
It is up to you to choose. Remember, the head as a slave is a beautiful
slave, of much utility, but as a master is a dangerous master and will
destroy your whole life, will poison your whole life. Look around! People's
lives are absolutely poisoned, poisoned by the head. They cannot feel, they
are no more sensitive, nothing thrills them. The sun rises but nothing rises
in them; they look at the sun empty-eyed. The sky becomes full of the stars
-- the marvel, the mystery! -- but nothing stirs in their hearts, no song
arises. Birds sing, man has forgotten to sing. Clouds come in the sky and
the peacocks dance, and man does not know how to dance. He has become a
cripple. Trees bloom.... Man thinks, never feels, and without feeling there
is no flowering possible.
The Golden Flower that we have been talking about this whole month is there
in you, waiting -- waiting for centuries, for lives. When are you going to
give attention to it so that it can bloom? And unless a man becomes a Golden
Flower what the yogis have called the 'one-thousand-petalled lotus',
sahasrar -- unless your life becomes an opening, one thousand petals open
and the fragrance is released, you will have lived in vain, "a tale told by
an idiot, full of fury and noise, signifying nothing".
Watch, scrutinize, observe, have another look at your life. Nobody else is
going to help you. You have depended on others so long; that's why you have
become stupid. Now, take care; it is your own responsibility. You OWE it to
yourself to have a deep penetrating look at what you are doing with your
life. Is there any poetry in your heart? If it is not there, then don't
waste time. Help your heart to weave and spin poetry. Is there any romance
in your life or not? If there is not, then you are dead, then you are
already in your grave.
Come OUT of it! Let life have something of the romantic in it, something
like adventure. Explore! Millions of beauties and splendors are waiting for
you. You go on moving around and around, never entering into the temple of
life. The door is the heart.
So I say: the real intelligence is of the heart. It is not intellectual, it
is emotional. It is not like thinking, it is like feeling. It is not logic,
it is love.
The second question:
Question 2
WHAT IS IT IN THE MAKE-UP OF SOMEONE LIKE EVA RENZI THAT MAKES HER TELL
SUCH OUTRAGEOUS LIES ABOUT A COMMUNITY LIKE OURS?
I feel sorry for Eva Renzi. She was really in great need. She has missed an
opportunity. She must be suffering from a split personality. She is not one,
she is two. She is schizophrenic. That's why she had come in search, to find
some clarity, some integration.
She has been in psychotherapy, she has been psychoanalyzed, but the
psychoanalysis has not been of much help. That's why her husband suggested
that she come here. The husband also has not been able to live with her,
they are separated.
And just the other day I was reading a statement by one of the directors --
she is a film actress -- and the director remembers that ten or twelve years
ago he was directing a film and she was the heroine in the film. They had
booked a beautiful castle somewhere in Germany for only one day. And the
whole crew waited and all the actors waited, and Eva Renzi never turned up!
Almost in tears, everybody left. And in the evening she turned up, laughing,
smiling. And the director says he became so crazy that he hit her with a
chair! And then he felt bad too. He had a heart attack; for three, four
months he had to rest. He says that anybody who can live for one hour with
Eva Renzi will hit her!
Now the poor woman must have been in deep suffering. She is crazy! She
would have been immensely helped if she had been a little patient, if she
had been here a little longer.
But these patterns go very deep. These patterns go so deep that it is
almost impossible to help such people.
She was in one group, Centering; she created trouble there -- and she was
creating so much trouble that the whole group was disturbed. And you cannot
allow one hundred and twenty-five people to be disturbed for one person. So
Prasad, the group leader, had to tell her that if she was so angry, in a
rage, so much in violence, that it would be better that she should
participate in the Encounter group where she could release her anger, her
rage, cathart, but the Centering group was not for her.
She immediately left and entered into the Encounter group, and within hours
she was gone -- because there also she created much trouble, provoked
everybody to fight. The Encounter group is meant for release, and when
people started fighting with her she left the group.
