I love to disturb people, because only by disturbing them can I make them think. They have stopped thinking for centuries. Nobody has been there to disturb them, people have been consoling them. I am not going to console anybody, because the more you console them, the more retarded they remain. Disturb them, shock them, hit them hard, give them a challenge. That challenge will bring their capacities to the climax.

How would you feel if the Hells Angels – a motorbike gang, leather jackets, helmets, a terror gang – how would you feel if the Hells Angels rode into Rajneeshpuram and disturbed your tranquil oasis?

We will enjoy them, we will receive them as our guests. They cannot disturb us, nobody can disturb us. Even if they throw an atom bomb on Rajneeshpuram, the atom bomb will have a shock, because we will be celebrating, dancing, enjoying. Even death cannot disturb us; we will celebrate it. We celebrate it: whenever a sannyasin dies – even when my father died – we danced, we celebrated. We enjoyed a beautiful departure, a goodbye. So there is no question. Anybody can come, he will have an appropriate welcome.

Then why the armed guards and the perimeter around your existence here? Surely not anybody can come?

Those guards are the responsibility of the Rajneeshees, I am not concerned. I don’t interfere in anybody’s life, I have never interfered in any way. If somebody wants to assassinate me, I am the last person to give him any resistance. I will simply welcome him. I will say, “Glad to meet you. Shoot me and let me be free from the body and its cage.”

But if people who love me want to protect me, I am not going to interfere with their work, either. Those guards have nothing to do with me. They are managed by people who love me. Now, I am an outsider to both – the assassin and the guard. It is between them, they have to settle it. I am simply an outsider.

A technical limitation of film, we have to put a new magazine on.

Okay.

Even in the atomic age.

Okay.