The same will happen with me. You are fortunate that you are doing meditation with me. Once I am gone, the meditation is going to be organized – it is impossible to prevent it; it is the way things move. Then you will do it for twenty years – or two hundred years – and nothing will happen. It does not happen through the technique; technique is just dead. It happens through the love that you feel for me, that I have for you. The technique is just an excuse, it is not the most important thing. The most important thing is your love, your trust. In that trust the technique works and functions, becomes alive, gets roots into your heart.
Sooner or later everything becomes organized – prayer, meditation, everything. Then the glory is lost. Then you can go on doing it – you may become absolutely perfect, skilled; it may also give some sort of consolation – but the mutation will be missing. You will remain the same, a continuity. It will not be a baptism: you will not die in it and you will not be reborn. That’s why my insistence is on searching for an alive master.
Scriptures are there. At one time those rivers were flowing, but now they are frozen, they are lost in the desert land of churches, temples and organizations. The poetry no longer throbs in them, they are dead dogmas, arguments; the love has disappeared. Remember this always: if you can find a living master, forget all about scriptures. The living master is the only scripture which is alive. Read his heart and allow your heart to be read by him. Be in a communion – that is the only way.
Jesus worked the same way as you feel with me, but twenty centuries have passed. The first disciples who came around him staked their lives, they left all that they had, they moved with this man, they risked everything. It was worth it. This man was a treasure of the world, unknown. Nothing was too much. Whatsoever was asked they did. And they had the opportunity to walk with a god on this earth, to be in close affinity with divinity. Others were saying, “This man is wrong,” but those who were close to him knew that only this man was right – and if this man was not right, then nothing could be right, then “right” cannot exist. They crucified this man, but those who were close knew that you cannot crucify him. This man had already entered immortality, this man had already become part of their immortal souls. You can kill the body, but not the spirit.
They had lived, walked, breathed, in the being of this man; they were transformed. It is not a question of technique. They prayed with this man, but the real thing was not prayer, the real thing was just to be in the presence of this man. This man had a presence.
Have you observed? – very few people have what you call presence. Rarely do you come across a person who has a presence – something indefinable around him, something that you suddenly feel but cannot indicate, something that fills you but is ineffable, something very mysterious and unknown. You cannot deny it, you cannot prove it. It is not the body because everybody has a body; it is not the mind because everybody has a mind. Sometimes a very beautiful body may be there, tremendously beautiful, but the presence is not there. Sometimes a genius mind is there, but the presence is not there; and sometimes you pass a beggar and you are filled, touched, stirred – a presence.