The Osho
Upanishad
Chapter 1. The
mystery school: an encounter with the miraculous
Question 1:
Beloved Osho,
Could you please explain exactly what the
work of the mystery school is?
My beloved ones...
You are blessed to be here
today, because we are starting a new series of talks between the master and the
disciple.
It is not only a birth of a new
book, it is also a declaration of a new phase. Today, this moment: 7:00 pm,
Saturday, the sixteenth of August of the year 1986 - one
day this moment will be remembered as a historical moment, and you are blessed
because you are participating in it. You are creating it; without you it cannot
happen.
Books can be written, can be
dictated to a machine, but what I am going to start is totally different.
It is an UPANISHAD.
Long forgotten, one of the most
beautiful words in any language, a very living word, 'upanishad' means sitting
at the feet of the master. It says nothing more: just to be in the presence of
the master, just to allow him to take you in, in his own light, in his own
blissfulness, in his own world.
And that's exactly the work of
a mystery school.
The master has got it. The
disciple also has got it, but the master knows and the disciple is fast asleep.
The whole work of a mystery
school is in how to bring consciousness to the disciple, how to wake him up,
how to allow him to be himself, because the whole world is trying to make him somebody
else.
There, nobody is interested in
you, in your potential, in your reality, in your being. Everybody has his own
vested interest, even those who love you. Don't be angry at them; they are as
much victims as you are. They are as unconscious as you are. They think what
they are doing is love; what they are really doing is destructive. And love can
never be destructive.
Either love is or is not. But
love brings with it all possibilities of creativity, all dimensions of
creativity.
It brings with it freedom, and
the greatest freedom in the world is that a person should be allowed to be
himself.
But neither the parents nor the
neighbors nor the educational system nor the church nor the political
leadership - nobody wants you to be yourself because that
is the most dangerous thing for them.
People who are themselves
cannot be enslaved. They have tasted freedom, you cannot drag them back into
slavery.
So it is better not to allow
them to taste freedom, their own being, their potential, their possibility,
their future, their genius. Their whole life they will grope in darkness,
asking for guidance from other blind people, asking for answers from those who
know nothing about existence, who know nothing about themselves. But they are
pretenders - they are called leaders, preachers, saints,
mahatmas.
They themselves don't know who
they are.
But there are these cunning
people all around, exploiting the simple, the innocent, poisoning their minds
with beliefs of which they themselves are not certain.
The function of a mystery
school is that the master - speaking or in silence, looking at you or
making a gesture, or just sitting with closed eyes - manages
to create a certain field of energy. And if you are receptive, if you are
available, if you are ready to go on the journey of the unknown, something
clicks and you are no more the old person.
You have seen something which
before you had only heard about - and hearing about it does not create
conviction but creates doubt. Because it is so mysterious... it is not logical, it is not rational, it is
not intellectual.
But once you have seen it, once
you have been showered by the energy of the master, a new being is born. Your
old life is finished.
There is a beautiful story... A great king, Prasenjita, had come to see
Gautam Buddha. And while they were conversing, just in the middle an old
Buddhist sannyasin - he must have been seventy - five years old - came
to touch the feet of Gautam Buddha. He said, "Please forgive me. I should
not interrupt the dialogue that is going on between you two, but my time... I have to reach the other village before
sunset. If I don't start now I will not be able to reach there." The
Buddhist monks don't travel at night. "And I could not go without touching
your feet because one knows nothing about tomorrow; whether I will be able
again to touch your feet or not is uncertain. This may be the last time. So
please, you both forgive me. I will not delay your conversation."
Gautam Buddha said, "Just
one question: How old are you?" Strange... out of context.
And the man said, "I am
not very old - just four years."
King Prasenjita could not
believe it - a seventy - five year old man cannot be four
years old! He might be seventy, he might be eighty, there is no problem. It is
difficult to judge; different people grow old at a different pace. But four
years is too much! In four years nobody can grow to be seventy - five years
old.
Buddha said, "Go with my
blessings."
Prasenjita said, "You have
created a problem for me by asking an unnecessary question. Do you think this
man is four years old?"
Buddha said, "Now I will
explain it to you. It was not unnecessary, it was not without a proper context.
It was for you that I was
asking him - really I was creating a question in you - because you were talking nonsense. You were
asking stupid questions. I wanted some relevant question to come out of you.
"Now, this is relevant.
