Chapter 23: Miracles Are Mostly Fiction
Once Jalaluddin became aware that you can find the unmoving center of your being, he tried for thirty-six hours non-stop, without eating, without drinking - he was determined to whirl to his absolute capacity, not to hold back anything.unless he falls, he is not going to stop. Thirty-six hours he whirled, a great crowd watched. The crowd went on changing; people had to go to eat and then they came again. People had to do their work and then they came again; thirty-six hours is a long period. And after thirty-six hours he fell down. And people heard a great laughter.
Jalaluddin was laughing loudly, and he said, “You think you have seen me falling, I have also seen myself falling. These thirty-six hours I have not moved a single inch. Now I don’t have to go to Mecca in search of God, I have found him. In the unmoving center of my own being, he is.”
The followers of Rumi don’t have great scriptures, don’t have any rituals, except whirling, and a few beautiful poems by Jalaluddin Rumi, which he used to sing after whirling and falling. He will get up and he will be so drunk - in that drunkenness he will sing a song, and those songs have been collected. That is the only literature the followers of Rumi have.
These lines are also from one of the poems of Rumi. Each sentence is impeccable - not only true, but also utterly beautiful.
We are the mirror, that’s what I have been saying to you again and again; that we are not the doer, we are only the mirror. Don’t get identified with your doings, with your actions; remain a witness, just a watcher. But we are not taught the most essential things of life, we are taught all kinds of stupid things.
The most essential is the art of watchfulness.
I have heard, a drunkard came home in the night. And however drunk you may be, the closer you come to home, as you remember your wife, you almost start becoming sober.just the remembrance. And that day was special, because the wife had got so tired.in the middle of every night he will come, and she will have to get up and open the door, and then the fight.. So she had given him the key that day and told him, “Now behave! When you come home be as silent as possible.”
So he was moving very silently - and a policeman was watching. He thought, This is strange, it is his own house, and he is going as if he is a thief. And finally the drunk tried hard to find the lock. Somehow he managed to find the lock, holding the lock in one hand and the key in another, but he could not manage to make the key enter into the lock. Both his hands were shaking. He said, “This is strange. Is there anybody to help me? The house is shaking.”
The policeman came and he said, “What is the matter?”
He said, “You just hold the house for a moment, so I can open the lock.”
The policeman laughed. He said, “You just give me the key and I will open the lock.” So the policeman opened the lock.
The drunkard wanted no trouble that day. The wife had been really very graceful in giving the key. But on the way he had been fighting with another drunkard, and the other drunkard had scratched him, and blood was oozing from many places in his face. So first he entered into the house, very cautiously - but he stumbled, and the wife said, “Who is there?”