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Chapter 1: Truth Is the Greatest Offender

Osho,
I remember you so often using the phrase, “Be in the marketplace, but not of it.” I thought this meant that when I was away from you, I would need to constantly remind myself that I was no longer part of the marketplace mentality - I was a sannyasin.

Recently, dropped into the so-called normal reality of bargain-hunting and flat-finding, of supermarkets and skinheads, I realized your people aren’t part of the marketplace; that now there is no need to remind ourselves - we are very obviously and irrevocably a race apart.

Only weeks ago, my question was about helping your vision to be realized. Now, after my recent experience of the world, and seeing its treatment of you, I don’t even have the energy to talk to people about you. Does this mean they are too far gone - or am I?

The way the world has treated me is absolutely natural, you should not feel offended by it. If they had been respectful, understanding, and loving towards me, that would have been a shock. Their treatment is absolutely expected.

You have not gone far away, they have gone far away and they have been going on and on for millions of years. The distance between the real man and the man that exists in the world has become almost unbridgeable. They are so far away from their own reality, they have forgotten the way back home.

They have forgotten what the purpose of their being here was.

There is an ancient parable:

A very wise king wanted his son - the only son, who was going to be his successor - to be a wise man before he succeeded him and became the king of a vast kingdom. The old man chose a way which was very strange: he sent the son away from the kingdom, told him that he was abandoned, that he should forget completely that he was a prince - “He is no longer a prince and I am not going to make him my successor.”

All his beautiful clothes, ornaments - everything was taken away. He was given the clothes of a beggar and sent away in the middle of the night in a chariot to be thrown out of the kingdom. And there were strict orders that he should not be allowed back in the kingdom from anywhere.

Years passed; the prince really became a beggar. He really forgot that he was a prince. In fact there had been no effort on his part to forget - he was a beggar. He was begging for clothes, for food, for shelter, and he had slowly accepted the condition he was in.

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