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A GOD THAT CAN DANCE

Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace

 

 

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BELOVED OSHO,

OF THE NEW IDOL

THERE ARE STILL PEOPLES AND HERDS SOMEWHERE, BUT NOT WITH US, MY BROTHERS:

HERE THERE ARE STATES....

THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL COLD MONSTERS. COLDLY IT LIES, TOO; AND THIS LIE

CREEPS FROM ITS MOUTH: ’I, THE STATE, AM THE PEOPLE.’

IT IS A LIE! IT WAS CREATORS WHO CREATED PEOPLES AND HUNG A FAITH AND A LOVE

OVER THEM: THUS THEY SERVED LIFE.

IT IS DESTROYERS WHO SET SNARES FOR MANY AND CALL IT THE STATE: THEY HANG A

SWORD AND A HUNDRED DESIRES OVER THEM.

WHERE A PEOPLE STILL EXISTS, THERE THE PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE STATE

AND HATE IT AS THE EVIL EYE AND SIN AGAINST CUSTOM AND LAW....

A FREE LIFE STILL REMAINS FOR GREAT SOULS. TRULY, HE WHO POSSESSES LITTLE IS

SO MUCH THE LESS POSSESSED: PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY!

ONLY THERE, WHERE THE STATE CEASES, DOES THE MAN WHO IS NOT SUPERFLUOUS

BEGIN: DOES THE SONG OF THE NECESSARY MAN, THE UNIQUE AND IRREPLACEABLE

MELODY, BEGIN.

OF THE FLIES OF THE MARKETPLACE

FLEE, MY FRIEND, INTO YOUR SOLITUDE: I SEE YOU STUNG BY POISONOUS FLIES. FLEE

TO WHERE THE RAW, ROUGH BREEZE BLOWS!

FLEE INTO YOUR SOLITUDE! YOU HAVE LIVED TOO NEAR THE SMALL AND PITIABLE

MEN. FLEE FROM THEIR HIDDEN VENGEANCE! TOWARDS YOU THEY ARE NOTHING BUT

VENGEANCE.

NO LONGER LIFT YOUR ARM AGAINST THEM! THEY ARE INNUMERABLE AND IT IS NOT

YOUR FATE TO BE A FLY-SWAT....

I SEE YOU WEARIED BY POISONOUS FLIES, I SEE YOU BLOODILY TORN IN A HUNDRED

PLACES; AND YOUR PRIDE REFUSES EVEN TO BE ANGRY.

THEY WANT BLOOD FROM YOU IN ALL INNOCENCE, THEIR BLOODLESS SOULS THIRST

FOR BLOOD – AND THEREFORE THEY STING IN ALL INNOCENCE.

BUT YOU, PROFOUND MAN, YOU SUFFER TOO PROFOUNDLY EVEN FROM SMALLWOUNDS;

AND BEFORE YOU HAVE RECOVERED, THE SAME POISON-WORM IS AGAIN CRAWLING

OVER YOUR HAND.

YOU ARE TOO PROUD TO KILL THESE SWEET-TOOTHED CREATURES. BUT TAKE CARE

THAT IT DOES NOT BECOME YOUR FATE TO BEAR ALL THEIR POISONOUS INJUSTICE!

THEY BUZZ AROUND YOU EVEN WITH THEIR PRAISE: AND THEIR PRAISE IS IMPORTUNITY.

THEY WANT TO BE NEAR YOUR SKIN AND YOUR BLOOD....

AND THEY ARE OFTEN KIND TO YOU. BUT THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PRUDENCE OF

THE COWARDLY. YES, THE COWARDLY ARE PRUDENT!...

BECAUSE YOU ARE GENTLE AND JUST-MINDED, YOU SAY: ’THEY ARE NOT TO BE BLAMED

FOR THEIR LITTLE EXISTENCE.’ BUT THEIR LITTLE SOULS THINK: ’ALL GREAT EXISTENCE

IS BLAMEWORTHY.’

EVEN WHEN YOU ARE GENTLE TOWARDS THEM, THEY STILL FEEL YOU DESPISE THEM;

AND THEY RETURN YOUR KINDNESS WITH SECRET UNKINDNESS.

YOUR SILENT PRIDE ALWAYS OFFENDS THEIR TASTE; THEY REJOICE IF YOU ARE EVER

MODEST ENOUGH TO BE VAIN....

HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED HOW OFTEN THEY BECAME SILENT WHEN YOU APPROACHED

THEM, AND HOW THEIR STRENGTH LEFT THEM LIKE SMOKE FROM A DYING FIRE?

YES, MY FRIEND, YOU ARE A BAD CONSCIENCE TO YOUR NEIGHBOURS: FOR THEY ARE

UNWORTHY OF YOU.

... THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA.

THE CROWD OF people, although their numbers are many, is far weaker than a single authentic

individual. The crowd have believed themselves to be just sheep, not human beings.

The individual declares his dignity and his pride, and he does not want to be just a mechanical part

of humanity. He wants to contribute to the world some beauty, some joy, some ecstasy. He is not

a beggar; and the only way not to be a beggar is to share your love, your overflowing compassion,

your intelligence, your wisdom, your enlightenment.

But the crowd, as is always the case, tries to be strong against these individuals in cunning ways.

The weak man is always cunning – the cunningness is his defense. And the greatest cunningness

that the crowd has propagated is the creation of the state. Then the state protects the mob, the

retarded, the dead, the weak, the futile.

Anybody who has any insight into human affairs will be against the state, because the state is a

symbol of man’s slavery.

Although the state goes on saying, ”I am the servant of the people,” the reality is just the opposite.

These servants become the masters because they have power, they have the whole bureaucracy,

they have weapons. And all this power is being used against those few individuals who are rebellious

– rebellious against the untrue, rebellious against the dead tradition, rebellious against all kinds of

superstitions.

The day I entered America, the first question that was asked of me was, ”Are you an anarchist? If

you are an anarchist, you cannot enter America.”

I said, ”I am something more.”

The immigration officer looked puzzled, because according to the instructions of the government,

there is no way to prevent a person who is something more than an anarchist.

I said, ”Anarchism is out of date.”

But from that very first day my conflict with the American government started. Such a great power is

afraid of a man who is an anarchist. And what hypocrisy that they go on saying that everybody has

freedom of thought, freedom of expression....

Anarchism is also an ideology. Anarchism simply says that the state is not needed, that it is one of

the greatest calamities, created by the weak against strong individuals; but the whole progress has

happened through those strong individuals.

There is certainly a need for a kind of functional organization, but it should not be more than

functional; it should not give status and power to the people who are in the government.

Just the other day I saw a picture of a great scholar, who is thought to be one of the best as far as

the Hindu VEDAS and the UPANISHADS are concerned, Pandit Ravi Shankar. And he is bowing

down to president Zail Singh and receiving a reward. For Zail Singh, Sanskrit is Greek and Latin.

Even Hindi he does not know. English he has heard, but he does not understand. He knows only

Punjabi – and has no guts.

While he was president thousands of Sikhs were killed, the sanctity of their holy temple was

destroyed, but he did not raise his voice. In fact he was made the president only because he is

without courage, without intelligence.

I felt sorry for Pandit Ravi Shankar. He should not have accepted that reward; and bowing down

to a man who knows nothing he has also exposed himself – that his knowledge is only verbal. He

may be clever as far as language and grammar are concerned, but he knows nothing as far as the

meaning of the VEDAS and the UPANISHADS is concerned.

