Living each moment as if this is the first and the last moment is the way of enlightenment.
In the past, the masters were very serious. They made the life of the seeker very arduous, torturous, unnecessarily – perhaps those ages should be called the dark ages of the soul. We have reached the dawn. A delightful, relaxed laughter is possible for my people, which has never been allowed in the past. We have grown up; we have come to a certain maturity.
I am the end of an old tradition, and the beginning of a new line, a new category.
You are asking me to speak about the masters who will follow me. Who bothers? I am utterly concerned with the present. Whether any master follows or not is not my concern. That’s why I am absolutely without any worry, without any tension, without any thought, and without any dream.
I am being condemned all over the world. Everyday, Neelam and Anando bring news clippings from all over the world; people who don’t know anything about me are unnecessarily freaking out. But as far as I am concerned, nothing makes even a dent in my consciousness.
Utter lies are being written about me. Just the other day there was news from Madras, in a Tamil magazine, that because of my teachings hundreds of women are running naked in California – because I teach that man is born naked and it is his birthright to be naked. And many of these women who are running naked in California are pregnant. I really enjoyed it! My teaching is bringing fruit.
Some other day, in a Hebrew magazine, there was a very serious article alerting the Israelis that my next target is Israel, that I am going to come to Israel. First I will become converted into a Jew, and then I will declare myself as the reincarnation of Moses; everything is planned, I am just waiting for the right time. I used to think there is a limit to lies, but I was wrong. There is no limit.
I am not at all concerned about the future. This moment is enough unto itself. I am enjoying it, you are enjoying it, and through us, the whole existence is feeling the ecstasy. We have been showering the existence with more flowers than any communion that has ever existed on the earth.
One night, Hymie brought home a dozen roses for his wife. “How lovely, dear,” she said. “What is the occasion?” “I want to make love to you,” he said simply enough. “Not tonight, dear. I have a headache,” she whined.
The next night, Hymie came home with a big box of chocolates, and repeated his desire to make love. “Not tonight, lovely, I am awfully tired,” said the wife.