ZEN AND ZEN MASTERS
This A Thousand Times 01
First Discourse from the series of 15 discourses - This A Thousand Times by Osho.
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Maneesha, before I start a new series of talks on Zen called This. This. A Thousand Times This: The Very Essence of Zen, I want to devote today to a preparation for the coming Zen anecdotes – absurd yet profound, without any rationality but still as truthful as language allows.
I am wearing sunglasses in the night; it is due to the courtesy of President Ronald Reagan. His poisoning has created many aftereffects. One of them is that my eyes have immensely weakened; they cannot face even the daylight. But even through my glasses I am perfectly able to see you.
In this connection a practical joke:
I have received an invitation from one of the most important global promoters in the election of the president of America. They want me to run for the presidency and they are ready to promote me, even though I have been prevented – illegally, unconstitutionally – from entering America for ten years. But I can certainly enter into the presidential election. The law cannot prevent me. I can remain outside of America.
I have told Global Promotions to go ahead.
It does not matter whether I win or lose. What matters is that it will decide how many intelligent people live in America, how many people have a sense of humor and how many people have a universal sense of humanity as one.
If by chance I win the presidency, it will be really the greatest laughter in history. And it will be the beginning of a new day. I certainly hope there are people, irrespective of party or religion or prejudice, who will support me just for the sake of a good laugh.
These glasses will do well, they will look good on American television sets. At least my face will be more presentable than Ronald Reagan’s.
My fight continues against the illegality and the crime that has been done to me and to my commune and my people. You will be surprised that they went on delaying a decision in the Supreme Court of Oregon till they expelled me from America…
I was there for five years without any entry visa. They could not tell me to go out of America; they knew I was going to fight in the courts. And every American is a foreigner – the real Americans have been killed, massacred, forced into forests, into small reservations. They have even changed their name; they are called “Red Indians.”
Even Ronald Reagan is not an American; neither was Abraham Lincoln. So there is no problem: if other foreigners can be chosen to be the president of America, I am also eligible.
And when they deported me… After that the Supreme Court of Oregon declared my commune to be victorious and the party named “One Thousand Friends of Oregon” was defeated, they appealed to the Supreme Court of America and the Supreme Court also gave its decision in my favor: that the destruction of the commune and expulsion of me and my people had been absolutely undemocratic, unconstitutional. This proves an old saying that justice delayed is justice denied. Now what is the point of being victorious in the court, the highest court in America, when they have crushed everything? They destroyed the commune which five thousand sannyasins had worked to create for five years – for ten hours, twelve hours per day – transforming a desert into a beautiful city.
It was a great experiment of brotherhood, of love, of peace – no crime, no court, no law. And five thousand people created all the roads, transformed the whole desert into an oasis. It was not a small place, it was 126 square miles. It was almost a country.
What was the fear of the American politicians? The fear was our creativity, our laughter; the fear was our joy. For the first time in the history of the world, five thousand people lived as a family. Nobody asked anybody’s country or religion or caste or race. And every year, twenty thousand people from around the world used to come to see this miracle. The American politicians became disturbed by the success of the commune.
There has been great research conducted by psychoanalysts on eccentric people, and their findings are very revealing. First, that eccentric people are more intelligent, more creative, more joyous than the ordinary mediocre masses; the so-called sane people are not so creative. Secondly, in every profession the eccentric person will rise higher just because of his creativity, sensitivity, intelligence.
The researchers have found that politics is the only profession where – except Abraham Lincoln – there has not been any eccentric person. It is a strange finding. The politician is very cunning, he is not clever. He substitutes cunningness for cleverness. He is not wise, because to be wise in this world is to be condemned by the masses and the politician cannot afford that.
But all the great people – the poets, the painters, the sculptors, the scientists, the mystics – have all been eccentric. The finding is that eccentric people don’t bother about the masses; they are more integrated individuals. They live according to their own light, they have their own style. You may condemn them, but you cannot make them compromise.