The UPANISHADS were created by very dignified people. They never went to the emperors, the

emperors had to go to their hermitages in the forest if they wanted to see them, to meet them. The

emperors had to make the appointment.

But the state has become a power, and you can put any idiot in any great post and he becomes

respectable, he becomes powerful. As far as he himself is concerned, he is nobody. The moment

his post is gone, people forget all about him. Do you hear anything about Nixon? There was a day

when he was the most powerful man in the world, and today the same man has become anonymous.

The man himself has no integrity, but the state gives him power. Rather than making him the servant

of the people, it makes these people the masters of the land.

Zarathustra is absolutely against the state. That does not mean that there should not be any

functional organization. By functional organization I mean just like the railways; they have their

president but nobody knows who he is; and there is no need to know. Or the post office; there is a

postmaster general, but nobody knows who the guy is, and there is no need.

The prime ministers and the presidents should be in the same category. They should be paid,

because they are serving the country, but they should not become as if they are conquerors, as if

they possess the country and they are the owners of the country.

Zarathustra says, THERE ARE STILL PEOPLES AND HERDS SOMEWHERE, BUT NOT WITH

US, MY BROTHERS: HERE THERE ARE STATES....

THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL COLD MONSTERS, because it is a vast bureaucratic

mechanism. You go into any office of the government and you will see on every table, big piles

of files. Dust has gathered on them. And an ordinary clerk will behave with you as if you are nobody,

just because the file in which you are concerned... perhaps your business has been stopped,

perhaps your house has been occupied, perhaps somebody has taken over your land. But the

file will go on moving as slowly....

I was reading that Albert Einstein found that light travels fastest. I enquired of my scientific

colleagues in the university, ”Can you tell me, has anybody discovered, what travels the slowest?”

They said, ”We never even thought about it.”

I said, ”I have discovered it. It is the files in the government offices. Light travels the fastest, and the

files must be darkness, they travel the slowest. It takes years from one table to another table. And

to reach from Poona to New Delhi – if they reach in your lifetime, it is too quick.”

One of my friends – he was an old man, but I had many old men as my friends – he was ninety

years old, and he had a court case that had been going on for seventy years. When he was twenty

the case started.

All the magistrates that tried his case died. All the advocates that were fighting for him or against

him, died. The British government that started the case disappeared! But the case continues.

The strangest thing is that the case was started by the British government because he had written

a history of India not agreeing with the British historians, because the British historians were writing

lies and hiding truths. They were making exaggerated statements about the treatment that was

given to them by the Indians and they were omitting completely what treatment they had been giving

to the Indians – how many people they had killed. In fact they were the invaders, and if a few Indians

resisted it was perfectly human. They were the criminals.

He had written a history pointing out the facts, and the British government was angry. They had

started a case against him, against the publisher, against the printer, against the editor – the case

was against four persons. Three of them died. The case was started in the Supreme Court when

it used to be in Calcutta. It moved to New Delhi, the capital changed, and so many Supreme Court

judges died, retired. He was telling me ”I am the only survivor.”

I said, ”When is the case going to finish? Now that India is free, you should be respected, honored,

that when the country was under slavery you had the courage to state the facts and face the

government and the court.”

But even under a government which is no longer of foreigners, the case continues.

He said, ”The case has become so complicated that even the Indian government, although now they

are not against it, cannot withdraw the case – there is no way to solve it.”

This is how bureaucracy works. Now he is dead, and the file has been closed. And he was right that

”The file will not be closed unless I am dead.”

Seventy years for an ordinary case against a book! The state pretends to be the servant of the

people, but that is simply hypocrisy. It becomes the master of the people, the owner of the people,

AND THE CROWD IS WILLING.

Only a few individuals who have some dignity will fight the state, will propagate the idea that there

should be no state at all. In this century Nietzsche, Prince Kropotkin and Leo Tolstoy, three persons,

were absolutely for a world without states.

And states are so much afraid, that I was told by the immigration officer that ”If you are an anarchist,

you cannot enter America.”

I said, ”Why should a great power be afraid of a single man, even if he is an anarchist? Anarchists

are not terrorists, they are pure thinkers. But the fear is that what they say is true; the liars may have

nuclear weapons in their hands – still they are liars – and deep down they are impotent.”

And twenty-five centuries earlier Zarathustra is saying, THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL

COLD MONSTERS. COLDLY IT LIES... Every government lies, and every government is caught

sooner or later lying. And still nobody makes it a point that governments should not be believed,

because again and again they are caught lying.

The presidents and the prime ministers and the ministers all take oath before they enter their office,

the oath that they will stand for truth, and only for truth. But it is almost impossible to find any

politician who is not lying. Of course they lie with such a face that it seems perhaps they are saying

the truth. But lies cannot remain forever hidden. Sooner or later they are discovered. They don’t

have long life.

COLDLY IT LIES, TOO; AND THIS LIE CREEPS FROM ITS MOUTH: ‘I, THE STATE, AM THE

PEOPLE.’ The state is not the people. The state is only a servant of the people, and should behave

like the servant of the people.

But the smallest government servant behaves as if he has all the powers of the world. This has to

be taken away from these people. This power makes many people hungry, greedy, they are ready

to do anything to gain power. They are ready to sell their souls just to be in power.

IT IS A LIE! – that the state is the people. IT WAS CREATORS WHO CREATED PEOPLES AND

HUNG A FAITH AND A LOVE OVER THEM: THUS THEY SERVED LIFE. The real lovers of people

are the creators; creators in different dimensions – painters, and poets, and singers and dancers

and sculptors.

These are the real people who have power, because they participate in creation, and they shower

people with their creativity and with their love. They create in people a desire, a longing, also to be

creators. They create trust in people.

The real history should count only their names. But the real history has never been written. History

counts the names of those who have not created anything, but only destroyed; the killers and the

murderers.

IT IS DESTROYERS WHO SET SNARES FOR MANY AND CALL IT THE STATE: THEY HANG A

SWORD AND A HUNDRED DESIRES OVER THEM.

WHERE A PEOPLE STILL EXISTS, THERE THE PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE STATE

AND HATE IT AS THE EVIL EYE, AND SIN AGAINST CUSTOM AND LAW...

A FREE LIFE STILL REMAINS FOR GREAT SOULS. TRULY, HE WHO POSSESSES LITTLE IS

SO MUCH THE LESS POSSESSED. PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY!

This is significant to understand. The more you possess, the more you are possessed, because you

become a slave of your own possessions. Use things, but don’t possess them. There is no need to

possess them.

I had a very beautiful garden in Jabalpur. I myself had worked in that garden. My neighbor was

a principal of a college, and he was very jealous of my roses. I told him, ”Your jealousy is sheer

foolishness, because you can enjoy my roses as much as I can enjoy them. They are not my

possessions. I can enjoy the moon, you can enjoy the moon. The moon is not possessed by me or

by you.”

But there are people who cannot enjoy anything unless they possess it. And there is a fundamental

law: You can possess dead things, but the moment you start possessing living beings – your wife,

your husband, your children – you start killing them. You start poisoning them, because to possess

a child is to destroy his freedom, to possess a wife is to destroy her freedom.

Freedom is the very soul of humanity.

Zarathustra does not praise poverty. He is very particular about his words, he says, PRAISED BE A

MODERATE POVERTY. What is moderate poverty? All the religions are for poverty. The poor are

the blessed. They are hungry and starving, and you are saying that they should inherit the Kingdom

of God.

