Chapter 2: Beyond the Capacity of the Mind
Then Saint Peter opened a window and looked down. He had one thousand eyes. The priest immediately fell on his knees, and said, “God.”
Saint Peter said, “I’m not God, I’m just the gatekeeper. You must have heard, my name is Saint Peter. As far as God is concerned, I have not yet been able to see him. It is a very vast space. Although I have one thousand eyes, I have not yet been able, in two thousand years, to find him.”
The priest said, “This is unbelievable. What about Jesus Christ?”
Saint Peter said, “I have not found him either, the place is so big. I have been searching for two thousand years. And who are you?”
He said, “I am a Christian priest from the earth.”
Saint Peter said, “This won’t do. What is the index number of your earth, which earth? There are millions of earths; each star has its own solar system, has its own planets, its own moons, its own earths. So you give me the index number, and I will run to the library to find out from which earth you are coming.”
The priest said, “My God! I have never heard about any index number. I’m coming from the solar system.”
Saint Peter said, “Each star has its own solar system, and there are millions of solar systems. Again, you will have to give me the index number.”
It became a nightmare. There was no question of his getting a welcome. First, he had to give his identity; only then would the doors open. Saint Peter disappeared, telling him, “I’m going to the library. Perhaps the librarian can help me.”
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting.perhaps thousands of years passed.he woke up from this nightmare, and he said, “My God! It is better to be alive; I don’t want to go to such a heaven. I cancel all the prayers that I have made before. It is so humiliating.”
But this is the situation. To us, our earth looks so big; compared to the sun, it is nothing. To us, our sun looks so big; compared to the stars, it is nothing. And the stars compared to the universe are nothing - just soap bubbles.
Just as mind is getting more and more baffled as it is approaching into the deeper realms of objective reality, in the same way, meditation goes on and on - new spaces go on opening up. It is never that you come to a place at which you can say, “This is the dead end of the street.” There is no dead end of the street - neither inwards, nor outwards. Both are infinite.
Hence, the feeling coming to you that there is “yet so much more,” is absolutely correct - and it is going to remain relevant forever! It is not that one day you will say, “Now the journey is finished.”
There is no goal, there is only a beautiful pilgrimage. Make the most of it - outwardly and inwardly. Have all possible experiences, and move on.
Gautam Buddha used to end his sermons every day with the word charaiveti: move on, move on. Never stop and think that you have come to the end.