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(TEARS) Good!

How long will you be staying?

LINO (TEARFULLY): AS LONG AS PO-PO-POSSIBLE!

You will not be able to leave! This is not the way of a person who can leave!

LINO: OHHH!

You are finished! (chuckles) Come closer to me... just the last touch!

Good, so you have arrived! It is beautiful.

Even Bein' Gawd Ain't A Bed of Roses

Chapter #5

Chapter title: None

5 October 1979 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium

Archive code: 7910055

ShortTitle: GAWD05

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OSHO (TO MANFRED): Peace cannot be cultivated from the outside, it has to grow within you. It has to be your fragrance; not your character, but your conscience. One can become a man of peace by cultivating a certain character, by imposing a certain discipline, but deep down there will be turmoil, and all that is repressed will wait to take revenge.

If something is cultivated from the outside it always divides you into two. Then the outer and the inner are always in conflict; that is the root cause of all schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is not a disease that happens to a few unfortunate people, it is almost the normal state of humankind. And the reason is that we have been told to cultivate good qualities: virtue, peace, love -- but all these things are impossible to cultivate, you can only pretend. You will be phony, and to be phony is to be in hell, to be phony is to be as far away from God as possible.

Hence I give you the name, Dhyan Manfred. The peace has to arise out of deep meditation. You are not to bring it, it has to happen to you. And if you can be meditative, if you can learn how to be silent, without thoughts, then peace is a natural atmosphere around you. It is a climate that follows you wherever you go. It becomes your shadow.

ANAND LESLIE, A DWELLER NEAR THE FORT OF BLISS.

OSHO: Without bliss one is like a boat without anchor or course, tossed about on the ocean of life. Without bliss a man is almost without any shelter. Without bliss a man is accidental, driftwood. Without bliss a man lives a life of unrootedness. Without bliss a man is without light,

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