Zarathustra says, PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY! Not a poverty that destroys you, not a

poverty that keeps you starved, hungry. And if everyone is willing to be happy with the moderate

things necessary for life, there will be no poverty and there will be no richness. They exist together.

Many of my sannyasins when they come for the first time to India are surprised, seeing that on the

one hand there are so many rich people.... Perhaps the richest man in the world was the Nizam of

Hyderabad. He had so many diamonds that almost seven warehouses were full of diamonds. He

had so many that there was no way to count them, they were weighed on scales, not counted. Once

a year they were spread on his vast palace terraces, many terraces. I have been to the palace, I

have seen the terraces. They were all spread on the terraces just to have some sunlight, once a

year.

The man who is the caretaker of the palace now, told me that when the diamonds were spread on

the terraces all the terraces were full and the diamonds were almost two feet thick on the terraces.

Nobody has ever calculated how rich he was.

So on the one hand you will find very rich people, and on the other hand you will find beggars, who

have nothing.

”A moderate poverty” is a beautiful concept. Nobody should be so rich that money lies unnecessarily

in his basement; he cannot use it.

And nobody should be so poor that he has to die because of his poverty. A moderate poverty will

bring, without enforcement, a certain equality as far as money is concerned.

Zarathustra, perhaps, is the first man in history who is talking about communism and about

anarchism. There should not be classes of the rich and the poor, and there is no need for a

government so powerful that it can destroy any individual.

ONLY THERE, WHERE THE STATE CEASES, DOES THE MAN WHO IS NOT SUPERFLUOUS

BEGIN: DOES THE SONG OF THE NECESSARY MAN, THE UNIQUE AND IRREPLACEABLE

MELODY, BEGIN....

Only where the state ceases, comes into existence the necessary man, the unique, with all his song

and melody. The state goes on killing uniqueness.

Powerful people cannot tolerate somebody who has no power and yet is respected by millions of

people. They understand only the language of power, they don’t understand the language of love,

they don’t understand the language of creativity. They don’t understand that a song is more powerful

than any nuclear weapon, that a poet is more powerful than any president, because the poet creates

and the president can only destroy.

The poet does not claim domination over anybody; he simply shares his heart, his melody, his songs.

He is really an emperor. He may be nobody as far as the power elites are concerned, but he reaches

to the very heart of humanity. The presidents will be forgotten, the prime ministers will be forgotten,

but the song of a poet, the music of a musician, will go on echoing down the corridors of time. It

belongs to eternity.

I am reminded about one of the emperors of India, Akbar. In his life – AKBAR NAMAH is his

autobiography – he was very interested in all kinds of creative people. In his court he had the

greatest poets of the country, the wisest people of the country, the great singers, the great musicians,

the great dancers. His court must have been one of the richest courts that any emperor ever had.

His court musician was Tansen, and it was thought that Tansen had never been surpassed. His

music was magic, had a hypnotic power, and Akbar could not be satisfied even listening to him

every day.

Late in the night, one day when he was leaving the palace, Akbar said to Tansen, ”Tansen, I have

never told you, but the idea has arisen in me many times... I cannot conceive anybody to be a

better musician than you; it is just inconceivable. But forgive me... the idea arises in me, that if your

teacher is alive, I would like to see him who has taught you music, with whom you went through

this discipline. Who knows, your teacher may be a greater musician – although I cannot conceive in

what way he can be greater than you.”

Tansen said, ”My teacher is alive and you may not be able to conceive of it, but I am just dust under

his feet. I cannot even think of comparing myself with him. The distance is so great.”

Akbar became very excited, he said, ”Call him to the court, we will welcome him, we will reward him,

there will be a celebration!”

Tansen said, ”That is a difficult thing because he is a sannyasin and he lives just very close to the

palace by the side of the Yamuna river in a small hut. His name is Haridas, and he never sings,

never plays, unless it happens spontaneously; not on demand. So it is very difficult.

”If you really are interested, then we will have to sit by the side of his hut early in the morning, three

o’clock, because that is the time when he wakes up, takes a bath in the river; and then – he has a

small statue of the goddess of wisdom – before the statue he plays. There is no other audience at

that time. ”And you will have to hide behind the hut, in the trees, because if he becomes aware that

somebody is listening he may not sing, he may not play on his instruments. He is a crazy man!”

But who has ever heard that great creators can be other that crazy? They have a certain madness,

they are not sane people in the eyes of the world.

Akbar was so excited that he said, ”Tonight we will go. You don’t go home. Sleep here, and at three

o’clock we will be by the side of the hut.”

An emperor, a great emperor – he ruled over the whole of India – went to listen to music as a thief!

And when he heard it, Tansen could not believe it, tears were flowing from Akbar’s eyes, just of joy

and ecstasy.

When they returned Akbar said to Tansen, ”If your music is magic, Haridas’ music is a miracle. But

why is there so much difference? Up to now I used to think it is inconceivable that anybody can

be a greater musician than you. Now I am thinking you stand nowhere. That poor sannyasin, your

master, has something that is very elusive – but it stopped my thinking. I forgot all about time. I

forgot that I am a great emperor.

”Those few moments have been the greatest momemts in my life. What is the reason that you

cannot reach to those heights?”

The answer has to be remembered. Tansen said, ”It is very simple. I sing, I play on instruments, to

get something from you. I am a beggar. There is greed in me. Music I am selling; I sing because I

want to get something. He is singing because he has got something. He is an emperor. His song is

coming out of his fullness of heart, not out of hungry greed.

”His music is born out of his abundant love; for no other reason, for sheer joy, just the way fragrance

comes from flowers. It is not for sale, that is what makes the difference.

”I am a great technician. I have learned his whole technique, there is no flaw in my technique. But

my heart is empty. I have not known that ecstasy, I have not experienced that being, I have not been

touched by the divine.

”He is absolutely mad. He is drunk with the divine, and the music is not through any effort, but

something spontaneously coming out of him. That’s why we cannot demand it.”

FLEE, MY FRIEND, INTO YOUR SOLITUDE: I SEE YOU STUNG BY POISONOUS FLIES. Jealousy

and competition and a desire to be powerful and a desire to have some name, some fame, a desire

to dominate; these are the poisons.

Zarathustra says, FLEE, MY FRIEND, INTO YOUR SOLITUDE: I SEE YOU STUNG BY

POISONOUS FLIES. FLEE TO WHERE THE RAW, ROUGH, BREEZE BLOWS!

Flee to the natural, flee to the spontaneous. FLEE INTO SOLITUDE. YOU HAVE LIVED TOO NEAR

THE SMALL AND PITIABLE MEN. FLEE FROM THEIR HIDDEN VENGEANCE! TOWARDS YOU

THEY ARE NOTHING BUT VENGEANCE.

Every creator, whether he creates paintings or statues or music or dance, creates a revengefulness

in the small people, in the crowd. And to remain too near to the small is dangerous. Their smallness,

their petty mind, can be contagious. And to be surrounded by their vengeance can be destructive of

your creativity, of your greatness.

NO LONGER LIFT YOUR ARM AGAINST THEM! THEY ARE INNUMERABLE AND IT IS NOT

YOUR FATE TO BE A FLY-SWAT....

I SEE YOU WEARIED BY POISONOUS FLIES, I SEE YOU BLOODILY TORN IN A HUNDRED

PLACES; AND YOUR PRIDE REFUSES EVEN TO BE ANGRY.

