Osho,
You tell us to be aware of everything – which means to be a witness to everything, every act. When I decide to be aware in work, I forget about awareness, and when I become aware that I was not aware, I feel guilty. I feel that I have made a mistake. Could you please explain?
It is one of the basic problems for anybody who is trying to be aware while at work – because the work demands that you should forget yourself completely. You should be involved in it so deeply, as if you are absent. Unless such total involvement is there, the work remains superficial.
All that is great, created by man, in painting, in poetry, in architecture, in sculpture – in any dimension of life – needs you to be totally involved. If you are trying to be aware at the same time, your work will never be first rate because you will not be in it.
So awareness while you are working needs a tremendous training and discipline, and one has to start from very simple actions. For example, walking: you can walk, and you can be aware that you are walking – each step can be full of awareness. Eating… Just the way in Zen monasteries they drink tea; they call it a tea ceremony because sipping the tea, one has to remain alert and aware.
These are small actions, but to begin with they are perfectly good. One should not start with something like painting, dancing – those are very deep and complex phenomena. Start with the small actions of daily routine life. As you become more and more accustomed to awareness, as awareness becomes just like breathing – you don’t have to make any effort for it, it has become spontaneous – then in any act, any work, you can be aware.
But remember the condition: it has to be effortless; it has to come out of spontaneity. Then painting or composing music, or dancing, or even fighting an enemy with a sword, you can remain absolutely aware. But this awareness is not the awareness you are trying to do. It is not the beginning; it is the culmination of a long discipline. Sometimes it can happen without discipline too.
A story I remember…

A great swordsman, a great warrior, came back home and found that his servant was making love to his wife. According to custom, he challenged the servant – gave him a sword and told him to come out of the house and let it be decided; whoever remains alive will be the woman’s husband.
The servant did not even know how to hold a sword – he was a poor servant, he had never been trained in swordsmanship. He said, “Master, although you are following a convention, and respecting even a servant and giving him an opportunity, this is for you just a game. I don’t know anything about swordsmanship. At least give me a few minutes so that I can go to the greatest master – who lives nearby in a monastery, a Zen monk – to have some clue.”
The master agreed. He said, “You can go. If it is needed, a few hours, or even a few days, or even a few months – you can get disciplined. I will wait for you.”
He went to the great warrior, the Zen master. The Zen master said, “Even years of training will not help you. Your boss is just second to me in the whole country – you cannot hope to compete with him. My suggestion is: this is the right moment to fight.”
The servant could not understand. He said, “What kind of puzzle are you giving to me: this moment is the right moment?”
He said, “Yes, because you have one thing certain – your death. Now more than that you cannot lose. Your master has many things to lose: his wife, his prestige, his respectability as a warrior, all his money. He is a great landlord – his mind cannot be total while he is fighting. But you can be total. You have to be total – just a moment of unawareness and you are gone; you have to be totally alert. This is the right moment; don’t bother about any discipline – simply take the sword and go.”
The servant came back within minutes. His boss asked, “Have you learned anything?”
He said, “There is no need of learning anything. Come out of the house!”
The way he shouted, “Come out of the house,” the boss could not believe what magical change had happened to his servant. As he came out, the servant, according to convention, bowed down to the boss; the boss bowed down to the servant. It is part of the culture in Japan that you have to respect the dignity, the humanity, the divinity, even of an enemy.
Then the servant started hitting the warrior – knowing nothing about swordsmanship. The warrior was at a loss: the servant would not hit where any expert would have hit because he had no idea; he would hit somewhere where no expert would have ever hit. He was fighting with such totality that the warrior started moving backward, and as the warrior started moving backward, the servant gathered more courage. He was moving his sword without knowing why, to what purpose, or where he was hitting. Since it had been decided that his death was certain, now there was nothing to worry about – all worries belong to life.
Soon he cornered the master. Behind, there was the wall surrounding the garden. The master could not move backward anymore. He was so afraid of death, for the first time in his life, and he said, “Wait! You can have my wife, you can have my properties; I am renouncing the world, I am becoming a monk.”

