So the only person who has proved a Judas is Sheela. But even Judas was better than Sheela, far better and far superior, because when he realized the crime that he had done he committed suicide – just within twenty-four hours. Handing over Jesus for thirty silver pieces to the enemies…. He must have been a man of conscience; he hanged himself from a tree.
Christians don’t talk of him, his crucifixion is not at all discussed in churches. He crucified himself. It was a great understanding that what he had done was wrong – a great repentance.
Sheela does not have even that conscience. And with a man like me…if she had come to me, even if she comes to me now, with her whole gang, and confesses that they had committed these things and they feel guilty, I will take all their crimes on myself – because to me, to live tomorrow does not mean anything. I have attained whatever life is capable of attaining. I have experienced the ultimate peak of life, love, light.
There is no problem, I can take the whole load of crimes, but at least I should know what the load is; otherwise, how can I take it on myself?
Those twenty people have not yet known anything, so rather than sending them to prison, I would prefer myself to be hanged. And they have committed enough crimes, enough for a death sentence for one single man. That will help the commune. That will help those people.
But instead of doing that, Sheela is lying to the press – which is not going to help. Lying has never helped anybody. It is truth that liberates.
And my love for all those criminals remains the same, because I have never loved anybody while asking them to be according to me, to my ideas. I have never put any condition on my love. My love is unconditional.
They can come and see what unconditional love can do. I will take all their burden on me, because to me it does not matter. But all those twenty people have still to realize themselves; they have not even found the blessed state in which I am – now no death can destroy it.
So I am the right person to be hanged for all their crimes. I would like them to confess, and I would like you to forgive them, because love knows infinite forgiveness.
How is it that although I feel so serene and in harmony when I am witnessing, I still spend most of my time in a daze? I don’t understand why I continue to sleep, when the rare moments that surface are so exquisite.
Just old habit. Old habits die hard, but they do die. Don’t be worried!