I have known the small man. The whole multitude consists of the small man, all over the world. It is

good that Zarathustra says, AND YOUR PRIDE REFUSES EVEN TO BE ANGRY. His insight is so

psychologically true. Gautam Buddha is also not angry, but nobody has pointed out the fact that he

is not angry because of his pride.

What is the meaning of being angry with small people? They are doing what they can do – their

vengeance, their revengefulness. They can kill Jesus, they can poison Socrates. And it has been

thought that because Gautam Buddha has attained to a state where it does not matter whether he

is insulted, humiliated, it is out of his silence and peace that there is no anger.

But perhaps Zarathustra is more right – it is just the pride of the great man. You cannot pull him

down to your level and make him angry. He will not fight with you, because you are too many, and

he will not even be angry with you because you are pitiable, you are sick and pathological. You need

all his compassion, even though you are doing every kind of harm to him.

Zarathustra seems to be more psychologically right, that it is the pride of the creator not to be angry.

THEY WANT BLOOD FROM YOU IN ALL INNOCENCE, THEIR BLOODLESS SOULS THIRST

FOR BLOOD – AND THEREFORE THEY STING IN ALL INNOCENCE.

BUT YOU, PROFOUND MAN, YOU SUFFER TOO PROFOUNDLY EVEN FROM SMALLWOUNDS;

AND BEFORE YOU HAVE RECOVERED, THE SAME POISON-WORM IS AGAIN CRAWLING

OVER YOUR HAND.

YOU ARE TOO PROUD TO KILL THESE SWEET-TOOTHED CREATURES. BUT TAKE CARE

THAT IT DOES NOT BECOME YOUR FATE TO BEAR ALL THEIR POISONOUS INJUSTICE!

THEY BUZZ AROUND YOU EVEN WITH THEIR PRAISE: AND THEIR PRAISE IS IMPORTUNITY.

THEY WANT TO BE NEAR YOUR SKIN AND YOUR BLOOD...

AND THEY ARE OFTEN KIND TO YOU. BUT THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PRUDENCE OF

THE COWARDLY. YES, THE COWARDLY ARE PRUDENT!...

BECAUSE YOU ARE GENTLE AND JUST-MINDED, YOU SAY: ‘THEY ARE NOT TO BE BLAMED

FOR THEIR LITTLE EXISTENCE.’ BUT THEIR LITTLE SOULS THINK: ‘ALL GREAT EXISTENCE

IS BLAMEWORTHY.’

Whenever there is a great creator the crowd feels deeply hurt about its inferiority. And because of

that inferiority, it is ready to take revenge in the name of morality, in the name of culture, in the name

of religion – which are all false excuses, because Socrates was not destroying the culture, was not

destroying the morality of the young people, was not destroying religion.

On the contrary people like Socrates are the founders of religiousness, of true culture, of authentic

morality. But he has offended the small man. He is too high, and his presence is a continuous

reminder that you are inferior.

There is a proverb in India that ”Camels don’t like to go near mountains”; that’s why they have chosen

to live in the deserts where they are the mountains. By the side of a mountain, the camel will feel

very inferior. To avoid the feeling of inferiority, mountains have to be removed, deserts have to be

created. Life is a very complex experience.

The sannyasins’ commune in America was in a desert. That desert was for sale for fifty years and

nobody purchased it, because what will you do with a desert? We wanted a vast land just to be

far away from the crowd of small people; and that desert was perfectly good, because the closest

American town was 20 miles away. But why did America become so annoyed with us?

I was not moving around America provoking people against anybody. My people were so much

engaged in creating the commune, enjoying their life – it was moderate poverty, there was no hope

that we will become super-rich, even to survive was enough. But we managed to make even the

desert yield something for us to survive.

We were producing enough for 5,000 people there and thousands of others who were coming every

month, and going, and for 20,000 people on every festival. We were absolutely harmless to America.

But the problem is that the very existence of the commune started creating an inferiority complex

in the politicians – that they have not been able to do in fifty years what we have managed to do in

five years. And we didn’t have all the means to do it, but only intelligence and labor. But we put our

hearts into it, and even the desert became compassionate. It became green, it became an oasis.

Our success was the problem, if we had failed we would have remained in America. If we had failed,

those politicians would have felt very good. They would have said to each other, ”We knew it, that in

that desert, nobody could succeed.”

But our success became our failure – because we succeeded, and our success was going higher

and higher and the politicians became so much afraid. Afraid of what? – Afraid of their own inferiority

complex.

They destroyed the commune, and recreated the desert. What we had turned into an oasis is now

again a desert, and they are happy. Strange logic, but not so strange if you go deep into it. And I

have been watching the whole process: The politicians who had become great – just because they

were against the commune the whole of Oregon supported them – if they had asked me, I would

have advised them that ”Our existence is absolutely necessary here for your being in power. The

day we are gone, you are gone too.”

But that needs tremendous intelligence to understand. The two men, Governor Atiyeh and Attorney

General Frohnmeyer, had become everyday news in America just because they were trying in every

way to destroy the commune.

They succeeded. They had the power and they had with them all the small people with their

vengeance. But because the commune was demolished, neither Governor Atiyeh is anymore

governor – he has been defeated – nor Attorney General Frohnmeyer is anymore Attorney General,

he has been defeated. They were living on our blood. The small people were supporting them

because they were against us. Now they are useless. They must be repenting that which they have

done. They have destroyed not the commune – but themselves.

And the vengeance you can see. Just a few days ago a sannyasin went to see what is the situation

there, and he reported to me ”I could not believe my eyes. They have destroyed the commune.

All the sannyasins have left, they were forced to leave. But our symbol of two birds was left there,

because it was fixed into marble.”

He could not believe the vengeance of people. They have shot those birds! Now there are bullets in

those birds; they could not even tolerate that symbol. They were not living birds, they unnecessarily

wasted their bullets. But you can understand the vengeance.

EVEN WHEN YOU ARE GENTLE TOWARDS THEM, THEY STILL FEEL YOU DESPISE THEM;

AND THEY RETURN YOUR KINDNESS WITH SECRET UNKINDNESS.

YOUR SILENT PRIDE ALWAYS OFFENDS THEIR TASTE; THEY REJOICE IF YOU ARE EVER

MODEST ENOUGH TO BE VAIN....

HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED HOW OFTEN THEY BECAME SILENT WHEN YOU APPROACHED

THEM, AND HOW THEIR STRENGTH LEFT THEM LIKE SMOKE FROM A DYING FIRE?

YES, MY FRIEND, YOU ARE A BAD CONSCIENCE TO YOUR NEIGHBOURS: FOR THEY ARE

UNWORTHY OF YOU....

The small man is ninety-nine point nine percent, the great man is only once in a while. But all the

progress and all the evolution and all that is beautiful in life and in the world is created by those few

great men who can be counted on fingers.

The small man has not contributed anything. He is just a burden. And I would like my people not

to be small, not to be a burden, but to be creators, contributors, making life a little more beautiful, a

little more juicy, a little more loving, a little more musical.

Zarathustra is right when he says, ”I can believe only in a God who can dance.”

I would like to add, ”If you can dance, you become a God unto yourself.”

... THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA

Okay, Maneesha?

Yes, Osho.

