FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE WROTE OF HIMSELF – BUT I SEE HIS SENTIMENTS AS BEING MUCH MORE TRUE OF YOU:
”ONE DAY THERE WILL BE ASSOCIATED WITH ME A CRISIS LIKE NO OTHER BEFOEXISTENCEN EARTH, OF THE PROFOUNDEST COLLISION OF CONSCIENCE, OF A DECISION EVOKED AGAINST EVERYTHING THAT UNTIL THEN HAD BEEN BELIEVED IN, DEMANDED, SACRIFICED. IT IS MY FATE TO KNOW MYSELF IN OPPOSITION TO THE MENDACIOUSNESS OF MILLENNIA....
”I AM NOT A MAN, I AM DYNAMITE.”
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I am not a man, I am dynamite. What Nietzsche was saying did not happen in his life; he ended up in a madhouse. No crowd gathered, no disciples, no friends.
His last phase of life was a tragedy. The woman he loved refused to marry him because she did not think he was in his senses. The man he respected, Wagner, a great musician, told him not to come to his house because it was Wagner’s wife to whom he had proposed. All his friends deserted him, only his sister remained to take care of him. And finally she was also unable to take care and had to put him into a madhouse.
He was certainly a man of great insight, but all his insights were only intellectual. Those great insights drove him mad, because he could not manage to live with the crowd, and he could not manage to live alone. He was against everything, just the way I am.
But I am absolutely capable of living alone. My aloneness is absolute silence. I just come for the evening talk to be with you, then I am alone the whole day, the whole night. But my aloneness is not lonely, my aloneness is so full of existence, so full of ecstasy and divine drunkenness. My aloneness is my innermost depth, my highest consciousness.
Friedrich Nietzsche was poor in the sense that he never knew anything of meditation. So his dynamite turned against himself. He burned himself in his own intellectual, rational, logical arguments.
But I am certainly not a man, I am dynamite. And my people have come already and they are coming more and more. Millions more will be here. No boundaries of nations, no boundaries of any church can prevent them. And my whole work is to put dynamite in you to destroy you completely, so that you can enter into the cosmos with an easy heart, relaxed, at peace, finally at home.
Maneesha, you are right, your feeling is right. It does not need any commentary on it.
This is the right time for Sardar Gurudayal Singh. After such a serious and difficult time, Sardar Gurudayal Singh has come to help me.
Gilda and Gilbert Goldfish are swimming around in their fish bowl one day, having a deep philosophical discussion.
”So,” gurgles Gilda, ”you say that you do not believe in the existence of God?”
”That’s right,” bubbles Gilbert, throwing down his copy of THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA. ”And Friedrich Nietzsche says that God is dead and fish are free!”
”Holy shit!” splutters Gilda. ”Then who is that guy that changes our water?”
Chester Cheese, the golf-crazed golfer, is preparing one Sunday morning to go golfing at the local golf course.
”Golf! Golf! Golf!” nags Betty Cheese, his wife, standing with her hands on her hips and curlers in her hair. ”That’s all you ever think about. If you ever spent a week-end with me I think I would drop dead!”
”Look,” replies Chester, putting on his golf hat. ”There is no point in trying to bribe me!”
Chief Patrol Officer Kowalski and his partner, Officer Jablonski, are walking down Main Street in Warsaw late one night. Suddenly, Officer Kowalski stumbles over a dead body lying on the sidewalk with a huge knife in its back, just in front of the Philharmonic Hall.
”Ho!” shouts Kowalski with surprise. ”What do we have here?”
”It is a dead body, chief!” exclaims Officer Jablonski, his eyes popping out.
”Right!” says Kowalski, and he pulls out his pad and paper and starts writing.
”Time!” shouts Kowalski.
”Er, one a.m.” replies Jablonski, nervously looking at his watch.
”Okay,” says Kowalski, writing furiously. ”Now, date!”
”Er, March seventh,” replies Jablonski, checking his calendar book.
”Good!” shouts Kowalski. ”Description!”
”Er, knife stuck in back,” cries Jablonski.
”Right!” exclaims Kowalski. ”And location!”
Jablonski looks up at the huge building and says, ”Er, F-I-L-A-M-O-N-I-C. Philharmonic Hall?”
