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Part X : 1987-1990 Poona-Two : The miracle of Osho#146 discourses
On 8 January 1987, Osho gives a series of morning and evening
discourses, in Chuang Tzu Auditorium, on Khalil Gibran's The Prophet.
In February and March, Osho answers questions from disciples.
There is a celebration of live music and dance as Osho enters
and leaves the Auditorium.
Khalil Gibran says: If this is my day of harvest, in what fields
have I sowed the seed, and in what un-remembered seasons?
Whenever I have read this statement, it has always reminded me
of myself. My whole life I have been sowing the seeds in fields
all over the world…And in what un-remembered seasons? I
have not waited for the right season to sow the seeds because
the next moment is not certain. I may be here, I may not be here.
And if this moment you are available, it is better not to bother
about the spring. Let the seed wait in you; whenever the spring
comes, the seed will become a sprout. mess103
I try my best to invite you to dance, and if you are mad enough
you are going to start clapping, at least. And that is the moment
when you forget that you cannot hold on to the window frame and
clap too. The moment you start clapping, the window frame is lost;
your hands have slipped from the root. razor13
You ask: It is strange…The closer I come to you, the more
ordinary it feels. It is a calmness and a coolness and a nothingness,
and yet out of this space I find myself dancing, clapping, laughing,
and rejoicing with you. But it feels so different—as though
something has gone, but I can't remember what. And if I look for
words to describe this new feeling, I can only say, "love."
But I say it uncertainly, insecurely. Oh, Beloved Osho, what is
going on?
The observation that you have made is right and shows immense
clarity. You are saying, "It is strange." It appears
strange only in the beginning. The more you become acquainted
with it, the more the strangeness will be gone….
Your dancing, your singing, your clapping, your laughing, your
rejoicing…it feels so different for the simple reason that
it is happening spontaneously; it is not your doing. In these
beautiful moments of dancing and singing and clapping, it is not
that you are doing them, they are happening. You are just a witness,
at the most. The doer, the ego, is absent; hence, the difference….
Your observation is very clear, and I am happy; everybody's observation
has to be so clear. You are simply in a state of awe. You are
asking, "Oh, Osho, what is going on?"
It is better not to be rational about it, not to intellectualize
it, not to label it. "What is going on?" I can say only
that whatever is going on is tremendously beautiful. Allow it—no
need to have any explanation. Experience it—no need to understand
it, to explain it. Be totally possessed by it, and this total
possession by love will bring a new birth to you, a new life,
and a new world all around.
You are passing through the most beautiful space every meditator
has to pass through. Unafraid, go dancingly into the unknown without
ever being concerned where it is going to land you. If love is
the guide, then you need not be worried; if the ego is the guide,
then you have to be really concerned and worried. Love can take
you only to the ocean. The ego always tries to go upwards, up-current,
against the current.
Love goes with the current.
Love is a relaxation, a rest, the peace that passeth understanding.
Don't start looking for that which is missing—it was not
anything valuable, it was not your friend. That which you have
lost, that something that you feel has gone, was your enemy. Say
goodbye to it, and allow this new state to become more and more
deep. There are depths beyond depths. There is no end to growth;
there is no end to the mysteries of existence. Doors after doors
go on opening. This is the infinity of the miracle of the universe.
You should not be bothered about rationalizing your experiences,
just drink them, and dance and sing and rejoice. And thank existence
that it has been your fortune. razor23
You say: In the discourses after you have danced with us and
left the hall, something seems to linger in the air in this mandir
that is not unlike the fragrance of a rare flower, ephemeral,
and yet so tangible to the senses. Sometimes the silence is so
profound that were my eyes closed I would never know that you
were physically no more among us.
It will appear absurd to the logical mind, but the fact is that
blissfulness has its own perfume, silence has its own fragrance,
just as love has its own taste, its own sweetness. Although you
cannot eat love and you cannot taste love, you know perfectly
well that love has a sweetness.
Silence also has its own flowers, its own fragrance. And the enlightened
man's consciousness can be approached through any of your senses.
You can see it in his presence, in his grace, in his eyes; in
his gestures you can smell it. You can hear it, just a small whisper,
as if a breeze has passed through the pine trees—subtle,
but absolutely certain. You can taste it….
When I go out, you have been through a great shower of love, peace,
silence, song, music and dance. Your whole being is cleansed.
You feel the freshness, you feel the profundity, so tangible that
if your eyes are closed you may think I am still present here—but
in a certain way nothing changes, only my body moves away from
here.
I am always present—wherever love longs for me and a heart
beats for me, wherever a consciousness searches for me, I am available
there….
Buddha promised his disciples, 'Whenever five of you are together
in deep silence and meditation, the sixth also will be present—I
am the sixth.'