Now the other personality must have taken possession of her. She did not
report to the police here in Poona. If there had been something wrong with
her she should have gone to the police. She went to police in Bombay and
reported that she had been beaten -- so much so that the room was full of
blood -- her clothes had been torn apart and she had to go out of the ashram
naked to the hotel! Now, do you think a beautiful woman like Eva Renzi
walking naked on the Poona streets would have survived? Nobody remembers a
naked woman in the 'Blue Diamond', bleeding and going there; nobody had seen
her. There are thousands of people here the whole day: nobody had seen her
going and leaving, naked, bleeding, shouting, crying; nobody had seen her.
She reported to the police in Bombay, not here. And the police came and
searched and found the whole thing was a lie.
But I don't think that she is lying; it is her other personality, her other
self. The other person had taken possession of her, not that she was lying
knowingly. When the other person takes possession, it becomes impossible --
you don't know what you are saying, why you are saying it.
The people who are split function almost like two persons. When they are in
one personality they are one person, when they are in another personality
they are a different person, and both personalities never meet.
Now she has created much fuss in Germany, in the newspapers, but I feel
real compassion for her. I invite her again. I have not seen her. All this
just happened within a day, I have not seen her. I would like to see her and
help her; she needs help. And she has gone so deeply into this schizophrenia
that I don't think she can be helped anywhere else. If she comes back it
will be good: those two personalities can be welded again. But it will need
patience. If she had come with her husband or some friends it would have
been better. They would have prevented her from escaping so soon.
A little time will be needed. A lifelong pattern can't be changed in one
day. And the schizophrenics have their own ideas about things. They are so
full of their own madness that they think everybody else is mad. Their
projections are such, they feel that they are being persecuted, everybody is
going to murder them or kill them.
Once it happened :I had to live in the same room with a professor for a few
months. He was a schizophrenic. When he was good he was utterly good, a
really nice fellow, but when he was bad he was really bad. And it was very
difficult to know when he was going to be good, when he was going to be bad.
In the middle of the night he would start shouting or would start provoking
me to fight with him. If you didn't fight, you didn't honor him. If you
didn't start fighting, then he would be angry. If you fought him you
unnecessarily got into trouble with him. And then the neighbors would come,
and he would shout and he would make such fuss. And by the morning he would
have forgotten everything! If you reminded him he would say, "No, you must
have dreamt it." If you called the neighbors he would say, "They must have
been dreaming, because I have slept so well the whole night." It was so
difficult. I would go to the university to teach; when I would come home all
my things would be gone!
He had two personalities. The other personality was really something! He
would store everything in his suitcases and lock them. When he was good he
would be very generous, he would give his things to me. I enjoyed living
with him for a few months because it was such a surprise -- you never knew
what was going to happen today. And when he was in his bad personality, in
the neurotic, he was so afraid, that anything... and he would think the
murderer was coming or the police were coming to catch hold of him. And he
would imagine: just a jeep passing by in the middle of the night -- he would
wake me up. He would say, "Look, the police are reaching, the jeep has come.
Now I will be caught. And I tell you that I am innocent! And I have not done
anything wrong -- you are my witness!" Just the whistle of the police in the
night and he would be alerted.
These people are in deep suffering. They have their own ideas, and they are
so clouded in their ideas that they don't see the reality.
Now I don't think she is aware at all of what she is saying, of what she is
reporting to the newspapers. She says one man, an old man, a Dutchman -- he
is none other than the famous author, Amrito -- tried to rape her. Now he
will be the last man to think of rape; she is just like a daughter to him.
And such a nice, loving person. But somehow she had got the idea that there
was an old Dutchman in the Encounter group who wanted to rape her. Now she
is going around telling people, the newspapers. But the idea had got into
her, and newspapers are always ready to exploit anything.
