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Can you do the miracles !

Just a few years back a Christian missionary came to see me.
He said ’Are you the Christ?
If you are the Christ, can you do the miracles that he did?’
I was in a generous mood, so I said ’Okay. You just tell me what miracles.’
He said ’First, he walked on water – can you walk on water?
’ I said ’I walk on nothing.
That is old cap, walking on water. Underneath me the whole earth has disappeared.’
He said ’ With a few loaves of bread he fed thousands of people...’ I said ’Without any loaf of bread
I am feeding thousands of people; many are nourished. And with a loaf of bread the nourishment cannot go very deep.
I am feeding with loaves o f spirit.’ Now, he looked a little puzzled, he said ’And he turned water into wine...’
I said ’What do you think I am doing? Can’t you see so many intoxicated people around?
I am turning air into wine!’
Then the last thing he said ’And... but... he called Lazarus out of his death...’ I said ’That’s what every Buddha has always been doing – calling people out of their graves.
It is nothing special, it is not a miracle – that’s the function of a Buddha.
People are dead; everybody is a Lazarus.
There is nothing special in Jesus calling Lazarus out of the grave, but there is something special in Lazarus that he heard it.’ I said to the missionary ’I can call you back from your grave, but will you hear?
The point is not with Jesus, the miracle was done by Lazarus.
Jesus was calling, but only Lazarus came out of the grave, and Jesus was calling many people.
I am also calling many people out of their graves, A few come.’
OshO
CHAPTER 3. CUTTING OFF THE ROOT
The Sun Rises in the Evening

Meditation- The Art of Dying !

WHY DO YOU PREFER TO CALL MEDITATION THE ART OF DYING RATHER THAN CALLING IT THE ART OF GROWING?

Because I know your ego will like it very much if I called it the art of growing. The art of dying comes like a shock.

Let me tell you an anecdote.

One day Mulla Nasrudin saw a crowd gathered around the town well. A Moslem priest with a huge turban on his head had fallen into the water, and was calling for help. People were leaning over and saying, 'Give me your hand, Reverend, give me your hand!' But the priest didn't pay attention to their offer to rescue him. He kept wrestling with the water and shouting for help.

Finally Mulla Nasrudin stepped forward: 'Let me handle this!' He stretched out his hand towards the priest and shouted at him, 'Take my hand!' The priest grabbed Mulla's hand and was hoisted out of the pond.

People were very surprised and asked Mulla for the secret of his strategy. 'It is very simple, ' he said. 'I know this miser would not give anything to anyone, not even his hand. I know this miser would not give anything to anyone, so instead of saying, "Give me your hand" I said, "Take my hand, your Reverence." And sure enough, he took it.'

I know you would like it to be called the art of growing. Then your ego would feel perfectly good. 'So it is a question of growth; so I am going to remain and grow.' That's what the ego always wants.

I have knowingly called it the art of dying. Meditation is the art of dying. Then your ego will be shocked.

And it is also truer to cal I it the art of dying, because you r ego is not going to grow, your ego is going to die in meditation. These are the only two possibilities: either your ego goes on growing more, it becomes stronger, or, it disappears. If your ego goes on growing and becomes more and more strong, you are getting more and more into the mud. You are getting more and more into fetters, you are getting more and more into the imprisonment of it. You will be suffocated. Your whole life will become a hell.

The growth of the ego is a canceric growth. It is like cancer, it kills you. Meditation is not growth of the ego, it is death of the ego.

OSHO...☆☆☆
The Art of Dying

Bhagawan ???

The word `bhagwan' is a very ugly word. But the Hindus are not even aware of it.

They think that it is something very special. Its root meaning—bhag means a woman's genital organs. And wan means a man's genital organs.

The meaning of the word `bhagwan' is symbolically that he brings about in the feminine energy of existence, through his male chauvinistic energy, the creation.

I hate the word!

I have been waiting for some Hindu idiot to come forward, but they think that it is something very dignified and I have no right to call myself Bhagwan. Today I say absolutely, "Yes, but I have every right to denounce the word."

Nobody can prevent me.

I don't want to be called Bhagwan again.

Enough is enough! The joke is over!

But I accept the Japanese Zen prophetess. And from now onwards I am Gautam the Buddha. You can call me "The Beloved Friend." Drop the word `Bhagwan' completely.

Even very intelligent people, people who respect me and love me…

Just the other day I received an appreciation of my book Zarathustra by an internationally famous journalist.

He has praised it, and he has said that after Adi Shankara—the most famous Hindu philosopher—I am the second as far as intellectual, rational, spiritual authenticity is concerned.

But still he could not forget the word `bhagwan', why I called myself Bhagwan.

But does he know that he is comparing me with Adi Shankara who has been called for over a thousand years "Bhagwan Adi Shankara."

And nobody asks the question why.

Anybody would be happy to be compared with Adi Shankara, but I am not. It is not a compliment to me, because Shankara is the reason that Buddhism, which was a higher flowering, was destroyed—by Shankara and the Hindu priesthood.

I cannot accept that Shankara has any genius. He is orthodox, just trying to protect the investment of the Hindu priesthood, which is the world's worst, the ancientmost rotten priesthood.