This research has given me an absolute certainty about why the American politicians became so disturbed by a commune which was joyous, intelligent – singing songs with the trees and dancing with the peacocks. They became afraid because the comparison was clear, that the commune was reaching toward higher consciousness, liveliness – higher in every possible way than the ordinary masses. The politicians were going to be asked, “Why isn’t it happening in the whole world?” If it can happen in a small commune and people can live lovingly, dancingly, joyously, then what is missing in the whole world? Why are people so miserable?
Just as Jesus was crucified, my people and the commune as a whole have been crucified. Even their own constitution could not support their acts. And once something is disturbed it is very difficult to put it together again.
But we are doing the experiment again and we are in a far more successful stage now. Our people are more joyous, more meditative; more intelligent, uncompromising. This is the meeting of the eccentric people – but highly intelligent. My whole effort is to spread intelligence, love, freedom – without any boundaries, without any frontiers – around the globe. It can be done only by the individual – not by religions, not by political parties, not by any other kind of organizations. The whole thing depends on the individual rising to the highest peak of his being and potentiality.
I am giving you a second new meditation – because since Gautam Buddha, not a single new meditation has been evolved. This meditation will be the preface for the coming series on Zen.
Zen means your very essence, your very being.
I have talked about the meditation, and a group of people have done it for twenty-one days. But all of you have not been participants. At the beginning of this series, be a participant in this meditation called the Mystic Rose.
It has four steps. All are designed for a particular purpose: to bring out all the poison from your being that has been injected by every generation for centuries. Laughter is the first step. One of the great writers, Norman Cousins, has written just now of his life-long experiment: that if he laughs for just twenty minutes without any reason, all his tensions disappear. His consciousness grows; the dust disappears.
You will see it for yourself. If you can laugh without any reason, you will see something repressed within you… From your very childhood you have been told not to laugh: “Be serious!” You have to come out of that repressive conditioning.
The second step is tears. Tears have been repressed even more deeply. It has been told to us that tears are a symptom of weakness. They are not. Tears can cleanse not only your eyes, but your heart too. They soften you, they are a biological strategy to keep you clean, to keep you unburdened.
It is now a well-known fact that fewer women go mad than men. And the reason has been found to be that women can cry and weep more easily than men. Even to the small child it is said, “Be a man! Don’t cry like a woman!” But if you look at the physiology of your body, you have the same glands full of tears whether you are man or woman.
It has been found that fewer women commit suicide than men, and of course, no woman in history has been the cause of founding violent religions, wars, massacres.
If the whole world can learn to cry and weep again it will be a tremendous transformation, a metamorphosis.
The third step is silence. I have called it “The Watcher on the Hills.” Become as silent as you are alone on the top of a Himalayan peak – utterly silent and alone, just watching, listening… Sensitive, but still.
And the fourth step is let-go.
At every step Nivedano will be asked to beat his drum. Yesterday he forgot himself in the meditation. I had been trying hard, but he was so much in his own gibberish. And what is the gibberish? He was fighting with Mukta! These are the two fighters here: Mukta and Nivedano. Mukta is fighting for the trees, Nivedano is fighting for the rocks.
Once he had started, he did not listen. Today, he is not allowed to participate. It is your work to remember that when I say “Beat the drum,” beat it – otherwise everybody else around you will beat you! Agreed?
Okay, we start our first step of the Mystic Rose Meditation. Give the beat, Nivedano!
[Drumbeat]
[Nivedano gives one resounding beat on his drum and the whole of Buddha Hall explodes into wild laughter for several minutes. Throughout the meditation, Osho appears to be weaving and conducting invisible currents of energy with his hands.]
[Drumbeat]
[Now the laughter changes to crying.]
[Drumbeat]
[Total silence descends. Not a sound, only the singing of the night birds and the creaking of the bamboos.]
Nivedano…
[Drumbeat]
[Everybody falls backwards on the floor, toppling higgledy-piggledy on top of each other, wherever they happen to fall, lying still in a deep “let-go.”]
