If India disappears into darkness then man has no future. And if we again give India its wings, if we again give India its sky, if we can again fill India’s vision with the longing to fly toward the stars, then we will have saved not only those who already have a thirst for the eternal, but also those who are sleeping today but will wake up tomorrow, who are lost today but will find their way home tomorrow.
The fate of India is the destiny of mankind. The way we have polished man’s consciousness, the lamps we have lit within him, the flowers we have encouraged to bloom in him, the fragrance we have cultivated within him – nowhere else in the world has anyone accomplished this. This has been a continuous discipline, a continuous yoga, a continuous meditation, over some ten thousand years. We have lost everything else for this, we have sacrificed everything for this, but we have kept the lamp of consciousness burning even in the darkest nights of man. No matter how dim the flame may have become, the lamp still burns.
I have dreamed that that lamp of consciousness can again attain to its brightest. And why should it burn within only one person? Why shouldn’t every man become a pillar of light?
In no other language of the world is there a word like manushya for man. The meaning of the word for man in Arabic and the languages born out of Arabic, in Hebrew and the languages born out of Hebrew, is “an effigy of mud.” Aadmi means “an effigy of mud”; man means “an effigy of mud.” Only in the word manushya is there the recognition that you are not an effigy of mud. You are consciousness; your nature is immortality. Within you is the ultimate flame of life. The lamp can be made of mud but the flame cannot. This body might be made of mud, but the one who is awake within it, is conscious within it, is not. When the whole world became busy in the pursuit of mud, a handful of people remained absorbed in the search for this flame.
You ask me what my dream is.
The same that all the buddhas have always had: to remind man of that which has been forgotten, to awaken that which is asleep – because unless and until man understands that eternal life is his right, that godliness is his birthright, man is not whole. He remains incomplete and crippled.
From the moment I became aware – each moment, every hour – there has been only one effort, there has been only one endeavor. Day and night, only one attempt: that somehow I may remind you of your forgotten treasure – so that the declaration of “ana’l haq, I am the truth” arises from within you too; so that you too can proclaim “aham brahmasmi, I am godliness.”
God has been talked of in each and every corner of the world, but he has always remained far away – very far away, beyond the skies. Only in India have we enthroned godliness within man himself. Only in India have we recognized the potential in man, the beauty and dignity of man becoming a temple by enthroning the divine within man himself.
How every person can become a temple, how each moment of every person’s life can become prayerfulness – this you can call my dream.