Sadhana Sutra #16
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12. पूछो अपने ही अंतरतम, उस एक से,
जीवन के परम रहस्य को,
जो कि उसने तुम्हारे लिए युगों से छिपा रखा है।
जीवात्मा की वासनाओं को
जीत लेने का बड़ा और कठिन कार्य युगों का है।
इसलिए उसके पुरस्कार को पाने की आशा तब तक मत करो,
जब तक युगों के अनुभव एकत्रित न हो जाएं।
जब इस बारहवें नियम को सीखने का समय आता है,
तब मानव मानवेतर (अतिमानव) अवस्था की ड्योढ़ी पर पहुंच जाता है।
जो ज्ञान अब तुम्हें प्राप्त हुआ है,
वह इसी कारण तुम्हें मिला है कि तुम्हारी आत्मा सभी शुद्ध आत्माओं से एक है
और उस परम-तत्व से एक हो गयी है।
यह ज्ञान तुम्हारे पास उस सर्वोच्च (परमात्मा) की धरोहर है।
इसमें यदि तुम विश्वासघात करो,
उस ज्ञान का दुरुपयोग करो या उसकी अवहेलना करो,
तो अब भी संभव है कि तुम जिस उच्च पद तक पहुंच चुके हो,
उससे नीचे गिर पड़ो।
बड़े पहुंचे हुए लोग भी अपने दायित्व का भार न सम्हाल सकने के कारण
और आगे न बढ़ सकने के कारण
ड्योढ़ी से गिर पड़ते हैं और पिछड़ जाते हैं।
इसलिए इस क्षण के प्रति श्रद्धा और भय के साथ सजग रहो
और युद्ध के लिए तैयार रहो।
सूत्र के पहले दो छोटे प्रश्न हैं।
जीवन के परम रहस्य को,
जो कि उसने तुम्हारे लिए युगों से छिपा रखा है।
जीवात्मा की वासनाओं को
जीत लेने का बड़ा और कठिन कार्य युगों का है।
इसलिए उसके पुरस्कार को पाने की आशा तब तक मत करो,
जब तक युगों के अनुभव एकत्रित न हो जाएं।
जब इस बारहवें नियम को सीखने का समय आता है,
तब मानव मानवेतर (अतिमानव) अवस्था की ड्योढ़ी पर पहुंच जाता है।
जो ज्ञान अब तुम्हें प्राप्त हुआ है,
वह इसी कारण तुम्हें मिला है कि तुम्हारी आत्मा सभी शुद्ध आत्माओं से एक है
और उस परम-तत्व से एक हो गयी है।
यह ज्ञान तुम्हारे पास उस सर्वोच्च (परमात्मा) की धरोहर है।
इसमें यदि तुम विश्वासघात करो,
उस ज्ञान का दुरुपयोग करो या उसकी अवहेलना करो,
तो अब भी संभव है कि तुम जिस उच्च पद तक पहुंच चुके हो,
उससे नीचे गिर पड़ो।
बड़े पहुंचे हुए लोग भी अपने दायित्व का भार न सम्हाल सकने के कारण
और आगे न बढ़ सकने के कारण
ड्योढ़ी से गिर पड़ते हैं और पिछड़ जाते हैं।
इसलिए इस क्षण के प्रति श्रद्धा और भय के साथ सजग रहो
और युद्ध के लिए तैयार रहो।
सूत्र के पहले दो छोटे प्रश्न हैं।
Transliteration:
12. pūcho apane hī aṃtaratama, usa eka se,
jīvana ke parama rahasya ko,
jo ki usane tumhāre lie yugoṃ se chipā rakhā hai|
jīvātmā kī vāsanāoṃ ko
jīta lene kā bar̤ā aura kaṭhina kārya yugoṃ kā hai|
isalie usake puraskāra ko pāne kī āśā taba taka mata karo,
jaba taka yugoṃ ke anubhava ekatrita na ho jāeṃ|
jaba isa bārahaveṃ niyama ko sīkhane kā samaya ātā hai,
taba mānava mānavetara (atimānava) avasthā kī ḍyoढ़ī para pahuṃca jātā hai|
jo jñāna aba tumheṃ prāpta huā hai,
vaha isī kāraṇa tumheṃ milā hai ki tumhārī ātmā sabhī śuddha ātmāoṃ se eka hai
aura usa parama-tatva se eka ho gayī hai|
yaha jñāna tumhāre pāsa usa sarvocca (paramātmā) kī dharohara hai|
isameṃ yadi tuma viśvāsaghāta karo,
usa jñāna kā durupayoga karo yā usakī avahelanā karo,
to aba bhī saṃbhava hai ki tuma jisa ucca pada taka pahuṃca cuke ho,
usase nīce gira par̤o|
bar̤e pahuṃce hue loga bhī apane dāyitva kā bhāra na samhāla sakane ke kāraṇa
aura āge na baढ़ sakane ke kāraṇa
ḍyoढ़ī se gira par̤ate haiṃ aura pichar̤a jāte haiṃ|
isalie isa kṣaṇa ke prati śraddhā aura bhaya ke sātha sajaga raho
aura yuddha ke lie taiyāra raho|
sūtra ke pahale do choṭe praśna haiṃ|
12. pūcho apane hī aṃtaratama, usa eka se,
jīvana ke parama rahasya ko,
jo ki usane tumhāre lie yugoṃ se chipā rakhā hai|
jīvātmā kī vāsanāoṃ ko
jīta lene kā bar̤ā aura kaṭhina kārya yugoṃ kā hai|
isalie usake puraskāra ko pāne kī āśā taba taka mata karo,
jaba taka yugoṃ ke anubhava ekatrita na ho jāeṃ|
jaba isa bārahaveṃ niyama ko sīkhane kā samaya ātā hai,
taba mānava mānavetara (atimānava) avasthā kī ḍyoढ़ī para pahuṃca jātā hai|
jo jñāna aba tumheṃ prāpta huā hai,
vaha isī kāraṇa tumheṃ milā hai ki tumhārī ātmā sabhī śuddha ātmāoṃ se eka hai
aura usa parama-tatva se eka ho gayī hai|
yaha jñāna tumhāre pāsa usa sarvocca (paramātmā) kī dharohara hai|
isameṃ yadi tuma viśvāsaghāta karo,
usa jñāna kā durupayoga karo yā usakī avahelanā karo,
to aba bhī saṃbhava hai ki tuma jisa ucca pada taka pahuṃca cuke ho,
usase nīce gira par̤o|
bar̤e pahuṃce hue loga bhī apane dāyitva kā bhāra na samhāla sakane ke kāraṇa
aura āge na baढ़ sakane ke kāraṇa
ḍyoढ़ī se gira par̤ate haiṃ aura pichar̤a jāte haiṃ|
isalie isa kṣaṇa ke prati śraddhā aura bhaya ke sātha sajaga raho
aura yuddha ke lie taiyāra raho|
sūtra ke pahale do choṭe praśna haiṃ|
Questions in this Discourse
Someone is asking, Osho, what is the reason that Meera did not die even after drinking poison? What kind of devotion was that? What kind of love? The same is said about Prahlad—that he did not burn in fire. But why did Socrates die after drinking poison? And why did Jesus not survive the crucifixion?
