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Chapter 10: He Sings and Dances and Cries

Berkowitz and Michaelson, who were not only business partners but lifelong friends, made a pact: that whichever one died first would come back and tell the other what it was like in heaven.

Six months later, Berkowitz died. He was a very moral man, almost saint-like, a puritan who had never done anything wrong, who had always remained afraid of lust and sex. Michaelson waited for his dear departed holy friend to show some sign that he had returned to earth. Michaelson passed the time impatiently hoping for and eagerly awaiting a message from Berkowitz.

Then one year after his death, Berkowitz spoke to Michaelson. It was late at night; Michaelson was in bed.

“Michaelson, Michaelson,” echoed the voice.

“Is that you, Berkowitz?”


“What is it like where you are?”

“We have breakfast, then we make love, we eat lunch then we make love, we have dinner, then we make love.”

“Is that what heaven is like?” asked Michaelson.

“Who said anything about heaven?” said Berkowitz. “I am in Wisconsin, and I am a bull.”

Remember, this happens to people who repress sex. Nothing else can happen because that whole energy repressed becomes a load and pulls you down. You move towards lower stages of being. If love arises out of lust, you start rising towards higher being.

So remember, what you want to become - a buddha or a bull - depends on you. If you want to become a buddha, then don’t be afraid of sex. Move into it, know it well, become more and more alert about it. Be careful; it is tremendously valuable energy. Make it a meditation and transform it, by and by, into love. It is raw material, like a raw diamond: you have to cut it and polish it. Then it becomes of tremendous value. If somebody gives you an unpolished, raw, uncut diamond, you may not even recognize that it is a diamond. Even the Kohinoor in its raw state is worthless. Lust is a Kohinoor: it has to be polished, it has to be understood.

The questioner seems to be afraid and antagonistic: “It is all my hidden cravings for sex and all that.” There is a condemnation in it. Nothing is wrong; man is a sexual animal. That’s how we are. That’s the way life means us to be. That’s how we have found ourselves here.