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A man came home to find his wife having a nervous breakdown, screaming and
banging her head on the wall.
"What is the matter, darling?" said the worried husband.
"I am homesick!" sobbed the distraught woman.
"But you are at home, darling," said the husband.
"Exactly!" said the wife, "I am sick of home!"
When you have your ideas, your own interpretations, things start appearing
like that. And you can always find explanations, excuses; you can always
find arguments. And remember, neurotic people are very argumentative because
they are hung-up in the head.
So don't feel angry with Eva Renzi, not at all. And don't be worried about
what is happening in Germany. It is going to help my work tremendously! I
know my business and how to do it; don't be worried about it.
Now it is all over Germany. EVERYBODY knows my name -- this is something
great -- and everybody is asking about me, "Who is this man?" Sannyasins who
have come from Germany just a few days ago report that even taxi-drivers
ask, "Are you going to Poona? I am also thinking of going! What is happening
there?"
Now many people will be coming because of Eva Renzi. And remember, there is
always a balance, otherwise life would collapse. Her negative statements
started creating positive statements. That's how it always happens. That's
what I mean when I say I know my business. Now this director has come to
defend me. He does not know me, but he says that if it has happened to Eva
Renzi it is perfectly good; she needed it, she deserved it! He says all the
people who knew her will be happy -- particularly her husband. Now more and
more positive statements will be coming.
Just create the negative and the positive starts coming. Create the
positive and the negative starts coming. They always balance, otherwise life
would collapse. So never be worried about negative things; it is always like
that.
Do you know who created Christianity? -- not Christ, but the people who
crucified him. If they had not crucified him there would have been no
Christianity, you would never have even heard of Jesus. It is the people who
crucified him. Now crucifixion is such a negativity that the positive is
bound to happen. Now somebody is bound to start worshipping; then the
balance. Life always balances.
So the poor woman is in suffering but it is good for my work. Nothing is
wrong in it. Those lies that she is telling will be refuted from many
unknown quarters. People will come up on their own, and many people will
come just out of curiosity. Many more lies will follow, and many more truths
to balance them. Now, because she started the thing, many newspapers have
come to Poona. Since she started the ball rolling, many newspapers, many
journalists have come. A few have written against, a few have written for.
One journalist seems to be really very inventive. He writes that he reached
to the ashram-gate door at five thirty, early in the morning. He knocked on
the door. A great beauty, a blonde, opened the door -- at five thirty! --
and welcomed him with an apple, or something like an apple. He said, "I
don't know what fruit it was. She gave the fruit to me and she said, 'You
are welcome in the Garden of the Master. Come in!' And I asked, 'What is
this apple?' and she said, 'You eat it. It will give you sexual energy."'
Now the taxi-drivers are asking, "Are there such types of fruits in the
garden? We would like to come." Who would not like to come! Let these people
work. They are helping my work; nothing to be worried about. I always
rejoice!
The third question:
Question 3
WHAT IS YOUR MESSAGE, OSHO? I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU.
My message is that there is no message. I am not here to give you a
message, because a message will become knowledge. I am here to impart
something of my being. It is not a message, it is a gift. It is not a
theory, it is not a philosophy. I want you to partake of my being. It cannot
be reduced into a dogma. You cannot go back and tell people what you have
learned here; you will not be able to. If you have learned anything you will
not be able to relate it to anybody, although your whole being will show it.
You will not be able to say it but only to show it. Your eyes will show it,
your face will beam, your whole energy will have a different vibe.
I am not functioning here as a teacher. This is not a school. I don't teach
you a thing. I simply want you to participate with me, in this mystery that
has happened to me. Fall in tune with my energy, vibrate with me, pulsate
with me -- and you will know something which is beyond words, which no
message can contain.
Once the great Master Joshu was asked for his word. Joshu said, "There is
not even half a word."
When he was asked further, "Master, but are you not here?" he said, "I am
not a word."