A few things are useful to understand.
One: never, even by mistake, compare two enlightened beings. For none is an imitation of another. A person like Jesus has not happened again, and will not. A personality like Meera will also never happen again. Socrates is unique, and so is Prahlad. But our ordinary mind has the habit of comparing. They are not imitations of each other, therefore the flow, the style, and the conclusion of their lives will be different.
Meera did not die after drinking poison because the state of consciousness she was in did not allow poison to enter. In the deepest state of love, poison cannot enter. Even if poison touches the body, it cannot enter it. Meera’s path was that of love—love is the antidote to poison.
If you are filled with love, poison will not be able to enter your bloodstream. For poison to enter, there must already be poison in your blood; like attracts like. If you are filled with anger, the poison will enter quickly, because anger activates the toxic glands within you, and your blood is already carrying poison.
We are all filled with anger and hatred; our blood already contains poison. It is because of this inner poison that external poison can take hold. What is not within you cannot enter you.
A being like Meera is living in so much love that her inner poison-glands have dissolved. Her blood is infused and enveloped by love; the poison cannot penetrate and is expelled. But Meera herself is unaware of this. If she were to become aware, the poison would enter. She has no notion that she’s being given poison, that she is drinking poison. She is so absorbed in love that she has no remembrance of what is happening on the bodily plane.
Understand it like this: if a rat bites you and you believe a snake has bitten you, the “poison” will enter—though there was none in the rat—and you could even die. Delusion alone can kill.
You will be surprised to know that, according to those who understand herpetology, only about three percent of snakes are venomous. Out of a hundred, three carry venom; ninety-seven do not. Yet the marvel is that people even die from the bite of non-venomous snakes. And that is precisely why the snakebite exorcist succeeds—because the snake that bit had no venom. It is your misconception that is cut by the mantra. Mantras can cut delusion. There was no venom in the snake that bit you; but the mental state—“a snake has bitten me”—itself becomes venom. You can die; your inner glands will release poison under that mental state. That state can be dispelled by the mantra; hence the snakebite can be “drawn out.”
The reverse also happens. A truly venomous snake may bite you, but if the mantra or the exorcist convinces you that he has removed the venom, that trust becomes a wall within you. That trust prevents the snake’s poison from mingling with your blood.
You have no idea how powerful the mind is over the body! The results in hypnotic research are astonishing. They say—and I say this from my own experiments, as I have been experimenting with hypnosis—that if a person is hypnotized, put into a trance, and a simple pebble is placed on his hand while he is told, “This is a live coal,” he will instantly scream and fling it away, as if a coal had been placed there. It was only a cool pebble. So far, so good—you are unconscious and you believe what I say. But a blister will also appear on the skin—exactly like the blister caused by a hot coal. Even after you come out of trance, the blister will persist as long as a real burn would. The converse also happens: a red-hot coal can be placed on your hand while you are told, “It’s just a cool pebble.” You won’t cry out, you won’t throw it away, and no blister will arise.
On this, science has reached a consensus: whatever the mind conclusively conceives, the body follows. So Meera is so filled with love that she cannot even “see” the poison.
Remember: you see only what your inner state is.
Meera sees the whole world as nectar, as Krishna. She must have seen the poison as Krishna too and drunk it, tasting the very rasa of Krishna in it. In such a state, the poison has no effect. It remains untouched; it cannot reach Meera.
And if a hand does not blister even when a live coal is placed upon it, the scientific point is settled: Prahlad too can be saved from burning. It is a question of inner state. No God is standing there saving Prahlad—that is a story, not science. If some God were going around saving this one, instructing that one, and blocking poisons, what a complicated racket that would be! No God is sitting and doing all that. It is Prahlad’s inner state. His trust is absolute that he will not burn, that God will save him. Whether God is saving him is not the question. But note well: if you even entertain the thought that there is no God to save, your trust cannot be absolute. Prahlad’s trust is firm: God is, and He will save; I have surrendered into His hands. Then fire cannot burn Prahlad.
You must have heard of people dancing over live coals—walking across beds of embers without even a blister. There is no “miracle,” and yet it is miraculous—the power of the mind over the body. Fire can be walked through. But even a flicker of doubt, and you will be burned.
Which is why it is difficult today to produce a Prahlad. That era is gone when trust was so complete that not a speck of doubt remained. There was such simplicity, such innocence. Today even a small child will ask, “No, this can’t be.” Today’s child is no longer “just a child.” In the old days even the old were childlike. Life was simple, close to nature. There was no “civilization,” no “education,” hence far less doubt. The more educated the personality, the more doubt will grow. Education raises questions—must raise them—otherwise education cannot progress.
Understand it like this: if science advances in the world, doubt will advance, because without doubt science cannot grow. Science lives by questions. Ask, and answers come. Inquiry is fueled by doubt and curiosity; trust is not required.
Religion runs on trust, just as science runs on doubt. If there is to be religion in the world, science becomes very difficult. If there is science, religion becomes very difficult, very hard. Their foundations are different. But if trust is complete and no doubt remains within, that trust can break any law in this universe. There is no event in existence that your trust cannot make possible. But the trust must be perfect; a pinhole will sink the boat.
Therefore, anyone who tries to “experiment” will land in trouble. Do not do it. If you think, “If Prahlad can be saved from fire, why can’t I? Let me put my hand in the flame and see!”—the way you put your hand in the fire is the way of a scientist, not a theist. You are testing: “Let’s see!” But to “see” means you doubt; you don’t know whether it will happen or not. You will get burned.
Hence religious experiments cannot be replicated. Scientific experiments can be replicated—conducted in one corner of the world and repeated anywhere—because they stand on doubt; trust is not a component. But what happened to Prahlad—if you try to repeat it—you will be in trouble, because it is not repeatable.
Religious experiment is private and personal. Because Prahlad’s mental state cannot be yours. How could the repeater possess it? Prahlad did not repeat someone else’s experiment either. He was not “testing” God. To test means doubt is present. He was surrendering himself. He had no calculation; he took it for granted that this is how it will be—there is no question of otherwise. Such total trust, such faith, can save you from fire.
But Jesus’s situation is altogether different. The point isn’t that Jesus “could not” escape the cross. Understand rightly: those who know Jesus deeply hold that the crucifixion was Jesus’s own arrangement. The setup was his. He wanted to be crucified. It was part of his vast plan. Prahlad and Meera had no plan. Jesus had a grand design.
And how many are there who follow Prahlad? How many truly walk behind Meera?
Jesus made half the world Christian. Behind that lies a vast plan. Jesus had an idea of transforming the world. He could clearly see: if I am crucified for what I say, my words will be engraved forever on the human heart. The cross was a play, for there is no question of Jesus dying. For Jesus, the cross was a play. But that play could be used. It was a plan—a fully crafted strategy. People think Jesus fell into the hands of his enemies. Those who know understand that the enemies fell into Jesus’s hands. They did not understand what was happening.
