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YAKUSAN: STRAIGHT TO THE POINT OF ENLIGHTENMENT

Chapter 2: There is no way to compare me with anybody

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Question 1
Maneesha has asked a question:
OUR BELOVED MASTER,
I HAVE HEARD YOU SAY THAT IF WE LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS -- THROUGH FEAR -- AT THE POINT OF DEATH WE RE-ENTER THE CIRCLE OF BIRTH AND DEATH.
IS WITNESSING ALL WE CAN DO AT THIS CRUCIAL MOMENT OR IS THERE ANY SPECIFIC TECHNIQUE?

Maneesha, there is nothing except witnessing, and witnessing is not a technique.
Witnessing is your nature, your very nature.
You are nothing but witnessing.
Witnessing is the purest consciousness.
And it is not only fear that makes you unconscious. Fear is only one element. When you are dying, it is not only fear that makes you unconscious; you already have too much unconsciousness -- fear only takes away the thin layer of consciousness. One-tenth is conscious, nine-tenths is unconscious. Fear takes away the thin layer of consciousness and you are drowned in your own unconsciousness. It is so deep. It does not come from outside.
In meditation, when you are witnessing, you are by and by, without your knowing it, dispelling unconsciousness. You are becoming more and more conscious. The thin layer of consciousness becomes thicker and thicker and thicker, and a moment comes when your whole being is full of consciousness. This is witnessing.
So when death comes, you witness death. When life was there, you witnessed life. It is nothing new: death is only an object, just as life was an object. If you have learned how to witness, there is no question of being afraid. You will be a witness in your death too.
And if you are a witness in your death, you will never be born again into any other prison of the body. You will not suffer nine months in a mother's womb, in deep darkness, completely encaged. You will not suffer coming out of the womb -- because the passage is very narrow and the child suffers immensely.
In fact, the scientists say that every child is born before his time; nine months are not enough for the child to become mature. At least eighteen months are needed, but eighteen months will kill the mother. In eighteen months the child will be so big, you will not believe it: the mother is bursting.
To save the life of the mother, nature balances in such a way that it cuts it to nine months, which is exactly when the child can come -- although it is difficult and painful, the passage is very narrow. That's why the human child is so helpless; no other animal's child is so helpless. For just a few days perhaps the animal mother looks after them, then they are on their own.
But a human child has to be looked after for twenty-five years until he comes with a Ph.D. from the university! Twenty-five years is one third of life, and even then there is no certainty that he is mature. Most of them are retarded. They may have a Ph.D. but a Ph.D. is nothing, it is a very clerical job. You just go on cutting pieces from different books and pasting them and soon you will have a doctorate, a Ph.D.
It is such a clerical job that I refused to do it.
After my postgraduation, when I was offered a scholarship for three years to do a doctorate, I refused.
My vice-chancellor called me. He said, "You are mad."
I said, "That's true. You know me. Why have you called me?"
He said, "Listen, for three years you are given the biggest scholarship we have in the university and all facilities -- residence, food, teachers to help you for your doctorate."
I said, "My understanding about doctorates is this -- because I have seen many doctorates in the library. All my teachers are doctors; I have seen their doctorates and I have told them all that it is a simple job. You need only scissors."
They said, "What?"
I said, "You go on cutting from different books and go on pasting and soon ... it won't take more than six months. Three years is a waste. In six months you can produce a new book out of fifty books."
The head of my department had a doctorate from Oxford. Obviously he had written it in English. He wanted it to be translated into Hindi and wanted it to be published. It was a beautiful book: THE NATURE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN HINDU PHILOSOPHY. He could not find the right person to translate it. For almost twenty years he had been looking. I was his student, and he told me, "I am tired of looking, but I think you can manage it. You will just have to devote to it at least one summer vacation -- two months."
I looked at his thesis and I said, "It won't take that long. I will translate it, but looking at your thesis I can say which passage has been taken from which book."
He said, "That you keep secret; you just translate it. You are not to bother which passage has come from which book. I know you can manage it, because you are living in the library the whole day. You know all the books that I have consulted."
I told him, "You have not consulted them, you have cut pieces. You needed only scissors and German glue!"
I translated his book. He was immensely happy. But I had marked on each passage "From this book, from this page to this page ...."
He said, "You have spoiled everything! I will have to have it typed by someone and I will have to cut all these references. Why did you do it?"
I said, "I know this passage is not yours, you have taken it from Badrayana." I had brought Badrayana, and I opened the page and I said, "Look! Word for word. You have been stealing."
He said, "That's true. It is difficult to argue with you."
So I told my vice-chancellor, "I don't want to do a clerical job. I would prefer to die than to be a clerk!"
He said, "Don't be angry at me; if you don't want to do it, don't do it." He said, "I have another offer for you. A commission of twelve students from all over India, who have come top this year in their universities, is going to visit Afghanistan. I have proposed your name, without asking you."
I said, "You have done absolutely wrong. You withdraw my name."
He said, "But why do you want to withdraw your name?"
I said, "You don't know, these names will reach to the politicians; they will have to approve them. My name can never be approved by the politicians."
Even in my university I was hitting the politicians right and left. Even the first prime minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, I was criticizing continually from the platform of the Students' Union of the university. He was Rajiv Gandhi's grandfather.
When he came to visit the university, he particularly asked the vice-chancellor, "Where is that young man who has been criticizing me continually on everything?"
The vice-chancellor called me. He said, "Nobody except you could be doing this. Why have you been criticizing him?"
I said, "I am ready to answer if he has any question to ask, or if he has any answer to give I am ready to criticize."
Pandit Jawaharlal looked at me. For a moment there was silence. He must have thought that if he criticizes me before everybody .... And he had read all my criticisms, because I was sending the university magazine every month to the prime minister with all my criticisms of his policies. So he was wise enough, he just hugged me.
I said, "Remember, this is not an argument!"
But we laughed. He understood the situation.
I told my vice-chancellor, "Take my name off the list."
He said: "I have already sent it and it will look very awkward."
I said, "Then it is up to you. I say to you that just to stop me, they can even cancel the whole commission." And that's what happened. The whole commission was dropped. Nobody was to go because they could not drop me alone and send the eleven others to Afghanistan to study, to see the country and its people and report to the government. The whole commission was canceled.
The vice-chancellor called me and he said, "You were right. You are always right!"

