Third, another German: Böhme. I don’t know how to pronounce his name, but who cares! That is how it is written: B-ö-h-m-e. Germans must pronounce it differently, that much I am certain. But I am not a German. I don’t have to compromise with anyone in any way. I have always called him “Boomay.” Even if he comes to me and says, “That’s not exactly my name,” I will say, “Get lost! To me this is your name, and this is going to be your name, Boomay.”
Strangely, whenever Arpita comes into my room I smell Böhme, I suddenly remember Böhme. Maybe it’s just an association, because he was a shoemaker and Arpita is my shoemaker. But Arpita, you are blessed that you remind me of Böhme, one of the most beautiful Germans ever. Again, he was utterly poor. It seems one has to be poor to be wise; that has been the case up to now. But not after me. After me you have to be rich to be enlightened. Let me repeat it: you have to be rich to be enlightened.
Jesus says the rich will not enter into his kingdom of God. He was talking in the old way. I say emphatically that only the richest will enter into the kingdom of God. And remember, what I am saying is the same as what Jesus was saying, it is not contradictory. The “poor” in Jesus’ terminology and the “rich” in my terminology mean exactly the same. He calls a man poor who has lost himself, his ego, and that is the man I call rich. The more egoless you are the richer you are. But in the past, very rarely was a man like Böhme born into a rich family, particularly in the West.
It is not so in the East. Buddha was a prince, Mahavira was a prince; the twenty-four tirthankaras of the Jainas were all kings. Krishna was a king, Rama was a king. All were rich, immensely rich. It signifies something; it signifies the richness I am talking about. A man is rich when his ego is lost. When he is no more, he is.
Böhme says a few things, just a few. He could not say many things, so don’t be afraid. The one thing I would like to mention is: The heart is the temple of God. Yes, Böhme, it is the heart not the head.
Fourth: A man, Idries Shah. I will not mention any of his books because all of them are beautiful. I recommend every one of this man’s books.
Don’t be afraid, I am still insane. Nothing can make me sane. But one book by Idries Shah towers above all the others. All are beautiful, I would like to mention them all, but the book The Sufis is just a diamond. The value of what he has done in The Sufis is immeasurable.
Don’t interrupt, this is going beautifully.
Talking, for me, is so easy. I can even talk while asleep, and very rationally too. Good.