One of Jesus’s own disciples, Judas, informed the enemies. People think Judas was Jesus’s enemy. Not so. He was his most intimate follower—so devoted that when Jesus ordered him to arrange for the crucifixion, he did so. He had to obey.
Therefore, when Judas is leaving to inform the enemies, Jesus touches his feet and kisses him. People think this was love for an enemy. That is not the case. The deeper story is very different. Judas was the most understanding disciple among them. And note: on the day Jesus was crucified, the other disciples fled, but Judas committed suicide—he hanged himself. People think he did it out of remorse: “I trapped Jesus; I had him crucified.” No. His love was deep, very inward. It was so total that if Jesus said, “Have me crucified,” he would even arrange that. But love faces a great difficulty: he made the arrangements, and then he hanged himself as well. For him there was no point in remaining.
It was all by design; Jesus wanted to hang on the cross. Because only through the crucifixion could that event happen which would transform people’s lives. That is why, for Christianity, the symbol more important even than Jesus is the cross. They don’t wear a little image of Jesus on their hearts; they wear the cross. Because Christianity itself is born of the cross.
There was a very profound Christian saint, Søren Kierkegaard. He said it should not be called Christianity; it should be called Crossianity. It should not be called the religion “of Christ,” but “of the Cross,” because the cross is more important than Christ. Christ became Christ the day he hung on the cross. That is why the most beloved image of Jesus is the crucified Jesus. It was a historical strategy.
Socrates’s mental state is different again. Do not compare; I am not comparing. I am pointing to their individual qualities to show why things happened as they did. Socrates was told: If you stop giving discourses, if you stop speaking, we will set you free. The judges said: If you stop speaking, we will release you.
Socrates said: If I stop speaking, what meaning remains to my being? The only meaning of my being is to speak the truth. My being and the speaking of truth are one and the same. So do not do that. Either let me speak the truth and let me live; or if you forbid me to speak the truth, better that you kill me—give me the poison. Because if you give me poison, remember: I will never die. And because of your poison I will become immortal forever. And if people remember you, they will remember you only because you gave Socrates poison. You will be known for no other reason. But one thing should be clear: truth is dearer to me than life. For me, death has no value; truth has value. For truth, I can accept death.
And the one who can accept death for truth attains the deathless. Until you can accept death for truth, truth has no value. Truth is the supreme end only when you can lose even life for it.
Socrates lived what he taught. He is about to die; the poison is being prepared. The man grinding the hemlock prepares it slowly because he too has come to love Socrates. In jail, whoever stayed by him began to love him—such a man he was. The jailer too had begun to love him. The executioner is grinding the poison slowly, so Socrates can live a little longer. “As long as such a flower can remain blooming on earth, so much the better.”
Socrates says to him: You are delaying; you are failing in your duty. It seems you are attached to me. This is not right; do your job. Prepare the poison quickly. It is near six o’clock, and exactly at six you must bring it. The man says, “How crazy you are, Socrates! I am taking a little longer so that you may live a little longer! What hurry are you in?”
Socrates says: I have known life; now I wish to know death. Socrates is a seeker—such a seeker has not walked this earth. He is not a devotee; he is an inquirer, an investigator. He says: I want to look death in the eye, to see what it is like. Someone asks, “Socrates, aren’t you afraid? Death is near.” Socrates says: I do not know whether I will be saved or not; therefore there is no reason to be afraid. If I knew I would be saved, there would still be no reason to be afraid—because I would be saved. And if I knew I would not be saved, again there would be no reason to be afraid—because if I won’t survive, who is there to be afraid? Who will suffer? Who will be pained? I do not know; I will enter my death and know. Socrates says: About what I do not know, I will say nothing.
Such an unprejudiced, simple quest for knowledge is very rare. Meera’s is devotion; Jesus’s is devotion; Socrates’s is inquiry. Socrates says: I do not know if the soul is immortal; I will know it only by dying. How else can it be known? I will pass through the experience and know. If I die, then there is no reason for fear—for who will fear once I am gone? If I survive, there is no reason for fear—because I will have survived. In either case, fear is foolish. If you are a theist, fear is foolish—because you will survive. If you are an atheist, fear is foolish—because you will not survive. For whom, then, is the worry? For whom the sorrow?
Then the man brings the poison; his hand is trembling. One’s hand will tremble giving poison to a man like Socrates. Socrates says: Your hand should not tremble; do what you are doing unshakably. Do not let your hand shake. If I am not afraid of dying, why are you afraid? Look at me! Socrates is old, yet when he takes the cup of poison in his hand, it does not tremble. He drinks, lies down. His disciples are weeping. He says: Do not weep, for I am still alive. You can weep later; what is the hurry? For now, watch this death coming over me; perhaps you will learn something.
Then Socrates keeps speaking: My feet are getting cold; it seems the feet have died. Then my thighs are cold; it seems my thighs have died. He narrates as death climbs upward. But there is a wonder: my sense of being is whole. Half the body has gone numb, yet my inner sense of being is completely intact. Not a fraction has been cut from it. I experience myself within as fully as before. Then his hands too fall limp. He says: Now my heartbeat is subsiding. Now my lips are slackening—perhaps I will not be able to speak beyond this. So remember my last words: up to this moment I am wholly alive. It seems that when so much of the body has come near death and yet I am whole, perhaps even when the whole body dies I will not die. But even this is still inquiry; I cannot assert it yet.
This is a different kind of personality. Do not weigh them against each other. Do not try to make one big and another small. That is the mark of a petty mind. These are distinct peaks. The Himalayas have many summits; each has its own beauty. In human consciousness too many peaks rise up; each has its unique beauty. And it is good they are not all the same; otherwise boredom would arise. If there were many Meeras, they would lose their meaning. If Prahlads were in every village, they would lie about like refuse. We do not need many Socrateses either. Each person should remember: you are born to be yourself. The day you touch your peak, there has been no one like you before, nor will there ever be again. You are an unrepeatable event.
Existence loves the original. Borrowed lives—carbon copies—have no value in this world.
One: never, even by mistake, compare two enlightened beings. For none is an imitation of another. A person like Jesus has not happened again, and will not. A personality like Meera will also never happen again. Socrates is unique, and so is Prahlad. But our ordinary mind has the habit of comparing. They are not imitations of each other, therefore the flow, the style, and the conclusion of their lives will be different.
Meera did not die after drinking poison because the state of consciousness she was in did not allow poison to enter. In the deepest state of love, poison cannot enter. Even if poison touches the body, it cannot enter it. Meera’s path was that of love—love is the antidote to poison.
If you are filled with love, poison will not be able to enter your bloodstream. For poison to enter, there must already be poison in your blood; like attracts like. If you are filled with anger, the poison will enter quickly, because anger activates the toxic glands within you, and your blood is already carrying poison.
We are all filled with anger and hatred; our blood already contains poison. It is because of this inner poison that external poison can take hold. What is not within you cannot enter you.
A being like Meera is living in so much love that her inner poison-glands have dissolved. Her blood is infused and enveloped by love; the poison cannot penetrate and is expelled. But Meera herself is unaware of this. If she were to become aware, the poison would enter. She has no notion that she’s being given poison, that she is drinking poison. She is so absorbed in love that she has no remembrance of what is happening on the bodily plane.
