It is a well-known psychological fact that if you live in deep isolation for just three weeks you will start hallucinating. And you can hallucinate whatsoever you want: if you are a Christian you will see Christ, if you are a Hindu you will see Krishna, if you are a Buddhist you will see Buddha. This is very strange! No Christian ever sees Buddha, no Buddhist ever sees Christ! Whatsoever you have been conditioned for, your hallucination will be colored by it. You will start visiting heaven, but your heavens will be different.
The Tibetan heaven is very warm; it has to be – Tibet suffers so much from cold. The Tibetan hell is cold, ice-cold, but the Indian hell is just fire. The very idea of ice to the Indian will give him great joy! The Indian idea of heaven is that it is very cool – it is air-conditioned! The Indian will dream about his heaven, and the Tibetan will dream about his heaven.
In the Mohammedan heaven there are rivers and streams flowing with wine, because the Koran is very much against wine. It is repression. When you repress you are bound to erupt in hallucination. The Mohammedan idea of heaven is that you will have beautiful women there, and not only beautiful women but beautiful boys too, because in the Arabic nations homosexuality has been one of the longest traditions – repressed, very much repressed. But whatsoever is repressed is bound to assert itself somewhere. In heaven even homosexuality is allowed, available. Here it is condemned; there it is allowed.
Hindus go on saying that all desires are wrong, but in heaven you have wish-fulfilling trees. You just sit underneath the tree – kalptarus, wish-fulfilling trees – you desire anything, and immediately, instantly it is fulfilled. Instant coffee is a very new thing – Hindus have known instant fulfillment for all desires! Just sit under the kalpavrisksha. Here they go on talking against desires, and there the same desires are going to be fulfilled. Here they go on talking against women….
The Hindu saint goes on saying that the woman is the door to hell, and in their heaven there are beautiful apsaras, beautiful women – Uruvasi, Menaka…thousands…. They have golden bodies; they are always young. In fact, they have been stuck at the age of sixteen for millions of years; they have never grown beyond it. It seems they were born at exactly sixteen and they have remained sixteen. Here, the woman is the door to hell, and the saints are hoping that sooner or later all this austerity, asceticism will be finished and they will enjoy heaven forever and forever. And what are you going to enjoy there? – the same women who are the doors to hell here!
The same money, the same gold which you go on calling dust…in heaven even the flowers are made of gold. I would not like such a heaven! Flowers made of gold cannot have any perfume. A roseflower made of gold will be ugly, it will be dead. Gold cannot be alive.