What happens when I give something back?

Is there anything I can give you back?

Then you don't understand my concept of Bhagwan. My concept of Bhagwan is not that a Bhagwan is a special being, that a Bhagwan is a perfect being, that a Bhagwan is not of this world. My concept of Bhagwan is that God is a normal quality of existence. Just by being, you are God. You are not a painter by just being. For painting, you will have to learn some skill, you will have to go to an art school. And then too your being a painter will depend on so many recognitions -- people will recognize, may not recognize; the critics will appreciate, may not appreciate; a thousand and one things. If you want to be a musician, just by being, you are not a musician. You will have to learn; this is something which has to be learned. When I say God, I mean you ARE God,…

Osho, what is it that I can give to you? And what is it that I can take of you? And who am I?

"What is it that I can give to you? " You can give me nothing. And what is it that you can take of me? You can take nothing. But your nothingness is negative, and my nothingness is positive. "And who am l?" Between these two nothingnesses -- just a momentary wave between these two banks of nothingness. Between the nothingness which is negative and the nothingness which is positive, you ARE. Just a wave. Try to understand this. You cannot give me anything because you have nothing. I can give you everything, because I also have nothing. And between these two is your ego: just a trembling, just a wave, a tension. If you receive me, the ego will disappear. If you are ready to receive me, you would have already surrendered the ego. To move from a nothingness which is negative towards a nothingness which is positive is…

Beloved Osho, this morning during discourse a great sadness overwhelmed me. I feel so poor... There is nothing I can give you, not even my heart. Slowly I surrender to my reality. There is no need to pretend any longer. A quiet peace and serenity descends, and a warmth that is not mine follows in their wake, leaving my sadness. There is nothing I can give you, not even my heart. Haven't you taken it long before?

Deva Gita, there is no question of anything to be given to me; on the contrary, you have to be receptive to what I am giving to you. It is true you are poor, but I am not poor. Let my riches be your riches, and let my mornings be your mornings, and let my nights, full of stars, be your nights too. The very idea that you have to give something to me is absurd. All that you can do is to be receptive and available. When I knock on your doors, I should not find them closed -- it is more than enough on your part. And when I take you into unknown territories you should come with me without any fear, without anything holding back. You have all the money in the world but you are poor. I don't have any money in the world but I…

Osho, once while sitting in front of your picture, a whole web of inner conflicts arose in my mind. A feeling came: this won’t end—the head will keep churning—so you please take care of it. Instantly I felt a lightness and I was immersed in ecstasy. And then your picture with the serious expression burst into laughter. I remember it to this day. Osho, my salutations!

“As soon as I said, ‘You take care,’ instantly I felt a lightness and I was immersed in ecstasy.” The very energy that was running in the head became free—it became ecstasy. I neither took care of you nor did I give you ecstasy. Ecstasy formed out of that same energy. The very grapes that were getting lost in thoughts and words were freed from them. In a single instant the wine was ready; you became intoxicated, absorbed. Your ecstasy is within you. Your tavern is within you. The master brings you to your own within. The master is a doorway. He is the door that leads you back inside yourself. If you ask for the truth, I can only give you what you are ready to give yourself. Not more. So someone comes here and is filled with supreme bliss, and another comes and goes back just as he…

Question: Fourth question: Osho, the day I attain, how will I thank you? I was reading the memoirs of a Zen fakir. He had gone to America and there received an invitation from a Hindu sannyasin to come and meet. Reading it, it seemed to me that the Hindu sannyasin could be none other than Baba Muktananda. He has not written the name, but the description of appearance and manner fits Muktananda. And he has also written that he does not speak English. Muktananda must have sent for him. The fakir went. Muktananda was seated on a lofty throne, and below it a little mat was spread for the fakir. It seemed to me it must be Muktananda, because he did the same with me. He sent me many invitations; and when I went, he sat on a high seat and had a small mat placed below for me.