Understand it like this: if a rat bites you and you believe a snake has bitten you, the “poison” will enter—though there was none in the rat—and you could even die. Delusion alone can kill.
You will be surprised to know that, according to those who understand herpetology, only about three percent of snakes are venomous. Out of a hundred, three carry venom; ninety-seven do not. Yet the marvel is that people even die from the bite of non-venomous snakes. And that is precisely why the snakebite exorcist succeeds—because the snake that bit had no venom. It is your misconception that is cut by the mantra. Mantras can cut delusion. There was no venom in the snake that bit you; but the mental state—“a snake has bitten me”—itself becomes venom. You can die; your inner glands will release poison under that mental state. That state can be dispelled by the mantra; hence the snakebite can be “drawn out.”
The reverse also happens. A truly venomous snake may bite you, but if the mantra or the exorcist convinces you that he has removed the venom, that trust becomes a wall within you. That trust prevents the snake’s poison from mingling with your blood.
You have no idea how powerful the mind is over the body! The results in hypnotic research are astonishing. They say—and I say this from my own experiments, as I have been experimenting with hypnosis—that if a person is hypnotized, put into a trance, and a simple pebble is placed on his hand while he is told, “This is a live coal,” he will instantly scream and fling it away, as if a coal had been placed there. It was only a cool pebble. So far, so good—you are unconscious and you believe what I say. But a blister will also appear on the skin—exactly like the blister caused by a hot coal. Even after you come out of trance, the blister will persist as long as a real burn would. The converse also happens: a red-hot coal can be placed on your hand while you are told, “It’s just a cool pebble.” You won’t cry out, you won’t throw it away, and no blister will arise.
On this, science has reached a consensus: whatever the mind conclusively conceives, the body follows. So Meera is so filled with love that she cannot even “see” the poison.
Remember: you see only what your inner state is.
Meera sees the whole world as nectar, as Krishna. She must have seen the poison as Krishna too and drunk it, tasting the very rasa of Krishna in it. In such a state, the poison has no effect. It remains untouched; it cannot reach Meera.
And if a hand does not blister even when a live coal is placed upon it, the scientific point is settled: Prahlad too can be saved from burning. It is a question of inner state. No God is standing there saving Prahlad—that is a story, not science. If some God were going around saving this one, instructing that one, and blocking poisons, what a complicated racket that would be! No God is sitting and doing all that. It is Prahlad’s inner state. His trust is absolute that he will not burn, that God will save him. Whether God is saving him is not the question. But note well: if you even entertain the thought that there is no God to save, your trust cannot be absolute. Prahlad’s trust is firm: God is, and He will save; I have surrendered into His hands. Then fire cannot burn Prahlad.
You must have heard of people dancing over live coals—walking across beds of embers without even a blister. There is no “miracle,” and yet it is miraculous—the power of the mind over the body. Fire can be walked through. But even a flicker of doubt, and you will be burned.
Which is why it is difficult today to produce a Prahlad. That era is gone when trust was so complete that not a speck of doubt remained. There was such simplicity, such innocence. Today even a small child will ask, “No, this can’t be.” Today’s child is no longer “just a child.” In the old days even the old were childlike. Life was simple, close to nature. There was no “civilization,” no “education,” hence far less doubt. The more educated the personality, the more doubt will grow. Education raises questions—must raise them—otherwise education cannot progress.
Understand it like this: if science advances in the world, doubt will advance, because without doubt science cannot grow. Science lives by questions. Ask, and answers come. Inquiry is fueled by doubt and curiosity; trust is not required.
Religion runs on trust, just as science runs on doubt. If there is to be religion in the world, science becomes very difficult. If there is science, religion becomes very difficult, very hard. Their foundations are different. But if trust is complete and no doubt remains within, that trust can break any law in this universe. There is no event in existence that your trust cannot make possible. But the trust must be perfect; a pinhole will sink the boat.
Therefore, anyone who tries to “experiment” will land in trouble. Do not do it. If you think, “If Prahlad can be saved from fire, why can’t I? Let me put my hand in the flame and see!”—the way you put your hand in the fire is the way of a scientist, not a theist. You are testing: “Let’s see!” But to “see” means you doubt; you don’t know whether it will happen or not. You will get burned.
Hence religious experiments cannot be replicated. Scientific experiments can be replicated—conducted in one corner of the world and repeated anywhere—because they stand on doubt; trust is not a component. But what happened to Prahlad—if you try to repeat it—you will be in trouble, because it is not repeatable.
Religious experiment is private and personal. Because Prahlad’s mental state cannot be yours. How could the repeater possess it? Prahlad did not repeat someone else’s experiment either. He was not “testing” God. To test means doubt is present. He was surrendering himself. He had no calculation; he took it for granted that this is how it will be—there is no question of otherwise. Such total trust, such faith, can save you from fire.
But Jesus’s situation is altogether different. The point isn’t that Jesus “could not” escape the cross. Understand rightly: those who know Jesus deeply hold that the crucifixion was Jesus’s own arrangement. The setup was his. He wanted to be crucified. It was part of his vast plan. Prahlad and Meera had no plan. Jesus had a grand design.
And how many are there who follow Prahlad? How many truly walk behind Meera?
Jesus made half the world Christian. Behind that lies a vast plan. Jesus had an idea of transforming the world. He could clearly see: if I am crucified for what I say, my words will be engraved forever on the human heart. The cross was a play, for there is no question of Jesus dying. For Jesus, the cross was a play. But that play could be used. It was a plan—a fully crafted strategy. People think Jesus fell into the hands of his enemies. Those who know understand that the enemies fell into Jesus’s hands. They did not understand what was happening.
One of Jesus’s own disciples, Judas, informed the enemies. People think Judas was Jesus’s enemy. Not so. He was his most intimate follower—so devoted that when Jesus ordered him to arrange for the crucifixion, he did so. He had to obey.
Therefore, when Judas is leaving to inform the enemies, Jesus touches his feet and kisses him. People think this was love for an enemy. That is not the case. The deeper story is very different. Judas was the most understanding disciple among them. And note: on the day Jesus was crucified, the other disciples fled, but Judas committed suicide—he hanged himself. People think he did it out of remorse: “I trapped Jesus; I had him crucified.” No. His love was deep, very inward. It was so total that if Jesus said, “Have me crucified,” he would even arrange that. But love faces a great difficulty: he made the arrangements, and then he hanged himself as well. For him there was no point in remaining.
It was all by design; Jesus wanted to hang on the cross. Because only through the crucifixion could that event happen which would transform people’s lives. That is why, for Christianity, the symbol more important even than Jesus is the cross. They don’t wear a little image of Jesus on their hearts; they wear the cross. Because Christianity itself is born of the cross.
There was a very profound Christian saint, Søren Kierkegaard. He said it should not be called Christianity; it should be called Crossianity. It should not be called the religion “of Christ,” but “of the Cross,” because the cross is more important than Christ. Christ became Christ the day he hung on the cross. That is why the most beloved image of Jesus is the crucified Jesus. It was a historical strategy.