 

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  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA WAS THIRTY YEARS OLD, HE LEFT HIS HOME AND THE LAKE OF HIS HOME AND WENT INTO THE MOUNTAINS. HERE HE HAD THE ENJOYMENT OF HIS SPIRIT AND HIS SOLITUDE AND HE DID NOT WEARY OF IT FOR TEN YEARS. BUT AT LAST HIS HEART TURNED – AND ONE MORNING HE ROSE WITH THE DAWN, STEPPED BEFORE THE SUN AND SPOKE TO IT THUS: GREAT STAR! WHAT WOULD YOUR HAPPINESS BE, IF YOU HAD NOT THOSE FOR WHOM YOU SHINE! YOU HAVE COME UP HERE TO MY CAVE FOR TEN YEARS: YOU WOULD HAVE GROWN WEARY OF YOUR LIGHT AND OF THIS JOURNEY, WITHOUT ME, MY EAGLE AND MY SERPENT at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2, ZARATHUSTRA WENT DOWN THE MOUNTAIN ALONE, AND NO ONE MET HIM. BUT WHEN HE ENTERED THE FOREST, AN OLD MAN, WHO HAD LEFT HIS HOLY HUT TO LOOK FOR ROOTS IN THE FOREST, SUDDENLY STOOD BEFORE HIM. AND THE OLD MAN SPOKE THUS TO ZARATHUSTRA: ‘THIS WANDERER IS NO STRANGER TO ME: HE PASSED BY HERE MANY YEARS AGO. HE WAS CALLED ZARATHUSTRA; BUT HE HAS CHANGED. ‘THEN YOU CARRIED YOUR ASHES TO THE MOUNTAINS: WILL YOU TODAY CARRY YOUR FIRE INTO THE VALLEYS? DO YOU NOT FEAR AN INCENDIARY’S PUNISHMENT? ‘YES, I RECOGNIZE ZARATHUSTRA. HIS EYES ARE CLEAR, AND NO DISGUST LURKS ABOUT HIS MOUTH. DOES HE NOT GO ALONG LIKE A DANCER? ‘HOW CHANGED ZARATHUSTRA IS! ZARATHUSTRA HAS BECOME – A CHILD, AN AWAKENED-ONE: WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW WITH THE SLEEPERS? ‘YOU LIVED IN SOLITUDE AS IN THE SEA, AND THE SEA BORE YOU. ALAS, DO YOU WANT TO GO ASHORE? ALAS, DO YOU WANT AGAIN TO DRAG YOUR BODY YOURSELF? at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA ARRIVED AT THE NEAREST OF THE TOWNS LYING AGAINST THE FOREST, HE FOUND IN THAT VERY PLACE MANY PEOPLE ASSEMBLED IN THE MARKET SQUARE: FOR IT HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED THAT A TIGHT-ROPE WALKER WOULD BE APPEARING. AND ZARATHUSTRA SPOKE THUS TO THE PEOPLE: I TEACH YOU THE SUPERMAN. MAN IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE OVERCOME. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OVERCOME HIM? ALL CREATURES HITHERTO HAVE CREATED SOMETHING BEYOND THEMSELVES: AND DO YOU WANT TO BE THE EBB OF THIS GREAT TIDE, AND RETURN TO THE ANIMALS RATHER THAN OVERCOME MAN? WHAT IS THE APE TO MEN? A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. AND JUST SO SHALL MAN BE TO THE SUPERMAN: A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. YOU HAVE MADE YOUR WAY FROM WORM TO MAN, AND MUCH IN YOU IS STILL WORM. ONCE YOU WERE APES, AND EVEN NOW MAN IS MORE OF AN APE THAN ANY APE. BUT HE WHO IS THE WISEST AMONG YOU, HE ALSO IS ONLY A DISCORD AND HYBRID OF PLANT AND OF GHOST. BUT DO I BID YOU BECOME GHOSTS OR PLANTS? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4, WHAT IS THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN EXPERIENCE? IT IS THE HOUR OF THE GREAT CONTEMPT. THE HOUR IN WHICH EVEN YOUR HAPPINESS GROWS LOATHSOME TO YOU, AND YOUR REASON AND YOUR VIRTUE ALSO. THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY HAPPINESS? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE. BUT MY HAPPINESS SHOULD JUSTIFY EXISTENCE ITSELF!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY REASON? DOES IT LONG FOR KNOWLEDGE AS THE LION FOR ITS FOOD? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY VIRTUE? IT HAS NOT YET DRIVEN ME MAD! HOWTIRED I AM OF MY GOOD AND MY EVIL! IT IS ALL POVERTY AND DIRT AND MISERABLE EASE!.... THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY, ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY PITY? IS NOT PITY THE CROSS UPON WHICH HE WHO LOVES MAN IS NAILED? BUT MY PITY IS NO CRUCIFIXION!’ HAVE YOU EVER SPOKEN THUS? HAVE YOU EVER CRIED THUS? AH, THAT I HAD HEARD YOU CRYING THUS! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SPOKEN THESE WORDS HE LOOKED AGAIN AT THE PEOPLE AND FELL SILENT. THERE THEY STAND (HE SAID TO HIS HEART), THERE THEY LAUGH: THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME, I AM NOT THE MOUTH FOR THESE EARS. MUST ONE FIRST SHATTER THEIR EARS TO TEACH THEM TO HEAR WITH THEIR EYES? MUST ONE RUMBLE LIKE DRUMS AND LENTEN PREACHERS? OR DO THEY BELIEVE ONLY THOSE WHO STAMMER? THEY HAVE SOMETHING OF WHICH THEY ARE PROUD. WHAT IS IT CALLED THAT MAKES THEM PROUD? THEY CALL IT CULTURE, IT DISTINGUISHES THEM FROM THE GOATHERDS. THEREFORE THEY DISLIKE HEARING THE WORD ’CONTEMPT’ SPOKEN OF THEM. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEIR PRIDE. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEM OF THE MOST CONTEMPTIBLE MAN: AND THAT IS THE ULTIMATE MAN. AND THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA TO THE PEOPLE: IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO FIX HIS GOAL. IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO PLANT THE SEED OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6, FOLLOWING HIS SPEECH ABOUT THE ULTIMATE MAN, ZARATHUSTRA REALIZES THAT THE PEOPLE HAVE MISUNDERSTOOD HIM, FOR THEY NOW CRY OUT TO HIM FOR THE ULTIMATE MAN, TELLING HIM HE CAN HAVE THE SUPERMAN. WHILE HE PONDERS ON THIS, THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER BEGINS HIS ACT – WALKING ACROSS A ROPE SUSPENDED HIGH ABOVE THE PEOPLE IN THE MARKET SQUARE, BETWEEN TWO TOWERS. WHEN HE REACHES THE MID-POINT, SUDDENLY A FIGURE DRESSED AS A BUFFOON APPEARS FROM ONE OF THE TOWERS, AND PROCEEDS TO FOLLOW THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER, SHOUTING OUT AND ABUSING HIM. HE MAKES TO JUMP OVER THE TIGHTROPE WALKER, WHO LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS, LANDING