He was trembling with fear. Even he could not understand what happened. From where did this courage come? From where this totality? From where this awareness? But it can be only in such special situations that without any discipline, just the situation can create so much awakening in you.
Whenever I have read this story, I have always remembered Adolf Hitler.

For five years continually he was winning the war on all fronts, alone – fighting the whole world. The reason he was winning the war was that he was not listening to the generals at all.
Fighting is an art; in the military you go through a long training. Hitler’s advisors were not generals and experts in military science; his advisors were astrologers. They would tell him where to attack and where not to attack, and that was the reason that for five years he went on winning – because the other side was following military science. If he had also listened to his generals, then there would have been no possibility for five years’ of continual victory.
You will be surprised to know that finally Churchill had to call astrologers from India to find out where he was going to attack. It is normal and common sense that wherever the enemy is weak, you attack at that point, and wherever the enemy is strong, you avoid that point until the very last. But the astrologers have nothing to do with the army or fighting; they consult the stars.
The enemy would be following military science and would be preparing at the weakest point, knowing that this would be the point where Adolf Hitler’s generals would decide to attack. Adolf Hitler would attack the strongest point of the enemy, where they were fast asleep, not even bothering – because no military scientist would ever suggest to attack at the strongest point. They were not prepared there; they were preparing at the weakest link.
In a haphazard way… The enemies were simply puzzled: what to make of it? He knows nothing of the army; he knows nothing of military science. But his not knowing was immensely helpful for five years until Churchill decided, in spite of himself – knowing that it was stupidity – that astrologers from India would come to London. And from that very day, Germany started falling apart – because now astrologers were against astrologers; it was no longer a war between two armies. As stupid as Adolf Hitler was, Winston Churchill had found even greater idiots from India. Things changed – within just two months, Adolf Hitler was retreating.

