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Part VII : Death of Vimalkirti and his Mahaparanirvana
In January 1981, Swami Vimalkirti, formerly Prince Welf von Hannover,
dies from an hereditary condition. Osho announces that he died
enlightened, and his Mahaparanirvana is celebrated.
Just the other day one of our beautiful sannyasins, Vimalkirti,
who belongs to the royal family of Germany, he is the great-grandson
of the last German Emperor, suddenly collapsed. He was doing karate
and his breathing stopped. His heart is functioning perfectly
well, but the brain centre that controls the breathing is no longer
functioning. There has been a haemorrhage; some blood has covered
the breathing centre in the brain.
I went to see him last night and although he is in a coma a
part of him immediately felt my presence. When I touched him he
responded. That response is not of the brain, that response is
not of the body. The body is in a mess, the brain is no longer
functioning, but man is more than the body and the brain. That
something more, that plus, immediately danced with joy. I am part
of him, he is part of me. In his life he is part of me, if he
goes he is part of me. zzzz11
Vimalkirti is blessed. He was one of those few of my chosen
sannyasins who never wavered for a single moment, whose trust
has been total the whole time he was here. He never asked a question,
he never wrote a letter, he never brought any problem. His trust
was such that he became by and by absolutely merged with me. He
has one of the rarest hearts; that quality of the heart has disappeared
from the world. He is really a prince, really royal, really aristocratic!
Aristocracy has nothing to do with birth, it has something to
do with the quality of the heart. And I experienced him as one
of the rarest, most beautiful souls on the earth….
The day he had the haemorrhage I was a little worried about
him, hence I told my doctor sannyasins to help him remain in the
body at least for seven days. He was doing so beautifully and
so fine, and then just to end suddenly when the work was incomplete…He
was just on the edge—a little push and he would become part
of the beyond.
In fact, that's the reason why I want one of the most modern medical
centres to be in the commune. If somebody is just on the verge
and can be helped medically to remain in the body for a few more
days, then he need not come back to life again.
Many questions have come to me about what I think of living
through artificial methods. Now, he is breathing artificially.
He would have died the same day—he almost did die. Without
these artificial methods he would have already been in another
body, he would have entered another womb. But then I will not
be available here by the time he comes. Who knows whether he will
be able to find a Master or not?—and a crazy Master like
me! And once somebody has been so deeply connected with me, no
other Master will do. They will look so flat, so dull, so dead!
Hence I wanted him to hang around a little more. Last night
he managed: he crossed the boundary from doing to non-doing. That
'something' that was still in him dropped. Now he is ready, now
we can say goodbye to him, now we can celebrate, now we can give
him a send-off.
Give him an ecstatic bon voyage! Let him go with your dance, with
your song!
When I went to see him, this is what transpired between me and
him. I waited by his side with closed eyes—he was immensely
happy. The body is not at all usable anymore…The surgeons,
the neurosurgeons and the other doctors were worried; they were
asking again and again, enquiring about what I was up to, why
I wanted him to be in the body, because there seemed to be no
point in it—even if he somehow managed to survive his brain
would never be able to function rightly. And I would not like
him to be in that state. It is better that he goes.
And they were worried about why I wanted him to go on breathing
artificially. Even his heart stopped once in a while and then,
artificially, his heart had to be stimulated again. His kidneys
began to fail yesterday, his skull has been drilled—there
was such a great swelling inside. This was something congenital;
it was bound to happen—it was a programme in his body.
But he managed beautifully: before it could happen he used this
life for the ultimate flowering. Just a little bit had remained;
last night even that disappeared….
…So today you will have to give a beautiful send-off to
Vimalkirti. Give it with great laughter. Of course, I know you
will miss him—even I will miss him. He has become such a
part of the commune, so deeply involved with everybody. I will
miss him more than you because he was the guard in front of my
door, and it was always a joy to come out of the room and see
Vimalkirti standing there always smiling. Now it will not be possible
again.
But he will be around here in your smiles, in your laughter.
He will be here in the flowers, in the sun, in the wind, in the
rain, because nothing is ever lost—nobody really dies, one
becomes part of eternity.
So even though you will feel tears, let those tears be tears
of joy—joy for what he has attained. Don't think of yourself,
that you will be missing him, think of him, that he is fulfilled.
And this is how you will learn, because sooner or later many more
sannyasins will be going on the journey to the farther shore and
you will have to learn to give them beautiful send-offs. Sooner
or later I will have to go, and this is how you will also learn
to give me a send-off with laughter, dance, song.
My whole approach is of celebration. Religion to me is nothing
but the whole spectrum of celebration, the whole rainbow, all
the colours of celebration. Make it a great opportunity for yourself,
because in celebrating his departure many of you can reach to
greater heights, to new dimensions of being, it will be possible.
