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I love the Gautam Buddha as I have loved nobody else. I have been speaking on him
throughout my whole life. Even speaking on others I have been speaking on him. Take
note of it, it is a confession. I cannot speak on Jesus without bringing Buddha in;
I cannot speak on Mohammed without bringing Buddha in. Whether I mention him
directly or not that's another matter. It is really impossible for me to speak
without bringing Buddha in. He is my very blood, my bones, my very marrow. He is my
silence, also my song. /book06
There exists now in Sarnath a great institution teaching the philosophy of Buddha
and his language, Pali. The director of the institute, Bhikkshu Jagdish Kashyap,
invited me to his institute to speak on Gautam the Buddha, but I had to leave after
one day. He had come to take me to the station. He said, "This is strange; why are
you leaving after one day?"
I said, "For the same reason that Gautam Buddha left this place after one day."
He said, "It is strange, but we have been discussing�" and he was a Buddhist, "We
have been discussing for all these centuries why he did not stay."
I said, "You are all idiots! Just see! I have moved around the whole country but I
have never seen such big mosquitoes." And Buddha was not using mosquito nets. It
would have been difficult carrying a mosquito net, he was traveling and traveling.
But I told Jagdish Kashyap, "You should at least give mosquito nets to every
student and scholar and researcher in your institute, not only for the night but
for the day too."
I stayed there for twenty-four hours inside a mosquito net! /nomind03
I have experienced many times�because I have lived with many so-called saints�that
saints are the worst company in the world. You cannot imagine: to live with a saint
for twenty-four hours is enough to make you decide never to be a saint. From the
morning till the night they are moving like robots, everything according to
principle.
The Buddhist monk has thirty-three thousand principles. I told one Buddhist monk�he
is an Englishman, converted at an early age�now he is very old. Bhikkhu Sangha
Rakshita is his name, and he has lived in Kalimpong between Tibet and India, almost
his whole life. He has written beautiful books on Tibetanism, and is certainly one
of its authorities as far as scholarship is concerned.
Just by chance I was holding a camp in Bodh Gaya where Buddha became enlightened,
and he had come to pay homage to the temple and to the tree where Buddha became
enlightened. Just by coincidence I was also there sitting under the tree when he
came. We became friends.
I told Sangha Rakshita, "I cannot visualize myself ever becoming a Buddhist monk
because my memory is not good. Thirty-three thousand principles! Following all
those principles is out of the question; I cannot even remember them. And if you
are following thirty-three thousand principles in such a small life, where will you
find time to live or to breathe? Those thirty-three thousand principles will kill
you from all sides." /dark30
I had a case sent to me from Ceylon, which is a Buddhist country, with so many
Buddhist priests preaching Vipassana meditation�. The technique is so simple, but
they have never done it themselves. To teach anything to anybody which you have not
done�and experienced all its possibilities, consequences, difficulties, problems
that it can lead you into�then you are a criminal.
This man who was sent to me was a Buddhist monk. He had lost his sleep for three
years, and every treatment was done but no treatment was successful; no medicine
would work. He had been told by his teacher�I cannot call him a master�to do
Vipassana in the night. Even if you do Vipassana in the day, its effects will carry
into the night; that's why I am suggesting the most distant point, before sunrise.
Just two hours are enough; more than that�even nectar can become poison in a
certain quantity.
Vipassana for ten hours a day can drive anybody mad�.
Vipassana is one of the greatest meditations, but only in the hands of a master. In
the hands of a technician it is the greatest danger. Either the man can become
enlightened or the man can become mad; both possibilities are there, it all depends
under whose guidance it is being done.
When the Ceylonese monk was sent to me I said, "I am not a Buddhist, and you have
been under the guidance of Buddhist monks. What was the need for you to come to
me?"
He said, "They have all failed. They have taught me, but they cannot cure me. And I
am going crazy. I cannot sleep a single wink."
When he told me this�Buddhist monks are not supposed to laugh, but I told him a
joke. For a moment he was shocked, because he had come very seriously. I told him
that a man in England, no ordinary man but a very rich lord, was asking another
lord�with the English attitude, mannerism: "Is it right that you slept with my wife
last night?" And the other lord said, "My friend, not a wink."
Even the Buddhist monk laughed. He said, "You are a strange person. I have come
from Ceylon and you tell me a joke! And I am a religious man."
I said, "That's why I am telling you a religious joke. If you stay with me I will
tell you irreligious jokes too."
I said, "Your problem is not curable by any medicine. Your problem is created by
your Vipassana."
He said, "Vipassana? But Vipassana was the meditation of Gautam Buddha; through it
he became enlightened."
I said, "You are not a Gautam Buddha, and you don't understand that Vipassana done
after sunset is very dangerous. If you do Vipassana for just two hours in the
night, then you cannot sleep. It creates such awareness in you that that awareness
continues the whole night." /pilgr07
I have been searching for jokes which have their origin in India. I have not found
a single one. Serious people�always talking about God and heaven and hell and
reincarnation and the philosophy of karma. The joke does not fit in anywhere.
When I started talking�and I was talking about meditation�I might tell a joke. Once
in a while some Jaina monk or a Buddhist monk or a Hindu preacher would come to me
and say, "You were talking so beautifully about meditation, but why did you bring
in that joke? It destroyed everything. People started laughing. They were getting
serious. You destroyed all your effort. You did something for half an hour to make
them serious, and then you told a joke and you destroyed the whole thing. Why in
the world should you tell a joke? Buddha never told a joke. Krishna never told a
joke."
I would say, "I am neither Buddha nor Krishna, and I am not interested in
seriousness."
In fact, because they were becoming serious, I had to bring in that joke. I don't
want anybody to become serious. I want everybody to be playful. And life has to
become, more and more, closer to laughter than seriousness. /mystic40