Has anyone in the world ever been loved as much as Osho?

Beloved Osho, even given the limitations of our so-called love, has anyone in the world ever been loved as much as you?

THAT'S TRUE -- nobody has ever been loved as much as I am loved by you. But remember, nobody has ever been hated as much as I am hated by the others. This is natural: love and hate balance....

Osho, more or less all saints have praised love. But you have enthroned love upon Gaurishankar, the highest peak! Is love truly worthy of such a supreme place? And does love really occupy as much of existence as you give it?

So your fugitive sannyasin flees sorrow, but does not attain bliss. In your monks’ lives you will not find sorrow perhaps; they have withdrawn from the entire arrangement that produces sorrow. But have you found happiness in them? Have you seen streams of peace flowing in their eyes? Have you seen ecstasy in their hearts? Have you heard songs of joy upon their lips? Have you seen them dance? And until a renunciate can dance, there remains something lacking in his renunciation. He left the world, but did not find the divine. Those who live in the world sometimes dance; but your renunciate never dances. Those in the world sometimes get a fleeting glimpse of happiness; if they did not, they would never remain in the world. It comes for a moment—true. But it does come. Your renunciate does not get even that fleeting moment. Sometimes a little light spreads…

Osho, I think a lot about love. Your words seem right—sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t. What guidance do you have for me?

I think I should turn aside from love, make the heart a stranger to allurements and desires. I think love is a notorious madness, a crowd of a few useless, absurd notions, a craving to bind the free, a delusive effort to make a stranger one’s own. I think love is intoxication and ecstasy; by its radiance the skies of existence shine. I think love is man’s very nature— to erase it, to make it vanish, is very difficult. I think life gleams because of love— to snuff out this flame with one’s own hands is very hard. I think love carries harsh conditions; in this civilization, heavy terms are set upon joy. I think love is a kind of lifeless, dejected corpse, shrouded in the sheet of honor and modesty, a disgraced being crushed by the age of capital, rejected at the thresholds of religion and morality. I think…

Osho: suppose you had experienced only negative reactions from others and had received no love in your life, would you still be such a loving, happy man? Or does happiness require a certain resonance and response from others or from god? Even jesus christ did not die happily, as it is written in matthew, chapter 22: "at the ninth hour, jesus cried loudly, 'lord, lord, why have you left me?' "

Love is valuable only if it is in tune with freedom, but it can be in tune with freedom only if it is not given by others -- not even by God -- because if it is given by others it makes you a slave. And not only that: if it is given by others to you, you start CLINGING to others, you start expecting it, and every expectation brings a thousand and one frustrations. And that's what happened to Jesus Christ. You say: EVEN JESUS CHRIST DID NOT DIE HAPPILY, AS IT IS WRITTEN IN MATTHEW... "AT THE NINTH HOUR, JESUS CRIED LOUDLY, 'LORD, LORD, WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME?'" According to me, up to this moment when Jesus cries to God, "Why have you forsaken me?" he is only Jesus not Christ. He became Christ only in the last moment. That's why Christianity has been a dead religion…

Osho, since taking sannyas I have received so much—love, a way of living...! I feel blessed. But sometimes I get filled with such hatred toward you—so much that I could shoot you. What is this, Master? I can’t make any sense of it!

And it is true. I know his relatives—those who were beggars are wealthy today. I know his friends—those who had nothing have everything now. It is true; there is not the slightest exaggeration in saying that he has given a lot and has not been stingy in giving. His hands are very free. He has given with a free heart. So naturally his question is meaningful: Why are they displeased with me? I said, You don’t understand, but let me ask you one thing; it will make it clear. Have you ever allowed these friends, relations, family members to do anything for you in return? He said, No, there was never any need. I have everything. And if ever anyone wanted to do something, I refused: What’s the point? I have plenty. So I never took anything in return from anyone. I said, Then the matter is clear—why they are…