He is right. A Master is not a word, a Master is a door. A Master is not a
message but a medium. A Master is a link, a bridge. Pass through the door,
pass through the bridge, and you will come to know exactly what life is all
about. If you can dive deep into the Master you will start feeling the
presence of God -- but it is not a message.
And you say you don't understand me. I know why you can't understand me:
because whatsoever I am saying is so simple, that is why. Had it been
complex you would have understood it. You are accustomed to complexity: the
more complex a thing is, the more your intellect starts working on it. The
challenge to the ego...
My communion with you is so simple, so utterly simple that there is no
challenge for the ego; that is the reason why you can't understand me. What
I say is simple and absolutely clear. I don't use any jargon. I am simply
using the language that you use in your day-to-day work, in your day-to-day
life. Maybe that is the reason for your not understanding me. The obvious is
what I say and teach -- yes, the obvious -- but the obvious sounds bizarre
because you have become so accustomed to the complexities that the mad mind
goes on spinning and weaving around you.
And moreover, always keep in mind that what I say is said for no particular
reason. There is no motive behind it. Just as they say 'art for art's sake',
what I am saying to you has no particular reason behind it, no motive, but a
sheer joy of being together with you, a sheer response to your questions.
Not that my answers will solve your questions; no, not at all. If my answers
can solve your questions, then it becomes a message. My answers will only
help you to understand your questions -- and when a question is understood,
it dissolves. No question is ever solved. If you understand a question
rightly it dissolves, it is not solved. It becomes insignificant, trivial
and false, like a dry leaf from the tree. It loses all meaning. I am not
going to give you answers, I am going to take away your questions.
And when the mind has no question to ask, in that utter silence where no
question is present, you come to know that which is -- call it God, call it
Tao, truth, NIRVANA, or what you will.
That's why I say there is no particular reason in my saying whatsoever I
say to you. There is no particular motive behind it, it is a simple response
to your being. I am only being a mirror, hence there is no particular need
to understand me. Don't try to understand me. There is nothing to
understand. Just be with me and understanding will come on its own. And
these are two different types of understandings.
When you try to understand me you will miss, because while I am imparting
something to you, you are engaged and occupied in understanding it. You will
miss it. Don't try to understand it, just listen! Just as I am talking to
you without any motive, listen on your part without any motive -- and the
meeting is bound to happen. When I am without motive and you are without
motive, what can hinder, what can obstruct the meeting? Then the meeting is
going to happen. And in that communion is understanding; in that communion
is light, clarity, transparency.
So rather than trying to understand me, celebrate me, rejoice in me -- and
you will understand, and without any effort to understand.
Nobody ever understands through effort. What effort do you make when you
listen to music? Do you try to understand it? If you try to understand it,
you will miss the whole joy of it. The music has to be rejoiced in. Do you
try to understand a dance? Then you will miss it. The dance has to be
celebrated. Do you try to understand the roseflowers and the songs of the
birds in the morning? There is no need! Just be with the roseflower, just
see the bird on the wing. Don't let anything hinder, and suddenly,
understanding arises. That understanding arises from the heart, from your
intelligence. It is not of the head.
And then the understanding has a totally different flavor, a totally
different fragrance to it. Then it has beauty -- because it comes out of
effortlessness, it comes out of love. If you try to understand me, logic
will be there, mind will be there. If you don't try to understand me, if you
just listen for the sake of listening, then slowly, slowly something starts
opening in you, arising in you, awakening in you.
Let me be a provocation, not a message. Let me be an alarm to wake you up,
not a message. If you think in terms of a message you will create a wall
between me and you. Just be here. Just as I am with you, you be with me --
for no particular reason, just for the sheer joy of this silence, this
presence that surrounds me and you, that joins me and you, this
meditativeness, this grace, this moment of sheer beauty and benediction.
And your heart will understand. Whether your mind understands or not is of
no significance.