Yes, he is four years old because our way of counting the age is from the day a
person allows the master, allows his total being to be transformed, not holding
back anything.
His seventy - one years were
simply a wastage; he has lived only four years. And I think you will understand
that your sixty years have been sheer wastage unless you are reborn. And there
is only one way to be reborn, and that is to come in contact, in deep communion
with someone who has arrived. Then the real life begins."
A mystery school teaches how to
live. Its whole science is the art of living. Naturally it includes many
things, because life is multi - dimensional. But you must understand the first
step: being totally receptive, open.
People are like closed houses - you
cannot find even a single window open, no fresh breeze passes through those
houses. Roses are standing outside but cannot release their fragrance into the
house.
The sun comes every day, knocks
on the doors, and goes back; the doors are absolutely deaf. They are not
available for fresh air, they are not available for fresh rays, they are not
available for fresh perfumes, they are not available for anything. They are not
houses, they are graves.
An upanishad contains in itself
the whole philosophy of a school of mystery.
THE UPANISHADS don't belong to
Hindus; they don't belong to any other religion either. THE UPANISHADS are the
outpourings of absolutely individual realized beings to the disciples.
There are four steps to be
understood.
First, the student: he comes to
a master but never reaches to a master; he reaches only to a teacher.
It may be the same man, but the
student is not there to be transformed, to be reborn. He is there to learn a
little more knowledge. He wants to become a little more knowledgeable. He has
questions but those questions are just intellectual, they are not existential.
They are not his life concern, it is not a question of life and death. This
type of person may go from one master to another master collecting words,
theories, systems, philosophies. He may become very proficient, he may become a
great pundit, but he knows nothing.
This is something to be
understood. There is a knowledge: you can have as much as you want.
Yet you will remain ignorant.
And there is an ignorance which is really innocence: you do not know anything,
but still you have come to the place where everything is known. So there is a
knowledge which is ignorant, and an ignorance which is wisdom.
The student is interested in
knowledge.
But sometimes it happens: you
may come to a master as a student, just out of curiosity, and you may be caught
in his charisma, you may be caught by his eyes, you may be caught by his
heartbeat.
You had come as a student but
you are turning to the second stage - you are becoming a disciple.
The student unnecessarily goes
from one place to another place, from one scripture to another scripture. He
collects much, but it is all garbage.
Once he comes out of the cocoon
of studentship and becomes a disciple, then the wandering stops; then he is
getting in tune with the master. He is being transformed without his knowing.
He will know it only later on, that things are changing. The same situations
that he had faced in the past he faces now with a totally different response.
Doubts are disappearing,
rationality seems to be a child's game. Life is much more, so much more that it
cannot be contained in words. As he becomes a disciple he starts hearing
something which is not said - between the words... between the sentences... in the pauses when the master suddenly stops...
but the communication continues.
A disciple is a great
improvement upon the student.
In the past, in the days of THE
UPANISHADS, those mystery schools that existed in India were called gurukula. A
significant word - it means 'the family of the master'. It is not
an ordinary school, a college or a university. It is not a question of just
learning; it is a question of being in love. You are not supposed to be in love
with your university teacher.
But in a gurukula where THE
UPANISHADS flowered, it was a family of love. The question of learning was
secondary, the question of being was important. How much you know is not the
point; how much you are is the point. And the master is not interested in
feeding your bio - computer, the mind. He is not going to increase your memory
because that is of no use. That can be done by a machine, and the machine can
do it better than you.
I have heard about a computer.
The computer was fed with all kinds of astrological knowledge. And the
scientist who worked for years on the computer, filling it with all possible
knowledge of astrology, naturally wanted to ask the first question himself. And
he wanted to ask a question which was really difficult. Apparently it was a
simple question: he asked the computer, "Now you are ready. Can you tell
me where my father is?"
The computer said, "It is
better if you don't know."
He said, "What? Why should
it be better if I don't know?"
The computer said, "Don't
insist... but if you want to know, it is
not my problem. Your father has gone fishing."
The man said, "Nonsense.
My father has been dead for three years. So my whole work is wasted!"
And the computer laughed. It
said, "Don't be sad, your work is not lost. The man who died three years
ago was not your father. Go and ask your mother! Your father has gone fishing,
he must be coming back. He is your neighbor."
