Osho Rajneesh Book "From Sex to Superconsciousness"

From Sex to Superconsciousness

From repression to emancipation
28 September 1968 pm in Gowalior Tank Maidan

Early one morning, before sunrise, a fisherman went to a river. On the bank he felt something

underfoot, and found it to be a small sack of stones. He picked up the sack, and putting his net

aside, squatted on the bank to await the sunrise. He was waiting for dawn to break in order to start

his day’s work. Lazily he picked a stone out of the bag and threw it into the water. Then he cast

another stone and then another. In the absence of anything else to do, he kept tossing the stones

into the water, one by one.

Slowly the sun rose and it became light. By that time he had thrown all the stones away except one;

the last stone lay in his palm. His heart almost failed him when he saw, by daylight, what he held in

his hand. It was a gem! In the darkness, he had thrown a whole sack of them away! What had he

lost unknowingly! Full of remorse, he cursed himself. He sobbed and cried, almost out of his mind

with grief.

He had accidentally stumbled upon enough wealth to enrich his life many times over, but

unknowingly, and in the darkness, he had lost it. Yet in a way he was fortunate: still one gem

was left; the light had dawned before he had thrown it away too. Generally, most people are not

even that fortunate.

There is darkness all around and time is fleeting. The sun has not yet risen and we have already

wasted all life’s precious gems. Life is a vast treasure trove, and man does nothing with it but throw

it away. By the time we have realized the importance of life, we have whiled it away. The secret, the

mystery, the bliss, the deliverance, heaven – all is lost. And one’s life is spent.

CHAPTER 2. FROM REPRESSION TO EMANCIPATION

In the next few days I intend to speak on the treasures of life. But it is difficult to enlighten people

who treat life like a sack of stones. People are annoyed if you draw their attention to the fact that

the very things they are throwing away are jewels, not stones. They flare up, not because what has

been said is incorrect but because they have been shown their own folly, because they are reminded

of what they have lost. Their egos step in; they get angry.

Even with what has been lost up to now; even if the life that is left is short; even if only one stone is

left, your life can still be salvaged. It is never too late to learn. Help is still possible and, especially in

the search for truth, it is never too late. There is still reason to feel confident.

But out of our ignorance and in the darkness, we have taken for granted that the sack of life is filled

with nothing but stones. The faint of heart simply accept defeat before they make any effort to search

for the truth.

To begin with, I want to warn against the pitfalls of fatalism, against this delusion of certain defeat.

Life is not a pile of sand and stones; if you have the right eyes to see it, there is much that is good in

life. In life you will find the ladder to reach God.

Within this body of blood, flesh and bones, something or someone aloof from these things exists.

It has nothing to do with flesh, blood or bones; it is immortal. It has neither beginning nor end.

Formless, it is at the core of each one of us. From the darkness of your ignorance, I urge you, yearn

for that imperishable flame!

But the immortal flame is disguised by the smoke of mortality, and so we cannot see the light. We

encounter the smoke and step back. Those who are a bit more courageous search a little, but only

in the smoke, and so they cannot reach the flame, the source of illumination, either.

How can we make this voyage to the flame beyond the smoke – to the self within the body? How

can we realize the Overself, the Universal? How can we come to know that which is camouflaged

by nature, that which is hidden in nature?

I shall talk about it in three stages.

In the first place, we have smothered ourselves with such prejudices, inflated ideas and phony

philosophies that we have deprived ourselves of the ability to see the naked truth. Without knowing,

without searching, without any curiosity, we have ready-made hypotheses about life. For thousands

of years we have been taught that life is meaningless, that it is useless and miserable. We have

been hypnotized into believing that our existence is useless, purposeless, full of sorrow; that life

is to be despised, to be by-passed. This constant repetition keeps tightening the stranglehold that

is smothering us, so now we feel that life is nothing more than a big noise, a big din, a hotbed of

misery.

It is only because of this contempt for life that all joy and love have been lost to man. Man is now

just a formless lump; he is a turbulent sea of sorrow. And it’s not at all astonishing that, because of

these misconceptions, man has stopped trying to reflect upon himself. Why try to search for beauty

in an ugly lump? And when one firmly believes that life is simply meant to be thrown away, to be

rejected, then what sense is there in trying to acknowledge it, in trying to cleanse it and to beautify

it? The whole effort seems futile.

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