The fifth question:
Question 4
MORARJI DESAI SAYS THAT STUDENTS SHOULD NOT TAKE PART IN POLITICS. WHAT DO
YOU SAY ABOUT IT?
Remember always: whatsoever the politicians say, it is always politics.
Whenever a politician reaches to power he always starts telling the students
not to participate in politics -- but only when he is in power. When he is
not in power he is all in favor -- students SHOULD participate in politics.
How has Morarji reached to power? Basically, it was a students' movement in
Gujarat and Bihar; on that tidal wave of the youth movement he has reached
to power. Now he must be afraid; now if students continue to participate in
politics he can be toppled.
This is something beautiful to be understood: whenever politicians are out
of power they provoke the students. The same politicians, when they reach to
power, they start telling the students, "Please, this is not your work. You
should go to the colleges, to the universities. Politics has to be avoided.
Don't be distracted by politics!" Because that is the bridge, that bridge
has to be broken. Otherwise others will be coming. And students cannot be
befooled so easily as others can be befooled. Youth cannot be befooled as
easily as others can be befooled because youth is still not involved in the
vested interests of the society. The older you grow the more your investment
is in the status quo; you cannot go against it. You are married, you have
children, you have a job, you have to look after the family, and there are a
thousand and one responsibilities on you. You would like everything to
remain as it is, you will be afraid of any change. Who knows? -- your job is
lost, and what is going to happen to your children?
Students prove to be the most revolutionary part of the society for the
simple reason that they have no investment; for the simple reason that they
can ask for, demand, change. And of course they are young; their eyes can
still see a little bit. They can still feel. And of course they are going to
live in the future. The past is not their world, but the future. The older
you grow the less future you have and the more past. A man of seventy has
very little future and a very long past. And the man who is only twenty has
very little past and a long future; his orientation is the future. And
whenever the future is the orientation there is rebellion, revolution.
And the people who are in power are always afraid of any kind of rebellion,
of any kind of revolution.
So remember, when politicians say, "Participate in politics," then too it
is politics. When they say, "Don't participate in politics," then too it is
politics. They always speak politics, whatsoever they say. Even in their
sleep, if they start saying something, it is politics -- don't believe them!
Even in their dreams they remain politicians.
But they are cunning people, shrewd people: whenever there is a revolution,
whenever there is some change, some movement, and the youth is stirred, the
shrewd politicians simply ride on the wave.
Now this revolution that happened just one and a half years ago was created
by the youth, and the power went into the hands of the very rotten old. This
is strange -- that the stir was of the youth but the people who came into
power are all above seventy, and a few are even above eighty. One sometimes
wonders why dead people can't get out of their graves and become prime
ministers and presidents... they will prove to be even better!
I was reading a story:
Three old friends met for lunch one day. Well advanced in years, they met
periodically to keep up to date on each other. The youngest of the three
told his news first. His wife had just given him a baby girl -- and he was
almost seventy-nine years old!
The second man spoke. He was eighty-three years of age and his wife had
just had a son. The two fathers were proud as peacocks.
Then the third man offered some food for thought. "My friends," he said,
"let me tell you a story. I am eighty-eight. Used to hunt a lot, but I am
too old for that nonsense now. But last week I was strolling in the park and
a cottontail came bounding out of the bushes. True to an old instinct, I
raised my walking cane to shooting position, cried, 'Bang! Bang!' and the
rabbit rolled over dead!
"A few minutes later I spied another cottontail. Again I simulated a rifle
with my cane and cried 'Bang!' Again the rabbit dropped dead!
"What necromancy, what strange spell is this? I wondered aloud. Then,
gentlemen, I glanced behind -- ten paces to the rear was a young boy
shooting with a real rifle!"
Morarji Desai should ponder over it: your 'bang! bang!' has not done
anything; just the youth of the country have been shooting behind you.
But now, naturally, once you have reached to power you become afraid.