Kowalski scratches his head, and starts writing.
”F-I-L... no, that’s not right,” he says, and then he tries again.
”P-I-L-L... no, that’s not it! Maybe it is F-H-I-L – oh, shit!” snaps Kowalski, breaking his pencil. ”How the hell do you spell ‘Philharmonic’?”
”Gee,” replies Jablonski, ”I don’t know.”
Then Kowalski bends over, picks up the bleeding body, throws it over his shoulder, and starts walking away.
”Hey! Chief!” cries Officer Jablonski. ”Where are you going?”
Kowalski turns around and says, ”Let’s put him in front of the post office!”
Nivedano...
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Nivedano...
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Be silent, close your eyes and feel your body to be completely frozen.
This is the right moment to look inwards.
Gather your energy, your total consciousness, and with an urgency, as if this is going to be your last moment in life, rush towards your very center – faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
As you come closer to your center, a great silence descends over you. It is falling almost like soft rain, so tangible. A little closer, and a great peace arises from your very sources, surrounds you in a glory you have never known before, in a grace that is not of this world.
One step more and you are at the very center of your being.
For the first time you are seeing your original face. As a symbol in the East we have accepted the face of Buddha as the original face of everyone. You are facing your own hidden buddha.
This is your hidden splendor. This is your nature, your dharma.
The buddha has only one quality, witnessing.
Witness that you are not the body, witness that you are not the mind, witness that you are only a witness. And suddenly you have become one with the buddha.
As your witnessing deepens, a great ecstasy starts, starts arising in you just as if a lotus flower is opening in the morning sun, so fresh.
On its petals there are still cold dewdrops of the night, shining in the morning sun like pearls.
At this moment you are the most fortunate people on the earth. To be at your center, to be a buddha is the greatest experience of life.
To make this witnessing deeper...
Nivedano...
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Relax... Let go... But keep on witnessing.
Slowly slowly, you start melting like ice in the ocean. Gautama the Buddha Auditorium is turning into an ocean of consciousness.
Ten thousand buddhas are disappearing as separate units and are becoming the oceanic vastness, eternity, infinity.
This is your ultimate nature. This is your birthright, to be a buddha; and you have gone beyond the mind and you have reached to the very source of your being from where you have come. And when the source and the goal become one, the circle is complete. This completion of the circle is enlightenment. Every day it will become deeper and deeper.
Collect all the experiences that are happening right now: the feeling of vastness, the oceanic feeling, the great peace, the strange silence, the great ecstasy and flowers of bliss showering on you.
Collect everything, you have to bring all these things to your ordinary day-to-day life – the same grace, the same peace, the same silence, the same joy, the same celebration.
If you can manage to bring all these things from the center to the circumference, the buddha is bound to follow.
But anyway, persuade him.
Before Nivedano calls you back, persuade the buddha to come a little closer, just following you so that he remains a continuous presence behind you.
In every act, in every gesture, in every word, in every silence, day, night, waking, walking, sleeping, whatever you are doing, his presence is always there following you like a shadow.
But the shadow is very solid and the shadow is very radiant; the shadow fills you with great joy. Your heart starts dancing.
Nivedano...
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Come back... but come back very peacefully as if there is no one here, very silently, with great grace. You have to remember that you are a buddha.
Sit down just for a few seconds to remind yourself of the golden path that you followed, to remind yourself of all the experiences that open their doors at the center of your being.
The experience of the center is the only miracle there is.
Just by your honesty, just by your sincerity, you have made this evening a magic evening. Feel the presence of buddha behind you.
These are the three steps of meditation: first, you will find buddha as a presence behind you; second, you will find buddha as a presence in front of you, you will become a shadow; and third, your shadow will disappear into the buddha, you will become the buddha himself.
You will not be anymore, only the buddha is.
Buddha is just a symbol of pure existence, of ultimate liberation, of nirvana.
One day, these three steps will be fulfilled in you. When the third step is fulfilled, you are awakened, enlightened. Then there is no birth for you, no death for you. You have become part of the ultimate cosmos.
God is dead, and Zen is the only living truth.
God is Dead, Now Zen is the Only Living Truth 108 ♡♥Osho♡♥
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