I don’t know this man. I thought he had died, because I gave him sannyas and called him Shunyo. I don’t know what happened to Shunyo or how Doctor Eichling became resurrected, but if Jesus could manage it, why not Eichling? Anyway, he is still there – either he survived, or he resurrected, it is not very significant which. The gossip is that his beloved went off with another sannyasin and she fell in love with this new guy.
When they came back Doctor Eichling had a “love attack.” I’m surprised he could manage it, because to have a love attack you first need to have a heart. A heart attack is not necessarily a love attack. A heart attack is physiological, a love attack is psychological, from the deeper part of the heart. But first you have to have a heart.
Now, Doctor Eichling having a heart attack, or love attack, is impossible. They should have consulted me. Of course I am not a doctor, but I am certainly a physician in the same sense Buddha was. Buddha used to call himself a physician, not a philosopher.
Poor Doctor Eichling…there was nothing wrong. When there is nothing there, how can there be anything wrong? Physiologically he was found to be absolutely in order. Psychologically the problem still exists: his beloved is now somebody else’s beloved. That hurts, but where?
Nobody knows where it hurts. In the lungs? In the chest? That’s where Doctor Eichling was showing his pain, in the chest. Doctor Eichling, it is not in your chest, it is in your mind, in your jealousy. And the center of jealousy is certainly not in the chest; in fact everything has its center in the mind.
If you are a follower of B.F. Skinner, or Pavlov the grandfather or maybe the great grandfather of Skinner, and contemporary of Freud, his greatest opponent too – then mind is not the right word; you can read brain instead. But brain is only the body of the mind, the mechanism through which the mind functions. Whether you call it the mind or the brain does not matter; what matters is that everything has its center there.
Doctor Eichling – I cannot call him Shunyo because in front of his office in Arizona, on his sign he has written “Doctor Eichling’s Office.” If you phone him, his assistant says, “Doctor Eichling? He is not available. He is at a meeting.” I will call him Shunyo again when he makes that board disappear, and his stupid assistant asks, “Who is this fellow Eichling? We have never heard of him. Yes, once he was here, then he went to India and died there; a fellow called Shunyo returned in his place.” I will call him Shunyo only when he buries his board deep down and jumps on it and disappears.
But the story, or rather the gossip, was only to tell you that everything exists first in the mind, only then in the body. The body is an extension of the mind, in matter. Brain is the beginning of that extension, and the body its full manifestation, but the seed is in the mind. The mind carries not only this body’s seed, but it also has the potentiality to become almost anything. Its potential is infinite. Humanity’s whole past is contained in it, and not only humanity but even the prehuman past.