What is the miracle of people traveling to a place of pilgrimage while the teacher remains in one place?

Osho, I am amazed to see how people are coming to your place of pilgrimage from countries far and wide, undertaking long journeys. And you, it seems, never even step out of your room! What is this miracle? Please explain.

So from the outside it seems that people are coming to this pilgrimage place from distant lands. They are coming because something within their hearts has begun to happen—and the heart recognizes no distances. The heart has never acknowledged distance. Distance is a measuring of the mind. But the heart can cross seven seas, for the heart knows how to dare. The intellect is a coward; it fears, it hesitates; it ties the boat with a strong chain to the shore, lest the boat slip away unknowingly. There are storms on the ocean—and there are always storms on the ocean, sometimes less, sometimes more. And the boat is small, the ocean vast; and the other shore is not visible. But at times the voice of that unseen shore can be heard. At times a glimpse of that unseen shore begins to descend within. At times the beauty of that unseen…

Beloved Osho, how is it possible that you just walk past a person and you set them on fire? I have seen even people who don't know that they love you burst into flames.

The question is great. Life is not synonymous with logic, particularly the logic that Aristotle has given to the world. It has an appeal to the mind -- it is very simple, very obvious, very mathematical, scientific. But the appeal to the mind of Aristotle's logic is not that it fits with existence, that it represents life. On the contrary, mind is overwhelmed by it because it fits with the split mind, and it fits perfectly. Naturally the mind is convinced. But life is not logic. So first we have to understand the split of the mind which makes it so much impressed by a wrong logic, a logic which is not representative of existence itself. Mind has a double split. The front of the mind and the back of the mind -- that is the first split. The front of the mind is active, and the back of the…

Osho, it is surprising that among animals there is hardly any hypocrisy or deceit, and among indigenous people it is also very little, whereas in the so-called educated and civilized society it is at its peak. Has humanity’s long and arduous journey from barbarism to civilization then gone in vain? And in that case, is the tribal order preferable?

Animals are without falseness, without hypocrisy—not because they have achieved something, but because they are incapable. They cannot be hypocrites; there is no way for them to be. They have no facility for being bad, no possibility of falling. But precisely because an animal cannot fall, it also cannot ascend to divinity. One who cannot fall cannot rise. And where there is no possibility of sin, there is no possibility of the divine either. The animal is in a kind of stupor; it does as nature makes it do. Its journey is mechanical. It has no free will. Therefore an animal cannot do evil, but it cannot do good either. It simply does what nature impels. It has no individuality of its own. Hence an animal can be neither wicked nor virtuous, neither a great sinner nor a great saint. An animal remains an animal. The animal is born complete.…

Beloved Osho, you have spoken to us of the raising of lazarus, and the miracle of jesus walking on the water. But what of the miracle that is yourself? You have turned tigers into lambs, gorillas into buddhas, worriers and thinkers into mindlessness, and created an oasis out of a desert. Please Osho, speak to us of the miracle of miracles that is yourself!

And people said, "We can give as many mustard seeds as you want. We can bring the whole village's mustard seeds, if your son's life can come back. But our mustard seeds will not be of any help, because so many people have died in our family, and you cannot find a family where nobody has died." The number of dead people in every family is more than the number of the living. Your fathers died, your forefathers died, and so on, and so forth -- since Adam and Eve people have been doing nothing but dying. The queue is so long behind each person -- of dead people. But she went from house to house and slowly, slowly, by the evening she became aware. Her tears dried up; she came back to Gautam Buddha, touched his feet, and said, "Forget about the boy, in this world everybody has to…

In this connection, Sumitra has asked: Osho, you say that wherever a Buddha lives, even the dried-up trees around him become lush and green. But why are the people of Poona withering? When, thousands of miles away in Kathmandu, people merely hearing your voice cannot restrain themselves and joyfully ask, “Will Osho not come here?”—I can only say, “Osho is here.” Even so, their hearts are not satisfied. At the Ashish Osho Meditation Center, every day not only new leaves but new flowers are blooming. Why is this happening? Kindly shed light on it.

Those from Jabalpur who never came to meet me there now come here to meet me. They come here and write: “We’re from Jabalpur—so you must meet us.” I ask them, “Where were you in Jabalpur? I was there for twenty years; you never came to meet me, I never saw you, I don’t know you. Today you come here laying claim!” They write, “We are from Jabalpur—so we should get a special chance to meet.” Such is this strange world! … So, Sumitra, the people of Kathmandu are fortunate. They are far—so longing arises in their hearts; love is stirred; they feel like rushing here. Sumitra rushes here. She is old; age has come. Yet she runs. Bearing all hardships, she comes here from Kathmandu; for that reason a natural question arises: you say that where the Buddha is, even dry trees turn lush and green. What I said…