Relax.
This is it…
The experience…
And the bamboos are giving the comment…
Nivedano…
[Drumbeat]
Come back.
[Everybody slowly sits up. A few moments follow of very delicate silence…]
I am wearing sunglasses in the night; it is due to the courtesy of President Ronald Reagan. His poisoning has created many aftereffects. One of them is that my eyes have immensely weakened; they cannot face even the daylight. But even through my glasses I am perfectly able to see you.
In this connection a practical joke:
I have received an invitation from one of the most important global promoters in the election of the president of America. They want me to run for the presidency and they are ready to promote me, even though I have been prevented – illegally, unconstitutionally – from entering America for ten years. But I can certainly enter into the presidential election. The law cannot prevent me. I can remain outside of America.
I have told Global Promotions to go ahead.
It does not matter whether I win or lose. What matters is that it will decide how many intelligent people live in America, how many people have a sense of humor and how many people have a universal sense of humanity as one.
If by chance I win the presidency, it will be really the greatest laughter in history. And it will be the beginning of a new day. I certainly hope there are people, irrespective of party or religion or prejudice, who will support me just for the sake of a good laugh.
These glasses will do well, they will look good on American television sets. At least my face will be more presentable than Ronald Reagan’s.
My fight continues against the illegality and the crime that has been done to me and to my commune and my people. You will be surprised that they went on delaying a decision in the Supreme Court of Oregon till they expelled me from America…
I was there for five years without any entry visa. They could not tell me to go out of America; they knew I was going to fight in the courts. And every American is a foreigner – the real Americans have been killed, massacred, forced into forests, into small reservations. They have even changed their name; they are called “Red Indians.”
Even Ronald Reagan is not an American; neither was Abraham Lincoln. So there is no problem: if other foreigners can be chosen to be the president of America, I am also eligible.
And when they deported me… After that the Supreme Court of Oregon declared my commune to be victorious and the party named “One Thousand Friends of Oregon” was defeated, they appealed to the Supreme Court of America and the Supreme Court also gave its decision in my favor: that the destruction of the commune and expulsion of me and my people had been absolutely undemocratic, unconstitutional. This proves an old saying that justice delayed is justice denied. Now what is the point of being victorious in the court, the highest court in America, when they have crushed everything? They destroyed the commune which five thousand sannyasins had worked to create for five years – for ten hours, twelve hours per day – transforming a desert into a beautiful city.
It was a great experiment of brotherhood, of love, of peace – no crime, no court, no law. And five thousand people created all the roads, transformed the whole desert into an oasis. It was not a small place, it was 126 square miles. It was almost a country.
What was the fear of the American politicians? The fear was our creativity, our laughter; the fear was our joy. For the first time in the history of the world, five thousand people lived as a family. Nobody asked anybody’s country or religion or caste or race. And every year, twenty thousand people from around the world used to come to see this miracle. The American politicians became disturbed by the success of the commune.
There has been great research conducted by psychoanalysts on eccentric people, and their findings are very revealing. First, that eccentric people are more intelligent, more creative, more joyous than the ordinary mediocre masses; the so-called sane people are not so creative. Secondly, in every profession the eccentric person will rise higher just because of his creativity, sensitivity, intelligence.
The researchers have found that politics is the only profession where – except Abraham Lincoln – there has not been any eccentric person. It is a strange finding. The politician is very cunning, he is not clever. He substitutes cunningness for cleverness. He is not wise, because to be wise in this world is to be condemned by the masses and the politician cannot afford that.
But all the great people – the poets, the painters, the sculptors, the scientists, the mystics – have all been eccentric. The finding is that eccentric people don’t bother about the masses; they are more integrated individuals. They live according to their own light, they have their own style. You may condemn them, but you cannot make them compromise.
