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God was inhaling -- so the man was inhaled... he disappeared in space. He became very afraid... what had happened? For a moment he could not believe where he was... completely stoned. And then God exhaled. He came out and he ran away, mm? (laughter)
Again he started searching. Then he came to a great seer and he said, 'I have been searching for my whole life. Where is God? I have travelled almost the whole world.' The sage said, 'Have you had any such experience?' The man said, 'Yes, I have come directly from one. For a single moment I disappeared into emptiness -- as if somebody had inhaled me into somewhere. And then he exhaled and I ran away, because if he inhales again, who knows if I will come out of it or not?'
And the sage said, 'You have missed. That was the nose. You were so close. Now seek and search for that point again. You may not find it in the exact place because God is continuously moving. So now the nose may be somewhere else.'
But Vipassana is how one comes near the nose of God. It is the technique to find the nose of God. So simply watch, mm? And if some day you suddenly find that you are being inhaled, allow it... don't get scared. It is exactly as it is in the story. One is simply sucked into somewhere in the unknown, and thrown out again.
But that becomes a rebirth. Then [you are] gone and somebody else comes out.
Be Realistic: Plan for a Miracle
Chapter #17
Chapter title: None
1 April 1976 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7604015
ShortTitle: PLAN17
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[A sannyasin said that she was feeling sad because she had separated from her man recently, and she found it difficult to stop thinking of him.]
Sadness can become a very very enriching experience. You have to work on it. It is easy to escape from your sadness -- and all relationships ordinarily are escapes; one simply goes on avoiding it. And it is always there underneath... the current continues. Even in relationship it erupts many times. Then one tends to throw the responsibility on the other, but it is not the real thing. It is your loneliness, your own sadness.
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