Osho,
In a speech prepared for his followers after his car accident, Gurdjieff said, “Again I repeat that the institute is closed. I died. The reason is that I was disenchanted with people after all that I have done for them; I have seen how well they have paid me for it. Now inside me everything is empty.”

Recently, when Krishnamurti died, I felt that somehow he too died disenchanted.

Osho, over the years with you, we have built great castles in the sand and have seen them destroyed; yet when I see you these precious mornings and evenings, you seem so genuinely happy to see us. Do you ever get disenchanted with us?

It is not only for George Gurdjieff or J. Krishnamurti, it is true for hundreds of masters down the ages, and there are reasons. They all died disenchanted, disappointed, disillusioned.

Let us go deeper, first into George Gurdjieff’s last statement. The last statement of anybody is the most significant statement of his whole life; in a certain way his whole life is condensed in his last statement.

He was disenchanted because the disciples failed him, betrayed him, went against him, did everything to harm him – and these were the people for whom he had devoted his whole life, each single moment of it. But still in his place I would not be disenchanted. He thought that he was doing a very serious work. That’s where the seed of his disenchantment is.

I am not doing any serious work. I am not doing work at all; it is my joy to share it with you. Now what you do with it is your problem, not mine. You cannot disappoint me.

You can betray me; there are people who have done that. You can do any kind of harm imaginable – and people have done that. You can go against me, you can tell lies about me; still I will not be disenchanted, because in the first place I have never expected anything from you.

The disappointment comes from expectation. The disenchantment comes from a deep hope that these people are going to fulfill my work. I don’t have any expectation, any hope – I am just so blissful that I cannot contain it; I want to share it unconditionally. It is the conditions which create disappointment.

Gurdjieff had worked hard with great expectations. And even people like P.D. Ouspensky, who had learned everything from the master, denied him. Ouspensky himself became a master; he even stopped using Gurdjieff’s full name. When he had to mention him at certain points, he would use only G. He would not allow his own disciples to go to Gurdjieff, even to see him, and Gurdjieff had worked on this man for years, for decades.

And whatever Ouspensky said after separating himself from Gurdjieff – each single word, each single insight – was borrowed, it was not his own. Certainly he had a great talent; he was one of the best writers I have come across. Gurdjieff was not a writer. Ouspensky was a great logician, a world famous mathematician, a great writer. Gurdjieff was none of these things, he was purely a mystic.