But even a computer can do
things which the human memory cannot do. A single computer can contain a whole
library. There is no need for you to read; you can just ask the computer and it
will give the answer. And it is only very rarely that things will go wrong, if
the electricity goes off or the battery runs down.
The master is not interested in
making you into a computer. His interest is in making you a light unto
yourself, an authentic being, an immortal being - not
just knowledge, not what others have said, but your experience.
As the disciple comes closer
and closer to the master, there comes another point of transformation - the
disciple becomes, at a point, a devotee. There is a beauty in all these steps.
To become a disciple was a
great revolution, but nothing compared with becoming a devotee. At what point
does the disciple turn and become a devotee? He is so much nourished by the
energy of the master, by his light, by his love, by his laughter, just by his
sheer presence - and he cannot give anything in return. There
is nothing that he can give in return. A moment comes when he starts feeling so
immensely grateful that he simply bows down his head to the feet of the master.
He has nothing else to give except himself. From that moment, he is almost a
part of the master. He is in a deep synchronicity with the heart of the master.
This is gratitude, gratefulness.
And the fourth stage is that he
becomes one with the master.
There is a story about Rinzai.
He was living with his master for almost twenty years, and one day he came and
sat in the seat of the master. The master came; he looked at Rinzai sitting in
his seat.
He simply went and sat where
Rinzai used to sit. Nothing was said, but everything was understood.
Everybody was puzzled - ?what
is happening?" Finally Rinzai said to the master, "Are you not
offended? Have I insulted you? Have I shown ungratefulness in any way?"
Rinzai laughed. He said,
"Now you have become a master. You have come home; from the student to
disciplehood, from disciplehood to devotion, and from devotion to mastery. I am
immensely pleased that now you can share my work. I need not come every day
now; I know somebody else is there with the same aura, with the same perfume.
"In fact, you have been very
lazy. This should have happened three months before; you cannot deceive me. For
three months I have been feeling that this man is unnecessarily holding my
feet.
He can sit on the seat, and for
a change I can hold his feet. It took three months for you to gather
courage."
Rinzai said, "My God, I
was thinking nobody knew about it, that it was just inside me. And you are
giving me the exact date of when it started. Yes, it has been three months. I
have been lazy and I have not been courageous enough. I was always thinking
that this is not right, it doesn't look right."
The master said, "If you
had waited one day more I was going to hit you on your head. Three months is
enough time to decide, and you were not deciding... and existence has decided."
An upanishad is a mystery
school.
And we are entering into an
upanishad today.
I was a teacher in the
university. I left the university for the simple reason that it stops at the
first step. No university requires you to become a disciple; the question of
being a devotee or a master simply does not arise. And there are temples which,
without making you a student or a disciple, simply enforce devotion on you - which
is going to be false, without roots. And there are devotees in churches all
over the world, in synagogues, in temples: not knowing anything about
disciplehood, they have become disciples, they have become devotees.
A mystery school is a very
systematic encounter with the miraculous.
And the miraculous is all
around you, within and without both. Just a system is needed. The master simply
provides a system to enter slowly into deeper waters, and ultimately to enter a
stage where you disappear into the ocean; you become the ocean itself.
Question 2:
Beloved Osho,
If the search is to know who I am, I must
be taking a wrong turn. Through witnessing, I am losing all the ways I had of
defining myself: I'm not what I do, I'm not the personality who does them. I
feel as if I know less and less who I am; I don't seem to have a permanent face
any more. I feel more like a cloud - spacious and light - than
anything else.
Would you please say something?
It is not a wrong turn. You are
on the right path.
Your personality, your actions,
your thoughts, your mind, your emotions - none
of them is your reality.
So naturally one who goes in
search of himself finds himself in this strange position, that every day he
becomes less and less instead of becoming more and more.
The logical mind says,
"What are you doing? You have been searching for yourself and all that is
happening is that you are losing all those things that you used to think are
yourself. You must be taking a wrong turn. Come back! The old way was better.
You could collect more thoughts and become more. You could cultivate a better
personality, more polished. You could rise in the world of ambitions and you
would have been something - a president, a prime minister, a
celebrity." That seems to be the right path to the logical mind.
But remember, the logical mind
is continually going to deprive you of the right direction. The right direction
is bound to be that you will become less and less, because all that is false
will be understood as false. A moment will come when you will know that
everything is false. You are just a witness, at the most, a point of
witnessing. But this is only half the journey.
