The Art of Dying ~ 06

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event type discourse
date & time 16 Oct 1976 am
location Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Poona
language English
audio Available, duration 1h 13min. Quality: good.
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online text find the PDF of this discourse
shorttitle ART06
Reader of the questions: n/a; questions are being read by Osho himself.
Question 1 from Ma ? Pratima
Today at the lecture you extolled the virtues of Hasidism. But if they are so praiseworthy, so full of feeling of brotherhood, etc., why do they exclude women from their religious practices, and particularly their ecstatic religious dancing?
Question 2
Can't you do it for me? Can't you cut my head off? Because I can't drop it. I know that because I have tried.
Question 3
Listening to you I feel as if I am dying as if you are continuously pushing me farther away. You are my peak my everest so beautiful and so far away and yet incredibly close. Is there anything I can do to open myself to you?
Question 4
I love every time I hear you speak, but my favorite thing I ever heard you say was the other day when you asked us if we could hear you.
Question 5
You call the Hasidim a joyous, enlightened community, yet the Hasidism of modern New York appears to be so rigid, austere, dogmatic and contemptuous of both Hoyim and other Jews.
How did this transformation take place?
Question 6
Last night in the early morning I saw two dreams one after another. One, you were sitting in the room in complete silence. I entered the room very slowly, came closer and closer to you, bowed down, touched your feet. You placed your hands on my head. I felt very blissful, ecstatic, very, very light. Another: it was a beautiful room, very cool, soothing, blue-coloured. You were lying on the bed. Laxmi, some other disciples and myself were sitting there-very few disciples were there. Laxmi beckoned to me to come closer near your bed. You were indicating something not indicated before. Your fingers were making very different gestures. It looked as if you were giving your final message. I could even hear it very clearly and distinctly. It was, 'Drink me, eat me, breathe me. Don't leave me undrunk, uneaten, unbreathed.' And we all were weeping.
Question 7
Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn? Shall my heart become a tree, heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them? Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
Question 8
I was a sad child, a frightened adolescent, and an angry young man. Yet all my life I have felt deep within that everything was funny, absurd, ridiculous. When I was in the seminary some years ago, a friend told me that we have such a limited capacity for divine things that if God told us a joke, we would die laughing. I remember my friend's statement because since coming to Poona I have felt a great belly-laugh welling up inside of me. I feel that God has told me a joke, and the punch-line is slowly dawning on me. I am a little afraid that I will not catch it fully until I have left Poona in December, and then I will laugh so loud and hard that you will be able to hear me all the way from Texas. Please tell me, will I survive this joke? It is impossible to survive this joke.
Question 9
Osho, why do Jews have long noses?


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