So if you are sensitive—and meditation makes you more and
more sensitive—then even when I am gone and its only my
physical body that is no longer here, your sensitivity will not
let my consciousness go away so easily. I will remain amongst
you for a little while.
There are many of you who don't want to go away from Chuang Tzu
immediately, because it is an experience in itself—in my
absence you are still feeling my presence. So people linger on
a little, laughing, dancing, or sometimes singing, or sometimes
just sitting surrounded by an unknown energy, an unnamed energy…but
yet somehow familiar.
It all depends on your love, on how much you love. Love destroys
distance, and if love is total, it destroys distance totally.
Then even when you are alone—no need for five persons—you
will feel me with you. spirit27
When Osho is unable to dance because of pains in his arms, his
sannyasins return his namaste and spontaneously bow down
Communion is a silent meeting.
Just as a river disappears into the ocean, two beings disappear
into each other, without holding anything back. Two flames come
close to each other and suddenly become one flame. Neither loses
anything, and both gain all the treasures of the other.
You are saying, "I have tried and cannot find the words that
adequately convey the beauty of those moments when you enter the
auditorium." Words will always fail whenever something really
beautiful, something existential, something of the beyond, something
sacred is happening. Words simply fall short.
Always remember, when words fall short, it is a very blissful
moment; when you cannot express it, then it has some significance.
If you can express it, if it is possible to put it into words
and language, then it is just something below mind.
Everything below mind is mundane.
Everything beyond mind is sacred.
But that which is beyond mind cannot be put into language, into
words. So whenever you see a moment arising in you that is so
big that no word can contain it, you are blessed; you are showered
by flowers from the beyond.
You are saying, "I see the heads of my beloved friends bend
down: their love and reverence for you is so poignant, and touches
me so deeply. And when your eyes fall on mine, I feel as if I
am drinking from a chalice full of golden light. This connection
between you and us, your devotees, this is the real `holy communion',
isn't it?"
Yes, this is the holy communion, where the egos disappear in a
great flood of love, where small minds are left far behind, and
you are flying like eagles across the sun, in the infinity of
the sky—where you are not bound by your bodies, by your
minds; where suddenly, you have become a freedom, a spirit. And
if there are many people together in the same space it certainly
deepens the mystery, the glory, the magnificence, the divineness
of the moment. Yes, this is what I call "holy communion."
I am not.
I have not been there for a long time.
In certain moments you join me, and you are also no more. In this
silence, in this nothingness, where neither I am nor you are,
but only a silence prevails—this is the "holy communion."
This is the greatest beatitude, the highest benediction.
This is the door to the divine. This is the door invisible to
the eyes, but perfectly visible to the inner being.
Those who enter this door are no more Hindus, no more Christians,
no more Buddhists. They are simply pure spirits, just innocent
beings—with a fragrance they have never known, which surrounds
them with a light that dispels all darkness…with a music
which is without any sound, and a feeling of dance, although there
is not any movement.
This is the great secret of being religious. dawn01
Sitting here in silence, being showered by my silence, my serenity,
everything in you becomes fresh, young. Silence is such a shower
of the soul.
Listening to the music—not only listening, but participating,
almost dancing with joy—you forget your ordinary worries
and the world, the tensions and anxieties; those are the layers
of dust on your eyes.
And just being with me here, something that is not visible to
the eyes transpires between me and you. Some energy, which can
only be called divine, passes from heart to heart. I can see that
there are moments when you all disappear, and only one consciousness
remains. You forget your individuality, your separateness. And
this is such a rejuvenation, such a refreshment, such a rebirth,
that when you go out—things are the same—but the green
looks greener; the people look softer and more loving. The song
of the birds, although meaningless, starts having a significance
of its own. All your senses are at their maximum sensitivity.
The light passing through the trees fills you with wonder. The
wind passing through the trees whispers unknown secrets to you.
So on the one hand you are ready, available, fresh, rested, relaxed,
and silent; and on the other hand you are part of existence. Existence
rejoices with you. It is not only that your eyes are fresh and
your mind is silent, that the trees are greener—that is
only one part of the story.
The other part is that because of your silence, because of your
dance, because of your music, they really are greener—just
for you, a special gift.
It is said that whenever Gautam Buddha passed by any path, even
if it was not the time for the trees to blossom, they blossomed.
Buddhists have not been able to explain it; no scientific explanation
is possible. Only a mystic can understand it; only a meditator
can understand what it means—that trees which were without
leaves immediately started growing leaves and foliage, preparing
a little shadow for the tired Buddha to rest under.
That is what you are experiencing: existence certainly rejoices
when you are blissful. Existence is almost an echo of your being.
If you are in anxiety, everything around you becomes tense; and
if you are silent, everything around you becomes a silent music,
a silent dance.
Remember that you are not separate from existence; so when you
are happy, all these trees are also happy. Happiness is contagious.
