Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Monstaville Book III. Appendix III
…And what were Christ and all the Great Ones to the world but the embodiment of love. What can possibly equal love, beloveds? Only love itself. Nothing else equals love. Nothing can surpass it. Nothing can hold a candle to love.
Any departure from love is exaggerated drama. It is hysteria. It is not truth. All the Great Ones came to give love, and so they shared themselves. What did they think about but love? What did they demonstrate but love? Who were they but love?
They were born the same as you. They were born to a mother and father. The Great Ones walked on the same Earth that you do walk on. They knew their connection to Heaven, and they offered you Heaven right here on Earth. They discovered for themselves a new land, and, of course, they wanted you to be beloved in this new land of love where hearts burst into flame and where stars dance in everyone’s eyes and glory is to be beheld.
When a new star is discovered, all want to see it. And so the Great Ones discovered bright light on Earth and pointed to it so that all might see. ‘Look up,’ the Great Ones said. ‘Do you see what I see?’
‘Where?’ the people asked.
‘Here,’ the Great Ones said...
Christ represents the Divine gift of love, love that opens hearts, love that connects all to Heaven and to Me.
(Excerpt from HEAVEN #3318, ‘What Christ Yearned For,’ 25 December 2009, www.heavenletters.org/what-christ-yearned-for.html).
A Birthday Message by Osho.
God is the echo from the universe. When you are in love, the echo is there. When you are not in love, how can there be an echo? It is only you who are reflected again and again in millions of ways, it is you who are thrown back to yourself again and again. If you are in love, God is. If you are not in love, then what to say about God? - even you are not.
I was thinking what should I give to you today? Because this is my birthday, I was incarnated into this body on this day. This is the day I saw for the first time the green of the trees and the blue of the skies. This was the day I for the first time opened my eyes and saw God all around. Of course the word 'God' didn't exist at that moment, but what I saw was God. I was thinking what should I give to you today? Then I remembered a saying of Buddha: SABBA DANAM DHAMMA DANANA JNATI - the gift of truth excels all other gifts. And my truth is love.
The word 'truth' looks to me a little too dry and desert-like. I am not in much tune with the word 'truth' - it looks too logical, it looks too 'heady.' It gives you the feeling of philosophy, not of religion. It gives you the idea as if you have concluded - that you have come to a conclusion, that there has been a syllogism behind it, argumentation and logic and reasoning. No, 'truth' is not my word, 'love' is my word. Love is of the heart. Truth is partial, only your head is involved. In love you are involved as a totality - your body, your mind, your soul, all are involved.
Love makes you a unity - and not a union, remember, but a unity. Because in a union those who join together remain separate. In a unity they dissolve, they become one, they melt into each other. And that moment I call the moment of truth, when love has given you unity. First, love gives you unity in your innermost core. Then you are no more a body, no more a mind, no more a soul. You are simply one - unnamed, undefined, unclassified. No more determinate, definable, no more comprehensible. A mystery, a joy, a surprise, a jubilation, a great celebration.
First, love gives you an inner unity. And when the inner unity has happened the second happens on its own - you are not to do anything for it. Then you start falling in unity with the whole beyond you. Then the drop disappears in the ocean and the ocean disappears into the drop. That moment, that moment of orgasm between you and the whole, is where you become a Buddha. That moment is the moment Buddhahood is imparted to you. Or, better, revealed to you - you have always been that, unaware.
My word is love. So I say: My beloved ones, I love you. And I would like you to fill the whole world with love. Let that be our religion. Not Christianity, not Hinduism, not Islam, not Jainism, not Buddhism, but love. Love without any adjective to it. Not Christian love - because how can love be Christian? It is so stupid. How can love be Hindu? It is ridiculous. Love is simply love. In love you can be a Christ. In love you can be a Buddha - but there is no Buddhist love and there is no Christian love.
In love you disappear, your mind disappears. In love you come to an utter relaxation. That's my teaching to you, I teach love. And there is nothing higher than love.
Then I thought I should give you something beautiful on this day. And I remembered Hakuin's Song of Meditation. It is a very small song, but a great gift. Hakuin is one of the greatest Zen masters. His song contains all: all the Bibles and all the Korans and all the Vedas. A small song of few lines, but it is like a seed - very small, but if you allow passage to it to your heart, it can become a great tree. It can become a Bodhi tree - it will have great foliage and much shade and thousands of people can sit and rest underneath it. It will have big branches and many birds can come and have their nests on it.
See: I have become a tree. You are the people who have come to make their nests on my tree. You can also become this. Everybody SHOULD become this - because unless you become this you will go on missing your fulfilment. Unless you become a great tree which has come to its foliage, flowers and fruits - which is fulfilled - you will remain in discontent. Anguish will go on gnawing in your heart, misery will linger around you. Bliss will be only a word, signifying nothing. God will be just gibberish.
When you have fulfilment then there is grace and then there is God. In your fulfilment you come to realise the benediction of existence.