Then the mechanic who had come, said, “I don’t know much about airplanes, but as far as I can see it is not a bus. I have seen airplanes only in the air. My village is small. Buses come up to my village and I have worked on the buses so I can help with this airplane – but this is an airplane because you can see the wings. I know a man in the city – I will find him and I will bring him – who knows about airplanes.”
And the man from the city came and he said, “What nonsense is this? You are using a beautiful airplane as a bus, and that too in the jungle where there is no road, nothing. You are just dragging it through muddy roads. It can fly.”
The aboriginals said, “It can fly? Is it a bird?”
He said, “It is a bird – have you not seen steel birds flying?”
They said, “We have seen, but we have never seen them on the earth.”
The man managed…he took a few aboriginals with him and the airplane functioned as it was supposed to function – it started flying. And the whole village was dancing, beating their drums, singing, “This is great! A bullock cart flying!”
Man is not just a mundane physical, material phenomenon. He is not just a bullock cart, but that’s how we are using him. We are all using ourselves as bullock carts. We can be buses – Suraj Prakash can help, he knows transport! – but we are not buses either. We are airplanes.
I can help you to fly. Man can exist on many levels. There are levels and levels above. Mysticism simply means… You are not using your potential in its totality; you are using it only partially, a very small part, a fragment. And if you are not using your potential in its totality, you will never feel fulfilled. That is the misery; that is the cause of anguish.
You are born to be mystics. Unless you are a mystic, unless you have come to know existence as a mystery – beyond words, beyond reason, beyond logic, beyond mind – you have not taken the challenge of life, you have been a coward. You have wings, but you have forgotten it.
The University of Mysticism is to remind man about the wings that he has. He can fly, and the whole sky is his.
Eight years ago you sent me on a journey to go and love myself. This is somehow happening: my heart space is growing. But something is missing since I’m still looking outside for an answer, for the other. Please comment.
Gunakar, love has three stages.
First you have to learn to love yourself, because only if you love yourself can you love the other. You have to love yourself so much that love starts overflowing. Perhaps that is where you are; you need the other. That is the second stage of love.