According to Osho, being in an unconscious milieu feels like a human desert—empty, isolating, full of misinterpretation. In the presence of a living Master or blooming seekers, the same life becomes a garden: your ego-seed dies, and inner growth, fragrance, and flowering arise. Real transmission happens beyond words: by committing to the Master's energy field, the heart is transformed.
Being with sleepy people is like a dry desert; near a wise, loving teacher you’re watered and you bloom.