Always look at them as great artists. A painter simply paints a picture; a poet simply writes a poem…a Jesus creates a human being. A painter changes a canvas: it was plain, ordinary; it becomes precious by his touch. But can’t you see that Jesus touches very ordinary people – a fisherman, Simon called Peter – he touches, and by his very touch this man is transformed into a great apostle, a great human being. A height arises, a depth is opened. This man is no longer ordinary. He was just a fisherman throwing his net into the sea and he would have done that his whole life – or even for many lives – and would never even have thought, imagined, dreamed what Jesus transformed into a reality.
In India we have a mythology about a stone called paras. The stone paras is alchemical. You touch iron with the paras and it is transformed into gold. Jesus is a paras. He touches ordinary metal and immediately the metal is transformed, it becomes gold. He transforms ordinary human beings into deities, and you don’t see the art in it. Greater art is not possible.
To me, the gospels are poetic. If I speak again on the same gospel, I will not speak the same, remember. I don’t know in what mood, in what climate, I will be then. I don’t know from which door I will enter then. And my house of God has many mansions. It is not finite.
The third question:
Yesterday after the lecture I approached small Siddhartha by the drinking water. Having read what you said about him being one of the ancient ones, I crouched down, looked into his eyes and said, “Osho told me who you are.” He smiled, looked deeply at me, and twice threw water on my head. He then softly hit me on the head and said quietly, “Shut up.” There was silence. It was very beautiful.
It must have been. He baptized you by water. It was a baptism. And he is very innocent, more than John the Baptist. His innocence is very spontaneous.
You should crouch more often before him. And you should allow him to throw water and hit you more. And when he says, “Shut up,” then shut up and remain in silence.
He is a tremendously beautiful child.
The fourth question:
When I reflect on Christ’s persecution two thousand years ago, I feel that in the meantime nothing much has changed in people’s attitudes towards a living messiah in their midst. Suspicion, cynicism and mistrust seem to be all around just as before. Could it be that you, too, one day will be persecuted by the establishment? Looking around the auditorium, I fancy that I can spot the Doubting Thomas, the John, the Simon Peter, Mary Magdalena, even Judas and the rest of the gang. Could this all be a live-action replay?