Religion Is a Multidimensional Phenomenon
Talk #2 from Theologia Mystica
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Osho,
The other night after darshan I dreamt that you sang 'I'm a Stranger in Paradise' to me. It was incredible, and you were really good at it! Do you ever sing and dance, beyond the metaphorical use of the words? You are so full of grace. Would you do it now?
The other night after darshan I dreamt that you sang 'I'm a Stranger in Paradise' to me. It was incredible, and you were really good at it! Do you ever sing and dance, beyond the metaphorical use of the words? You are so full of grace. Would you do it now?
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Osho,
The other night after darshan I dreamt that you sang 'I'm a Stranger in Paradise' to me. It was incredible, and you were really good at it! Do you ever sing and dance, beyond the metaphorical use of the words? You are so full of grace. Would you do it now?
Osho continues:
The other night after darshan I dreamt that you sang 'I'm a Stranger in Paradise' to me. It was incredible, and you were really good at it! Do you ever sing and dance, beyond the metaphorical use of the words? You are so full of grace. Would you do it now?
"In fact it is just its opposite.
"Once Friedrich Nietzsche was asked, 'Why do you go on smiling and laughing about very small things which do not seem worth laughing at?'
"Nietzsche became very serious and said, 'I laugh just out of fear. I laugh because if I don't laugh I am afraid I may start crying and weeping.'
"And he is saying something tremendously important. It is true about you – about everyone who has not become a Buddha, a Christ, a Krishna. You laugh just to cover up your wounds, you sing so that you can forget your tears, and you celebrate because your life is so miserable. The more miserable you are, the more occasions you seek to celebrate, because that is the only distraction from your misery.
"My laughter, my song, my dance are bound to be basically different from yours. I laugh because there is only laughter in my heart – my laughter is not a cover-up. And I sing because there is nothing else to do – my breathing is my singing. It is not something that I am doing, it is something that is happening of its own accord. Even if I want to stop, it cannot be stopped. In fact, there is nobody to do it and nobody to stop it either.
"But I will tell you a joke:
"Every day a man came into the bar with a box tucked underneath his arm, asked for a shot of whiskey, drank it and went away.
"One day the barman, after observing this customer for some time, decided to ask him what he had inside his box in exchange for a free drink.
"He opened the box, and inside appeared a little flea, singing, accompanied by a little roach playing the piano. The bartender was amazed.
"So the next day when the man came in, the bartender offered him another free drink to listen to the flea singing and the roach playing the piano.
"As time went on the bartender became more and more intrigued with this show and insisted on seeing it every day in exchange for a free drink.
"One day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer, the bartender offered the man a full case of his best whiskey in exchange for the secret behind the little performers."
"Once Friedrich Nietzsche was asked, 'Why do you go on smiling and laughing about very small things which do not seem worth laughing at?'
"Nietzsche became very serious and said, 'I laugh just out of fear. I laugh because if I don't laugh I am afraid I may start crying and weeping.'
"And he is saying something tremendously important. It is true about you – about everyone who has not become a Buddha, a Christ, a Krishna. You laugh just to cover up your wounds, you sing so that you can forget your tears, and you celebrate because your life is so miserable. The more miserable you are, the more occasions you seek to celebrate, because that is the only distraction from your misery.
"My laughter, my song, my dance are bound to be basically different from yours. I laugh because there is only laughter in my heart – my laughter is not a cover-up. And I sing because there is nothing else to do – my breathing is my singing. It is not something that I am doing, it is something that is happening of its own accord. Even if I want to stop, it cannot be stopped. In fact, there is nobody to do it and nobody to stop it either.
"But I will tell you a joke:
"Every day a man came into the bar with a box tucked underneath his arm, asked for a shot of whiskey, drank it and went away.
"One day the barman, after observing this customer for some time, decided to ask him what he had inside his box in exchange for a free drink.
"He opened the box, and inside appeared a little flea, singing, accompanied by a little roach playing the piano. The bartender was amazed.
"So the next day when the man came in, the bartender offered him another free drink to listen to the flea singing and the roach playing the piano.
"As time went on the bartender became more and more intrigued with this show and insisted on seeing it every day in exchange for a free drink.
"One day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer, the bartender offered the man a full case of his best whiskey in exchange for the secret behind the little performers."
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| Publisher | Osho International |
|---|---|
| Duration of Talk | 102 mins |
| File Size | 25.79 MB |
| Type | Individual Talks |
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