QUITE CLOSE TO WHERE ZARATHUSTRA IS STANDING. ZARATHUSTRA STAYS WITH THE DYING MAN LONG AFTER EVENING HAS COME AND THE CROWD DISPERSED at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses, I NAME YOU THREE METAMORPHOSES OF THE SPIRIT: HOW THE SPIRIT SHALL BECOME A CAMEL, AND THE CAMEL A LION, AND THE LION AT LAST A CHILD. THERE ARE MANY HEAVY THINGS FOR THE SPIRIT, FOR THE STRONG, WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT IN WHICH DWELL RESPECT AND AWE: ITS STRENGTH LONGS FOR THE HEAVY, FOR THE HEAVIEST. WHAT IS HEAVY? THUS ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THUS IT KNEELS DOWN LIKE THE CAMEL AND WANTS TO BE WELL LADEN. WHAT IS THE HEAVIEST THING, YOU HEROES? SO ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THAT I MAY TAKE IT UPON ME AND REJOICE IN MY STRENGTH. IS IT NOT THIS: TO DEBASE YOURSELF IN ORDER TO INJURE YOUR PRIDE?... OR IS IT THIS: TO DESERT OUR CAUSE WHEN IT IS CELEBRATING ITS VICTORY? TO CLIMB HIGH MOUNTAINS IN ORDER TO TEMPT THE TEMPTER?... OR IS IT THIS: TO LOVE THOSE WHO DESPISE US AND TO OFFER OUR HAND TO THE GHOST WHEN IT WANTS TO FRIGHTEN US? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions, YOU SAY ‘I’ AND YOU ARE PROUD OF THIS WORD. BUT GREATER THAN THIS – ALTHOUGH YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE IN IT – IS YOUR BODY AND ITS GREAT INTELLIGENCE, WHICH DOES NOT SAY ‘I’ BUT PERFORMS ‘I’. WHAT THE SENSE FEELS, WHAT THE SPIRIT PERCEIVES, IS NEVER AN END IN ITSELF. BUT SENSE AND SPIRIT WOULD LIKE TO PERSUADE YOU THAT THEY ARE THE END OF ALL THINGS: THEY ARE AS VAIN AS THAT. SENSE AND SPIRIT ARE INSTRUMENTS AND TOYS: BEHIND THEM STILL LIES THE SELF. THE SELF SEEKS WITH THE EYES OF THE SENSE, IT LISTENS TOO WITH THE EARS OF THE SPIRIT. THE SELF IS ALWAYS LISTENING AND SEEKING: IT COMPARES, SUBDUES, CONQUERS, DESTROYS. IT RULES AND IS ALSO THE EGO’S RULER. BEHIND YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, MY BROTHER, STANDS A MIGHTY COMMANDER, AN UNKNOWN SAGE – HE IS CALLED SELF. HE LIVES IN YOUR BODY, HE IS YOUR BODY. THERE IS MORE REASON IN YOUR BODY THAN IN YOUR BEST WISDOM. AND WHO KNOWS FOR WHAT PURPOSE YOUR BODY REQUIRES PRECISELY YOUR BEST WISDOM?... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors, WHAT HAVE WE IN COMMON WITH THE ROSEBUD, WHICH TREMBLES BECAUSE A DROP OF DEW IS LYING UPON IT? IT IS TRUE: WE LOVE LIFE, NOT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LIVING BUT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LOVING. THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN MADNESS IN LOVE. BUT ALSO THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN METHOD IN MADNESS. AND TO ME TOO, WHO LOVE LIFE, IT SEEMS THAT BUTTERFLIES AND SOAP-BUBBLES, AND WHATEVER IS LIKE THEM AMONG MEN, KNOW MOST ABOUT HAPPINESS. TO SEE THESE LIGHT, FOOLISH, DAINTY, AFFECTING LITTLE SOULS FLUTTER ABOUT – THAT MOVES ZARATHUSTRA TO TEARS AND TO SONG. I SHOULD BELIEVE ONLY IN A GOD WHO UNDERSTOOD HOW TO DANCE. OF WAR AND WARRIORS WE DO NOT WISH TO BE SPARED BY OUR BEST ENEMIES, NOR BY THOSE WHOM WE LOVE FROM THE VERY HEART. SO LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace, THERE ARE STILL PEOPLES AND HERDS SOMEWHERE, BUT NOT WITH US, MY BROTHERS: HERE THERE ARE STATES.... THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL COLD MONSTERS. COLDLY IT LIES, TOO; AND THIS LIE CREEPS FROM ITS MOUTH: ’I, THE STATE, AM THE PEOPLE.’ IT IS A LIE! IT WAS CREATORS WHO CREATED PEOPLES AND HUNG A FAITH AND A LOVE OVER THEM: THUS THEY SERVED LIFE. IT IS DESTROYERS WHO SET SNARES FOR MANY AND CALL IT THE STATE: THEY HANG A SWORD AND A HUNDRED DESIRES OVER THEM. WHERE A PEOPLE STILL EXISTS, THERE THE PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE STATE AND HATE IT AS THE EVIL EYE AND SIN AGAINST CUSTOM AND LAW.... A FREE LIFE STILL REMAINS FOR GREAT SOULS. TRULY, HE WHO POSSESSES LITTLE IS SO MUCH THE LESS POSSESSED: PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY! ONLY THERE, WHERE THE STATE CEASES, DOES THE MAN WHO IS NOT SUPERFLUOUS BEGIN: DOES THE SONG OF THE NECESSARY MAN, THE UNIQUE AND IRREPLACEABLE MELODY, BEGIN at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend, OUR FAITH IN OTHERS BETRAYS WHEREIN WE WOULD DEARLY LIKE TO HAVE FAITH IN OURSELVES. OUR LONGING FOR A FRIEND IS OUR BETRAYER. AND OFTEN WITH OUR LOVE WE ONLYWANT TO LEAP OVER ENVY. AND OFTEN WE ATTACK AND MAKE AN ENEMY IN ORDER TO CONCEAL THAT WE ARE VULNERABLE TO ATTACK. ‘AT LEAST BE MY ENEMY!’ – THUS SPEAKS THE TRUE REVERENCE THAT DOES NOT VENTURE TO ASK FOR FRIENDSHIP. IF YOU WANT A FRIEND, YOU MUST ALSO BE WILLING TO WAGE WAR FOR HIM: AND TO WAGE WAR, YOU MUST BE CAPABLE OF BEING AN ENEMY. YOU SHOULD HONOUR EVEN THE ENEMY IN YOUR FRIEND. CAN YOU GO NEAR TO YOUR FRIEND WITHOUT GOING OVER TO HIM? IN YOUR FRIEND YOU SHOULD POSSESS YOUR BEST ENEMY. YOUR HEART SHOULD FEEL CLOSEST TO HIM WHEN YOU OPPOSE HIM.... HE WHO MAKES NO SECRET OF HIMSELF EXCITES ANGER IN OTHERS: THAT IS HOW MUCH REASON YOU HAVE TO FEAR NAKEDNESS. IF YOU WERE GODS YOU COULD THEN BE ASHAMED OF YOUR CLOTHES! