The Osho
Upanishad
Chapter 3. Master
and disciple, a journey hand in hand
Question 1:
Beloved Osho,
My feeling is that since i have known you,
your sannyasins have passed through an evolution, but you have too. So are we
making this journey hand in hand?
It is true, and it is not true.
The sannyasins have been
certainly evolving, going through radical changes in their lifestyle, in their
thinking, in their behavior, in their very vision of existence.
I am also moving moment to
moment, changing. In this sense it is true that I have gone through a
revolution hand in hand with my sannyasins. But in another sense - and a
far deeper sense - your change is the change towards yourself; my
change is towards existence. You are moving inwards. I am moving beyond the
inner and the outer. The reality is neither inner nor outer; it transcends
both.
I love the expression 'hand in
hand', but it is just like when the sun rises in the morning and the birds
start singing, the flowers open and release their fragrance. As the sun rises,
they are also blossoming, hand in hand -
but the distance is immense. That's why
I said the question is a little complicated.
I am with you and yet far away;
the distance is just like that between a rose opening and the sun rising.
Without the sunrise the rose will not open. And I say it on my own authority,
that if all the roses decide not to open the sun will not rise. It will look so
stupid - for whom to rise? For what?
Existence is interconnected so
deeply, so intimately... but the
distances are vast. On the full moon night you see the ocean - it is
affected by the full moon, hand in hand, but the moon is far away.
And it is not only the ocean
that is affected; even you are affected, because eighty percent in you is ocean
water.
It is not strange that the
people who have become enlightened - only with one exception, Mahavira - have
all become enlightened on the full moon day. Mahavira became enlightened on the
night of amawas - no moon in the night, total darkness. It is
because of this fact he is called Mahavira. That is not his name. Mahavira
means the great warrior, going against the current - and
not only going against the current but achieving it.
Gautam Buddha became
enlightened on the day of the full moon. Gautam Buddha's whole life is
connected with the full moon: he was born on a full moon night, he became
enlightened on the full moon night, he died on the full moon night. This cannot
be just coincidence.
And now psychologists have been
studying the effects of the full moon on the human psyche, and the results are
staggering. On the full moon night more people go mad than any other night, the
number is almost double. More people commit suicide - again, the number is almost double. More
people commit murder, and again the number is almost double. The full moon
night does something to the human psyche. The full moon is so far away - but
not so far away; it affects you. Since the very beginning it has been affecting
the poets, the painters, the sculptors, the musicians, the dancers. They all
feel that something is different under the full moon, that perhaps the rays of
the full moon are hand in hand...
Yes, you have been going
through many radical changes to reach yourself. I have been going through many
revolutions to reach beyond, beyond myself.
You have been moving towards
enlightenment, and I have been going beyond it - and
this whole process is going hand in hand. But the distance is vast.
Remember the distance, and also
remember the closeness, the intimacy.
Question 2:
Beloved Osho,
I seem to recall you once saying that we
only have glimpses into existence in proportion to our capacity to absorb and
integrate them.
Nietzsche's insight that, "that which
is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil" was part of
an understanding that literally drove him insane.
Could you please talk about this?
The genius of the caliber of
Frederick Nietzsche is always in danger of going mad.
Nobody has ever heard of any
idiot going mad. To go mad, first you have to have a mind. A genius is walking
on a sword - just a little mistake and he can fall, fall
into an eternal darkness of madness.
Nietzsche is perhaps one of the
most prolific geniuses the world has produced. He had so many insights that
finally he had to change his way of writing. His writing became aphoristic
because the insights were crowding in his mind and if he were to write an
essay, the other insights might be forgotten, might be lost. He started writing
aphoristically, in maxims.
But to have too many insights
is dangerous. One can afford only a limited number.
And Nietzsche was confronted
with an infinite number of insights. Each insight could have become a
philosophy. For example, this insight that when there is love there is no
question of good and evil, love is beyond both. That's all... He could have written a whole system on it,
explained it in detail in different contexts.
There are traditional ways of
writing, and they have a certain validity about them because you cannot
misinterpret them, you cannot misunderstand them. For example, Bertrand
Russell, in his famous book PRINCIPIA MATHEMATICA devotes two hundred sixty - five
pages to a simple thing.
You cannot conceive how a man
can manage such a big - sized book, two hundred and sixty pages, just to prove
that two plus two are really four. But he has taken every possible
consideration, every possible question, every possible implication into
account. He has exhausted the subject, he has not left anything for anybody.