This research has given me an absolute certainty about why the American politicians became so disturbed by a commune which was joyous, intelligent – singing songs with the trees and dancing with the peacocks. They became afraid because the comparison was clear, that the commune was reaching toward higher consciousness, liveliness – higher in every possible way than the ordinary masses. The politicians were going to be asked, “Why isn’t it happening in the whole world?” If it can happen in a small commune and people can live lovingly, dancingly, joyously, then what is missing in the whole world? Why are people so miserable?
Just as Jesus was crucified, my people and the commune as a whole have been crucified. Even their own constitution could not support their acts. And once something is disturbed it is very difficult to put it together again.
But we are doing the experiment again and we are in a far more successful stage now. Our people are more joyous, more meditative; more intelligent, uncompromising. This is the meeting of the eccentric people – but highly intelligent. My whole effort is to spread intelligence, love, freedom – without any boundaries, without any frontiers – around the globe. It can be done only by the individual – not by religions, not by political parties, not by any other kind of organizations. The whole thing depends on the individual rising to the highest peak of his being and potentiality.
I am giving you a second new meditation – because since Gautam Buddha, not a single new meditation has been evolved. This meditation will be the preface for the coming series on Zen.
Zen means your very essence, your very being.
I have talked about the meditation, and a group of people have done it for twenty-one days. But all of you have not been participants. At the beginning of this series, be a participant in this meditation called the Mystic Rose.
It has four steps. All are designed for a particular purpose: to bring out all the poison from your being that has been injected by every generation for centuries. Laughter is the first step. One of the great writers, Norman Cousins, has written just now of his life-long experiment: that if he laughs for just twenty minutes without any reason, all his tensions disappear. His consciousness grows; the dust disappears.
You will see it for yourself. If you can laugh without any reason, you will see something repressed within you… From your very childhood you have been told not to laugh: “Be serious!” You have to come out of that repressive conditioning.
The second step is tears. Tears have been repressed even more deeply. It has been told to us that tears are a symptom of weakness. They are not. Tears can cleanse not only your eyes, but your heart too. They soften you, they are a biological strategy to keep you clean, to keep you unburdened.
It is now a well-known fact that fewer women go mad than men. And the reason has been found to be that women can cry and weep more easily than men. Even to the small child it is said, “Be a man! Don’t cry like a woman!” But if you look at the physiology of your body, you have the same glands full of tears whether you are man or woman.
It has been found that fewer women commit suicide than men, and of course, no woman in history has been the cause of founding violent religions, wars, massacres.
If the whole world can learn to cry and weep again it will be a tremendous transformation, a metamorphosis.
The third step is silence. I have called it “The Watcher on the Hills.” Become as silent as you are alone on the top of a Himalayan peak – utterly silent and alone, just watching, listening… Sensitive, but still.
And the fourth step is let-go.
At every step Nivedano will be asked to beat his drum. Yesterday he forgot himself in the meditation. I had been trying hard, but he was so much in his own gibberish. And what is the gibberish? He was fighting with Mukta! These are the two fighters here: Mukta and Nivedano. Mukta is fighting for the trees, Nivedano is fighting for the rocks.
Once he had started, he did not listen. Today, he is not allowed to participate. It is your work to remember that when I say “Beat the drum,” beat it – otherwise everybody else around you will beat you! Agreed?
Okay, we start our first step of the Mystic Rose Meditation. Give the beat, Nivedano!
[Drumbeat]
[Nivedano gives one resounding beat on his drum and the whole of Buddha Hall explodes into wild laughter for several minutes. Throughout the meditation, Osho appears to be weaving and conducting invisible currents of energy with his hands.]
[Drumbeat]
[Now the laughter changes to crying.]
[Drumbeat]
[Total silence descends. Not a sound, only the singing of the night birds and the creaking of the bamboos.]
Nivedano…
[Drumbeat]
[Everybody falls backwards on the floor, toppling higgledy-piggledy on top of each other, wherever they happen to fall, lying still in a deep “let-go.”]
Relax.
This is it…
The experience…
And the bamboos are giving the comment…
Nivedano…
[Drumbeat]
Come back.
[Everybody slowly sits up. A few moments follow of very delicate silence…]