But you ask me, "What do you say about it?"
I also say to you to avoid politics, don't take part in politics -- not for
the same reason, of course. First, I am not a politician. Second, I am not
in power. I have nothing to be afraid of in your taking part in politics.
So, the reason why Morarji Desai says, "Don't participate in politics," is
something else. The reason why I say to you, "Don't participate in
politics," is totally different. The reason is: leave politics for the
stupid people, the utterly stupid who cannot do anything else. First try to
be a scientist, a poet, a painter, an architect, a musician, a novelist, a
potter, a weaver, a carpenter -- something intelligent, something creative.
If you find that you cannot create anything; when you have looked around and
tried everywhere, and everywhere you get 'F', then go into politics -- that
is the last resort of the stupid and the scoundrels -- never before. First
try; there are beautiful experiences in life. Politics is destructive. It is
the most ugly phenomenon. Leave it to others who cannot do anything else.
And remember, if you don't leave it to others who cannot do anything else,
those others will become criminals.
The criminal and the politician are the same type of people. If the
criminal becomes politically successful he is a great leader. If the
politician cannot succeed in being in power he becomes a criminal. They are
destructive people: their whole effort is to dominate others.
The really creative person is not interested in dominating anybody. He is
so utterly rejoicing in life -- he wants to create, he wants to participate
with God. Creativity is prayer. And whenever you create something, in those
moments you are with God, you walk with God, you live in God. The more
creative you are the more divine you are. To me, creativity is religion. Art
is just the entrance to the temple of religion.
Create something! When you fail everywhere, then politics. It is not for
the intelligent people, it is for the utterly unintelligent and stupid. And
of course, they also need somewhere, some place to do some nonsense of their
own. They need parliaments to quarrel in and go mad. Leave it to them!
I also say to students: Don't participate in politics unless you have
failed everywhere else. First try other dimensions of life, far richer. But
my reason is totally different.
And if you become interested in politics too early you will remain retarded
for your whole life. When are you going to read Kalidas and Shakespeare and
Milton and Tennyson and Eliot and Pound? When are you going to see the great
painters, learn their art? When are you going to meditate in Khajuraho,
Konarak? When are you going to dream great dreams of creating a Taj Mahal or
a painting or poetry? When? There is great literature, great painting, great
poetry. Watch your steps.
Politics seems to be attractive for only one single reason, and that has to
be understood.
The English word 'self-consciousness' has to be understood; that will help
you. It has two meanings. One is the meaning which Buddha preaches and
Gurdjieff preaches and I preach: it means to become conscious of yourself,
become alert. Gurdjieff used the word 'self-remembering', and Buddha uses
the words SAMA SMRATI, mindfulness, consciousness. Krishnamurti uses the
word 'awareness' -- become fully alert and aware. This is the one meaning of
the word 'self-conscious'. The word is very ambiguous.
The other meaning is when you stand on a stage and you become
self-conscious, and you start trembling. The other meaning is pathological.
The first meaning means you are conscious of yourself -- you are not a
robot, you function out of awareness. The second means that you are aware
that OTHERS are conscious of you, that others are watching you, that you are
an object of others' consciousness -- and you become afraid. So many people
watching... if something goes wrong... and they will laugh and they will
think you are a fool or ridiculous -- and you become afraid. Others are
watching you; you are an object. You become conscious of this phenomenon --
conscious that others are conscious of you -- then fear arises. But joy too
arises -- "So many people watching me" -- so you repress your fear. You
stand there on the stage without trembling: "So many people watching me..."
The fear is: if something goes wrong they will think you are a fool. The joy
is: "If nothing goes wrong, and I can perform well, then so many people will
think, 'Look! What a great man! What a great artist, actor, speaker,
orator!' If I can succeed in performing something, so many people will look
towards me, upwards at me, and will enhance my ego."
