davidrodgersart (07) NOW COMES THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF MY EMAIL THE ACTUAL PART: You all suggest or ask that am I mad, crazy etc? Oh yes I am. I am a madman. Remember when Jesus was asked who will enter the kingdom of GOD. He had replied only those who have become child like. But remember not children but child like. A child is yet vulnerable. When a grown up or old becomes child like the circle is complete. His child likeness is qualitatively different and invulnerable. Similarly a person who cant handle mind becomes mad. And you all are mad to certain degrees. But a person who has transcended mind or become no mind also appears like mad. But his madness is qualitatively different. Yes I am divinely MAD. And the real answer to all your questions begins now: God is mad. If you are ready to be a little mad, only then is there any possibility of any contact between you and the infinite. It has to be so. When the whole ocean drops into a drop, the drop is going to get crazy. When the infinite descends into the finite, how can the finite remain sane? It has to go mad. The old mystics have always called it THE DIVINE MADNESS All meditation is an approach towards divine madness. Stake all human sanity. It is better to be mad in a divine way than to be sane in a human way. I am crazy. ------Osho And why to write more? Instead I will Quote Kahlil Gibrans Madman. I still shiver and tears flow through my eyes when I read it, though many years have passed by since I first read it. I don’t know how even before my birth Khalil Gibran could capture the Madman or write about me or classes of Madman so perfectly well. Gibran wasn’t enlightened but still he managed to capture it, is itself a beauty. This is the reason we say Koran or Vedas or scriptures weren’t written but they came, they descended!!!! And what Gibran has written is far valuable and better than thousands of scriptures, the burden of which you carry. Yes, I am the madman he is talking about. The Madman By Kahlil Gibran You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves. Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, He is a madman. I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks. Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief. God In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more. But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away. And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all. And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away. And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom. And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away. And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and gain spoke unto God, saying, My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun. Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me. And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also. My Friend My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The I in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do--for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action. When thou sayest, The wind bloweth eastward, I say, Aye it doth blow eastward; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea. Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone. When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone. When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, My companion, my comrade, and I call back to thee, My comrade, my companion—for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone. Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone. My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone. My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand. THINK, FEEL AND DRINK THIS NECTAR! Thanks, Love and Regards
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 00:31:00 +0000
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