Even for me sometimes it is difficult. Every evening Mukta has to go on looking to see what I am writing, “swami” or “ma”, because she has to correct me many times: “Osho, this is a ma! This is a swami!” I don t think any buddha had this problem before. I must be the first one who is encountering this problem also feel puzzled sometimes utterly puzzled. No spiritual insight helps! I have to depend on Mukta: if she misses, then almost every day there will be at least one case: a ma will become a swami, a swami will become a ma.
But this sannyasin who has written to me: “There is great resistance whenever you talk about differences…” The resistance must be coming out of the idea that men and women are equal. I am not saying that they are not equal, I am simply saying they are not similar. Never confuse equality with similarity. They are perfectly equal but they are absolutely dissimilar – and that is their beauty. If you have this wrong notion that similarity means equality then you will be feeling a resistance.
I am just a mirror – don’t be angry with me. And there will be ninety percent of cases when you will feel anger against me because I will have to bring out much pus in you; I will have to open your wounds. You may have forgotten about them, completely forgotten; you may have started believing that they no longer exist. And I will have to reopen them to show you where you are, because unless you know where you are you cannot move a single inch, you cannot grow. You can move only from where you are.
And there will be ten percent of cases when you will feel ecstatic. Then don’t think that I am giving this ecstasy to you – nobody can give truth to you. I can inspire you, I can challenge you. I can invite you, I can seduce you into the journey, but I cannot give the truth to you. You have to find it yourself; I can only show your face.
I am simply a mirror, .
Fanfani is on an official visit to France and he is taken to the Louvre. The museum director shows him around and they stop in front of a painting.
“Cezanne?” Fanfani asks.
“No,” replies the director, “Renoir.”
They come to another painting and again Fanfani asks “Pizarro?”
“No, Your Excellence, Degas.”
After walking around a little more he stops in front of another one and asks, “Is this a self-portrait of Toulouse-Lautrec?”
“No, Your Excellence this is a mirror!”
My sannyasins have to remember always that you are here to discover your real faces, your original faces. And the master not only reflects your so called face, he reflects your original face too. But he begins by reflecting your mask, and it hurts to know that you are wearing a mask. And you are not wearing only one mask, you are wearing many masks – masks upon masks. You have to be peeled like an onion and it hurts. But unless your original face is discovered the work that I want to do will remain incomplete. God will recognize you by your original face, not by any artificial mask, howsoever beautiful it is.