Maneesha, there is no technique as such. Your being, your consciousness, has to transform all the dark corners inside you. The light has to reach into every nook and corner.
That's what we call meditation.
Witnessing penetrates to every nook and corner -- slowly slowly, all darkness, all unconsciousness disappears. And if you die consciously, witnessing death, you are freed from the imprisonment of the birth and death circle. Then you can melt into the cosmic whole, into absolute silence, into great ecstasy. That is the only authentic religiousness.

It is time for Sardar Gurudayal Singh.

Duckworth Bird and Whitney Whacker find themselves sitting next to each other at the poolside of the Screwing Sands Hotel in Jamaica. Duckworth leans back in his beach chair, takes a long sip on his iced Pina Colada, and sighs, "Ah! Life is good!"
"Yes," replies Whitney, sipping on his Tequila Sunrise. "It is true."
"You know," says Duckworth, "I am here on my insurance money. I collected ten thousand dollars for fire damage."
"Me too!" exclaims Whitney. "But I got twenty thousand dollars for flood damage."
There is a long silence. Then Duckworth sits up straight in his chair, and turns to look at Whitney.
"Tell me something," says Duckworth. "How do you start a flood?"

Paddy and Seamus are having a beer in the pub, and are talking about Sean, their absent-minded friend.
"He's getting worse," says Paddy, shaking his head in dismay.
"Yes, I know what you mean," agrees Seamus. "Just last week he took his dog for a walk around the park and got lost."
"Well that's nothing," explains Paddy. "It was really embarrassing just last night in this pub. He started kissing a woman by mistake!"
"My God!" exclaims Seamus. "Did he think it was his wife?"
"No!" replies Paddy. "It was his wife!"

There is a loud clamor of screaming and the noise of smashing dishes coming from the Kowalski house. This goes on for fifteen minutes, when finally Kowalski comes storming out of the house.
"Ah, you'll be back!" screams Olga, standing in the doorway waving a teapot in the air. "How long do you think you will be able to stand happiness?"

Nivedano ...

(drumbeat)

(gibberish)

Nivedano ...

(drumbeat)

Be silent.
Close your eyes, and feel your body to be completely frozen. This is the right moment to look inwards.
Gather your life energy, collect your whole consciousness, and with an urgency as if this is the last moment of your life, go deeper and deeper like an arrow piercing to the very center of your being.
The deeper you move, the closer you are coming to yourself. The deeper you move, soon you will be facing your hidden buddha, your hidden witness.
At this moment you are the most blessed people on the earth. A great silence has descended upon you, and flowers of peace and the fragrance of love and the climate of compassion surrounds you.
You can see the buddha clearly.
It is your very being.
It is you.
Witness that the body is not you, the mind is not you, the astral body is not you. You are the buddha. You are the pure witness.
To make it clear, Nivedano ...

(drumbeat)

Relax ....
But go on witnessing whatever happens inside.
A great ecstasy may come to you, almost a feeling of drunkenness, and as you become settled in the witnessing, your body starts melting.
Gautama the Buddha Auditorium becomes an ocean of consciousness, without any ripples.
Collect as many flowers, as much fragrance, as much joy as you can contain -- the blissfulness, the benediction of this moment. And persuade the buddha. He has been hiding at the center for many many lives. The spring has come, now he has to come out. He has to become one with you, not only in the center but in your day-to-day ordinary activities.
Unless a buddha can sing a song with you and dance a dance, unless a buddha can participate in your very mundane affairs, you have not got it. But it is your very being, so you can pull him out; when Nivedano calls you back, hold his hand. I myself have brought him out by holding his neck! He will come with you.

Nivedano ...

(drumbeat)

Come back, but be silent, be graceful.
Sit for a few moments remembering the golden path you have traveled, remembering all the experiences at the center, and watch.
The shadow of the buddha is behind you.
Every day, inch by inch, the distance between you and your buddha is becoming less and less.
This is what I have called:
Straight to the point of enlightenment!

Okay, Maneesha?
Yes, Beloved Master.

 

 

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