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said that the master lived for thirty years more. The beggar was almost fifty years old, so maybe he was going to live for eighty years; the master lived for thirty years more.
Love is a miracle. Your mother must have loved you tremendously. So be happy -- to find such a mother is rare. And to find the mother back in your own child is very rare. Now respect her, and don't be worried about it -- nothing is wrong in it. In fact through this incident, a great mystery is revealed to you -- that nobody dies, and that love is higher than life and death, and that love can control even life and death.
Love is supreme. Love is the very stuff that the universe is made of.
[The Sahaj group is at darshan. One member says: I feel I'm sick of groups and of analysing myself. I came here with [my boyfriend]. We're both doing groups and we're both sick.... It just doesn't feel so good.]
Then don't do groups! You just have to look at one thing. First, if the group was both good and bad, then it was really good, because a true group is bound to be both -- good and bad. If a group is simply good, there must be something false in it, because then where will the bad go? The group has to be both the day and the night, happy moments and sad moments. It has to be very contradictory, then it is true.
Truth is a contradiction. Only lies are very consistent and never contradictory.
So if you say that it was good sometimes and bad sometimes, then I say it was really good, because that's how a true group should be. If it were all sweet, then no growth would be possible through it.
And therapy is a growth. The word 'therapy' comes from a greek root which means assistance -- 'therapsis'.
The group is just an assistance to you so that you can see your whole being. It is good and bad both. The group is just like a mirror -- it simply shows your face. And if you say that you are sick of groups, you may be sick of yourself -- because a group is nothing... it is just a mirror.
If somebody says, 'I am sick of the mirror,' what is the meaning of it? The meaning is simply that he is sick of his face. You wanted it to be always beautiful --
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