He said, “But what is the purpose of this?”
I said, “I will tell you after three days.”
But not even three days were needed. After only one day he was angry at me, ferociously angry, that, “You have destroyed my forty years’ discipline. You are a dangerous man. And I have been told that you are a master, but rather than helping me…. Now I see nothing but a chair in a chair, nothing but a man in a man. God has disappeared, and with the disappearance of God, my ecstasy that I am surrounded by an ocean of God all around has also disappeared.”
I said, “This was the specific purpose. I wanted you to understand that your technique has produced a hallucination; otherwise forty years’ discipline cannot disappear in one day. You would have continued the technique and it would have continued to create the illusion. Now it is up to you. If you want to live your remaining life in a hallucinatory ecstasy, it is up to you. But if you want to wake up, then no technique is needed.”
And remember: witnessing is not a technique, it is your nature. Watching is not a technique – because you are not imposing anything, so there is no possibility of creating an illusion. You are simply watching. Even if God comes in front of you, you are not supposed to fall on the ground and touch his feet: you have simply to watch. Watching is not a technique.
A technique creates something; watching simply reveals that which is. It does not create anything. On the contrary, it may destroy a few illusions which were hanging around, and because you were not watchful enough, you had never taken any notice of them – that they are illusory phenomena.
An illusion can be created so easily that mind always enjoys techniques. Who is going to use the technique? The mind will be the master of the technique.
Watchfulness is beyond mind. Mind cannot watch. That is the only thing in existence that mind cannot do. That’s why mind cannot pollute it, mind cannot lead it astray.
I used to live with one of my father’s sisters for a few years. Once in a while one of her friends used to visit her; they were very close. I used to read late – up to three o’clock in the night – and then I would go to sleep. And that woman, the friend of my father’s sister, had a problem with sleep: she could not sleep. So when the whole house went to sleep, she would come and sit in my study room and talk to me or just sit there. At least I was going to be awake till three o’clock, and that was the time when she also felt sleepy; in the morning she would fall asleep.