Hollywood

Osho, I love you, but these questions you are making up are too much -- so I must ask one, not that I am curious, but what is this hollywood business?

The question is from Devesh. He will not ask unless he is really in difficulty, so I have to answer. He is not the one to ask just because of curiosity. His sleep must be disturbed. It must be haunting his mind. He must have brooded over it for many days, because this is nothing new, this Hollywood business: it is already very old news. A few things: first. you know journalists.... All over the world that is the worst profession a person can choose and then Indian journalists.... I cannot stand two types of persons: the journalist and the professor and unfortunately I have been both in my life maybe that's why I cannot stand them. So it is a fiction created by journalists. Maybe Laxmi was talking to them and she may have said something which could have been interpreted as if I were going to Hollywood. Maybe…

Osho! I feel that in your ideas, in your vision, there is the power to liberate this country from its ancient stagnation and orthodoxy and set it upon the path of progress. But the difficulty is that the intellectuals and journalists here treat you as untouchable and dismiss your ideas as useless raving. It is deeply disheartening. Kindly guide me.

Shvetaketu came back stiff with pride. He was young and returned with a mountain of scriptures on his head. He had earned gold medals in every subject, came home laden with honors. His father, Uddalaka, saw him from afar at the gate—saw his swagger and pride. The father felt great pain, because this was not why he had sent him to the gurukul. He had sent him to become wise. Instead he was returning utterly ignorant—stuffed with information. He was bringing back mountains of information. But no one becomes wise through information! Information is counterfeit coin—borrowed, stale, not one’s own, someone else’s. The father grew anxious; tears rolled from his eyes. Shvetaketu bowed at his feet, but only his body bowed; the father could see that his life had not bowed, because in his mind he knew he was now more knowledgeable than his father. Uddalaka asked, “Son, why this…

Beloved Osho, why have misleading labels like "sex guru" and "guru of the rich" been attached to your name? Is there a conspiracy behind keeping you encircled by misconceptions?

The public wants whatever is sensational. Newspapers are ready to print it. They are afraid to print against those who hold power, because power will harass them. If someone holds a high political office, even the truth against him cannot be printed. I have no power in my hands. I cannot harm anyone. Whatever falsehood one wants to print about me can be printed. But lies have no life in them. And slowly, all over the world, people have begun to understand that there is certainly a conspiracy against me. Just a week ago, the wife of one of my sannyasins, Vimalakirti, was here. Vimalakirti is the great-grandson of Germany’s last emperor. He was my sannyasin; his wife is also my sannyasin. He attained death in sannyas. His father, his mother, his brother, were all present at his passing. From the very first day the doctors had said there was…

Question: BELOVED OSHO, WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? My God! My business? I am busy without business. I have heard.... One Sunday morning a hippie-type young man with long hair entered the biggest church of New York. It was very early; the people of the congregation had not started to come, but the bishop was there. Looking at this man, he asked, "Who are you? And what is your business to be here?" The hippie-type person laughed, and he said, "Can't you recognize me? I am Jesus Christ." And of course, Jesus Christ must have looked like a hippie -- there is a similarity. Perhaps he was the first hippie. It is no coincidence that hippies go on turning into Jesus freaks; they have found the way.