That is the traditional way of writing -
systematic, rational.
But Frederick Nietzsche had no
time. Life is too short and his insights were so many. So he would write simply
a maxim, that "Love takes you beyond good and evil. If you love, then
don't bother about good and evil."
He is right, dangerously right - we
will have to look into a few of the implications of his statement.
Ordinarily, for centuries love
has been synonymous with good - it takes you beyond bad, beyond evil.
Love cannot harm, love cannot
be violent, love cannot be destructive, love cannot be evil; those are the
qualities of hate. For thousands of years man has thought love and goodness are
synonymous.
But Frederick Nietzsche is far
more right than the long tradition. Nobody has thought about it before him.
That is the function of a genius: he brings new light, new glimpses into the
world; he opens new windows into existence. But he has not explained it.
I agree with him totally. Good
and evil are opposite to each other and they exist together. Just like darkness
and light, life and death - all these opposites exist together, you cannot
separate them. If you make love synonymous with good, then the evil will follow
you like a shadow; and that has been happening everywhere around the world, for
centuries.
There is a treatise by a
psychoanalyst entitled "The Intimate Enemy". It is about love: whomsoever
you love you are bound to hate. This will be like a wheel - day
comes, night comes; love comes, hate comes.
It is not something unnatural
that lovers are continuously fighting, nagging each other. It is part of the
game - you have chosen love, you have chosen hate as
the other side of the coin. Once in a while things become too much and the hate
part asserts itself.
If you watch the life of lovers
you will be immensely surprised: before they feel loving towards each other,
first they fight. When their fighting part is fulfilled, then their love part
comes up - they are simply moving on a mechanical wheel.
Then they are hugging each other and kissing each other and just a few minutes
before, they were throwing things at each other.
Before every lovemaking there
is a pillow fight. I don't know what pillows have done - they
are such innocent people, they never do any harm to anybody - but
they unnecessarily get caught in between the lovers because it happens that
they are on the bed, and handy. After a good fight - saying things against each other, against each
other's family - when this catharsis is over suddenly they are
full of love, hugging each other. You cannot believe these are the same people.
Then why were they doing that drama before? And this happens every day, it is a
routine process.
Certainly your love is not what
Nietzsche means by love.
He means by love what I mean by
love - love not addressed to anybody in particular
but just your aroma, your field of energy. Just as the perfume of the rose
surrounds the rose, a loving man is surrounded by love. That love is beyond
good and evil; it transcends that intrinsic contradiction of the ordinary love.
But it is true that a man like
Frederick Nietzsche, reaching to the very heights of understanding, himself
became mad. The reason is not his insight. The reason is that his insight
remained only intellectual. He had no foundation in meditation, he never heard
of the word. If Frederick Nietzsche had been born in the East he would have
been another Gautam Buddha, nothing less - perhaps more. But in the West, intellect seems
to be all. So he came to conclusions logically - beautiful
conclusions, and then he tried to live according to those intellectual
conclusions for which there was no meditative foundation.
He fell apart. He had a nervous
breakdown. He tried to reach where only meditators are allowed; and naturally
he had to fall from those heights, and he suffered multiple fractures. His
genius was absolutely certain, but his genius led him into madness; that too is
certain.
In the East it has never
happened. One should look into it... In
the West it has always happened: whenever there was a man of great genius,
sooner or later there was a nervous breakdown, as if he had seen so much that
he could not absorb it. He had not wings enough, but still he had taken a long
flight into the sky - tired, tattered, he fell down.
In the East it has never
happened, because we never begin with insights. First we make certain that you
have a foundation. We make your wings stronger. We don't care about flights, we
care about your wings.
You cannot conceive a Gautam
Buddha, a Bodhidharma, a Mahakashyap - even to conceive that these people can be mad
is impossible. Their sanity is so perfect. And their sanity is rooted in their
meditativeness, in their silence, in their peace, in their grounding in their
own being. Because they have roots deep down into the earth, they are capable
of sending their branches high to have a dialogue with the stars. Their flowers
can go high in the sky to release the perfume.
You must remember one fact: a
tree grows only proportionately. It can go only to a certain height if it has a
certain strength, a depth to its roots.
In Japan there is an old art. I
don't call it "art" but they call it art. I call it murder. But
people go to see it from all over the world because there are only a few trees...
five hundred years old and six inches in
height. You can see that although it is just six inches high, the tree is old.
