According to Osho, people come from everywhere because truth, once uttered, cannot be hidden; it sends ripples through the collective unconscious. Human beings are one at depth, hungry and thirsty for awakening. When someone becomes a living song of truth, seekers feel the pull - beyond distance, culture, or chance - and begin moving. It's not miracle or marketing, but resonance with their deepest longing.
People come because real truth rings like a bell in everyone’s deep heart, and the thirsty hear it and follow.
From the Discourses
Passages where Osho speaks to this question — each links to the complete discourse.
Beloved Osho, why and how are people coming to you from the four corners of the earth?
If one tells the truth, he's sure to be found out sooner or later -- that's why. It is impossible... if you have uttered the truth, it is impossible for people not to come. They are hankering for it, they are thirsty for it, they are hungry for it; and they have remained hungry for many lives. Once a ripple of truth arises anywhere, a song, those who are hungry -- they may be anywhere on the planet -- something in their unconscious starts happening. We are connected in the unconscious; in the deepest realm of our being we are one. If one man becomes a Buddha, then everybody's unconscious is thrilled. You may not know consciously, but everybody's unconscious is thrilled. It is like a spider's web: you touch it from anywhere and the whole web starts trembling. We are one in our base. We are like a solid…
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…
Osho, why are so many people attracted towards you from all parts of the world?
DON'T know! I am also surprised; it should not be so. The government is against me, the society is against me, all the religions are against me, and still people go on coming. All kinds of barriers are created, still people go on coming. Something mysterious is happening, something which cannot be explained. Something is transpiring which is elusive. That's why those who come as observers or spectators or journalists cannot catch hold of it. So they collect rumors in the town from people who never come here, and they go on reporting. Almost all over the world, in almost all the languages, there are rumors and rumors. This is very strange! The people have not experienced what is happening here, they have not been participants, and yet they think they have understood. There are things which can be understood only when you participate. You cannot know what love is…
Osho, you neither come nor go; you don’t even leave your chamber. Then how is it that people from faraway lands are drawn to you and keep coming? What is the secret?
Swaroopananda! There is no secret at all. It is as clear as two and two make four. When a lamp is lit, the moths come on their own. Who knows how the news reaches them! Who knows what longing is awakened in the very life of the moths! They set out from far-off realms of darkness. Let a lamp be lit, and the moths come. And even if the lamp is lit in a solitary room, it makes no difference. The moths find a way—through the windows, through the door, through the cracks. If there is no place, no doorway for entry, they will flutter on the windowpanes. But they come. There is no secret. It is simple. In the morning the sun rises—who goes to tell the birds to sing? The sun tells no one to sing. Songs burst forth, inevitably, from the throats of the birds; even if…
Osho, what is that unknown force that is drawing us toward you?
Everything in life is unknown—even that which we think is known. Socrates once said: When I was young I thought I knew a great deal. As I grew older, my knowing grew too. But alongside it, step by step, another strange thing kept happening: the more I came to know, the more I realized how little I knew. And finally there came a moment in life when I had only one sentence left to say: I know only this much—that I know nothing. These are among Socrates’ last words. A lifelong journey in search of knowledge, and the outcome—the innocence of a small child who knows nothing. In Greece there is the temple of Delphi. In those days it was very famous; now only its ruins remain. The priestess of Delphi must have been like Ramakrishna. Sometimes, singing and dancing, she would fall unconscious. And what she uttered in that…