These are the moments which should not be missed; these are the
moments which should be used to their fullest capacity. zzzzz15
When Vimalkirti came to me and became a sannyasin I had no idea
that he was the great-grandson of the German emperor—he
never told me. He was a rare human being: being a part of the
oldest royal family in Europe, he was just working as a guard
in front of my house. You will be surprised—for years he
was there, meditating, doing his work, but he never told anybody.
When he died, only then did we become aware that he was the
great-grandson of the German emperor….
When he came to me and I asked him, "Vimalkirti, what work
would you like?" he said, "You simply say—anything."
I loved the man from the very first moment I saw him. He had a
certain quality. So I said, "Okay, you be my guard, because
you are so silent you will not create any disturbance. You just
sit by my door."
And he said, "I will remain grateful forever, because I
would have never thought I would be so fortunate as to be so close
to you. You will be sleeping just inside the door, and I will
be sitting outside. You will be working inside, and I will be
sitting outside. Just this closeness is enough for me; I don't
ask for more. You have given me everything."
You have to understand that in the world the program that says
you have to do much to get anywhere is perfectly right. If you
are after money, if you are after position, power, then you have
to do much. But if you are just to realize yourself, you have
not to do anything, because you have got it already. Just a relaxed
moment, a peaceful moment when your mind is not wandering anywhere
and just settles within itself—in that settling is liberation.
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Vimalkirti was a rebellious spirit. He married out of love—Turiya,
a commoner. The whole family was against it—not just his
own family but many families in Europe, royal families, because
it is against their tradition. And naturally, because they're
all connected, Vimalkirti became almost an outcast.
If the empire had still been there, Vimalkirti would have been
the emperor of Germany. His mother is the daughter of the Queen
of Greece. She is also the sister of England's Queen Elizabeth's
husband, Prince Philip. She must have other sisters, other brothers,
who have entered into other royal families. They were all against
it, they tried hard to stop Vimalkirti from marrying Turiya. But
he was a man of integrity and intelligence. He could not understand
the superstition. Nobody, no expert, if given few samples of blood
can find out which is the royal blood. Blood is blood.
And when Vimalkirti and Turiya came here, that was really outrageous—that
the great-grandson of the German emperor, the oldest royal family
in Europe, should become a sannyasin and be a bodyguard of a beggar
like me who has nothing of his own. They have been so furious
that when the Queen of Greece died—and she had become the
Queen Mother because she had so many children; almost all the
royal families had become connected through her children—her
last words were, "Somehow bring Vimalkirti, Turiya and their
daughter back from that dangerous man."
But Vimalkirti died—and he died because this stupid idea
of royal families marrying. Then you are really marrying your
sisters, your brothers—they are all closely connected. And
the closer is the connection, the more dangerous; this is the
finding of modern science, medicine, physiology, chemistry. Marriages
should be between people who are as far away as possible; then
children are healthier, more intelligent, more beautiful. Otherwise,
certain diseases go round and round in twelve or fifteen families….
Still the mother, and later on the father who came, were angry
at me. Their whole anger against Vimalkirti turned towards me.
They were consulting legal experts about how they could sue me
in the court for the death of their son. They had to stop that,
because they would have given me a chance to prove to the whole
world that this nonsense of royal marriages should be banned.
They stopped suing me because Vimalkirti had died from a disease
that he had inherited. Just after a few days, his uncle died in
the same way—suddenly fell unconscious, brain hemorrhage,
and finished. And later on, I came to know that their grandfather
had also died in the same way. For no reason, no disease—just
from nowhere the brain hemorrhage, and the man is gone.
They stopped suing me, seeing the situation that I would bring
into the court: Your father was not my sannyasin, Vimalkirti's
uncle was not my sannyasin. Rather than suing me, take care of
yourself because you will be dying in the same way, it is only
a question of time. The disease is inherited. mess108
Prince Charles is deeply interested in meditation. He is also
interested in exploring the inner world. But in the West, unfortunately,
such people are thought to be a little crazy—a little loony….
When he was in India, he had specially called Vimalkirti and
his wife, Turiya—they both were my sannyasins. Vimalkirti
was one of his cousins. Vimalkirti was the great-grandson of the
German emperor, and he was directly connected to Prince Philip;
Prince Philip was his mother's brother.
He talked for hours about me, about meditation, about what is
happening here. Vimalkirti and Turiya both invited him to come;
he was very interested, but very afraid of the royal family. He
was specially told by Queen Elizabeth not to go to Poona. He went
to see the shankaracharya, he went to see Mother Teresa, but Queen
Elizabeth was more afraid of Poona than anything. golden35
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