So, the first thing to remember is, there is no heaven, no hell for me. They disappeared the moment I became disidentified with the mind.
Secondly, one is never born and never dies; both are illusions. Certainly they appear, but they appear only like a rope appears as a snake when you cannot see clearly. Maybe night is descending, the sun has set, and you are on a dark path, and suddenly you become afraid of the snake. But there is only a rope lying there. Bring some light – just a candle will do – and the snake is no longer found. It was never there in the first place.
Birth is as illusory as the snake seen in a rope; and if birth is illusory, of course death is illusory. You are never born and you never die. You certainly enter into a body – that is a birth – and one day you leave the body – that’s what you call death – but as far as you are concerned, you were before your birth and you will be after your death.
Birth and death don’t confine your life; there have been many births and many deaths. Births and deaths are just small episodes in the eternity of your life, and the moment you become aware of this eternity – another name for now, this timelessness – all fear, all anxiety about death immediately evaporates just as dewdrops evaporate in the early morning sun.
So the second thing: I am not going to die. Certainly, one day I will leave the body – in fact I left it twenty-five years ago. There is no longer any connection with the body. I am just a guest, I don’t own it. I am no longer part of it, it is no longer part of me. We are together, and on friendly terms – there is no antagonism, I respect it because it gives me shelter – but there is no bridge. The body is there, I am here, and between the two there is a gap.
But for the sake of your question I consulted the future akashic records. They are continuously guarded by two persons. One is Master Kuthumi, son of Madame Bla-bla-bla, better known as Madame Blavatsky. Master K. H., Master Kuthumi, is Madame Bla-bla’s son; mother and son both guard the records. It is very easy to deceive the son, but it is very difficult to deceive Mom.
They say you can deceive a few people their whole lives, you can deceive the whole world for a few days, but you cannot deceive Mom – that’s impossible.
But once in a while Madame Bla-bla goes shopping, and when she goes shopping the son immediately starts drinking – he is an old alcoholic. That is the moment when you can look in the akashic records.
Pramod asked me this question a few days ago, but I had to wait. Only last night could I look into the future records. This is what is written there. [Laughter is heard as Osho unfolds a large piece of paper.]
You can see, the akashic records are big, their pages are also very big – this is only a paragraph!