Before knowing the truth, one
has to know the false - because we live in the false. So we have to
know it, we have to drop it, and we have to be empty of the false, utterly
empty, so that the truth of our being can fill the space. There will be a gap,
a very small gap... but it will look
like eternity.
When the false leaves you and
the real comes in there is a little gap, a fragment of a second. But because of
the emptiness it looks as if eternity has passed. And those are the moments
when the master, when the family of the master, can be of immense help. Just
the presence of the master is enough proof: "Don't get frustrated. Learn
to wait and learn to be patient. If it can happen to one man, it can happen to
all."
And the family will provide
every support, because each one of them will be at a different stage.
Somebody will be just in the
same position as you are; somebody may have passed beyond it, and just holding
his hand you will feel the warmth, the love, the compassion. Just being in the
school - which is full of the presence of the master - will
give you courage.
It was not without purpose that
mystery schools were opened. The reason was that alone the journey becomes at
many points very arduous.
I am reminded of a story of
Gautam Buddha.
He is traveling with his
disciple, Ananda. They are tired. They want to reach the next town before
sunset; they are rushing as fast as possible. But Buddha has become old, and
Ananda himself is older than Buddha. They are worried that perhaps they will
have to stay in the forest for the night, they will not be able to reach to the
nearby town.
They ask an old man, a farmer
who is working in his field, "How far is the town?"
And the old man says, "Not
very far. Don't be worried. It is just two miles, at the most. You will reach."
Buddha smiles. The old man smiles. Ananda could not understand: "What is
going on?"
Two miles have passed. There is
no town yet, and they are more tired. An old woman is collecting wood and
Ananda asks her, "How far is the village?"
And she says, "Not more
than two miles. You have already reached, don't be worried." Buddha
laughs. The old woman laughs. And Ananda looks at both: "What is this
laughter?" And after two miles still there is no town.
They ask a third man, and again
the same question and the same situation.
And Ananda drops his bag and he
says, "I am not going to move any more. I am so tired. And it seems we are
never going to cross these two miles. Three times we believed... but one question arises in my mind continually...
"
Living with Buddha for forty
years... he has learned how to live with
such a man, not to ask him unnecessary questions. But he said, "Now if it
is unnecessary or necessary, I don't care. One thing you have to tell me - why
were you laughing when that old man said, 'Two miles, just two miles - you
have not to go more than that'? And again you laughed with that old woman, and
she also smiled, and again with the third person the same thing happened. What
was this laugh? What was transpiring between you people? You don't know them,
they don't know you."
Buddha said, "Our
profession is the same. When I laughed, they laughed. they understood that this
man belongs to the same kind of profession, where you have to keep people
encouraged: 'Just two miles, just a little more.'"
He said, "For my whole
life I have been doing that. People finally reach, but if from the very
beginning you tell them 'fifteen miles' they will drop then and there. But by
'two miles' and 'two miles' they will pass two hundred miles.
"And I laughed at those
people because I know this village, I have visited this village. I know it is
not two miles. But I kept quiet because you were so eager to know how far it
was. I knew that we were not going to make it. But what was the harm? - you
could ask them.
"You can understand a deep
phenomenon of human psychology. These people are compassionate people: they
were not lying, they were simply encouraging you. The first old man pushed you
two miles, the second old woman pushed you two miles. The third man also pushed
you two miles; you just needed a few more people and you would reach the town!
But now you have dropped your bag.
It is okay, we can stay here
under this big tree. The town is still... NOT two miles!"
The mystery school helps you
not to be alone in a search which is basically lonely, helps you to keep
courage in a search which is unpredictable.
But the master... his authority, his love - you
cannot believe that your master would be lying. But there are even higher
values. If I can help you to reach to the ultimate goal by just lying a little
I will not hesitate, I will lie. Because I know you will forgive me; not only
forgive me, you will be grateful that I lied for you. If I had told you the
truth, perhaps you would have stopped.
The journey is long, it is
tedious.
Everything has to be dropped,
taken away.
This is possible only when
somebody you love, somebody you are devoted to, somebody you trust, says,
"Don't be bothered. The things that you are dropping are not real, and
unless you drop them you will not find the real."
All that is unreal has to be
dropped. You have to come to a point of utter nakedness where you don't have
anything - no personality, no name, no fame, no face - because all faces are different masks that you
have been using on different occasions.
