What happens after experiencing the teachings during discourse?

Question: Fourth question: Osho, for an hour to an hour and a half after the daily discourse, a kind of intoxication descends. In that time, far from talking, I don’t even feel like looking at anyone. A strange smile spreads on my face. Sometimes tears come, and then I want to be alone. If anyone disturbs me at that time, I feel irritable. Please say something. It’s going well. This is exactly how it should be. This is no temple; this is a tavern. If the intoxication doesn’t come here, then nothing has happened. If you don’t get blissfully drunk here, you’ve missed. There is no preaching on scriptures going on here; here wine is being poured. Here it’s the work of drunkards. The weak have no passage here. Here, drink me. And drown here so deeply that you lose all your senses.

Question: Fourth question: Osho, the other day while listening to your discourse, a strange kind of vibration arose in the heart and along the auditory nerves; since then even ordinary sounds set off odd ripples and waves of bliss. Please tell me: is there something in the voice of enlightened ones that produces a special effect? Also, in your presence there is a particular, delightful fragrance; at times it is felt in the ashram and sometimes during meditation as well. In this regard, please say whether certain moments in time have their own special fragrance too. If you listen, something is bound to tremble in the heart. If you give me a little space to enter within; if you do not stand blocking the way; if you do not shut the doors but open them—then the winds will come, the sun’s light will come, something will happen inside.

Question: Second question: Osho, when I read your discourses I am filled with wonder. But when I listen to them, only sound keeps reverberating. In the end, only emptiness remains, and a soft, delicate bliss. Is this your taste, Osho? Certainly. I am not saying anything to convince your intellect. My effort here is not to placate your mind. Sometimes I speak on devotion—then the effort is that your heart be stirred. Sometimes I speak on knowledge—then the effort is that you transcend both heart and intellect and become a witness. But I never speak for the intellect. The intellect is like an itch: the more you scratch… While scratching it feels pleasant; afterward a great soreness comes. I am not speaking for your intellect, not for your head. Either I speak for the heart, or I speak for that which is beyond both—beyond heart and intellect.

Question: First question: Osho, you sit in the tavern and, every morning and evening, you pour brimming goblet after goblet of wine. I do get intoxicated by your wine, but I don’t lose consciousness. What should I do? That was Ramakrishna’s state. When he became unconscious, he forgot the world, forgot his body. The Beloved was remembered; he stood before the Lord. So I say to you: having done so much, do this much more. Intoxication—the first step; now take the second. There are only two steps. With these two the journey is complete. First step: intoxication. Second: unconsciousness. And on the third, you do not remain—only God remains. It is but a two-step distance. It is the season of blossoms; the air is perfumed, O cupbearer. Look at the garden—it looks like paradise, O cupbearer. It is the season of flowers! Spring has arrived!

Question: Second question, Osho, This is the longing of the wine-lovers: O cupbearer, today pour such wine that all the drunkards in the tavern turn into worshippers at prayer. It is not so that nothing is gained; but what is gained is within. You cannot show it to others, cannot display it. It is difficult to express. If you say, “I feel light within,” people will glance around anxiously to see if anyone else heard, lest they be seen with you. If you say, “Waves of joy rise within me,” the other will doubt your sanity—for his experience, and everyone’s, is waves of sorrow. If you say, “Within me it is full moon,” his experience is new moon. Why would he believe you? You will say, “There is great elation, great ecstasy—fountains of laughter are springing up.” People will say, “Either you are deluded or you want to delude us.