I refuse to be compared with this man, particularly because he was the reason the roses were destroyed that Gautam Buddha had managed to grow in the soil of this land.

In my eyes he is a criminal of the worst kind.

But as far as Gautam the Buddha is concerned, I welcome him in my very heart.

I will give him my words, my silences, my meditations, my being, my wings. From today onwards you can look at me as Gautama the Buddha.

I will tell you about the Japanese Buddhist seeress—she has sent her picture:

"Katue Ishida, mystic of one of the biggest and most famous Shinto shrines in Japan, stated recently after seeing Bhagwan's picture, that: `This is the person that Maitreya the Buddha has entered.

He is trying to create a utopia in the twenty-first century. Lots of destructive power is against Him, and some people call Him Satan.

But I have never known Satan to be poisoned. He is usually the poisoner, not the poisoned. We must protect this man, Bhagwan.

Buddha has entered Him.'"
With great love and respect I accept Ishida's prophecy. She will be welcome here as one of my people, most loved.

And by accepting Gautam the Buddha as my very soul, I go out of the Hindu fold completely; I go against the Jaina fold completely.

OSHO...☆☆☆
No Mind The Flowers of Eternity: To create a few more rainbows

Satori

QUESTION : WHAT KIND OF PREPARATIONS ARE NECESSARY TO EXPERIENCE SATORI?

Satori becomes possible for a great number of people, because sometimes it needs no preparations; sometimes it happens by chance.

The situation is created, but unknowingly.

There are so many people who have known it. They may not know it as satori, may not have interpreted it as satori, but they have known it.

A great surging love can create it.

Even through chemical drugs, satori is possible. It is possible through mescaline, LSD, marijuana, because through a chemical change the mind can expand enough so that there is a glimpse.

After all, all of us have chemical bodies -- the mind and the body are chemical units -- so through chemistry, too, the glimpse can be possible.

Sometimes a sudden danger can penetrate you so much that the glimpse becomes possible; sometimes a great shock can bring you so much into the moment that the glimpse becomes possible.

And for those who have some aesthetic sensibility, who have a poetic heart, who have a feeling attitude toward reality, not an intellectual attitude, the glimpse can be possible.

For a rational, logical, intellectual personality, the glimpse is impossible. Sometimes it can happen to an intellectual person, but only through some intense, intellectual tension -- when suddenly the tension is relaxed.

It happened for Archimedes.

He was in satori when he came out into the street naked from his bathtub, and began to cry, "Eureka, I've found it!" It was a sudden release of the constant tension he had concerning a problem.

The problem was solved, so the tension that existed because of the problem was suddenly completely released. He ran out naked into the streets and cried, "Eureka, I've found it!"

For an intellectual person, if a great problem that has demanded his total mind and brought him to the peak of intellectual tension is suddenly solved, it can bring him to a moment of satori.

But for aesthetic minds it is easier.

OSHO...☆☆☆
: Meditation - The Art of Ecstasy

Buddha And The Monkey :-

There is a story that a monkey came to Buddha.

Monkey means Mind. The Mind is a monkey. Charles Darwin came to know it very very late, but we have always been aware that man must have come from monkeys,because he is still monkeyish. You just watch the mind, it's constant chattering,and then watch a monkey in the tree. You will feel a similarity..

A monkey came to buddha, and he was no ordinary monkey. He was a king of monkeys - that means absolutely a monkey.

The monkey said to buddha, "I would like to become a Buddha.

Buddha said, " i have never heard of anybody having ever become a Buddha while a remaining monkey."

The monkey said,"you don't know my powers. I am no ordinary monkey."No monkey thinks that he is ordinary,all monkeys thinks that they are extraordinary ; that is part of their monkeyness. He said,"Iam no ordinary monkey. What are you talking about? Iam a king of monkeys."

So Buddha asked "what exceptional or extraordinary powers do you have?can you show me?

The monkey said,"I can jump to the very end of the world." He had been jumping all along in the trees.He knew how to jump.

So Buddha said,"okay. come onto the palm of my hand and jump to the other end of the world."

The monkey tried and tried, and he was really a powerful monkey,a very intense monkey. He went like an arrow, and he went he went... he went. Months and - the story says - years passed. And then the monkey came to the very end of the world..

He laughed; he said, "Look ! The very end!" He looked down. It was an abyss. Five pillars were standing there to mark the boundary. Now he had to come back. But how would he prove that he had been to these five pillars?
So he pissed near a pillar - a monkey! - to mark it!.

Years passed and came back. When he reached Buddha he said, "I have been to the very end of the world, and i have left a mark."

But Buddha said, "just look around."
He had not moved at all. Those five pillars were the five fingers of Buddha. And they are stinking....He had been there with closed eyes... must have been dreaming..

Mind is a monkey with closed eyes, dreaming.
You have never gone anywhere, you have always been here and now - because nothing else exists. Just open the eyes.
Just open the eyes and look around, and suddenly laugh. You have always been rooted in the ultimate being, there is no need to seek it. The only need is to become alert about where you are, who you are. You are already that which you ate seeking. You are already the goal, you have never left home..

Osho,
Excerpted from Tao,
The Three Treasures...

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