When you are dancing, these trees are also moving in rhythm with
you.
When you are full of love whoever meets you—he may be a
very primitive, crude man, but your love is more powerful than
any crudeness, any primitiveness…with you, suddenly he feels
he is becoming soft.
You have known this experience in many other ways. There are people
with whom you become sad. They have not done anything to you and
they have not said anything to you, but their sadness is so heavy
and so powerful. We are continuously broadcasting our hearts all
around us.
If a sad man passes by, his sadness is going to touch your heart
too, unless your joyfulness is bigger than his sadness; then he
will be touched. And you know about people with whom you suddenly
become joyous for no reason at all, just being with them it feels
as if a certain joy, a certain happiness has entered into you.
But listening to me is nothing but a meditation. This is my simplest
device, in which you have not to do anything at all. I tell you
to meditate, but I cannot leave it to you. You may think, "Yes,
I will meditate," and you go on postponing. That is why every
morning and evening I speak to you. It does not matter what I
say. I am not an orator, neither am I a preacher, nor am I giving
you a doctrine or a philosophy. This is a device: because you
want to listen to me, you are bound to be silent. Without your
knowing, you are falling deeper and deeper into your being.
So when you go out, you have not gone out of a lecture hall. This
Chuang Tzu hall is not a lecture hall, it is a place—a temple—of
meditation. That's why I always go on leaving gaps for you: in
those gaps there is every possibility you may touch your innermost
core.
So don't say after "listening" to me, say after "meditating"
with me, when you go out all your senses are more sensitive. And
the whole of existence rejoices because you have a totally different
fragrance, a different presence. You carry something of me with
you every day.
Slowly, slowly you will be able to sit by yourself alone, doing
nothing, sitting silently. And in that silence, you will know
all the mysteries of existence.
This is one of the mysteries: that everything is interconnected.
Your joy is felt by the trees—your sadness too. Your silence
is experienced by the birds—your dance, your music too.
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Passing through the gate of this mandir for the first time in
eight years, I felt a kind of fragrance which has stayed with
me ever since. Is it possible to take this fragrance with me when
I leave?
The fragrance that you have felt in this temple of seekers is
not something that you can leave behind. This fragrance contains
love, meditativeness, silence, trust, life-affirmative JUSTIFY">The
fragrance that you have felt in this temple of seekers is not
something that you can leave behind. This fragrance contains love,
meditativeness, silence, trust, life-affirmative values, a song
of gratitude, a dance with the trees and with the stars…This
fragrance is an experience of a totally new atmosphere that does
not exist in the outside world. If you meditate, you will become
the same temple. Then, wherever you go the fragrance will go with
you like a shadow; even others will feel it.
It is not the first time that such a question has come to me.
The moment they enter the gate many people have felt suddenly,
as if they are entering into another world—the air is different,
the vibe is different—as if they have come home. And there
is bound to be a certain fragrance, because so many people are
meditating, and slowly, slowly their inner-being flowers are opening.
The whole purpose of all these people to be here is absolutely
different from any gathering anywhere outside in the world.
These are the people who are in search of the essential, existential
life source. They are at different stages of evolution in consciousness,
but they are all radiating something of higher stages. So when
you enter the temple, you will find the air is different, the
trees are different, the people are different. And if you also
become a meditator, as I know you are becoming, this fragrance
will start coming from within your own being. Even others may
feel it wherever you go.
I want my sannyasins…I have taken away the clothes which
made them distinct; I have taken away their malas. But still people
feel that they look a little different from others; still the
airport officers catch hold of them! In Indian embassies when
they go for a tourist visa, they immediately get the idea that
they are going to Poona; Poona has become synonymous with my name.
And many sannyasins have wondered—they are not wearing the
orange, they are not wearing the mala—how they have become
suddenly suspicious?
A sannyasin will have a certain fragrance, a certain style, a
certain way which is subtle; it may not be very apparent to the
eyes, but it can be detected.
I would like you to be known as separate from the crowds, not
by your clothes not by anything outer, but just by your very being—your
silence, your peace, your love, your eyes.
Every gesture of you should declare that you are a sannyasin.
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You say: This morning, when you left Chuang Tzu, at the door
you turned towards me and something happened between you and me
which went beyond mind and heart. I felt my body moving in a way
I could never do deliberately.
For seconds everything stopped, I had no control of anything.
It was like a delicious, fearless dying. For a long time afterwards
I felt drunk, weak and strong at the same time. I don't know what
really happened….
I am aware that something happened to you. It was a jump, and
it was not short. But it was a jump of consciousness—that
is why you are puzzled. And when consciousness jumps, the body
goes into strange postures, which you could not do deliberately
even if you wanted to. The jump of consciousness was not deliberate.
Here, whatsoever happens is never deliberate.