Socrates’s mental state is different again. Do not compare; I am not comparing. I am pointing to their individual qualities to show why things happened as they did. Socrates was told: If you stop giving discourses, if you stop speaking, we will set you free. The judges said: If you stop speaking, we will release you.
Socrates said: If I stop speaking, what meaning remains to my being? The only meaning of my being is to speak the truth. My being and the speaking of truth are one and the same. So do not do that. Either let me speak the truth and let me live; or if you forbid me to speak the truth, better that you kill me—give me the poison. Because if you give me poison, remember: I will never die. And because of your poison I will become immortal forever. And if people remember you, they will remember you only because you gave Socrates poison. You will be known for no other reason. But one thing should be clear: truth is dearer to me than life. For me, death has no value; truth has value. For truth, I can accept death.
And the one who can accept death for truth attains the deathless. Until you can accept death for truth, truth has no value. Truth is the supreme end only when you can lose even life for it.
Socrates lived what he taught. He is about to die; the poison is being prepared. The man grinding the hemlock prepares it slowly because he too has come to love Socrates. In jail, whoever stayed by him began to love him—such a man he was. The jailer too had begun to love him. The executioner is grinding the poison slowly, so Socrates can live a little longer. “As long as such a flower can remain blooming on earth, so much the better.”
Socrates says to him: You are delaying; you are failing in your duty. It seems you are attached to me. This is not right; do your job. Prepare the poison quickly. It is near six o’clock, and exactly at six you must bring it. The man says, “How crazy you are, Socrates! I am taking a little longer so that you may live a little longer! What hurry are you in?”
Socrates says: I have known life; now I wish to know death. Socrates is a seeker—such a seeker has not walked this earth. He is not a devotee; he is an inquirer, an investigator. He says: I want to look death in the eye, to see what it is like. Someone asks, “Socrates, aren’t you afraid? Death is near.” Socrates says: I do not know whether I will be saved or not; therefore there is no reason to be afraid. If I knew I would be saved, there would still be no reason to be afraid—because I would be saved. And if I knew I would not be saved, again there would be no reason to be afraid—because if I won’t survive, who is there to be afraid? Who will suffer? Who will be pained? I do not know; I will enter my death and know. Socrates says: About what I do not know, I will say nothing.
Such an unprejudiced, simple quest for knowledge is very rare. Meera’s is devotion; Jesus’s is devotion; Socrates’s is inquiry. Socrates says: I do not know if the soul is immortal; I will know it only by dying. How else can it be known? I will pass through the experience and know. If I die, then there is no reason for fear—for who will fear once I am gone? If I survive, there is no reason for fear—because I will have survived. In either case, fear is foolish. If you are a theist, fear is foolish—because you will survive. If you are an atheist, fear is foolish—because you will not survive. For whom, then, is the worry? For whom the sorrow?
Then the man brings the poison; his hand is trembling. One’s hand will tremble giving poison to a man like Socrates. Socrates says: Your hand should not tremble; do what you are doing unshakably. Do not let your hand shake. If I am not afraid of dying, why are you afraid? Look at me! Socrates is old, yet when he takes the cup of poison in his hand, it does not tremble. He drinks, lies down. His disciples are weeping. He says: Do not weep, for I am still alive. You can weep later; what is the hurry? For now, watch this death coming over me; perhaps you will learn something.
Then Socrates keeps speaking: My feet are getting cold; it seems the feet have died. Then my thighs are cold; it seems my thighs have died. He narrates as death climbs upward. But there is a wonder: my sense of being is whole. Half the body has gone numb, yet my inner sense of being is completely intact. Not a fraction has been cut from it. I experience myself within as fully as before. Then his hands too fall limp. He says: Now my heartbeat is subsiding. Now my lips are slackening—perhaps I will not be able to speak beyond this. So remember my last words: up to this moment I am wholly alive. It seems that when so much of the body has come near death and yet I am whole, perhaps even when the whole body dies I will not die. But even this is still inquiry; I cannot assert it yet.
This is a different kind of personality. Do not weigh them against each other. Do not try to make one big and another small. That is the mark of a petty mind. These are distinct peaks. The Himalayas have many summits; each has its own beauty. In human consciousness too many peaks rise up; each has its unique beauty. And it is good they are not all the same; otherwise boredom would arise. If there were many Meeras, they would lose their meaning. If Prahlads were in every village, they would lie about like refuse. We do not need many Socrateses either. Each person should remember: you are born to be yourself. The day you touch your peak, there has been no one like you before, nor will there ever be again. You are an unrepeatable event.
Existence loves the original. Borrowed lives—carbon copies—have no value in this world.
Another friend has asked: Osho, at yesterday’s Neo-Sannyas International meeting it was stated that our trust is in free sex, in sexual freedom. Do you agree with this?
My trust is neither in free sex nor in controlled sex. There is no need for any such “trust” at all. Sex is a private, personal matter; to hold a fixed stance about it is evidence of a petty mind. You don’t ask, “What is your view about food?” “What is your view about bathing? Free bathing or controlled bathing?” If you asked, you yourself would sound foolish. Why ask about sex? It is a private matter—entirely private. No question of anyone’s ideology arises.
Society puts its trust in controlled sex: build walls around sex—laws, police, courts. Don’t let the individual decide for himself in matters of sex. In reaction to this, some people say: we want free sex—no one should be able to impose any restriction, no rules of any kind; we want license. This, too, is a reaction—and it leads to the opposite extreme.
My own view is that we should regard sex as natural. And we should not take any “position” about it. The moment you take a position, everything becomes unnatural. Each individual’s own understanding, the felt-sense of his life, should become the guide. And I do not give guidance in small matters. My conviction is that if you have intelligence, awareness—if there is a little expansion of wisdom—then in the small matters of your life you will be able to decide for yourself. And if, in every little matter, you depend on my decision, it would mean I am holding your hand like a blind man’s cane. How long can I support you? Who can keep supporting you?
A blind man comes to me and asks, “Does the road go to the left or to the right? If I want to go to the station, where should I turn? If I want to go to the river, where should I turn?” Even if I give him detailed directions, he will still remain blind. He may perhaps learn to walk firmly on a few paths. But there are many paths in the world, and paths change every day. Sometimes you need to go to the river, sometimes to the station, sometimes to this village, sometimes to another. Situations change daily, roads change, villages change. So I will tell the blind man: Don’t ask me the way; ask me for a cure for your eyes. If your eyes become clear, wherever you are, you will find your way.
I call meditation the eye of your life.
Don’t ask me about petty things. People ask me: What should we eat? What should we not drink? Don’t waste my time with such questions. You should have eyes of your own with which to see. They will tell you what to eat and what not to eat. Nothing will come of my saying so. Even if I say, “Don’t eat this, don’t drink that,” if you are blind and full of inner darkness—if there is no capacity for awareness—you will invent tricks.
