I don’t want you to get the illusory idea of remaining permanently in the same state of mind; that is possible only if you are dead. If you are alive, climates will change, seasons will change; and you have to learn through winters, through summers, through rains. You have to pass through all these seasons with a dance in your heart, knowing perfectly well that existence is never against you. So whatever it gives, it may be bitter, but it is a medicine. It may not taste sweet to you in the beginning, but finally you will find it has given you something which just one state of mind could not have given.
So whatever is happening is good…take it easy. This will not stay, this will also change; but don’t make any effort to change it. Leave it up to existence. This is what I call trust. Existence is wiser than you and will provide you with all the opportunities needed for your growth.
The white cloud is now an experience. The whole world changed the moment I let go. Existence takes care, and life is an adventure. So this way of life – no nationality, no house, no society – is tremendously rich and beautiful inside. The outer world seems sometimes like a bad dream. Everywhere I go I am a problem for people, and everywhere there are houses in which there is somebody who says, “This is my house.” Many are afraid of dropping their masks, but happiness is my blessing. Thank you, Osho, for creating me. As your lover now, in this reality, my character has become like yours. Wherever I go, it feels you go there – or Shiva, or Krishna. This is my real family. Is everything okay with me, Osho?
Everything is absolutely okay with you. That’s what I was telling Premda. He is feeling something has gone wrong. The only thing is that somewhere in the corner of your mind there is still a question mark; otherwise the question would not have arisen. Everything is perfectly good except the last sentence when you ask, “Is everything okay with me, Osho?” That sentence is not right; otherwise, everything is perfectly okay.
But I can understand when it happens for the first time…it is so vast, so enormous, so inconceivable to you that you cannot believe it is happening to you. And when you look at others…and just because of old habit, you compare; then the question arises – it is not happening to everybody, it is happening only to me. Am I right or have I gone crazy? In fact, you have gone crazy – that’s why you are right.
I teach nothing but craziness.
This whole existence is crazy. Here, sanity is sickness. Here, wildness…a beautiful madness, a state beyond mind is the way to know the greatest blessings and the purest joy, the secret-most truth.
Look at all the trees, the birds, the stars, the ocean, the mountains – do you think all these people are sane? If they were sane, they would have been praying in churches, reading the Holy Bible or Shrimad Bhagavadgita or the Holy Koran, praying in some synagogue, listening to some stupid rabbi. But these crazy people all over the vast universe don’t care a bit about any religion, about any philosophy; they simply go on singing their song, dancing their dance.