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals, NO PEOPLE COULD LIVE WITHOUT EVALUATING; BUT IF IT WISHES TO MAINTAIN ITSELF IT MUST NOT EVALUATE AS ITS NEIGHBOR EVALUATES. MUCH THAT SEEMED GOOD TO ONE PEOPLE SEEMED SHAME AND DISGRACE TO ANOTHER: THUS I FOUND. I FOUND MUCH THAT WAS CALLED EVIL IN ONE PLACE WAS IN ANOTHER DECKED WITH PURPLE HONOURS.... A TABLE OF VALUES HANGS OVER EVERY PEOPLE. BEHOLD, IT IS THE TABLE OF ITS OVERCOMINGS; BEHOLD, IT IS THE VOICE OF ITS WILL TO POWER. WHAT IT ACCOUNTS HARD IT CALLS PRAISEWORTHY; WHAT IT ACCOUNTS INDISPENSABLE AND HARD IT CALLS GOOD; AND THAT WHICH RELIEVES THE GREATEST NEED, THE RARE, THE HARDEST OF ALL – IT GLORIFIES AS HOLY. WHATEVER CAUSES IT TO RULE AND CONQUER AND GLITTER, TO THE DREAD AND ENVY OF ITS NEIGHBOR, THAT IT ACCOUNTS THE SUBLIMEST, THE PARAMOUNT, THE EVALUATION AND THE MEANING OF ALL THINGS.... MAN FIRST IMPLANTED VALUES INTO THINGS TO MAINTAIN HIMSELF – HE CREATED THE MEANING OF THINGS, A HUMAN MEANING! THEREFORE HE CALLS HIMSELF: ‘MAN’, THAT IS: THE EVALUATOR at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor, YOU FLEE TO YOUR NEIGHBOR AWAY FROM YOURSELVES AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VIRTUE OF IT: BUT I SEE THROUGH YOUR ‘SELFLESSNESS’.... DO I EXHORT YOU TO LOVE OF YOUR NEIGHBOR? I EXHORT YOU RATHER TO FLIGHT FROM YOUR NEIGHBOR AND TO LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT! HIGHER THAN LOVE OF ONE’S NEIGHBOR STANDS LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT MAN AND OF THE MAN OF THE FUTURE; HIGHER STILL THAN LOVE OF MAN I ACCOUNT LOVE OF CAUSES AND OF PHANTOMS. THIS PHANTOM THAT RUNS ALONG BEHIND YOU, MY BROTHER, IS FAIRER THAN YOU; WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE IT YOUR FLESH AND BONES? BUT YOU ARE AFRAID AND YOU RUN TO YOUR NEIGHBOR.... YOU INVITE IN A WITNESS WHEN YOU WANT TO SPEAK WELL OF YOURSELVES; AND WHEN YOU HAVE MISLED HIM INTO THINKING WELL OF YOU, YOU THEN THINK WELL OF YOURSELVES.... ONE MAN RUNS TO HIS NEIGHBOR BECAUSE HE IS LOOKING FOR HIMSELF, AND ANOTHER BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOSE HIMSELF. YOUR BAD LOVE OF YOURSELVES MAKES SOLITUDE A PRISON TO YOU.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator, MY BROTHER, DO YOU WANT TO GO APART AND BE ALONE? DO YOU WANT TO SEEK THE WAY TO YOURSELF? PAUSE JUST A MOMENT AND LISTEN TO ME. ‘HE WHO SEEKS MAY EASILY GET LOST HIMSELF. IT IS A CRIME TO GO APART AND BE ALONE’ – THUS SPEAKS THE HERD. THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE, YOU AND I’, IT WILL BE A LAMENT AND A GRIEF. FOR SEE, IT IS STILL THIS SAME CONSCIENCE THAT CAUSES YOUR GRIEF: AND THE LAST GLIMMER OF THIS CONSCIENCE STILL GLOWS IN YOUR AFFLICTION. BUT YOU WANT TO GO THE WAY OF YOUR AFFLICTION, WHICH IS THE WAY TO YOURSELF? IF SO, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR IT AND YOUR RIGHT TO IT! ARE YOU A NEW STRENGTH AND A NEW RIGHT? A FIRST MOTION? A SELF-PROPELLING WHEEL? CAN YOU ALSO COMPEL STARS TO REVOLVE ABOUT YOU? ALAS, THERE IS SO MUCH LUSTING FOR EMINENCE! THERE IS SO MUCH CONVULSION OF THE AMBITIOUS!... at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice, WHEN YOU HAVE AN ENEMY, DO NOT REQUITE HIM GOOD FOR EVIL: FOR THAT WOULD MAKE HIM ASHAMED. BUT PROVE THAT HE HAS DONE SOMETHING GOOD TO YOU. BETTER TO BE ANGRY THAN MAKE ASHAMED! AND WHEN YOU ARE CURSED, I DO NOT LIKE IT THAT YOU THEN WANT TO BLESS. RATHER CURSE BACK A LITTLE! AND SHOULD A GREAT INJUSTICE BE DONE YOU, THEN QUICKLY DO FIVE LITTLE INJUSTICES BESIDES. HE WHO BEARS INJUSTICE ALONE IS TERRIBLE TO BEHOLD. DID YOU KNOW THIS ALREADY? SHARED INJUSTICE IS HALF JUSTICE. AND HE WHO CAN BEAR IT SHOULD TAKE THE INJUSTICE UPON HIMSELF. A LITTLE REVENGE IS MORE HUMAN THAN NO REVENGE AT ALL. AND IF THE PUNISHMENT BE NOT ALSO A RIGHT AND AN HONOUR FOR THE TRANSGRESSOR, THEN I DO NOT LIKE YOUR PUNISHMENT. IT IS MORE NOBLE TO DECLARE YOURSELF WRONG THAN TO MAINTAIN YOU ARE RIGHT, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT. ONLY YOU MUST BE RICH ENOUGH FOR IT. I DO NOT LIKE YOUR COLD JUSTICE; AND FROM THE EYE OF YOUR JUDGES THERE ALWAYS GAZES ONLY THE EXECUTIONER AND HIS COLD STEEL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death, MANY DIE TOO LATE AND SOME DIE TOO EARLY. STILL THE DOCTRINE SOUNDS STRANGE: ‘DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME.’DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME: THUS ZARATHUSTRA TEACHES. TO BE SURE, HE WHO NEVER LIVED AT THE RIGHT TIME COULD HARDLY DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME! BETTER IF HE WERE NEVER TO BE BORN! – THUS I ADVISE THE SUPERFLUOUS. BUT EVEN THE SUPERFLUOUS MAKE A GREAT THING OF THEIR DYING; YES, EVEN THE HOLLOWEST NUT WANTS TO BE CRACKED. EVERYONE TREATS DEATH AS AN IMPORTANT MATTER: BUT AS YET DEATH IS NOT A FESTIVAL. AS YET, MEN HAVE NOT LEARNED TO CONSECRATE THE FAIREST FESTIVALS. I SHALL SHOW YOU THE CONSUMMATING DEATH, WHICH SHALL BE A SPUR AND A PROMISE TO THE LIVING. THE MAN CONSUMMATING HIS LIFE DIES HIS DEATH TRIUMPHANTLY.... TO DIE THUS IS THE BEST DEATH; BUT THE SECOND BEST IS: TO DIE IN BATTLE AND TO SQUANDER A GREAT SOUL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1 , TELL ME: HOW DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE? BECAUSE IT IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS AND SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE; IT ALWAYS BESTOWS ITSELF. ONLY AS AN IMAGE OF THE HIGHEST VIRTUE DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE. GOLD-LIKE GLEAMS THE GLANCE OF THE GIVER.... THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS, IT IS SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE: THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS A BESTOWING VIRTUE. TRULY, I DIVINE YOU WELL, MY DISCIPLES, YOU ASPIRE TO THE BESTOWING VIRTUE, AS I DO.... YOU THIRST TO BECOME SACRIFICES AND GIFTS YOURSELVES; AND THAT IS WHY YOU THIRST TO HEAP UP ALL RICHES IN YOUR SOUL. YOUR SOUL ASPIRES INSATIABLY AFTER TREASURES AND JEWELS, BECAUSE YOUR VIRTUE IS INSATIABLE IN WANTING TO GIVE. YOU