Whenever I have come across the story of the Zen master and his servant, I have always remembered Adolf Hitler: he had absolute certainty about astrology, he was total in his action. Not even a single doubt crossed his mind, ever. The same must have happened to the servant.
When death is certain, fear disappears. Fear is only there because of death, but when death is certain and there is no way to avoid it, what is the point of being afraid? He became almost a man of total integrity – knowing nothing, but defeating the master who had been a victorious man in many combats.
But this can happen only rarely, in the most extreme conditions. In everyday life you should follow the simple course. First become aware about actions which do not need your involvement. You can walk and you can go on thinking; you can eat and you can go on thinking. Replace thinking by awareness. Go on eating, and remain alert that you are eating. Walk; replace thinking by awareness. Go on walking; perhaps your walking will be a little slower and more graceful. But awareness is possible with these small acts. As you become more and more articulate, use more complicated activities.
A day comes when there is no activity in the world in which you cannot remain alert and at the same time do the act with totality.
You are saying, “When I decide to be aware in work, I forget about awareness.” It has not to be your decision, it has to be your long discipline. Awareness has to come spontaneously; you are not to call it, you are not to force it.
“And when I become aware that I was not aware, I feel guilty.” That is absolute stupidity. When you become aware that you were not aware, feel happy that at least now you are aware. There is no place in my teachings for the concept of guilt. Guilt is one of the cancers of the soul.
All the religions have used guilt to destroy your dignity, your pride, and to make you just slaves. There is no need to feel guilty, it is natural. Awareness is such a great thing that even if you can be aware for a few seconds, rejoice. Don’t pay attention to those moments when you forgot. Pay attention to that state when you suddenly remember, “I was not aware.” Feel fortunate that at least after few hours, awareness has returned.
Don’t make it a repentance, a guilt, a sadness – because by being guilty and sad, you are not going to be helped. You will feel, deep down, a failure. Once a feeling of failure settles in you, awareness will become even more difficult.
Change your whole focus. It is great that you became aware that you had forgotten to be aware. Now don’t forget, for as long as possible. Again you will forget, again you will remember – but each time, the gap of forgetfulness will become smaller and smaller. If you can avoid guilt, which is basically Christian, your gaps of unawareness will become shorter, and one day they will simply disappear. Awareness will become just like breathing, or your heartbeat, or the blood circulating in you – day in, day out.
So be watchful that you don’t feel guilty. There is nothing to feel guilty about. It is immensely significant that the trees don’t listen to your Catholic priests. Otherwise, they will make the roses feel guilty: “Why do you have thorns?” And the rose, dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun, will suddenly become sad. The dance will disappear, the joy will disappear, the fragrance will disappear. Now the thorn will become his only reality, a wound – “Why do you have thorns?” But because there are no rosebushes so foolish as to listen to any priest of any religion, roses go on dancing, and with the roses, the thorns also go on dancing.
The whole of existence is guiltless. A man, the moment he becomes guiltless, becomes part of the universal flow of life. That is enlightenment: a guiltless consciousness, rejoicing in everything that life makes available – the light is beautiful, so is darkness.
When you cannot find anything to be guilty about, to me you have become a religious man.
To the so-called religions, unless you are guilty you are not religious; the more guilty you are, the more religious you are. People are torturing themselves as punishment, as penance. People are fasting; people are beating their chests with their fists until blood oozes from their chests. These people, to me, are psychopaths; they are not religious. But their so-called religions have taught them that if you commit anything wrong, it is better to punish yourself rather than be punished by God on Judgment Day – because that punishment is to be thrown into the abysmal darkness of hell for eternity. There is no escape, no exit. Once you enter hell, you have entered.
The whole humanity has been made guilty in some measure or other. It has taken away the shine from your eyes, it has taken away the beauty from your face, it has taken away the grace of your being. It has reduced you to a criminal, unnecessarily.
Remember: man is frail and weak, and to err is human. The people who invented the proverb, “To err is human,” have also invented the proverb, “To forgive is divine.” I don’t agree with the second part. I say: “To err is human and to forgive is also human.” To forgive oneself is one of the greatest virtues, because if you cannot forgive yourself, you cannot forgive anybody else in the world – it is impossible. You are so full of wounds, of guilt – how can you forgive anybody? Your so-called saints go on saying that you will be thrown into hell. The reality is they are living in hell! They cannot allow even God to forgive you.
A great Sufi poet, Omar Khayyam, has written in his Rubaiyat, his world-famous collection of poetry:
I am going to drink, to dance, to love. I am going to commit every kind of sin because I trust God is compassionate – he will forgive. My sins are very small; his forgiveness is immense.
When the priests came to know about his book – because in those days books were written by hand, there were no printing presses. The priests discovered that he was writing such sacrilegious things: “Don’t be worried; go on doing anything you want because God is nothing but pure compassion and love. How much sin can you commit in seventy years of life? In comparison to his forgiveness, it is nothing.”
He was a famous mathematician too, renowned in his country. The priests approached him and said, “What kind of things are you writing? You will destroy people’s religiousness! Create fear in people. Tell people that God is very just: if you have committed a sin, you will be punished. There will be no compassion.”

Omar Khayyam’s book was burned in his day. Whenever a copy was found, it was burned by the priests, because he was teaching such a dangerous idea. If it spreads among human beings and everybody starts rejoicing in life, what will happen to the priests? What will happen to the saints? What will happen to their mythologies of hell and heaven and God? All will disappear in thin air.
At least with me, Omar Khayyam is one of the enlightened Sufi mystics, and what he is saying has immense truth in it. He does not mean that you should commit sin. What he means simply is that you should not feel guilty. Whatever you do – if it is not right, don’t do it again. If you feel it hurts somebody, don’t do it again. But there is no need to feel guilty, there is no need to be repentant, there is no need to do penance and torture yourself.
I want to change your focus completely. Rather than counting how many times you forgot to remember to be aware, count those few beautiful moments when you were crystal clear and aware. Those few moments are enough to save you, are enough to cure you, to heal you. If you pay attention to them, they will go on growing and spreading in your consciousness. Slowly, slowly the whole darkness of unawareness will disappear.