People asked Buddha, “Should we eat meat or not?” Buddha said, “To kill, to be violent, is bad; so don’t eat anything by killing any animal or bird.” And you know, all Buddhists eat meat, but they say, “We eat only what has died by itself!” Buddha said violence is sin—don’t eat anything by killing; they extracted a clever loophole: if a cow dies on its own, there is no harm in eating it, because Buddha did not say, “Don’t eat what has died on its own.”
So in China and Japan, just as in India shop signs say, “Pure ghee sold here”—and of course, if it were pure, there’d be no need to proclaim it!—in Japan and China signs read: “Here you get meat of animals that died naturally.” How so many animals die naturally is a big mystery! The whole country eats meat.
It’s a trick. You will find one. You will do what you want to do anyway—because your actions arise from your inner darkness. There’s hardly any other way around it.
Jains: Mahavira said that on certain festival and religious days you should not eat fresh green vegetables. So Jains dry their vegetables in advance and then eat them dried! And the fun goes further. I was a guest in a home during Paryushan. They brought me bananas. I asked, “You people eat bananas during Paryushan?” They said, “But this isn’t green, it’s yellow. The ban is on green!”
You will even deceive Mahavira. Deceiving is what you can do; you can do little else. Being as you are, you will find the wrong course, because you yourself are wrong.
If I say I am in favor of controlled sex, you will find loopholes in that. If I say I am in favor of free sex, you will immediately invent tricks there too. But it is you who will invent them. So I won’t tell you what I am for or against. I am for your eyes. Your eyes should open; your awareness should grow. Then your awareness itself will be the determinant. Whatever you do, do it with awareness. Whatever you do, do it mindfully, with discernment. Then the path in your life will open.
Understand me rightly. I am not in favor of giving detailed directives. All detailed directives create dependence, because then you will follow them blindly. And whenever something makes you dependent, you will also seek ways to escape it. You will find ways to wriggle out.
So I neither bind you nor force you to seek loopholes for escape. I want to give you eyes that will clarify your path. Then walk as you find right. If you walk wrongly, you will bear the fruit of it. If you walk rightly, you will bear that fruit. If you want to fall into misery, you will walk wrongly. Who am I to stop you from falling into misery? That too would be an obstruction to your freedom. And if you walk rightly, you will enjoy the bliss of it. It is up to you to see clearly the relation of cause and effect: to see clearly what you do that brings suffering, and what you do that brings joy. Then your path is clear. The quest for bliss is yours. Use your own eyes and keep walking that path. And always remember: do not ask me for guidance in petty matters. And if some guru gives you guidance in petty matters, he is no guru at all—he is only binding you and enslaving you.
Society puts its trust in controlled sex: build walls around sex—laws, police, courts. Don’t let the individual decide for himself in matters of sex. In reaction to this, some people say: we want free sex—no one should be able to impose any restriction, no rules of any kind; we want license. This, too, is a reaction—and it leads to the opposite extreme.
My own view is that we should regard sex as natural. And we should not take any “position” about it. The moment you take a position, everything becomes unnatural. Each individual’s own understanding, the felt-sense of his life, should become the guide. And I do not give guidance in small matters. My conviction is that if you have intelligence, awareness—if there is a little expansion of wisdom—then in the small matters of your life you will be able to decide for yourself. And if, in every little matter, you depend on my decision, it would mean I am holding your hand like a blind man’s cane. How long can I support you? Who can keep supporting you?
A blind man comes to me and asks, “Does the road go to the left or to the right? If I want to go to the station, where should I turn? If I want to go to the river, where should I turn?” Even if I give him detailed directions, he will still remain blind. He may perhaps learn to walk firmly on a few paths. But there are many paths in the world, and paths change every day. Sometimes you need to go to the river, sometimes to the station, sometimes to this village, sometimes to another. Situations change daily, roads change, villages change. So I will tell the blind man: Don’t ask me the way; ask me for a cure for your eyes. If your eyes become clear, wherever you are, you will find your way.
I call meditation the eye of your life.
Don’t ask me about petty things. People ask me: What should we eat? What should we not drink? Don’t waste my time with such questions. You should have eyes of your own with which to see. They will tell you what to eat and what not to eat. Nothing will come of my saying so. Even if I say, “Don’t eat this, don’t drink that,” if you are blind and full of inner darkness—if there is no capacity for awareness—you will invent tricks.
People asked Buddha, “Should we eat meat or not?” Buddha said, “To kill, to be violent, is bad; so don’t eat anything by killing any animal or bird.” And you know, all Buddhists eat meat, but they say, “We eat only what has died by itself!” Buddha said violence is sin—don’t eat anything by killing; they extracted a clever loophole: if a cow dies on its own, there is no harm in eating it, because Buddha did not say, “Don’t eat what has died on its own.”
So in China and Japan, just as in India shop signs say, “Pure ghee sold here”—and of course, if it were pure, there’d be no need to proclaim it!—in Japan and China signs read: “Here you get meat of animals that died naturally.” How so many animals die naturally is a big mystery! The whole country eats meat.
It’s a trick. You will find one. You will do what you want to do anyway—because your actions arise from your inner darkness. There’s hardly any other way around it.
Jains: Mahavira said that on certain festival and religious days you should not eat fresh green vegetables. So Jains dry their vegetables in advance and then eat them dried! And the fun goes further. I was a guest in a home during Paryushan. They brought me bananas. I asked, “You people eat bananas during Paryushan?” They said, “But this isn’t green, it’s yellow. The ban is on green!”
You will even deceive Mahavira. Deceiving is what you can do; you can do little else. Being as you are, you will find the wrong course, because you yourself are wrong.
If I say I am in favor of controlled sex, you will find loopholes in that. If I say I am in favor of free sex, you will immediately invent tricks there too. But it is you who will invent them. So I won’t tell you what I am for or against. I am for your eyes. Your eyes should open; your awareness should grow. Then your awareness itself will be the determinant. Whatever you do, do it with awareness. Whatever you do, do it mindfully, with discernment. Then the path in your life will open.
Understand me rightly. I am not in favor of giving detailed directives. All detailed directives create dependence, because then you will follow them blindly. And whenever something makes you dependent, you will also seek ways to escape it. You will find ways to wriggle out.
So I neither bind you nor force you to seek loopholes for escape. I want to give you eyes that will clarify your path. Then walk as you find right. If you walk wrongly, you will bear the fruit of it. If you walk rightly, you will bear that fruit. If you want to fall into misery, you will walk wrongly. Who am I to stop you from falling into misery? That too would be an obstruction to your freedom. And if you walk rightly, you will enjoy the bliss of it. It is up to you to see clearly the relation of cause and effect: to see clearly what you do that brings suffering, and what you do that brings joy. Then your path is clear. The quest for bliss is yours. Use your own eyes and keep walking that path. And always remember: do not ask me for guidance in petty matters. And if some guru gives you guidance in petty matters, he is no guru at all—he is only binding you and enslaving you.
Osho's Commentary
The twelfth sutra: “Ask your own innermost being, that One, the supreme mystery of life which He has kept hidden for you through the ages. The great and arduous task of conquering the cravings of the individual soul is of ages. Therefore do not expect to receive its reward until the experiences of ages have been gathered. When the time comes to learn this twelfth rule, man stands on the threshold of the superhuman state.”
