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And Now, And Here-第50章

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i would like to say to you: have faith in seeking; not in begging。

you will attain to god not by begging but by knowing。

also; never believe what others say。

someone may have attained …… it is possible of course …… so dont disbelieve either; because that is superstition too。

neither believe nor disbelieve。

if someone es along and says he has attained god; say; 〃congratulations。

god has been very passionate to you; allowing you to find him。

but kindly dont show me。

let me find him also; otherwise i will remain a cripple。

〃 

if you are carried to a destination someone has already walked to; you will arrive as a cripple。

feet grow stronger by walking。

reaching a destination is not so important; the really important thing is that the traveler bees stronger in the pursuit。

attaining something is not as important as the transformation of the one who attained。

god; knowledge; or moksha are not readymade things。

they are the fruit of the offering of ones life; of a lifetime of effort and sadhana。

it is like the ultimate flower which es on its own。

but if you go to the market you will find plastic flowers。

they last longer。

you just need to dust them …… they last longer and create deception too。

but whom do they deceive? plastic flowers can deceive others …… those walking on the street can be fooled; they may think the flowers in your window are real …… but you cant be deceived because you bought them yourself。

for real flowers one has to sow the seeds; one has to put in effort; one has to raise the plants。

then; on their own; flowers bloom …… they are not brought in。

the experience of god is like the flower; ones sadhana is like the plant。

care for the plant and the flower will e by itself。

but we are in a hurry。

we say; 〃forget the plant; just give us the flower!〃 

sometimes when children go to school for an examination; they dont solve the arithmetic problem; they look up the answer in the back of the arithmetic book and write it down。

even though the answer given is absolutely right; it is totally wrong。

how can the answer of one who has not followed the method be right? his answer is absolutely right …… he has written five …… and those who followed the method have also written five。

but do you see the difference in the answer given by those who followed the method and those who stole it from the back of the book? and what difference does it make whether they have stolen it from the back of the gita or the koran? 

even though the answer given by both is the same; it is not the same; there is a fundamental difference。

the real question is not finding the answer; the real question is not arriving at five; the real question is learning how to arrive at the sum。

and the one who looked in the back of the book didnt learn that。

he didnt learn the arithmetic; he only got the answer。

and so; if you have learned something from somewhere; if you have received something from somebody; if you have heard something from someone and grabbed on to it …… then such a god is stolen from the back of the book。

then such a god is lifeless; dead; useless; good for nothing; not alive。

an alive religion es into being by living it; not by stealing answers from the back of some book。

but we are all thieves。

we scold little children and warn them not to steal。

the teacher also makes it clear that his students must not look for answers in the back of the book; that they should not steal their answers from somewhere …… but if he were to ask himself whether all his answers were stolen or not; it would seem all his answers were stolen as well。

the guru is a thief; the disciple is a thief; the teacher is a thief。

all lifes answers are stolen。

from stolen answers one can never find peace or joy。

joy is attained by going through the same process by which flowers of answers bloom on their own。

they are not borrowed。

 。。



Chapter 6

  
love is dangerous

31 october 1969 am in meditation camp at dwarka; gujarat; india 

question 1 

a friend has asked: why should we think of death at all? we have life; let us live it。

let us live in the present。

why do we bring in the thought of death? 

he has asked the right thing。

but his very asking; 〃why bring in the idea of death?〃 or 〃lets just live and not even think of death〃 shows in itself that even he cannot escape thinking about death。

death is such an enormous fact it cannot be ignored; although throughout our lives we try not to think of death …… not because death is not worth thinking about; but because the very thought of it is terrifying。

the very idea that 〃i will die〃 sends chills up our spines。

of course; it will shake you up while dying; but even before that; if this idea takes hold of your mind; it will shake you to your very roots。

man has always tried to forget about death; he has tried not to think about it。

we have managed our entire system of life in such a way that death should not bee visible。

all mans efforts and plans towards falsifying death seem to be succeeding; but they never are successful …… because death is there。

how will you escape from it? where will you escape? even running away from it; you are ultimately going to run into it。

no matter where you escape; no matter which direction you take; eventually you are going to end up there。

every day it approaches nearer …… whether you think about it or not; whether you escape from it or not。

one can never run away from a fact。

it is not that death is something which will happen in the future; so why think about it now? this too is a misapprehension。

death will not happen in the future …… death is already happening every moment。

although it will e to its pletion in the future; it is actually taking place every moment。

we are dying this very moment。

if we sit here for an hour; we will be dead one hour。

it may take seventy years for us to die pletely; nevertheless this one hour will be a part of it。

during this one hour we will be dying too。

it is not that after seventy years one dies all of a sudden; death never occurs instantaneously。
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