A young man is about to be married, so before his wife-to-be moves into their apartment he has a man-to-man chat with his pet parrot.
“Now listen, buddy, there is this beautiful young woman whom I am about to marry and we are going to live together in this flat. She comes from a very good family and I want you to forget all about those dirty, four-letter words that you have picked up from living with me these past few years. If I hear you utter one dirty remark in front of her, I am going to sell you to the zoo. Got it?”
“Okay,” says the parrot. “Got it!”
After the wedding, the new husband and wife are packing their bags for their honeymoon. There are suitcases all over the apartment, and after hours of struggle everything is packed – even the parrot’s cage has a cover on it. But suddenly they discover that one shoe has been left out. The wife tries to push it into a large suitcase but it just won’t go in.
So the husband says, “You will have to sit on top and I will push it in.”
They try and try but it does not work. “Let’s try it another way,” says the wife. “Let’s both be on top and push it in together.”
At this point, the parrot pushes his covering aside and says, “The zoo be damned. This one I’ve got to see!”

He kept in control of himself so much, but there comes a point that even he has to go to the zoo. He says, “Let the zoo be damned, but this thing I have got to see.” The curiosity… He could not believe that this kind of thing is possible.
In the beginning you will also find many times that perhaps it is not possible to be working and to be aware together. But I say unto you that it is not only possible, it is very easily possible. Just begin in the right way. Just don’t start from XYZ; start from ABC.
In life, we go on missing many things because of wrong starts. Everything should be started from the very beginning. Our minds are impatient; we want to do everything quickly. We want to reach the highest point without passing through every rung of the ladder. But that means an absolute failure.
Once you fail in something like awareness, it is not a small failure – perhaps you will not try it again, ever. The failure hurts. So anything that is as valuable as awareness – because it can open all the doors of the mysteries of existence, it can bring you to the very temple of God – you should start very carefully and from the very beginning. And move very slowly. Just a little patience and the goal is not far away.

Osho,
Please talk to us of tension and relaxation. Usually, when I sit in front of you I relax all through myself. I lose any alertness I may have. When I am alert, there is a subtle tension in me which I need to maintain this wakefulness. It winds me up like a spring and then I feel horrible. How can I stay awake without this tension? How to find the stillness, though busy? I watch you move and sit with such joy.
It is the same question that I was answering, just written in a different way. If you have listened to my first answer, your question has also been answered. I will just tell a small anecdote…

One day a man from a small village in the mountains sees a tourist driving his car backward up a narrow road toward the top of the mountain. The man stops him and asks, “Why are you driving backward?”
The tourist replies, “They told me that there is no room to turn a car around on top of the mountain.”
The man says, “I have lived here all my life. I know there is enough space to turn around.”
Half an hour later, he sees the tourist driving down again, backward. He stops the car and asks, “What are you doing now?”
The tourist replies, “You were right. There was enough room to turn around.”

