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Alertness with no effort...

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A lion was walking through the forest taking a poll to determine who was the greatest among all the wildlife animals. When he saw the hippopotamus, he inquired, 'Who is king of the forest?' 'You are,' said the hippopotamus. Next he met a giraffe. 'Who is king of the forest?' he inquired. 'You are,' said the giraffe. Next he met the elephant. He gave him a good rap on the knee and said, 'And who is the king of the forest?' The elephant picked him up in his trunk and swung him against the tree. As the lion slid down, brushing himself off, he said, 'You don't have to get so mad just because you don't know the right answer.'

Vimal, unfortunately I know the right answer. I will not get mad at you, but certainly I will tell you where you are wrong and where you are right.

First, sitting with me in these discourses is nothing but creating more and more meditativeness in you. I don't speak to teach something; I speak to create something. These are not lectures; these are simply a device for you to become silent, because if you are told to become silent without making any effort you will find great difficulty.

That's what Zen teachers have been telling their disciples: 'Be silent, but don't make any effort.' Now, you are putting the person into such a difficult fix: Don't make any effort and be silent.... If he makes any effort he is wrong -- and there is no way to be silent without making any effort. If it were possible to be silent without any effort there would have been no need of any master, there would have been no need of teaching meditation. People would have become silent without any effort.

I have gone as deep into Zen efforts as possible. They have been working for almost fourteen centuries, since Bodhidharma. They are one of the greatest groups in the world, totally devoted to a single thing, and that is meditation. There is no other experiment anywhere which has been done for so long a time continuously. But still there are not many Zen masters.

Yes, there are more masters in the stream of Zen than in any other stream in the world, but still they are very few compared to the people who have been working. I have been searching out what was the basic mistake -- and this is the basic mistake, Vimal: those Zen masters told them the right thing, but not in the right way. I am making you aware of silences without any effort on your part. My speaking is for the first time being used as a strategy to create silence in you.

This is not a teaching, a doctrine, a creed; that's why I can say anything. I am the most free person who has ever existed as far as saying anything is concerned. I can contradict myself in the same evening a hundred times, because it is not a speech, so it has not to be consistent. It is a totally different thing, and it will take time for the world to recognize that a tremendously different experiment was going on.

Just in a moment, when I became silent, you become silent.... What remains is just a pure awaiting. You are not making any effort; neither am I making any effort. I enjoy to talk. It is not an effort.

I love to see you silent.
I love to see you laugh.
I love to see you dance.
But in all these activities, the fundamental remains meditation.
This is for you all, absolutely unrelated with anything.

Hymie and Becky Goldberg are with their teen-age son, Herschel, on holiday in California. Herschel is jogging down the beach when he happens to see someone drowning, not far from the shore. Rushing into the surf, he pulls the man out. Much to his surprise it is Ronald Reagan. The president sits up in the sand, and when he finally manages to catch his breath, he says, 'Young man, that was a heroic deed you just did. In such uncertain times as today, with the stock market crash and the Middle East crisis, the world can't do without me. Tell me son, if there is anything I can do for you, just let me know.' Herschel thinks for a minute, 'You know there is one thing.'
'Name it,' Ronald Reagan urges.
'I would like to be buried with my surfboard in Surfers' Paradise Beach, here in California.' The request takes Ronald Reagan by surprise. 'I don't understand,' he says. 'From the looks of you, you're in perfect health.'
'Oh, I am,' answers Herschel. 'But when my father Hymie Goldberg finds out whose life I just saved, he's gonna kill me!'

Okay, Maneesha? Yes, Osho.

Satyam Shivam Sundram, Chapter 28

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