Chapter 9: Freedom from the Past
You can only accomplish this in one way: get the calendar for the twenty-first century printed, hang it in your homes, and you will have reached the twenty-first century. Start using the dates of the twenty-first century. No one has any right to prevent us from this: “The calendar is ours. We are printing it. We don’t want to live in the twentieth century, we want to live in the twenty-first century.”
On the calendar you can reach, but not in real life. And you are not even ready to even hear those who are able take you there in real life.
I can take you into the twenty-first century, but you are not ready to hear me because arriving in the twenty-first century depends on two things.
First, you will have to be free of your past, you will have to become light. You are so badly tied to the past that you take one step forward and then take two steps back. You are tied to the past with everything. You will have to drop every relationship with the past. Just think: nature itself has not given you eyes in the back of your skull. Eyes are for looking ahead. What has passed has passed; what has gone has gone; what has withered has withered. Focus your eyes forward. But no! You are busy watching Ramaleela, the re-enactment of Rama’s life.
There can be no Ramaleela in the twenty-first century. There is no place for Rama in the twenty-first century, because Rama’s whole behavior is inhuman. He ordered molten lead to be poured into the ears of a young sudra, an untouchable, because he had heard some hymns of the Rig Veda. And it is the kingdom of this Rama that Mahatma Gandhi wants to bring back to this country - this cruelty, this inhumanness! And Rama still remains an incarnation of God. He is still your revered figure. Say goodbye to him now!
Just turn back and look: who are the people that you are entangled with, and what kind of people are they?
Krishna had sixteen thousand women out of whom only one, Rukmini, was his real wife. The poor woman doesn’t even get much of a mention. Who bothers about his real wife? Who cares about one’s own wife? Except for this one wife, all the other sixteen thousand were taken away from others. They were others’ wives: they had children, husbands, old in-laws. Their families must have been ruined. Their only fault was that they were beautiful.
Once Krishna saw a woman and her beauty was noticed by him, he would not give a damn what effect it would have on others. The woman was simply carried away. His soldiers would forcibly take the woman away to Krishna’s harem. And yet not a single man in India had the guts to raise a finger against Krishna: “Is this the man we call a total incarnation of God? If these are the qualities of a total incarnation of God then we don’t want God reincarnating here. Now he should go somewhere else: there are so many stars and planets and constellations. Let him die wherever he pleases, but no more visits here.”