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Chapter 1: This in Remembrance of Me

Remember, others can cause suffering for you, but they cannot cause happiness. Once you understand this, they cannot even cause suffering. You can cause suffering for others, you cannot cause happiness. Once you understand this, you stop causing suffering also. Suffering is part of the cause-and-effect chain. Happiness is a spontaneous arousal of life. Where there is no cause for suffering, suddenly it is there. It has always been there, but you have been too focused on suffering.

That’s why Buddha says, “Don’t be worried about happiness, about bliss. Don’t talk about sat-chit-anand, don’t talk about ultimate bliss - there is no need. Just know how not to cause suffering.” If suffering is not there, the very absence of suffering is bliss, because bliss is your intrinsic nature. It is not something that comes from the outside.

Watch: whenever suffering is felt, you will always feel as if it is coming from the outside, and whenever you feel happy, you simply feel that happiness is arising from within you. Happiness is a flower of your own consciousness. Suffering is a thorn which has entered into you: alien, foreign, not of you. So whenever you suffer you start thinking that somebody, somewhere, must be responsible for it; known, not known, but somebody must be responsible for it. Whenever you are happy you never think that somebody is responsible for it. Whenever you suffer, you inquire as to the cause. Whenever you are happy, you never even ask.

If somebody is happy and he asks, “Why am I happy?” it will look absurd, it will look foolish, it will look mad. You are happy - that’s all. There is no “why” to it. But if somebody in suffering asks, “Why am I in suffering?” nobody can say that he is asking irrelevant things. “Why” with suffering is relevant, with bliss it is irrelevant.

One evening Pascal was feeling happy, suddenly, for no visible cause - because there is none. He was happy, calm and collected; quietly the inner river was flowing; there was no blocking, the flow was perfect. Floating, in a deep let-go, he fell asleep. In the middle of the night suddenly he awoke, and he was so happy that he couldn’t believe it - happiness was showering from everywhere! He danced - he had never danced. He started singing and he wrote a few lines on paper. These are the lines:

“Fire - God of Abraham,

Isaac and Jacob,

God of Jesus,

not of the philosophers and the scientists.

Certainty, certainty, feeling, joy, peace;

the world has not known you,

but I have known you.

Joy, joy, joy, tears of joy!”

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