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Part XI : Epilogue 1990 onwards : Osho talks
about when he leaves his body
I love the Himalayas. I wanted to die there. That is the most
beautiful place to die—of course to live too, but as far
as dying is concerned, that is the ultimate place. It is where
Lao Tzu died. In the valleys of the Himalayas Buddha died, Jesus
died, Moses died. No other mountains can claim Moses, Jesus, Lao
Tzu, Buddha, Bodhidharma, Milarepa, Marpa, Tilopa, Naropa, and
thousands of others….
I wanted to die there; and this morning, standing and looking
at the sunrise, I felt relieved, knowing that if I die here, particularly
on a day as beautiful as this, it is okay. And I will choose to
die on a day when I feel I am part of the Himalayas. Death for
me is not just an end, a full stop. No, death for me is a celebration.
glimps01
I am as absent as I will be when I will be dead, with only one
difference…that right now my absence has a body, and then,
my absence will not have a body. psycho19
When a buddha dies, a man who has attained, he simply dies with
no thought. He enjoys the orgasm. It is so fulfilling, it is so
totally fulfilling that there is no need to come back. He disappears
into the cosmos. There is no need to be embodied again….
When you die, you release your energy and with that energy your
whole life's experience. Whatsoever you have been—sad, happy,
loving, angry, passionate, compassionate—whatsoever you
have been, that energy carries the vibrations of your whole life.
Whenever a saint is dying, just being near him is a great gift;
just to be showered with his energy is a great inspiration. You
will be put in a totally different dimension. You will be drugged
by his energy, you will feel drunk.
Death can be a total fulfillment, but that is possible only if
life has been lived. nirvan09
A master gives you his life as an opportunity to be awakened.
He also gives you his death—a second, and the last opportunity
for you to be awakened. mess104
It is not necessary…that I have to be on a funeral pyre
before you can become enlightened. I can be if you need it. One
day I will be, but it will be far more beautiful if the day I
am on the funeral pyre, you are without tears. As I disappear
from the body you know I have become more involved deeply within
you, within the whole existence. invita03
Just to end up this beautiful moment…. I always like to
leave you laughing, singing, dancing. This is just an indication
that the day when I ultimately leave you, I would like you to
sing, dance and celebrate.
In fact, no man in the whole of history would have received such
a celebration when he dies as I am going to receive. A few have
received celebration only from enemies, because when one dies,
enemies celebrate. The friends mourn.
I am the only person…in my death my friends will celebrate,
my enemies will celebrate. In my death they will come together
in celebration. There has never been such a man before. pilgr13
In India bodies are burned, but you will be surprised to know
that the remains left after burning a body are called "flowers".
Ordinary people's ashes are thrown into holy rivers, but enlightened
people's "flowers" are preserved in samadhis—in
beautiful marble memorials. Just to go and sit there is in itself
a meditation. But the trouble is that the world is ruled by those
who know nothing of this. psycho34
My own experience is, that wherever anybody has become enlightened
there are certain vibrations still. Thousands of years may have
passed but those vibrations are still there—in the trees,
in the earth, in the mountains. You can still feel some strange
kind of presence. The man is not there, the singer may have died,
but his record is still there and you can hear the voice again.
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You know that you will live in some form beyond this life?
Not in any form. I will live without form.
Eternally?
Eternally. I have been here eternally and I am going to be here
eternally.
Will you have consciousness beyond death?
Yes, because death has nothing to do with consciousness.
Will you have identity beyond death?
No identity. last312
It is just like when a flower opens and the fragrance spreads.
The flower remains attached to the tree, but not the fragrance.
The fragrance is like a cloud moving with the wind in all the
directions. The flower may die, but the fragrance will go on and
on spreading to the very end of existence.
A person who has attained to love may die—his love continues.
Buddha is dead, his love continues. I will be dead, my love will
continue. And those who will be sympathetic, those who will be
receptive, will be able to receive it any moment, anywhere. getout02
I may be gone, but I am creating a certain ripple that will remain.
You may be gone, but you loved somebody and that love created
a ripple that will remain and remain and remain. It can never
disappear, it will have its own repercussions…it will go
on vibrating. You throw a small pebble in the lake and ripples
arise. The pebble settles very soon at the bottom, but the ripples
continue. They go on moving towards the shore—and there
is no shore to this existence.
I am talking to you…. In this moment something is transpiring
between me and you. I will be gone, you will be gone, but that
which is transpiring will abide. So these words will go on echoing,
re-echoing. The speaker will not be there, the listener will not
be there, but what is transpiring between the two in this moment
has become part of eternity. And there is no shore, so these ripples
will go on and on and on. whip18
So remember, when I am gone, you are not going to lose anything.
Perhaps you may gain something of which you are absolutely unaware.
Right now I am available to you only embodied, imprisoned in
a certain shape and form. When I am gone, where can I go? I will
be here in the winds, in the ocean; and if you have loved me,
if you have trusted me, you will feel me in a thousand and one
ways. In your silent moments you will suddenly feel my presence.
Once I am unembodied, my consciousness is universal. Right now
you have to come to me.
Then, you will not need to seek and search for me. Wherever you
are…your thirst, your love…and you will find me in
your very heart, in your very heartbeat. enligh11
Those who have loved me, those who have received my love, I am
committed to them. I will do everything to remain in the body,
and I will do everything—even if I have to leave the body—to
be continuously around you. You will not be able to see me, but
I will be able to see you. rebel27
If you are here with me through the heart, then it is a totally
different relationship. Then it is going to be eternal. Then I
can die, you can die, but the relationship cannot die. trans203
Once I am dead, then this world cannot prevent me; no law, no
parliament, no country can make barriers for me; then I will be
all over the place, tickling people to wake up. Even now I am
not doing anything nasty to anybody, just tickling. quant05
How then do you want to be remembered?