You can see it. Just sit by the
side of the road, see the people on Juhu Beach. You can tell from far away
whether a couple is married or not. How can you say? The married man looks as
if he has been beaten the whole day, and is now somehow trying to reach home
and fall on his bed and forget the whole nightmare. But he cannot show that
face to his wife. When he looks at his wife he smiles, runs to bring the ice
cream - although he is cursing in his mind, "This
woman is a hell!" But he is presenting ice cream to the hell... or bhal puri...
But if he is with somebody
else's wife then you can see - his eyes have a shine, he looks younger.
He looks beautiful, he looks so
energetic. You can just sit down and note the people who are passing - who
is married and who is unmarried, who is going with somebody else's wife.
Different masks...
When you are with your beloved
you have a different face; when you are with your wife you have a different
face. Strange. When you are with your master, the boss, you have one face; when
you are with your servant you have another face.
With the boss you go on moving
your tail - which does not exist at all, but it moves.
With your servant you don't behave as if he is a human being. Have you ever
said to your servant, "Good morning"
or "Good night"? No,
the servant is not human. He can go on passing through your room and you don't
even take note of it, that anybody has passed.
These masks will fall down, and
behind these masks is just your skeleton. It creates fear. But behind the
skeleton is your real face, your original face. But you will have to pass
through all this agony before you can feel ecstasy. Everybody wants to feel
ecstasy, but nobody wants to go through the agony. Agony is the price - you
will have to pay for it.
Alone it will be very
difficult, but when there is a school and many people are passing through
different phases they can help each other.
And every mystery school can
exist only in one way, and that is that they have a living master. Once the
living master is gone the mystery school disperses. That's why you don't see
mystery schools becoming religions.
There were mystery schools around
Gautam Buddha, but that mystery school dispersed. What is now known as Buddhism
has nothing to do with his mystic teachings. It is the knowledgeable people,
the students, the scholars, the researchers, who have combined all his
teachings, compiled, edited them. They have done a great job, but the soul is
missing.
It happened on Charles Darwin's
last birthday. He was very old and everybody was thinking that perhaps this was
the last birthday, so all friends and colleagues gathered to celebrate it. The
children of the neighborhood also wanted to contribute to the celebration, and
they did a great job.
Charles Darwin's whole life was
spent in studying insects, animals, birds, because he was in search of how
evolution has happened and what the stages are.
The children played a trick on
him. They caught many kinds of insects, cut those insects into different parts
and made a new insect - somebody's head, somebody's legs, somebody's
body - no such insect exists anywhere. They glued it
perfectly well, made it ready, and when the party was on they entered, placed
the insect before Charles Darwin and said, "People are afraid that you are
not going to live long. We are also afraid, because you have not studied this
insect up to now. There is no reference to this insect in your books."
He looked at the insect; he
could not believe it. Such a thing he had never come across! And these
neighborhood boys, from where did they get it? Then he looked from this side
and that side, and those children were hilarious... and they asked, "Can you tell us the name
of this insect?"
He said, "Yes. It is a
humbug."
All religious scriptures are
humbugs - perfectly glued.
And those who don't have any
experience of truth of their own cannot find what is missing in them - because to find what is missing you must know
it.
A mystery school comes into
existence with a master, and disappears.
And that's how it should be.
In nature, in existence,
everything that is real... A roseflower
opens itself in the morning and by the evening it is gone. Only plastic flowers
remain; they remain forever.
Becoming part of a mystery
school is a great benediction. It is very difficult to find a mystery school,
to find people who are searching and not imposing themselves on each other, but
only helping each other if the need is there. If there is no need, even help
can become a hindrance.
You are absolutely on the right
path. You have not taken any wrong turn. Just go on dissolving all that is
false. It is beautiful to feel like a cloud, beautiful to feel like just a
witness.
These are the moments, the
interval. Night has gone, the sun will be rising soon. Make these gaps as
beautiful as possible - full of silence, full of gratitude, gratitude
to the existence that has given you the chance, gratitude towards all those who
have helped. And wait.
'Wait' is a key word.
You cannot force existence to
do things.
You have just to wait. In the
right moment things happen.
You have sown the seeds, you
are watering the garden; now wait. Any hurry is dangerous.
Everything, to grow, takes its
time. Only falsities can be manufactured quickly, in an assembly line. But
realities grow, and growth needs time.
And the inner growth is the
greatest growth in the whole of existence.