Osho, WHY DO YOU CALL YOURSELF GOD? – continuare
Posted by Adi pe Iulie 8, 2012
The indian term for God, Bhagwan, is even better than God. That word is tremendously meaningful. It simply means ‘the blessed one’, nothing else. Bhagwan means ‘the blessed one’ – one who is fortunate enough to recognise his own being.
It has no Christian associations. When you say ‘god’, it seems as if I have created the world. I deny all responsibility! I have not created this world. I am not that much a fool. The Christian idea of God is one who has created the world. Bhagwan is totally different. It has nothing to do with creating the world. It simply says one who has recognised himself as divine. In that recognition is benediction. In that recognition is blessing. He has become the blessed one.
Calling myself Bhagwan, I would like simply to say to you to gather courage, reclaim your wings… the whole sky is yours. But without wings it is not yours. Reclaim your wings and don’t allow anybody to condemn you. Respect yourself! If you cannot respect yourself, you cannot respect anybody else. When you respect yourself, a great respect arises. Then you respect the tree, the rock, the man, the woman, the sky, the sun, the moon, the stars. But those ripples of respect arise only when you have started respecting yourself. That is the meaning of Bhagwan – when you have no discontent, when each moment of your life is a fulfillment… when you don’t desire anything in the future; your present is so full, overflowing… when there is no hankering.
That’s why we call Buddha Bhagwan. He has denied cosmology. Christians become very puzzled when Buddha says the world is an illusion, the creator is an illusion. Then why do Buddhists call him Bhagwan?
Our meaning of Bhagwan is totally different. We call him Buddha, Bhagwan, because he has now no more desires. He is contented. He is happy and at home. He has come home – that is his blessedness. Now there is no conflict between him and existence. He has fallen in accord, in harmonia. Now he and the whole are not two separate things. They vibrate in the same way. He has become part of the orchestra of the whole. And by becoming a part of this great orchestra of stars and trees and flowers and winds and clouds and seas and sands, he has become blessed – we call him Bhagwan.
Nietzsche says God is not, God is dead, because if God is, then you have to accept Buddha, you have to accept Jesus, you have to accept Krishna, Lao Tzu, Zarathustra. They are like rainbows… bridges between the known and the unknown. But you have to raise your eyes towards the sky.
If you look down into the earth and you go on digging there (for fossils:>), you cannot look at the rainbows. If you deny the existence of sky itself and somebody says, ‘Look up!’ you will say, ‘Where? There is no up.’ And if somebody says, ‘I am seeing a beautiful rainbow in the sky,’ you will say, ‘You must be hallucinating, you must be in a delusion. What are you talking about? There is no sky, so there is no possibility for any rainbow.’
By denying God, we deny all possibilities of all rainbows. But then man becomes stuck. Then you are not going anywhere, then you are a stagnant pool… just waiting to die. For a materialist there is nothing else – just waiting to die. His life becomes a tremendous burden, anguish.
Jean-Paul Sartre calls man a useless passion. If there is no god, he is right. If there is no god, then why are you existing, for what? If you cannot become God, then what is the point of it all? Why go on existing and why go on carrying this anguish, angst, this anxiety, this tense life? Why? Why continue this nightmare? Why not drop out of it?
In one of Dostoevsky’s great novels, ‘Brothers Karamazov’, one character says to God, ‘If I ever meet you, I want to give back this ticket that you gave me to enter into the world. Take it back! I don’t want to be here; it is so pointless.’
Jean-Paul Sartre is right. If there is no god then existence is meaningless. Then it is just a tale told by an idiot, full of fury and noise, signifying nothing. Then it is a madhouse.
With God, with the very concept of God, things start falling in line. Then it is not just a tale told by an idiot; then life has meaning. The meaning comes from the beyond. The meaning always comes from the transcendental. The meaning is always surpassing that which is. If you deny all future possibilities, then meaning disappears, then life is futile.
I call myself God because I would like to introduce you to a life of passionate meaning, full of meaning… a life of significance, grandeur, beauty, truth. With God, everything becomes possible.
A man without God is not a man at all. He resembles man, but he is not a man because he has no transcending meaning in him. He is like a tree without flowers. The tree exists in a futile way, no fulfillment. Unless flowers bloom and the fragrance is released to the winds, the tree exists in vain. You can go and listen deeply; you will find it crying and weeping. Deep in its heart you will find pain. When flowers come to a tree, poetry has started happening, something transcendental.
Can you ever imagine flowers by looking at the roots? If you have never seen any flowers and I bring the roots of a beautiful flowering bush and show you the roots, can you imagine that flowers are possible from looking at ugly roots? You will simply deny. But hidden in these roots are flowers.
Somebody is needed to nourish these roots, to protect these roots, to water these roots, to give them light and shade and sun and wind and rains, and one needs to be tremendously trusting that something is going to happen, because long will be the awaiting. Then one day just a miracle happens – the tree is blooming. You cannot believe your eyes. How did those ugly roots get so transfigured? so transformed? How have those ugly roots become such beautiful roses? Impossible. Illogical. It should not really happen. It goes against all reasoning. But it is so.
If you exist without God, you are a tree without flowers, a rosebush without roses. And what is a rosebush without roses? Just thorns…