I don't want to be remembered.
But you will be—you can't do anything about that.
That is other people's problem.
What do you want set on your tombstone?
No. Nothing.
Nothing? No name?
No. Nothing. Once I am gone, I am gone. Then whatsoever my people
want to do, they can do. last130
You have said you don't care about what happens to you after you
leave your body, but for the poor historians who will be struggling
with the impossible—to capture the phenomenon which is Osho—can
you say something about the impact of your presence and your teachings
in a future historical context? Also, how would you like to be
remembered?
I would simply like to be forgiven and forgotten. There is no
need to remember me. The need is to remember yourself! People
have remembered Gautam Buddha and Jesus Christ and Confucius and
Krishna. That does not help. So what I would like: forget me completely,
and forgive me too—because it will be difficult to forget
me. That's why I am asking you to forgive me for giving you the
trouble.
Remember yourself.
And don't be bothered about historians and all kinds of neurotic
people—they will do their thing. It is none of our concern
at all. transm29
You said in an interview that when you die you wanted to be forgotten.
That's true. That simply means my whole approach to life is that
the past should not be a burden on the present. The past is like
dust covering a mirror. It distorts the vision and it becomes
heavier and heavier and does not allow you to live in freedom
in the present and the same is true about the future.
If you think too much of the future, while you are thinking of
the future the present is slipping by from your hands which is
the only reality.
If this is my approach about others, that the past should be
forgotten, I don't want to be a burden for anybody in the future,
because then I will be a past. I would like to be forgotten completely
as if I had never been here. Just the way a bird flies in the
sky and leaves no footprints in the sky, I would like to disappear
like those footprints. So that I am no more a burden on anybody.
This is simply part of my philosophy and the very logical conclusion
of it. last502
When I am gone, please remember me as a poet, not as a philosopher.
Poetry has to be understood in a different way—you have
to love poetry, not interpret. You have to repeat the poetry many
times so it mixes with your blood, with your bones, with your
very marrow. You have to chant poetry many times so that you can
feel all the nuances, subtle shades of it. You have to simply
sit and let the poetry move within you so it becomes a live force.
You digest it, and then you forget about it; it moves deeper and
deeper and deeper and changes you.
Let me be remembered as a poet. Of course, I am not writing poetry
in words. I am writing poetry in a more alive medium—in
you. And that's what the whole existence is doing. harmon10
When I am gone I hope there may still be courageous people in
the world to criticize me, so that I don't become a hindrance
on anybody's path. And those who will criticize me will not be
my enemies; neither am I the enemy of those whom I have criticized.
The working of the enlightened masters just has to be understood.
You should remember only one word, and that is compassion—compassion
for you, compassion for all those who are still not centered in
their being, who are still far away from themselves, who have
to be called back home. satyam06
I am part of the eternal evolution of man. The search for truth
is neither new nor old. The search for your own being has nothing
to do with time. It is non-temporal.
I may be gone, but what I am doing is going to continue. Somebody
else will be doing it. I was not here and somebody else was doing
it. Nobody is a founder in it, nobody is a leader in it. It is
such a vast phenomenon that many enlightened people have appeared,
helped and disappeared.
But their help has brought humanity a little higher, made humanity
a little better, a little more human. They have left the world
a little more beautiful than they had found it.
It is a great contentment to leave the world a little better.
More than that is asking too much. The world is too big; a single
human individual is too small. If he can leave just a few touches
to the painting, which for millions of years has been made by
evolution, that's enough. Just a few touches…a little more
perfection, a little more clarity. socrat11
Remember it—some day, after a few centuries, Poona will
claim that Poona is spiritual because of me. And I have nothing
to do with Poona and Poona has nothing to do with me. Just the
same was the case with Buddha. India had nothing to do with him.
He was alone and solitary, and people were criticising him as
cruelly as they are criticising me. They have always done that.
They were throwing stones at Mahavir, they are throwing stones
at me. They have always done that. And not only here. everywhere
in the world they have done that. isay202
I do not ordinarily make prophecies, but about this I am absolutely
prophetic: the coming hundred years are going to be more and more
irrational, and more and more mystical.
The second thing: After a hundred years people will be perfectly
able to understand why I was misunderstood—because I am
the beginning of the mystical, the irrational.
I am a discontinuity with the past.
The past cannot understand me; only the future will understand.
The past can only condemn me. It cannot understand me, it cannot
answer me, it cannot argue with me; it can only condemn me. Only
the future…as man becomes more and more available to the
mysterious, to the meaningless yet significant….
After a hundred years they will understand. Because the more
man becomes aware of the mysterious side of life, the less he
is political; the less he is a Hindu, a Mohammedan, a Christian;
the less is the possibility for his being a fanatic. A man in
tune with the mysterious is humble, loving, caring, accepting
the uniqueness of everybody. He is rejoicing in the freedom of
each individual, because only with freedom can this garden of
humanity be a rich place.
Each individual should have his own song.
But right now it is the crowd, the mob, that decides everything.
And it is the mob that is condemning me because I am asserting
the rights of the individual—and I am alone in asserting
the rights of the individual. upan16
If you were to die tomorrow, what would you like the world to
remember you most for? What would you like your obituary to be?
Just a simple man, an innocent man, who was always misunderstood.
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