The politician lives in this. He wants many people to look up to him so his
ego is enhanced. He is afraid of going within because he knows there is
nothing, emptiness. He does not know who he is. He collects his information
about himself from others' eyes, from what they say. If they say "You are a
great man" he believes he is a great man. He rides on the winds. If they say
"You are a mahatma" he feels greatly happy, his ego is fulfilled. He is
attaining a kind of identity -- now he knows who he is. But this is not true
self-knowledge; others can take it away any moment. And they always take,
because sooner or later they can see that you have not fulfilled your
promises, that your performance has been bogus.
You can see Morarji Desai's great ego eroding by and by. You can see the
same with Jimmy Carter -- the smile becoming smaller and smaller,
disappearing -- because you cannot fulfill the promises that you have made
to the people. And you always make big promises. Without making big promises
you will not reach to power, so you give fantastic promises that you know
you cannot fulfill -- but who cares! Once you are in power, then we will
see. Then we will see how they can take you out of power; you will cling,
and you will have all the powers to cling and the whole bureaucracy and the
whole government machinery will be with you. Once you are in power who cares
about the promises? The leaders forget all about their promises. And don't
remind them! They feel very hurt and very annoyed.
But people start seeing that the promises are not being fulfilled: "These
people have cheated us!" The image starts falling, the person becomes
smaller. That hurts.
The politician is continuously in search of enhancing his ego. He needs
others' attention. Millions of people have to feed his ego. The artist, the
mystic, the musician, the dancer -- if they are also asking for others'
attention, then they are politicians. Then they are not real artists, not
real mystics.
The real mystic, the real artist, is one who knows the other meaning of
self-consciousness: he is simply conscious of himself. He does not need
anybody else's attention, he is enough unto himself. He can be silently
sitting and enjoying himself; he does not need anybody. His life is of
awareness, he moves with awareness, his each step is full of light. Hence he
never repents, he never feels guilty. Whatsoever he does, he does with full
awareness. All that he can do he does, and whatsoever happens he accepts --
because that is the only thing that could have happened. He never looks
back. He moves ahead and he lives in the present, but he lives in a very
conscious way.
Self-consciousness in the meaning Buddha gives the word makes you a
creator, and self-consciousness the way a politician needs it makes you just
an egoist.
I say to you: Don't participate in politics because that is search ing for
the ego. And to search for the ego is to search for something poisonous that
will destroy your whole life. The politician is the poorest man in the
world, the most empty man, the most hollow, stuffed with straw and nothing
else.
The last question:
Question 5
WHEN CAN A THERAPY BE CALLED 'FINISHED'?
Therapy is the need of the divided person. Therapy is the need of the
person who has fallen into fragments. Therapy is complete when you have
become a whole, when you are one piece.
But no therapy, as it is known in the modern world, brings you to
wholeness. Therapy is, at the most, nothing but a rearrangement -- maybe a
little better than before, but you remain fragmentary. It is the same
furniture rearranged in the same room -- maybe a little bit more
conveniently -- but it doesn't make you whole, because when a person becomes
whole his life becomes prayer.
Prayer is the by-product of wholeness. Wholeness makes you holy. Unless
your therapy brings prayer to your heart it is not complete yet. The basic
need is that of prayer.
Jung is reported to have said -- and his observation is absolutely right --
that one half of his patients were in need not of therapy but of religion.
He is also reported to have said -- and again he is right -- that all the
patients that went to him who were above forty-two didn't need therapy, but
needed prayer.
The real need is to have a context in this infinite existence. The ego
makes you separate; prayer dissolves the ego and you become one with
existence again. To become one with existence is to attain to bliss. To
remain separate, there is conflict. To remain separate means you are
fighting with existence, you are not flowing with the river. You may even be
trying to go upstream -- and going upstream you are going to be frustrated,
you are going to fail. Flowing with the river -- so much so that you become
one with the river, just a part of the river, you don't have any will of
your own, you are surrendered to the will of the total -- this is prayer.