Whatever I have said is simple: start being aware with day-to-day, routine actions, and while you are doing your routine actions, remain relaxed. There is no need to be tense. When you are washing the floor, what is the need to be tense? Or when you are cooking the food, what is the need to be tense? There is not a single thing in life which requires your tension. It is just your unawareness and your impatience.
I have not found anything – and I have lived in all kinds of ways, with all kinds of people. I have always been puzzled: why are they tense? It seems tension has nothing to do with anything outside you – it has something to do within you. Outside you always find an excuse only because it looks so idiotic to be tense without any reason. Just to rationalize, you find some reason outside yourself to explain why you are tense.
But tension is not outside you, it is in your wrong style of life. You are living in competition – that will create tension. You are living in continuous comparison – that will create tension. You are always thinking either of the past or of the future, and missing the present which is the only reality – that will create tension.
It is a question of simple understanding: there is no need of any competition with anybody. You are yourself, and as you are, you are perfectly good. Accept yourself. This is the way existence wants you to be. Some trees are taller; some trees are smaller. But the smaller trees are not tense – neither are the taller trees full of ego. Existence needs variety. Somebody is stronger than you; somebody is more intelligent than you – but you also must be more talented than anybody else in something.
Just find your own talent. Nature never sends any single individual without some unique gift. Just a little search: perhaps you can play on the flute better than the president of the country can be a president – you are a better flautist than he is a president.
There is no question of any comparison. Comparison leads people astray. Competition keeps them continuously tense, and because their life is empty, they never live in the moment. All they do is to think of the past, which is no more, or project in the future, which is not yet.
This whole thing drives people almost abnormal, insane. Otherwise there is no need – no animal goes mad, no tree needs any psychoanalysis. The whole of existence is living in constant celebration, except man. He is sitting aloof, tense, worried.
A small life, and you are losing it and every day death is coming closer. That creates even more angst: “Death is coming closer and I have not even started living.” Most people realize only when they die that they were alive – but then it is too late. Just live the moment. And whatever qualities and whatever talents you have, use them to the fullest.

One of the mystics in India, Kabir, was a weaver. He had thousands of followers and still he continued to weave clothes. Even kings were his followers.
The king of Varanasi told him, “Master, it doesn’t look good, it makes us feel embarrassed. We can take care of you. There is no need for you to weave clothes and go into the market every week to sell your clothes. Just think of us, people laugh at us.”
Kabir said, “I can understand your problem, but I have only one talent and that is to weave beautiful clothes. If I stop doing it, then who will do it? And God comes in different faces, in different bodies, to purchase clothes every week in the marketplace.”
He used to address every customer, “Lord, be very careful of the cloth. I have been weaving it, not just like any other weaver – my songs are in it and my soul is in it. I have poured my whole being in it. Be careful, use it with tenderness and love and remember: Kabir has woven it especially for you, Lord.” And it was not something that he was addressing to anybody in particular – any customer!
This was his contribution. He used to say to his disciples, “Whatever I can, I do. I am doing my best: I can weave, I can sing, I can dance – and I am immensely contented.”

Whatever you are doing, if there is contentment and a feeling that this whole existence is nothing but the manifestation of godliness, that we are traveling on holy earth, that whomever you are meeting, you are meeting God – there is no other way; only the faces are different, but the inner reality is the same – all your tensions will disappear. The energy that is involved in tensions will start becoming your grace, your beauty.
Then life will not be just an ordinary, routine, day-to-day existence, but a dance from cradle to grave. Existence will be immensely enriched by your grace, by your relaxation, by your silence, by your awareness. You will not leave the world without contributing something valuable to it. But people are always looking at others, at what others are doing – somebody is playing the flute and you cannot, and immediately there is misery; somebody is painting and you cannot, and there is misery.
Whatever you are doing, do it with such love, with such care that the smallest thing in the world becomes a piece of art. It will bring you great joy. It will create a world without competition, without comparison; it will give dignity to all people; it will restore their pride, which religions have destroyed.
In my whole life, I have never judged anyone. If existence is happy with him, why should I be worried whether he is a thief or a murderer? Perhaps that is the function existence wants him to do. All that is needed is that he should do it with as much artfulness and as much intelligence as he can gather – with his totality. Any act done with totality becomes your prayer.

