And this is a kind of sickness that has been chosen by you. If you want to drop it, you can drop it right now. And all the clouds that are around your consciousness will disappear. From tomorrow, be simple and innocent like a child. Ask any question, howsoever stupid and silly it appears to be. And ask, not for getting attention; ask in search of the answer, of the ultimate answer.

Auntie Mabel’s husband was laid out in the funeral parlor. Suddenly, she decided she did not like the brown suit her husband had on. “I see another man wearing a blue suit in the next parlor,” Auntie Mabel said to the funeral director. “Blue was my hubby’s favorite color, and I would like him laid out in a blue suit.”

The funeral director told Auntie Mabel to return in an hour, and the change would be made. She returned after the hour, and found her husband now lying in a blue suit. And the other man in the next parlor was wearing a brown one. “However did you manage to change the suits?” Auntie Mabel asked the funeral director.

“I did not change suits,” he replied. “I found it was easier just to switch heads.”

That’s all you need – just to switch your head. Change with anybody. Changing the gown may not help – just change the head, switch the head. You are feeling jealous of others; just find a person of whom you are really feeling jealous. Then switch the heads. And remember that it is a very difficult and complex situation.

I have always told an ancient Sufi story to my people. A Sufi mystic had prayed for almost fifty years – and Mohammedans pray five times a day. And each of his prayers consisted only of one desire:

“Lord, why are you so unkind to me? Because I see everybody is happier than me. Only I am miserable. And I don’t ask much, I simply want…can’t you change my destiny with somebody else? Anybody will do. I don’t even ask for a certain person, because I know in this whole place, everybody is in a better position than I am. They smile, they laugh, they giggle, they enjoy, they dance, they sing…and all I do is pray five times a day – and the same prayer for fifty years. And you are completely deaf; it is time you should hear me.”

And that night he went to sleep and saw in a dream…a strange dream he had never seen; a dream in which he heard a voice from the skies, telling the whole town where he lived, “Take out all your miseries, all your sufferings. Put them in a bag, and bring the bag to the mosque in the center of the town.”