And a therapy is complete, finished, when prayer is born in your heart.
But the prayer has to be true. It should not be a formality, it should not
be a repetition, parrotlike. It should arise, it should have roots in your
being.
Anutosh has sent me a beautiful joke. Meditate over it.
Every day for six months the kneeling figure, hands clasped in prayer, had
intoned the same pitiful story in the shadow of the back pews in his local
Catholic church.
"Oh Lord, sure I am only a poor simple fellow. Not even the price of a
glass of wine do I have for after mass on Sunday, and I know I am a terribly
wicked fellow. I give the missus a clout now and then, and when the kids get
too much I have to rebuke them with the back of my hand.
"But I am not asking for much, just a couple of quid in the old wage packet
-- not for myself, mind, just for the housekeeping to keep the old lady off
my back and some sweets for the kids. Maybe the odd drink for me. I would
not abuse it though, Lord. Can you help me? It would make an awful lot of
difference, and I will ask for nothing more, to be sure. God bless, Hail
Mary, Amen!"
Suddenly the door of the church burst open and a smartly dressed West
Indian swaggered down the aisle and took a defiant stance in front of the
altar, and raising his fist shouted, "Hey dere, Lord. Now you listen here! I
dun just got to dis country. I dun got nuttin, and dey ain't about to give
me no credit, so I dun come to you. I needs a li'l sugar-mama first. I dun
need furs and jewels to dress her in, I needs a big car to drive her in, and
I needs money to spend. So I want a big win on de horses and den a good
investment, and I needs it double quick. So quit messing around and just get
at it. I know you'se can do it Lord, I just knows....".
Turning and striding out, he added, "I sure dig you man, I sure dig you."
Some weeks later the kneeling Catholic is still there, mumbling into his
hands, when suddenly the doors burst open and the same West Indian, arms
around a gorgeous girl, bops straight down to the altar and grinning from
ear to ear, laughs, "I knews you could do it, Lord! I done got a Rolls
Royce. I owns de racecourse now. Talk about winning hard, I got my pants
full of money here. Say 'thank you' to the Lord, honey." "Thank you, Lord,"
said the little honey.
As they walked out he said, "And Lord, any time you want a favour you just
come to me, 'cause I just dig you, man!"
Shocked and angry, the little Irishman watched them go, then rushed to the
altar and prostrated himself, sobbing. "What have I done that you don't hear
my suffering and anguish? How come you don't answer my prayers? I have been
asking for months. I don't ask much -- he is a foreigner too, and the color
of the devil himself! How come you give to him and not so much as answer me?
Ah, Holy Mary, have pity and tell me what I'm doing so wrong!"
Suddenly the church went dark, a deathly rush descended all around, a
steely blue light appeared above the altar and a voice boomed out: (three
finger-clicks) "I guess I just don't dig you, man!!"
Prayer has to be of the heart. It has to arise from your total being. It
has to be true. Only then, and ONLY then, has something happened. God and
you should not be on formal terms. You should dig Him -- only then does He
dig you.
Formality has killed all religion. Be informal, be friendly, be relaxed
with God. And the moment you are relaxed with God, therapy is finished; you
have entered into the world of religion. Therapy is needed only because
people have forgotten how to be religious. Therapy was not needed in the
Buddha's time; people naturally knew how to be religious. Therapy is a
modern need -- people have completely forgotten the ways of being religious.
They are Christians, they are Hindus, they are Mohammedans, but not
religious.
In my commune I have made it a must that everybody should pass through
therapies, because unless you pass through therapies you will not be able to
connect yourself with prayer. Therapies will help you to unburden the
garbage that has been forced on you by the society. Therapies will help you
to cathart all the rubbish that you have repressed within yourself.
Therapies will clean you. And only in a clean, clear heart is prayer
possible. And when prayer arises, the miracle has happened. Prayer is the
greatest miracle there is.
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