All that you need is a silent heart which can listen, clean eyes which can see, a childlike innocence which gives you grace and which gives you a great feeling of wonder. You don’t know anything, but your very not knowing becomes such a purity, such an unburdening. Suddenly you see that with your knowledge your chains are disappearing. With your knowledge your Christianity is disappearing, your Hinduism is disappearing, your communism is disappearing leaving behind two innocent eyes and a heart ready to dance with the whole without any barriers.
Up to now we have been supporting our own enemies, we have been supporting the people who crucified Jesus. We have been supporting the people who poisoned Socrates without knowing that the people who poisoned Socrates are the people who have poisoned our very consciousness. No man is an island: in the crucifixion of Jesus I am also crucified, you are also crucified. We have tolerated these people not knowing that what they are doing to Al-Hillaj Mansoor and to Sarmad they are doing to the whole of humanity. These were our greatest flowers, the most precious heights which man’s consciousness has ever reached.
But the blindness of humanity is such that rather than destroying the whole priesthood – which according to me are the greatest criminals in the world…Whether they are Hindu brahmins, or Christian priests, or Jewish rabbis it does not matter, they are all doing the same thing: exploiting man’s potential and growth, obstructing any possibility of laughter and celebration. Their whole contribution is seriousness, sadness, misery and a hope which will be fulfilled after you are dead.
We have been living with this hope for millions of years. How many people have died? Nobody returns, nobody even gives a call, “Don’t worry, on this side everything is great.”
One of India’s famous singers always tells a story about his friend….
He meets a friend who lives in London and has come back to the Punjab. Naturally the singer asks him, “How are you?”
He says, “All right.”
The singer asks, “And how is your wife?”
The friend says, “She is also all right.”
The singer asks him, “How are your children?”
And the man says, “They are also all right.”
Finally the singer asks him, “What about your Daddy?”
The man says, “About my Daddy – he has been all right for almost four years!”
After death certainly there is no question, everybody is all right, but nobody has authentic information. It is just assumption that they must be all right. Here you have to be miserable; there, all is delight. Here you have to be sad and your sadness will make you a saint, and there – rivers of wine. No ordinary small pubs, because God is compassionate, he is not miserly.