Chapter 44: Session 44
Many times I am surprised at how the body has grown old, but as far as I am concerned I don’t feel old age or the aging process. Not even for a single moment have I felt different. I am the same, and so many things have happened but they have happened only on the periphery. So I can tell you what happened, but remember always, nothing has happened to me. I am just as innocent and as ignorant as I was before my birth.
The Zen people say, “Unless you know how you were, what was your face before you were born, you cannot understand us.”
Naturally you will think, “These people are mad and they are trying to drive me mad too. Perhaps they are trying to convince me to look at my navel, or do something stupid like that.”
And there are people who are doing things like that, and with great success, and have thousands of followers. To be with me is not to be on any trodden path. It is, in a strange way, not to be on any path at all.and then suddenly, you are home.
This happened to me, but around it thousands of other things also happened. And who knows who will trigger what? Look at Devageet; now something is triggered in him. Nobody knows, anything can start a process that can lead you to yourself. It is not far away, nor close by; it is just where you are. That’s why sometimes the buddhas have laughed, seeing the utter stupidity of all effort; the stupidity of all that they have been doing. But to see it they had to pass through many things.
What is the time?
“Seven minutes past ten, Osho.”
Seven past ten?
Masto at our last meeting said many things; perhaps some of it may be helpful to somebody somewhere. He was about to leave, so he was saying everything that he wanted to say to me. Of course, he had to be very, very brief. He used maxims. That was strange, because the man was a prolific orator - and using maxims?
He said, “You don’t understand, I am in a hurry. Just listen, don’t argue, because if we start arguing I will not be able to fulfill my promise to Pagal Baba.”
Of course, when he said “Pagal Baba,” he knew that name meant so much for me that I never argued against him. Then he could say even two plus two is five, and I would listen, not only listen but believe, trust. “Two plus two is four” needs no trust; but “two plus two equals five” certainly needs a love that goes beyond arithmetic. If Baba had said it, then it must be so.
So I listened; these were his few words. They were not many, but very significant.
He said, “First, never enter into any organization.”