Osho Rajneesh Book "The True Sage"

The True Sage

True wisdom

19 October 1975 am in Buddha Hall

ONE DAY THE RABBI OF ZANS WAS STANDING AT THE WINDOW AND LOOKING OUT INTO THE STREET. SEEING A PASSER-BY, HE KNOCKED ON THE WINDOW PANE AND SIGNED TO THE MAN TO COME INTO THE HOUSE.

WHEN THE STRANGER ENTERED THE ROOM, RABBI HAYYIM ASKED HIM: – ’TELL ME, IF YOU FOUND A PURSE OF DUCATS, WOULD YOU RETURN IT TO ITS OWNER?’ ’RABBI,’ SAID THE MAN, ’IF I KNEW THE OWNER I SHOULD RETURN THE PURSE WITHOUGH A MOMENT’S DELAY.’ ’YOU ARE A FOOL,’ SAID THE RABBI OF ZANS.

THEN HE RESUMED HIS POSITION AT THE WINDOW, CALLED ANOTHER PASSER-BY, AND PUT THE SAME QUESTION TO HIM. ’I AM NOT SUCH A FOOL AS TO GIVE UP A PURSE FULL OF MONEY THAT HAS COME MY WAY,’ SAID THE MAN. ’YOU’RE A BAD LOT,’ SAID THE RABBI OF ZANS, AND CALLED IN A THIRD MAN.

HE REPLIED: – ’RABBI, HOW CAN I KNOW – ON WHAT RUNG I SHALL BE WHEN I FIND THE PURSE, OR WHETHER I SHALL SUCCEED IN FENDING OFF THE EVIL URGE? PERHAPS IT WILL GET THE BETTER OF ME, AND I SHALL APPROPRIATE WHAT BELONGS TO ANOTHER. BUT PERHAPS GOD, BLESSED BE HE, WILL HELP ME TO RIGHT IT, AND IN THAT CASE, I SHALL RETURN WHAT I HAVE FOUND TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER.’ ’THOSE ARE GOOD WORDS,’ CRIED THE ZADDICK. ’YOU ARE A TRUE SAGE.’

MAN is a machine. He is born, lives, loves, dies – but not as a man; he is born, lives, loves, dies just

like a machine. He is not conscious.

Everything happens; man is not the doer. He has no will of his own. But he believes that he is

the doer, he believes that he has a will-power, a will of his own. He believes that he IS. This is

the greatest stupidity possible, the base of all ignorance. Because of this belief, he never becomes

aware of the true situation.

Man, ordinarily, is only in two states: asleep, with closed eyes; and asleep, with open eyes. And

continuously, an undercurrent of dreaming goes on.

To say: ’I am’ is not true in the ordinary state of humanity, because there are many ’I’s’ within you.

You don’t have a single ’I’; you don’t have a single center of reference. One mood comes and goes;

another mood comes and goes. And with each mood, a separate ’I’ dominates you.

When you are angry, it is not the same ’I’ as it was when you were in love. A totally different

personality takes possession of you – and many times you have suspected. Many times you have

been angry and have said: ’In spite of me, I was angry.’ What do you mean when you say: ’In spite of

me?’ Then who was angry? You have suspected rightly that the ’I’ which you are ordinarily identified

with was not in power. Somebody else dominated you – a vagrant ’I’, a vagabond ’I’, an unusual ’I’.

Just a few days before, a sannyasin came to me. She was very happy that she had fallen in love and

that she had found a lover. She was ecstatic. And she asked if I would give her a Tantra technique

so that she could move into deeper orgasmic states of love.

I looked into her and I said: ’Wait for seven days. Next time you come, bring your lover with you.’

She came back after a week, but she said: ’We have quarreled and separated.’

So I asked: ’What about the Tantra technique? I am ready to give it to you.’

She said: ’But now I have no lover.’ And she was so sad and so depressed – and not even suspecting

what had happened.

When you fall in love, you believe that – you think something permanent has happened in your

being. When you are sad, then you believe that that is true. You are such a great believer. You never

suspect for a single moment that these are moods, and they pass just as clouds pass in the sky, and

they go on flowing just like a river flows.

Nothing is permanent in you. How can you say: ’I am’? That will be a falsity. To assert ’I am’ is to

say a lie. You cannot say that; you are many ’I’s ’. There are a thousand and one egos within you –

a crowd, a multiplicity. You are poly-psychic. You are just like a wheel. Think of a moving wheel of

a bullock cart: one spoke comes up; then it goes down. Another comes up; that too is on the way

down. And the wheel goes on moving. Every moment a different spoke comes up. You are like a

wheel – you go on moving. And many spokes are there which you call ’I’s’. When one ’I’ comes up,

you get identified with it.

When you are angry you don’t see that anger is like a cloud surrounding you. You become one with

it. The mood takes total possession of you; you are possessed by it. Then it is not good to say: ’I

am angry.’ It would be better to say: ’I am anger.’

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