Its bark is old, its leaves are old; just its tallness somehow has been
prevented.
And the strategy is that in the
mud pots in which those trees are put, there is no bottom. So the gardeners,
from generation to generation - because the tree is five hundred years old;
many generations of the family that owns the tree have passed - they
go on cutting the roots, they don't allow the roots to grow. The pot has no
bottom; otherwise the roots will find their way into the earth.
The roots go on becoming older,
the tree goes on becoming older. But because the roots cannot spread, cannot go
deep into the earth, the tree cannot go high into the sky.
People think it is an art. It
is sheer murder, it is a crime against the trees. And the same crime has been
committed against man all over the world. Your roots have been cut.
Intellect can have flights, but
it has no roots. Once in a while a genius may suffer from his own intelligence,
and finally either he will commit suicide - because the tension of his intelligence will
become too much, his thoughts will become too many - or he
will go mad.
In the West many professors,
many philosophers, mathematicians, painters, poets, novelists - all
kinds of creative people who have genius - have
gone mad or have committed suicide. A few have done both. First they went mad,
and then when they were thought to be cured and were released from the
madhouse, they committed suicide.
Vincent Van Gogh, one of the
great painters of Holland, was for one year in the madhouse. He was released,
and the next day he committed suicide. And he wrote a letter to his brother in
which he mentions, "It is better not to be, than to be mad. And I don't
want to be mad again and I KNOW I cannot avoid it; my mind is again moving in
the same directions. All their medicines and tranquilizers can keep me normal
in a madhouse, but to live in a madhouse is not life. At least I will have the
satisfaction that although I could not live my life, I could manage my own
death. I was not the master of my life, but I was the master of my death."
And he was so young, only
thirty - three years old, but one of the greatest painters the world has
produced. His insights were such that people who have been studying his
paintings are simply puzzled, they cannot figure out how this man managed.
Because one hundred years ago he painted stars as spirals. You don't see stars
as spirals; nobody has ever seen spirals, and in his paintings all his stars
are spirals. Even other painters were saying, "Watch out. You are going
towards insanity.
This is nonsense, nobody has
ever seen it. Stars are not spirals."
Van Gogh said, "What can I
do? I see them as spirals." And after one hundred years, just four weeks
before one hundred years had passed, modern physicists came to the conclusion
that stars are spirals. Our vision... because they are so far away, that's why we
cannot see that they are spirals.
Now people are puzzled. Van
Gogh had the insight, had the genius - without any instruments. It took one hundred
years for the scientists to find out, with all kinds of sophisticated instruments,
that stars are spirals. Van Gogh, with his bare eyes...
But he himself started thinking
he must be mad. No, nobody supported his vision; even painters, great painters
laughed. And this was not only one case, about all his paintings this was the
case.
He was seeing things which
nobody else sees.
A genius is always ahead of his
time. The bigger the genius, the farther in the future is his reach in time.
Nobody is going to agree with him. He will be thought mad.
And remaining mad was not
worthwhile; Van Gogh committed suicide. We forced him to commit suicide.
What harm was he doing? That's
why I say don't judge people. He was not doing any harm to anybody. The canvas
he was painting on was not in any way insulted. The canvas was not reporting to
the police station that "This man is making stars into spirals on
me." The colors that he was using had no objection...
But people go on continually
judging. Can't you keep quiet? Perhaps he sees better than you, farther than
you. And anyway, he is not doing harm to anybody.
You will be surprised: in his
whole life he could not sell a single painting. Who would purchase it?
Only a genius, only a man of
insight, only a man of the same category as Van Gogh would purchase one;
otherwise, who would purchase his paintings? You will not purchase his
painting, because anybody coming to your house will look at the painting and
will think you are mad: "Is this painting?
How much have you paid?"
And now only two hundred
paintings have somehow survived, in friends' houses. Each painting is worth a
million dollars, and Van Gogh lived hungry because he could not sell them. His
brother used to give him enough money for seven days. Four days he was eating,
and three days he was fasting - to purchase materials for paintings. This fast
I call religion - not the fasts of Jaina monks, those are stupid
fasts. This man was pouring his blood on the canvas. He had something more
valuable than his own life and he was ready to sacrifice it.
And the same was the case with
Frederick Nietzsche. He was condemned by everybody, because if you say love
takes you beyond good and evil, that means there is something higher than good.