“The knowledge that has now come to you has come for this reason: your soul is one with all pure souls, and one with the Supreme Essence. This knowledge is held in trust for you by the Highest. If you betray it, or misuse it, or slight it, even now it is possible that you may fall from the high place you have reached. Many who have come far fall back from the threshold because they cannot bear the burden of their responsibility and cannot move further. Therefore be alert to this moment with reverence and with fear, and be ready for battle.”
“Ask your own innermost being, that One, the supreme mystery of life which He has kept hidden for you through the ages.”
Ask the earth, ask the wind, ask the sky, ask the waters—but they are outside you, and whatever they have kept hidden is an external event. They can tell you about the Buddhas, the Tirthankaras, the Christs, the Krishnas. But the real secret is hidden within you.
Your innermost being has journeyed since the beginningless past. Infinite are its experiences. What have you not been? You were stone, you were plant, you were bird, you were animal; you were woman, you were man; you were saint, you were thief. There is no experience you have not had; no state you have not passed through. You have known hells, you have known heavens. You have known suffering’s torment and committed suicide. You have wrought destruction and violence. You have known the joy of creation; you have given birth, you have built and made. There is nothing that has not passed through you, and nothing you have not passed through. That treasure is safeguarded in your depths. Whatever you have lived, known, done—its essence is stored. The quintessence of all that experience is hidden in your deep core. Ask this too; open this too. The moment it opens, the whole mystery of life will open—because you have lived life; you are life itself.
There is nothing in this universe unfamiliar to you. But you have fallen into forgetfulness. With each new body you have created a new ego, and with each fresh ego you have become oblivious of the past. You have no idea what happened before. So you keep forgetting your own inheritance. You cannot use what you yourself have accumulated. Therefore you keep repeating the same mistakes you have made countless times.
Mahavira constantly urged his disciples toward recollection of past births. He made it foundational to his method. He said: until you remember your past life, you will continue to repeat the very mistakes you are repeating now—because you forget that you have done all this before.
You have amassed wealth many times—this is not your first occasion. And many times, having amassed wealth, you failed—and yet you are doing it again. You have built houses many times; they crumbled; today not a trace remains. Yet you build again, imagining these will last forever, as if you too will live in them forever! You have loved men and women before; all those loves went vain; you attained nothing—yet you are doing it again, thinking somehow the treasure of life will be found in relationships! You have had children before; you raised them with great ambition; all proved futile. They never fulfilled you. For one who cannot fulfill himself, how will another fulfill him? Yet you repeat the same things. You revolve like a wheel, whose spokes go down and up again, and the potter’s wheel goes on turning. Each time one spoke rises, you think some new event is happening. But you have passed through those events times without number.
So Mahavira said: turn back; remember a little of your previous births. Then you will not repeat the blunders again. You will understand that what you are doing is mere repetition, and repetition is futile; it has no meaning.
Everything is hidden within you. Nothing is lost. Whatever has once come within your awareness has become part of you. This is so. Beyond even this, a greater thing is hidden within you: the origin of this world. You were a witness at the beginning—because you never began. You belong to that which never begins. Universes arise and dissolve; they come and go. But you are a ray of that consciousness which is present at the moment a universe begins—indeed, it should be said, which brings the universe into being—and which remains witness when the universe is dissolved. Consciousness is never destroyed. You are part of that supreme consciousness. You know the moment of the birth of creation, because you gave it birth—you were a participant. That event is hidden in your deepest core. You go about asking people, “Who created the world?” You have no idea that you too are a participant in its creation.
But you will know this only by going within. The end of the world is hidden within you as well—because you yourself wrote this story. You are the author of this play. That supremely esoteric secret, too, abides within you. You are afraid of death because you do not know that at your center is the immortal nectar. You tremble before trifles; whereas nothing can make you tremble—nothing can frighten you—because nothing can annihilate you. But that is hidden within you.
This sutra says, “Ask your own innermost being, that One, the supreme mystery of life which He has kept hidden for you through the ages.”
Ask your own self.
Maharshi Ramana based his whole method on this one formula. He said there is only one sadhana: Ask, “Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?” He said: With all your might, dedicating your whole life-energy, breath by breath, hair by hair, keep asking one question inside: “Who am I?” And keep asking; do not answer—because the answers you give will all be false. Let the answer come; don’t you give it—because you answer too quickly. Your quick answers are all false, for your answers are in your head before the question has truly ripened.
People come to me and say, “We ask, ‘Who am I? Who am I?’ Then the answer comes: I am the soul; I am the Supreme Brahman.”
It doesn’t come that fast. You read that in some book; you learned it from some scripture. You knew it before you began asking! Then why ask? Of whom are you asking? If you already know “I am the soul,” what is there to ask?
No—the answers that arise from memory won’t do. Answers from your skull won’t do. The answer that comes from your innermost being is very different. It will sound as if someone else is speaking, not you. The difference will be clear: you are asking; someone else is speaking. That voice won’t be yours; those words won’t be yours; that sound won’t be yours. It will be unfamiliar from all sides.
That is why fakirs, Sufis, devotees have said: we asked, and God replied. No God is replying. Your innermost being replies—because there you are God. But the voice is so unfamiliar, a voice you have never heard; it matches none of your usual words; it has no connection with your lips; it does not arise from your throat; it has nothing to do with your memory or intellect. It seems to come from very far away, from beyond. Hence it has seemed to all that someone else is answering. No one else answers. The answer arises from your inner soul. But you have become so distant from yourself, so far removed, that your own answer sounds like another’s answer.
Ask, “Who am I?” But do not answer. Put all your energy into the asking; save not a drop for answering—because your answer has no value. Your answer will be either read or heard, borrowed from rishis and sages, scriptures and conditioning. It is dust that has settled on you from outside; it has no worth. Ask in such a way that you are left with no answer at all, that in the very process of asking all your answers fall away and only the question remains. And the day only the question remains, it will begin to pierce within like an arrow—because when there are no answers to block it on the circumference, you begin to journey inward.
Therefore, before the supreme knowing, all your knowings have to be dropped—your learned knowledge. Before the supreme knowing can happen, all scriptures have to be floated down the river. All burdens have to be laid aside; all doctrines relinquished—because anything that came from outside cannot take you within.
If you become capable of asking a pure question, and your whole life-energy is conscripted into that one inquiry—Who am I?—and there is no hurry to answer, not even the inclination; rather, it is clear you do not know, so how could you answer—then one day you will find your question has become a boat carrying you toward your innermost being; you have set out on the inner journey. A moment will come when, asking and asking, the question itself will drop—because on the circumference where the answers are useless, the corresponding question too cannot be meaningful.
This is a little subtle. If the answers of a given level are useless, will the question of that level be meaningful?
But first the answers fall. Your knowledge falls, and you become ignorant. In ignorance the question remains; answers do not. Then your ignorance, too, will fall; the question will also drop. Asking and asking—after all answers have fallen—suddenly one day the question no longer arises within. You even want to manufacture it, but it no longer forms; you become empty. Who am I? Who am I? Asking and asking, emptiness blossoms. In that very emptiness, for the first time, your inner voice will manifest, and you will hear the answer.