Anything deliberate is going to be very small, it is going to
be smaller than you. Anything that happens without any deliberation
on your part—you are just a watcher, and it happens…you
are just standing by the side, only an observer, not a doer: then
something greater than you is happening.
Later on you felt both weak and strong. That must have puzzled
you—and will puzzle others—but it is an absolutely
certain consequence, because something happened that was beyond
your control. Your ego was not in control, hence the weakness.
Your ego felt threatened; you had come too close to the point
where the ego can simply fall apart.
And at the same time you felt strong. Your consciousness felt
strong because for the first time, for a few moments, it was not
controlled by the ego. For the first time, for a few moments,
it had wings of its own, it was not in the chains and the bondage
of the ego. So your soul felt strong and your ego felt weak.
It is a good sign. The beginning of the death of the ego, the
beginning of the end of the ego, and the beginning of your entry
into the world of consciousness.
But later on your ego must have taken up its old possession, its
old domination over your consciousness; and then you wrote: "The
only certainty I have now is that I cannot jump." That is
not your certainty, that is the ego, which has taken the power
back into its own hands. For a moment the consciousness had slipped
out.
You need not deliberately try to jump, that will not happen, because
who will deliberately try? It will be your ego. You don't have
any access to your consciousness yet. It was just that as I turned
back and looked at you, you completely forgot about your ego—and
jumped. Forgetting one's ego is the only jump that can bring you
back to yourself. But never try deliberately. Allow it to happen
just as it happened this morning, on its own. Do not make any
effort. When it happens, just be totally with it, don't hinder
it, and don't feel weak. The weakness is not yours, the weakness
is of the ego—the false self that is pretending to be your
real soul.
Your real soul has felt strong for the first time. Give it more
chances. And slowly, slowly it will become capable of coming out
of the bondage on its own. The ego cannot keep it; it is just
a kind of hypnotic conditioning, because from the very childhood
your ego has been supported by everybody. All the nourishment
has been given to the ego, and your soul has been starving. You
have forgotten all about your soul.
Being here with me, it is going to happen more and more. Now that
it has happened once, the possibility will become greater and
greater. It will happen suddenly, first in my presence and then
even without my presence. Sitting silently in your room, you will
find a tremendous strength arising in you. And at the same time
something is dying—something that is not you; something
that has always been pretending to be yourself. The pretender
has to die, the false has to disappear, so that the real can take
its place.
And once the real is in its own place, your whole life becomes
authentic. Each act takes on a tremendous beauty and grace; each
word comes out from the very deepest part of your being, full
of fragrance—fragrance that you cannot find anywhere else
in the world. spirit17
Eight years ago I saw you on TV. There was a report about the
Poona ashram. I saw you doing the energy darshan, putting your
finger on to the third eye of some people, causing them to fall
down. At that moment I recognized you. It took me six years to
sit in front of you. The first time you looked at me, I fell down,
and there was a flash in my brain.
What happened to you was tremendously significant, rare and unique.
It is one of the contributions of the East to the world: the understanding
that between these two eyes, there is a third eye inside which
normally remains dormant. One has to work hard, bring his whole
sexual energy upwards, against gravitation, and when the energy
reaches the third eye, it opens. Many methods have been tried,
to do that, because when it opens there is suddenly a flash of
light and things which have never been clear to you suddenly become
clear….
There have been other methods. When I emphasize watching, witnessing…that
is the finest method to bring the third eye into action, because
that watching is inside. These two eyes cannot be used, they can
only look outward. They have to be closed. And when you try to
watch inside, that certainly means there is something like an
eye which sees. Who sees your thoughts? Not these eyes. Who sees
that anger is arising in you? That place of seeing is called symbolically
"the third eye."…
Because you had seen on T.V. that by touching them with my finger
on the third eye, people were going into some inner space, for
these six years you must have been thinking to know that inner
space yourself. So when you came here and I saw you for the first
time, the experience happened without my even touching your third
eye. You were almost ready, just on the verge of it.
To see you is also a way of touching you. It is a remote way of
touching….
So it may have just been a coincidence: for six years it was
lying like a seed, in your unconscious, and when you came here
and I looked at you, suddenly there was a flash and you fell down.
But it is a tremendously fortunate state; it means your third
eye can function very easily.
Just try to watch with your eyes closed, and the third eye will
become more and more active. And the experiences of the third
eye are the door to higher spirituality.
The third eye is the sixth center, the seventh is the highest.
Six is very close to the highest center of your experience; it
prepares the ground for the seventh. At the seventh center you
become not only a flash of light, but just light itself. That's
why the person who reaches the seventh center…his experience
we call "enlightenment." His whole being becomes just
pure light, with no fuel—because any light that needs fuel
cannot be immortal. There is no fuel; hence the light has an eternity.
It is the experience of your very being and the being of the universe.
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