And if it leads you beyond good and evil then you are totally free; then your
acts cannot be judged as good or bad.
He was right, but he had no
meditative support. He could argue about it, but he could not prove it by his
own life. He himself could not love the love he was talking about. That love
comes only as a fragrance of meditation - and
then certainly there is nothing good, nothing bad.
Love is the highest value.
There cannot be anything higher than that.
I feel deeply sad for Frederick
Nietzsche. I don't feel for the normal human beings, because whether they are
in the East or in the West makes no difference - they
will be the same people. Superficial differences of course will be there. But I
feel deeply sad for Frederick Nietzsche because if he had been in the East he
would have raised the consciousness of humanity with his own enlightenment and
perhaps, going beyond it.
Question 3:
Beloved osho,
What is awareness? Why is it lost, and how
can it be regained? Are there any steps for the same?
Awareness is never lost.
It simply becomes entangled
with the other, with objects.
So the first thing to be
remembered: it is never lost, it is your nature, but you can focus it on
anything you want. When you get tired of focusing it on money, on power, on
prestige, and that great moment comes in your life when you want to close your
eyes and focus your awareness on its own source, on where it is coming from, on
the roots - in a split second your life is transformed.
And don't ask what are the
steps; there is only one step. The process is very simple. The step is only
one: that is turning in.
In Judaism there is a
rebellious school of mystery called Hassidism. Its founder, Baal Shem, was a
rare being. In the middle of the night he was coming from the river - that
was his routine, because at the river in the night it was absolutely calm and
quiet. And he used to simply sit there, doing nothing - just
watching his own self, watching the watcher. This night when he was coming
back, he passed a rich man's house and the watchman was standing by the door.
And the watchman was puzzled
because every night at exactly this time, this man would come back.
He came out and he said,
"Forgive me for interrupting but I cannot contain my curiosity anymore.
You are haunting me day and
night, every day. What is your business? Why do you go to the river?
Many times I have followed you,
and there is nothing - you simply sit there for hours, and in the
middle of the night you come back."
Baal Shem said, "I know
that you have followed me many times, because the night is so silent I can hear
your footsteps. And I know every day you are hiding behind the gate. But it is
not only that you are curious about me, I am also curious about you. What is
your business?"
He said, "My business? I
am a simple watchman."
Baal Shem said, "My God,
you have given me the key word. This is my business too!"
The watchman said, "But I
don't understand. If you are a watchman you should be watching some house, some
palace. What are you watching there, sitting in the sand?"
Baal Shem said, "There is
a little difference: you are watching for somebody outside who may enter the
palace; I simply watch this watcher. Who is this watcher? This is my whole
life's effort; I watch myself."
The watchman said, "But
this is a strange business. Who is going to pay you?"
He said, "It is such bliss,
such a joy, such immense benediction, it pays itself profoundly. Just a single
moment, and all the treasures are nothing in comparison to it."
The watchman said, "This
is strange... I have been watching my
whole life. I never came across such a beautiful experience. Tomorrow night I
am coming with you. Just teach me. Because I know how to watch - it
seems only a different direction is needed; you are watching in some different
direction."
There is only one step, and
that step is of direction, of dimension. Either we can be focused outside or we
can close our eyes to the outside and let our whole consciousness be centered
in. And you will know, because you are a knower, you are awareness. You have
never lost it. You simply got your awareness entangled in a thousand and one
things. Withdraw your awareness from everywhere and just let it rest within
yourself, and you have arrived home.
Question 4:
Beloved Osho, Yes!
Sarjano, there was no need to
say yes because I have seen it in your eyes. I have heard it when you were
sitting near me, although you have not uttered it.
Since you have come to me there
has never been a no in you. And it is strange, because your type is no - type!
You have said no to everything, and perhaps that is the reason that your no is
finished.
You don't have any no anymore,
and you have come to the person with whom you can connect only through yes.
To be with a master is to be in
a yes attitude.
That's what I mean by
receptivity, openness, vulnerability.
But I know that one wants to
say it, thinking perhaps I may not be aware. I am absolutely aware of those
people whose heartbeat is saying yes.
There are people who are still
in two minds - sometimes yes, sometimes no. There are also
people who are too much attached to their no - but I
don't count them, they are not my people. Only those whose yes is
unconditional, absolute, categorical, are my people.
And Sarjano, you are fortunate.
You belong to my people.
Yes, Sarjano.