Siddhas

Osho, many stories are told about saints and siddhas that when they were pleased with someone, they would shower them with abuses. From Paramahansa Ramakrishna’s mouth many abuses would come—at every turn, abuses. The same is notably true in the life of the renowned music master Alauddin Khan. Would you kindly shed some light on this?

Anand Maitreya, whether a true Master sings a song or hurls an abuse, his aim is always one: by what means can your ego be erased. If it dissolves through song, he will sing; if through abuse, he will abuse. Neither the abuse has any value nor the song; both are means, devices. The whole endeavor of the true Master is this alone: how the rock of your ego may be shattered to pieces. For this reason Ramakrishna would sometimes pat your back, sometimes shower you with abuses. And this is not only with Ramakrishna; it is so with many realized ones. Sai Baba of Shirdi would abuse, throw stones, run after people with a stick. People thought he had gone deranged. He was not. As his death drew near, he abused more, threw more stones, ran more to beat. People thought the madness had reached its peak. Not so.…

Question: THE ROYAL SONG OF SARAHA I BOW DOWN TO NOBLE MANJUSRI I BOW DOWN TO HIM WHO HAS CONQUERED THE FINITE AS CALM WATER LASHED BY WIND TURNS INTO WAVES AND ROLLERS, SO THE KING THINKS OF SARAHA IN MANY WAYS, ALTHOUGH ONE MAN. TO A FOOL WHO SQUINTS ONE LAMP IS AS TWO, WHERE SEEN AND SEER ARE NOT TWO, AH! THE MIND WORKS ON THE THINGNESS OF THEM BOTH. THOUGH THE HOUSE-LAMPS HAVE BEEN LIT, THE BLIND LIVE ON IN THE DARK. THOUGH SPONTANEITY IS ALL-ENCOMPASSING AND CLOSE, TO THE DELUDED IT REMAINS ALWAYS FAR AWAY. THOUGH THERE MAY BE MANY RIVERS, THEY ARE ONE IN THE SEA, THOUGH THERE MAY BE MANY LIES, ONE TRUTH WILL CONQUER ALL. WHEN ONE SUN APPEARS, THE DARK, HOWEVER DEEP, WILL VANISH. Saraha's original name was'Rahul', the name given by his father.

Osho, I like you very, very much. In your love, nothing comes to me except to weep. How can I express that love! And, strangely, I often babble nonsense against you; sometimes I even swear at you. What is this?

I have heard: a great architect, a master craftsman, when a ship went down, swam to an unknown island. He was alone. No one was there. He was highly skilled, and he had nothing else to do. The trees were laden with fruit, so there was no shortage of food. There was wood in the forest. There were beautiful stones. Slowly, with nothing else to occupy him, he began to build. He built houses. He built shops. He built churches. Years later—some twenty years—when his whole town had come into being, a ship finally touched shore. The craftsman said to the passengers, to the captain, “Before we leave, before I board the ship, come—at least see what I have built!” He showed them around. Everything was fine, but people were very surprised: he had built two churches. They asked, “What will you do with two churches? One church is understandable.”…

Someone asked Anand Tirth, “If Osho were to tell you to commit suicide, would you do it?” Anand Tirth replied, “It would be my good fortune that he considered me worthy of that. If he were to say so, I would commit suicide immediately.”

When a person is loved so much that someone feels it would be their good fortune to die at his word, then a few abuses are also necessary—otherwise the meal becomes tasteless. It needs a little salt. Pure sugar creates diabetes. Not only sweet—now and then the bitter gourd is enjoyable too. So people also send a few dishes of bitter gourd. As far as I am concerned, I am delighted even with that. You too should begin to be delighted by it. And there is a law of this world: everything is kept in balance. If so many people love me, if so many are my friends, then just as many will be filled with anger toward me, and just as many will behave with enmity. Only then can balance be maintained; otherwise it cannot be. This world is like a tightrope on which an acrobat walks, constantly weighing…