Osho,
Rocks easily destroy flowers. The politicians and religions sense that enlightenment, freedom, and individuality threaten their power. Is it fear alone that is the basis of the dark use of intelligence to crush man's finest blossoms? Or is there an unconscious urge for “endarkenment” too?
Devageet, there is an unconscious urge for endarkenment too. It was only a hundred years ago that Sigmund Freud stumbled, in the unconsciousness of man, on a very strange instinct.
Man has been, for almost ten thousand years, working on himself, on his consciousness, but it was left to Freud to find a totally new idea. He himself was shocked, but when he came across it again and again, in different patients, he had to give it recognition. The idea was that, just as there is a lust for life, to balance it in the unconscious of the human mind, there is an instinct for death. Perhaps this was one of the great contributions of Sigmund Freud to human knowledge, and for the future transformation of man.
Slowly, slowly he started gathering facts, and now it is almost an established thing that in life everything exists with its opposite balancing it. If there is a lust for life – that one wants to live – somewhere hidden, there is bound to be a lust for death. In certain situations, it may grip hold of you – that’s why so many people commit suicide. Otherwise, suicide has no explanation.
Devageet is asking: “Rocks easily destroy flowers. The politicians and religions sense that enlightenment, freedom and individuality threaten their power. Is it fear alone that is the basis of the dark use of intelligence to crush man’s finest blossoms? Or is there an unconscious urge for ‘endarkenment’ too?” There is; there has to be. Just as there is a longing for enlightenment, to reach the highest peak of consciousness, there is certainly, parallel to it in the unconscious of human mind, a deep urge to drown oneself into darkness, into death.
It has been observed, although never made clear, by all the physicians of all the ages, that there are people who can be helped by medicine but it seems impossible to help them because they have completely lost the will to power, the will to live – completely. They don’t support the medicine. But none of the physicians found what Sigmund Freud discovered. Perhaps this had some sense in it: a man who loses the will to live is bound to replace it by something of its opposite: the will to die.
Now medicine accepts that the physician can only help – by his medicines and other things – if the person wants to live. If the person has dropped the idea of living, then all those medicines are useless. Medicines don’t cure you. Your will to live cures you – medicines are only a secondary help, a support. But if somebody has moved to the opposite pole – the instinct for death, for darkness – then no medicine can pull him out.
As I was reading the question, I thought about AIDS. Perhaps someday it may be found that AIDS is nothing but an unconscious desire to die; that’s why scientists are unable to find any cure for it.
At this moment in history, Devageet’s question becomes even more pertinent, because one wonders that seventy-five percent of the budget of the whole of humanity is being devoted to create destructive weapons – nuclear weapons – and half of humanity is starving. Thousands of people are dying without medicine, and millions of children are dying because they cannot get very inexpensive vaccines.
On the one hand, humanity is on the verge of dying of starvation, just because of overpopulation, and on the other hand, all the politicians in the world have only one desire: to become nuclear powers. Five countries are already nuclear powers, and by the end of this century, twenty-five more countries will be nuclear powers. Already, we have enough nuclear weapons to destroy humanity seven times.
It seems absolutely ridiculous now to go on piling up nuclear weapons. Billions of dollars are wasted on nuclear weapons while children are dying because they cannot get medicine, they cannot get food. By the end of this century, half of the population of the world will die from starvation, and the other half, perhaps, will die through nuclear warfare.
It seems it is not only one individual, but perhaps the whole of humanity that has lost the will to live, the will to be more conscious, the will to be more aware, the will to reach the highest peak of enlightenment, to be a Gautam Buddha.
On the contrary, people are waiting to disappear into darkness, into death, because life is so meaningless and so futile. There seems to be no reason to go on living. For the first time, on a tremendous scale, millions of people are feeling meaninglessness. It is creating tremendous anxiety, and it seems death is the only cure. With death, everything will subside. There will be no problem, no anxiety, no struggle, no jealousy, no tension.
Perhaps, Devageet, your word endarkenment may become a contribution to our language, as the opposite of enlightenment. People have always lived unconsciously, but today, the unconsciousness has reached such a point that even death is preferable to unconsciousness.

