But it is going against the whole past. It is not only on this point that I am going against the whole past; on so many points I am going against the whole past, for the simple reason that the past was male-dominated, so only men have created rules, without having any consideration for the female.
The female has not been taken into account at all; but the tragedy is that if the man does not take any account of the female, he is cutting himself into half, and the moment he denies the female outside, he has also denied the female inside – and you have created a schizophrenic, not a spiritual being. He needs psychological treatment, not worship.
One of the greatest expressions of the master lies in his art of giving. In fact he himself, just by being, is a constant givingness.
It seems to me that part – or perhaps all – of the art of being a disciple, is learning the art of receiving…To receive attention from the master not as fodder for the ego but as a nourishment for something more essential…To see that when you think you are not being given to, it is your inability to receive. It implies the ability to receive direction – when one is going off track – with a healthy sense of humbleness but not with a crippling lack of self-worth…To be able to receive not always what one might have wanted, but what one needs.
Osho, could you please speak about the art of receiving on the part of the disciple in the master/disciple relationship?
It is true that the whole phenomenon of master and disciple is the art, from the side of the master, of going on pouring whatever he is receiving from existence. He is not the source of it, he is only a vehicle, a hollow bamboo, and if the hollow bamboo is turned into a flute, still the hollow bamboo is not playing the music, the music is coming from somewhere else.
The master is a hollow bamboo, a bamboo flute. He is making available to his disciples the music of the divine.
The art of the disciple is to absorb, is to receive, but not to demand – and there is a fine demarcation. The disciple has to understand the fine demarcation.
Just the other day Amiyo has written a question, “Osho, when you look at me, I feel tremendously joyful. But when you don’t look at me, then I feel very sad.” She is honest in saying it, but one has to understand that if it becomes a binding on me – that I have to look at everyone, otherwise somebody will become sad – then you are making me a prisoner, you are taking even my freedom.
When I look at you, you rejoice. You are many, I am alone. Sometimes I may miss you. You need not miss me.