When you come to me, sometimes you say things which I know you don’t mean, which I know you can’t mean, be-cause they are so irrelevant, they don’t fit – as if you are raised to a higher level of being, as if you are in a new state of consciousness and you utter strange things. Later on, when you fall back to your ordinary state, either you will forget what you said or you will shrug your shoulders – you will not be able to believe that you said this.
You come to me: you bring a thousand and one questions, but when you are near me, suddenly you forget. You start mumbling. I ask you for what you have come and you say, “I have forgotten.” You think that I am doing something to you. Nothing – I am not doing anything to you. The questions and problems belong to a lower state of mind. When your state is changed, those questions and problems disappear, they are not there. Back home, when you settle down, they are there waiting for you again. Again you will come and you will forget.
This is something deep within you. When you are near me, you start looking at things through me. You are no longer in the dark, you are in my light, and the problems that were relevant in your darkness are no longer relevant. To ask them looks foolish, silly. You cannot articulate your problems because they are no longer there, but when we depart – you on your way, I on mine – again the suddenness of darkness. And now the darkness is even more than before, and those problems are multiplied.
This man…the gospel doesn’t mention his name, knowingly. It simply says “a certain man” because it is not a question of a particular man. It is not a question of a particular man: a certain man. Every man is implied in it.
Many people will meet Jesus on the way and it is always on the way. That too has to be understood. Jesus is always moving. That is the meaning: that he is always on the way. Not that he was continuously moving and never resting, but the meaning of “on the way” is that Jesus is a river.
You may know it or you may not know it, but the river is flowing. The river is in its flowing: to conceive of the river as nonflowing is not possible because then it will no longer be a river. A Jesus is a flow, a tremendous flood: it is always on the way, it is always moving.
You had come to me yesterday, but I am no longer there. That land is already lost in the past, those banks are no longer anywhere. You may carry them in your memory, but the river has moved. And if you carry the past in your memory you will not be able to see the river: exactly where it is now, at this point of time.
And it came to pass, that, as they went in the way…. Jesus is a wanderer, because once your consciousness is freed, once your consciousness has entered the eternal, it is going to remain an eternal wandering. Then “the whole” is the home; then the home is nowhere.
Then you will be continuously flowing. There will never come a moment of knowledge; you will only be knowing and knowing and knowing. It will never be completed because once knowing is completed, it is dead. You will be learning, but you will never become a man of knowledge. You will always remain empty.