A Scotsman named Angus needed a new kilt. When he went to pick out some material at the store, he decided to purchase two extra yards of fabric to make a matching scarf for his girlfriend.
He then went home and made such a beautiful kilt that when he tried it on, and looked in the mirror, he forgot all about the scarf and thought, “I shall go right now and show this to my lady.”
As he ran out of the door, a thread of the new kilt caught on the doorway, unraveling the garment. Eventually, Angus was running across the heather with his jewels dangling in the dew. He got to his girlfriend’s house and knocked on the door.
As his girlfriend opened the door and looked him up and down, she said, “Hello Angus, so nice of you to drop in.”
“Hello my bonny lass. And what do you think of this?” Angus said, pointing down to where he thought his new kilt was.
She said, “Ah Angus, it is just lovely.”
Angus said, “That’s right my pretty lass, and I have got two more yards at home to wrap around your neck.”

Man has always lived in unconsciousness, but the darkness was never as much as it is today. There have been nights, but always the dawn has come. This time it seems to be doubtful whether the dawn will come.
I am not a pessimist, but I am no longer an optimist either. I used to be – now, I am simply a realist. The reality is that perhaps we are very close to the end of this beautiful planet, with all its beauty, all its life, and all its great achievements. There seems to be no ray of hope from anywhere. Perhaps when I am saying this, it is not me who is saying it; perhaps it is existence itself that has lost hope about humanity and its future.
The only thing that I still go on dreaming for is my people. Perhaps the planet will not be saved, but those who have come to me, if they make a little effort of becoming conscious, to create a longing for enlightenment, at least they can be saved. But if you go on behaving like the masses of the world, you are also a lost case.
Immense responsibility rests on you because nowhere else in the whole world are people trying, even in small groups, to achieve enlightenment, to be meditative, to be loving, to be rejoicing. We are a very small island in the ocean of the world, but it does not matter. If these few people can be saved, the whole heritage of humanity, the heritage of all the mystics, of all the awakened people, can be saved through you.
If this planet dies, perhaps on another planet… There are fifty thousand planets which can sustain life; perhaps civilization has to begin from ABC on some other planet. But who will be the pioneers? These dark masses, utterly unconscious, cannot be. Only a few chosen ones who have strived hard to make themselves deserving of light, of eternal life, of some experience of godliness – perhaps they will be the ones who will be starting a new civilization somewhere in the universe, on some new planet.
I have never said this before but, going around the world, I have felt such a wound in my heart that the people who need to be saved are the people who are creating every kind of barrier in order not to be saved. Even to approach them has become impossible. Seeing the whole world, I started feeling that there is now only one possibility, and that is to create a Noah’s Ark in the consciousness of those few who have come close to me. It will not be a physical thing, but a Noah’s Ark of consciousness which can move a small group of conscious people to another planet. That seems to be the only possibility to save the great heritage of humanity.
You cannot depend any longer on the politicians and on the priests, and on the masses who seem to be willing, deeply desiring, to die. Death seems to be the greatest desire in the world today, and because I have been talking about life and love and laughter, I have been condemned from every corner. I can understand the reason: spreading the message of life, love, and laughter amongst people who, deep down, are getting ready to commit a global suicide. This is very contradictory to them.
Perhaps we will have to meet on some other planet – this planet seems to be spent. It is not new: planets are born, planets die; stars are born, stars die – so it is not something strange. The preparations are going so well that it seems almost impossible for life to survive here on this earth. The whole blame goes on those vested interests which have kept humanity unconscious, and don’t want man to become intelligent and conscious, alert and aware. Anyway, it seems too late.

The police were investigating the death of Markowitz, the dress manufacturer who had jumped from the window of his office. The detective decided to query Marlene, his lovely young secretary.
“Can you offer any explanation?” he asked the girl.
“Well, after working for Mr. Markowitz one month,” she began, “I got a forty-dollar-a-week raise. At the end of the second month, he gave me a beautiful black necklace. At the end of the third month, he gave me a new Thunderbird, and a stunning Persian lamb coat. Then he asked me if I would be willing to make love to him, and how much I would charge him. I told him that because he had been so nice to me, I would charge him only ten dollars, even though I was getting twenty from the other guys in the office. And that is when he jumped out of the window.”

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