COMPEL ALL THINGS TO COME TO YOU AND INTO YOU, THAT THEY MAY FLOW BACK FROM YOUR FOUNTAIN AS GIFTS OF YOUR LOVE at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2, HERE ZARATHUSTRA FELL SILENT A WHILE AND REGARDED HIS DISCIPLES LOVINGLY. THEN HE WENT ON SPEAKING THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: STAY LOYAL TO THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS, WITH THE POWER OF YOUR VIRTUE! MAY YOUR BESTOWING LOVE AND YOUR KNOWLEDGE SERVE TOWARDS THE MEANING OF THE EARTH! THUS I BEG AND ENTREAT YOU.... A HUNDRED TIMES HAS SPIRIT AS WELL AS VIRTUE EXPERIMENTED AND GONE ASTRAY. YES, MAN WAS AN EXPERIMENT. ALAS, MUCH IGNORANCE AND ERROR HAS BECOME BODY IN US! NOT ONLY THE REASON OF MILLENNIA – THE MADNESS OF MILLENNIA TOO BREAKS OUT IN US. IT IS DANGEROUS TO BE AN HEIR. WE ARE STILL FIGHTING STEP BY STEP WITH THE GIANT CHANCE, AND HITHERTO THE SENSELESS, THE MEANINGLESS, HAS STILL RULED OVER MANKIND. MAY YOUR SPIRIT AND YOUR VIRTUE SERVE THE MEANING OF THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS: AND MAY THE VALUE OF ALL THINGS BE FIXED ANEW BY YOU. TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE FIGHTERS! TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE CREATORS! THE BODY PURIFIES ITSELF THROUGH KNOWLEDGE; EXPERIMENTING WITH KNOWLEDGE IT ELEVATES ITSELF.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SAID THESE WORDS HE PAUSED LIKE ONE WHO HAS NOT SAID HIS LAST WORD; LONG HE BALANCED THE STAFF DOUBTFULLY IN HIS HAND. AT LAST HE SPOKE THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: I NOWGO AWAY ALONE, MY DISCIPLES! YOU TOO NOWGO AWAY AND BE ALONE! SO I WILL HAVE IT. TRULY, I ADVISE YOU: GO AWAY FROM ME AND GUARD YOURSELVES AGAINST ZARATHUSTRA! AND BETTER STILL: BE ASHAMED OF HIM! PERHAPS HE HAS DECEIVED YOU. THE MAN OF KNOWLEDGE MUST BE ABLE NOT ONLY TO LOVE HIS ENEMIES BUT ALSO TO HATE HIS FRIENDS. ONE REPAYS A TEACHER BADLY IF ONE REMAINS ONLY A PUPIL. AND WHY, THEN, SHOULD YOU NOT PLUCK AT MY LAURELS? YOU RESPECT ME; BUT HOW IF ONE DAY YOUR RESPECT SHOULD TUMBLE? TAKE CARE THAT A FALLING STATUE DOES NOT STRIKE YOU DEAD! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands, ZARATHUSTRA HAS RETURNED TO THE MOUNTAINS WHERE HE LIVES A SOLITARY EXISTENCE FOR MANY YEARS – UNTIL ONE MORNING HE HAS A DREAM. FILLED WITH NEW RESOLVE AND AN OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO SHARE HIS WORDS WITH HIS FRIENDS, ZARATHUSTRA SPEAKS THUS: BEHOLD, WHAT ABUNDANCE IS AROUND US! AND IT IS FINE TO GAZE OUT UPON DISTANT SEAS FROM THE MIDST OF SUPERFLUITY. ONCE YOU SAID ‘GOD’ WHEN YOU GAZED UPON DISTANT SEAS; BUT NOW I HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO SAY ‘SUPERMAN’. GOD IS A SUPPOSITION; BUT I WANT YOUR SUPPOSING TO REACH NO FURTHER THAN YOUR CREATING WILL. COULD YOU CREATE A GOD? – SO BE SILENT ABOUT ALL GODS! BUT YOU COULD SURELY CREATE THE SUPERMAN. PERHAPS NOT YOU YOURSELVES, MY BROTHERS! BUT YOU COULD TRANSFORM YOURSELVES INTO FOREFATHERS AND ANCESTORS OF THE SUPERMAN: AND LET THIS BE YOUR FINEST CREATING! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate, AS LONG AS MEN HAVE EXISTED, MAN HAS ENJOYED HIMSELF TOO LITTLE: THAT ALONE, MY BROTHERS, IS OUR ORIGINAL SIN! AND IF WE LEARN BETTER TO ENJOY OURSELVES, WE BEST UNLEARN HOW TO DO HARM TO OTHERS AND TO CONTRIVE HARM. THEREFORE I WASH MY HAND WHEN IT HAS HELPED A SUFFERER, THEREFORE I WIPE MY SOUL CLEAN AS WELL. FOR I SAWTHE SUFFERER SUFFER, AND BECAUSE I SAWIT IWAS ASHAMED ON ACCOUNT OF HIS SHAME; AND WHEN I HELPED HIM, THEN I SORELY INJURED HIS PRIDE.... ‘BE RESERVED IN ACCEPTING! HONOUR A MAN BY ACCEPTING FROM HIM!’ – THUS I ADVISE THOSE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. I, HOWEVER, AM A GIVER: I GIVE GLADLY AS A FRIEND TO FRIENDS. BUT STRANGERS AND THE POOR MAY PLUCK THE FRUIT FROM MY TREE FOR THEMSELVES: IT CAUSES LESS SHAME THAT WAY.... AND WE ARE THE MOST UNFAIR, NOT TOWARDS HIM WHOM WE DO NOT LIKE, BUT TOWARDS HIM FOR WHOM WE FEEL NOTHING AT ALL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests, AND ONE DAY ZARATHUSTRA MADE A SIGN TO HIS DISCIPLES AND SPOKE THESE WORDS TO THEM: HERE ARE PRIESTS: AND ALTHOUGH THEY ARE MY ENEMIES, PASS THEM BY QUIETLY AND WITH SLEEPING SWORDS!... THEY ARE BAD ENEMIES: NOTHING IS MORE REVENGEFUL THAN THEIR HUMILITY. AND HE WHO TOUCHES THEM IS EASILY DEFILED.... HE WHOM THEY CALL REDEEMER HAS CAST THEM INTO BONDAGE – INTO THE BONDAGE OF FALSE VALUES AND FALSE SCRIPTURES! AH, THAT SOMEONE WOULD REDEEM THEM FROM THEIR REDEEMER!... OH, JUST LOOK AT THESE HUTS THAT THESE PRIESTS HAVE BUILT THEMSELVES. CHURCHES THEY CALL THEIR SWEETSMELLING CAVES! OH THIS COUNTERFEIT LIGHT! OH THIS MUSTY AIR! HERE, WHERE THE SOUL MAY NOT FLY UP TO ITS HEIGHT! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song, IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A LEAPING FOUNTAIN. IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE SONG OF A LOVER. SOMETHING UNQUENCHED, UNQUENCHABLE, IS IN ME, THAT WANTS TO SPEAK OUT. A CRAVING FOR LOVE IS IN ME, THAT ITSELF SPEAKS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE. LIGHT AM I: AH, THAT I WERE NIGHT! BUT THIS IS MY SOLITUDE, THAT I AM GIRDED ROUND WITH LIGHT.... I LIVE IN MY OWN LIGHT, I DRINK BACK INTO MYSELF THE FLAMES THAT BREAK FROM ME. I DO NOT KNOWTHE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING. IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING; IT IS MY ENVY THAT I SEE EXPECTANT EYES AND ILLUMINED NIGHTS OF DESIRE.... at energyenhancement.org

 

 

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