It sounds paradoxical: As long as you are asking, the answer will not come. When asking too falls away, the answer comes. But don’t say, “Then what is the need to ask? Let me close my eyes right now and the answer will come!” As of now, even if you say you are not asking, you are still asking. It won’t happen. Questions are helpful in moving away from the periphery.
Exactly like this: if a thorn gets embedded, we remove it with another thorn. What do you do with the second thorn? Do you keep it in the wound? You throw it away too. Right now your mind is full of answers; therefore Ramana says, ask. Use the thorn of inquiry to pull out the thorn of borrowed knowledge. Then what will you do with the second thorn? It helped so much—shall you keep it carefully? When you are free of knowledge, why cling to ignorance? One who is ready to drop knowledge—will he be attached to ignorance? One who could throw away all that trash—“I am the soul, I am Brahman, aham brahmasmi”—will he cling to the question “Who am I?” A moment will come when he will drop that too. Both thorns will be gone.
Knowledge is a thorn, ignorance is a thorn. When neither knowledge nor ignorance remains, supreme knowing becomes available; prajna flowers. Then you will know “I am Brahman.” But then you will know—experience. It will be your own realization, your direct seeing. Now no power in the world can take this experience from you.
Earlier, your “knowledge” that “I am Brahman” could be toppled by a child’s question. He could say, “All right, if you are Brahman, here is a stone—make it disappear.” You would be in trouble; your knowledge would get entangled. He could say, “It isn’t the season for blossoms—bring flowers to this tree, O Brahman.”
A Jain monk comes to me. His only trouble is this: he believes he has attained kevalya—absolute knowledge. But there’s a hitch. In Jain scriptures it is said that one who attains kevalya becomes trikalajna—knower of the three times. So anyone can put him in a fix. He says, “I have attained kevalya.” They ask, “And knowledge of all three times?” So he comes to me: “This is a big problem. Is knowledge of the three times absolutely necessary for kevalya? Can there be kevalya without being trikalajna? I have attained kevalya, but people put me in a spot. They ask, ‘O kevalin, what is in my closed fist?’ Then I get into trouble. Please explain in some way that one can have kevalya-jnana without being trikalajna.”
Now, he has attained kevalya by reading the scripture! And in the same scripture it is written that trikalajna he must be. He cannot deny that. I tell him: You would do better to regard yourself as ignorant. Don’t hurry about kevalya. The day kevalya happens, you will not come to me for testimony, for a certificate—“Please write that I have attained kevalya, and that knowledge of the three times is not necessary.” When it is your realization, all such issues vanish. If you do attain without being trikalajna, you will simply say, “Fine—trikalajna I am not; kevalya I have.” What need to convince another? If you try to convince, he will raise questions and arguments, and then you will have to answer them—then the difficulties begin.
Often those whose minds are a bit disturbed attain “kevalya” and “Brahman-knowledge” very quickly. It takes no time. These are symptoms of madness; they need treatment. They should be kept in a psychiatric hospital. The delusion arises out of ego.
The sutra says: “The great and arduous task of conquering the cravings of the soul is of ages.”
It doesn’t happen in a single instant. Many come to me saying, “Our kundalini has awakened!” Some goddess touched them and, lo, the kundalini rose! “And what else happened?” “Nothing else; everything is as it was.” There is a goddess in Bombay—whoever goes to her, ten or twenty-five at a time—all become enlightened! She has turned about twenty-five people into Buddhas, just like that! Ask these Buddhas: “What else happened?” “Nothing else—just that we became Buddhas!”—because she has declared that you have attained.
Man is so eager for the cheap that if someone says, “It has happened,” he believes—he wants to believe. Life is not so cheap. There is tapas of ages, labor of ages, wandering of ages—only then does even a little fall into your hands. And even that—only a little.
This sutra says: Even after doing everything, one who has reached the threshold—the door of the divine—can still fall back.
A small mistake, and the door that stood before you can be lost for ages. The nearer you come to the goal, the more dangerous mistakes become. When you are far from the destination, there is less fear of going astray—how much further can you get? The closer you come, each step becomes critical: a single misstep and you may miss the goal. The stakes grow high. Responsibility increases. Greater awareness is needed. Nearness brings greater difficulty. But people “arrive” without ever traveling—someone gives them a notion, and they are satisfied!
In America there is a gentleman. A letter from his disciple reached me: many have told him he is “accomplished,” and two or three “wise men” from India have even sent him certificates that he has attained; only your certificate is needed.
What madness! And those who wrote such certificates have thereby proved that they too have not attained. Is attainment a matter of certification? Is there any need to ask anyone? Will someone else decide you have arrived? And even after arriving, will you still await another’s decision?
But man wants to become something without doing anything. And nowhere is it as easy to “become” without doing as in religion. Everywhere else, you will have to do something before something becomes possible. In religion it seems you can just “be”—no obstacle, no test, nothing can stop you.
Remember: as meditation deepens and samadhi draws near, responsibility increases; so does danger. Earlier, any mistake made little difference—you were so lost already! How much further could you wander? But now, a slip of an inch and you may lose a thousand miles. Now a tiny shift of direction and you may go astray. Many at the threshold stumble and fall. And if even a faint line of ego remains near the goal, that ego will mislead you. It will announce “samadhi” before samadhi; it will declare “meditation” before meditation. And the moment you think you have arrived, the journey stops.
“The knowledge that has now come to you has come for this reason: your soul is one with all pure souls and one with the Supreme. This knowledge is held in trust for you by the Highest. If you betray it, misuse it, or slight it, even now you may fall from the high place you have reached.”
I see this daily: as people come close, the ego makes its last assault. Yesterday it was the ego of wealth, the ego of status; then it becomes the ego of meditation: “I am a meditator.” The moment this ego asserts itself, you are betraying, misusing, slighting—and it is possible you will be thrown back.
“Many who have come far fall back from the threshold because they cannot bear the burden of their responsibility and cannot move further. Therefore be alert to this moment with reverence and with fear, and be ready for battle.”
“Alert with reverence and with fear”—this needs a little understanding. What does it mean? Why place reverence and fear together? They seem opposites—how can one who is reverent be fearful, and how can one who is fearful be reverent? But their purposes are distinct; they are present in two different dimensions, not to be harmonized into one.
Reverence toward the future; fear of falling back into the past. Reverence for moving forward; fear that you may slip backward. Two different directions—so they can coexist. Keep a constant fear that you can still fall back. If fear is present, you will remain alert. If you hear the voice of ego anywhere, become afraid—now you can be pulled back; the bridge is not entirely gone; the road back still exists. You can still take it.
And reverence toward the future—complete trust in what is ahead. No trust in the past. If these two stay in your awareness—that much remains to happen; all has not yet happened, this sense with regard to the future; and the past is gone but not absolutely gone, return is still possible, the roads remain, and a small mistake can send you far back—then you will be rightly poised.
Climbing is very hard; descending is not. In a single instant you can fall inconceivably far. To rise takes ages. That is the fear. And toward the future—perfect faith, hope. Keep these two in mind.