How can Sannyasins best relate with one another?

Question: BELOVED OSHO, HOW MIGHT WE SANNYASINS BEST RELATE WITH ONE ANOTHER? WE ARE SUCH AN AMAZING ASSORTMENT OF UNIQUE INDIVIDUALS -- ALL DETERMINED TO BE OURSELVES AND AVOID SOCIETY'S IMPOSITIONS. YET WE ARE ALL JOINED BY A COMMON THREAD: LOVE -- OUR LOVE FOR YOU -- AND WE ALL LONG FOR THE MOMENT WHEN WE CAN MELT INTO YOU, WHEN WE CAN FINALLY COME HOME. It is not difficult. Only individuals can relate; personalities cannot. Personalities are like shadows. They cannot meet, they cannot merge, because they don't exist. Personalities are fake. That's why in the whole world people are talking of love, but there is no love. They are talking of friendship, but there is no friendship -- even talking of trust. But for that a tremendously powerful individuality is needed.

Osho, you have been speaking about the importance of being oneself. Could you talk about the paradox of being an individual and melting into the commune?

But the pseudo-religions have done just the opposite. They are against love. You can understand now, why they are against love: because love will destroy the personality, and the pseudo-religion depends on your personality. The pseudo-religions have made a great effort -- all these churches and priests and sermons -- and what are they doing? Their whole work is to create the personality. They manufacture personality -- of course, different kinds of personality: a Hindu personality, a Christian personality, a Mohammedan personality. These are different models of personalities. All these religions are just like factories creating different models of cars, but the function is the same. The pseudo-religions are all afraid of love. They talk about love, and they teach you marriage. They talk about love and they say marriages are made in heaven. It is not something that you have to find out; God has already found the person…

Question: First question: Osho, you said—‘Satsang, wake up! Dawn is near; stretch out your hands and catch it! The faltering death-night is ending, the night of the vulture is over. The horizon has split, a new life is glimpsed—morning is upon us. A fresh sheen to life, a new style, a new way! The moment to remember the Divine—Satsang—has come close. Dance, hum, be intoxicated, share. Awake—dancing.’ Seeing this honeyed intoxication overflowing, we became nobody’s and nothing’s. Home ceased to be home. What kind of love is this—that friends went far away! What kind of awakening is this—that people began to hate! What kind of new life is this—that came singing, dancing, bringing honeyed intoxication! Everything dropped! And those of whom you say, “One’s own have become strangers…” Who is truly “one’s own” here? It’s all bargaining, all bookkeeping. What you call so-called love is also barter and account.

Beloved Osho,what are the qualities of a sannyasin?

In the early morning he went back, fell at Buddha's feet and said, "Sir, excuse me, forgive me. I could not sleep the whole night." And Buddha laughed, and he said, "You fool! Why? I slept perfectly well. Why should you get so disturbed about such a small thing? It has not hurt me. You see my face is as it was before. Why did you get so worried?" And the man said, "I have come to become your disciple. Initiate me. I want to be with you. I have seen something unique, superhuman. But first, forgive me." And Buddha said, "This is nonsense. How can I forgive you? -- because I have not even taken any note of it. I was not angry, so how can I forgive you?" Twenty-four hours had passed, and they were sitting on the bank of the Ganges. And Buddha said, "Look at how…

Beloved master, for my whole life, friendliness has been a shield for me to protect myself from others. Sitting with you in discourse and feeling your overwhelming love, layers of this shield are dropping away, more and more, and I feel a space in which I am enough unto myself. Out of this space, a more open and less fearful connection happens. And yet, I often watch myself not being totally authentic and real. Why is this so difficult?

So it is not only you, Indradhanu, but everybody in the world in which we have been living has been untrue and unauthentic. My vision of a sannyasin is of a rebel, of a man who is in search of his original self, of his original face. A man who is ready to drop all masks, all pretensions, all hypocrisies, and show to the world what he, in reality, is. Whether he is loved or condemned, respected, honored or dishonored, crowned or crucified, does not matter; because to be yourself is the greatest blessing in existence. Even if you are crucified, you will be crucified fulfilled and immensely contented. Just remember Jesus' last words on the the cross. He prayed to God, "Father, forgive these people who are crucifying me, because they know not what they are doing." He is not angry, he is not complaining. On the contrary, he…