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were simply poking fun at him, saying, "Look, this is the crowned one, the Christ!" But they were utter fools; hence Christ prayed for them in the last moment of his life. He prayed to God: "Forgive them for they know not what they are doing," because he was the crowned one. But the world has always behaved in that way with the crowned ones. The world has forced them to carry their own crosses. The world does not forgive the crowned ones, it cannot, because in their presence it feels very much humiliated.
So every sannyasin has to be aware of the fact that there will be difficulties in the world. But don't be deterred by anything, because even if all is lost, nothing is lost. If you can know yourself you have known that which is worth knowing. If you can be yourself you have attained that which is worth attaining. All else is non-essential.
(Meditation is witnessing the mind, or to put it another way for Dhyan Caterina, it is a state of no-mind, Osho explained.)
Mind is unawareness. Its functioning is unconscious, hence the moment you start becoming aware the mind starts melting. Awareness functions with the mind just as the sun functions with ice as the sun rises the ice starts melting. As you become aware, a certain heat is created in you and that heat dissolves the minds evaporates the mind.
And Caterina means spotless purity. That is the ultimate outcome of awareness. Caterina also means beauty, grace, devotion. They are all by-products of awareness.
The beauty of the body is nothing much it is not even skin deep. The real beauty haq to be of the soul, it has to be of the inner. It has to be something not tethered to the physical because the body is going to die and with the body the beauty of the body will disappear.
We have to create a beauty that can transcend death -- and it is within our reach. All that is needed is the magic of awareness, the magic I call meditation. And when there is inner beauty there is grace; whatsoever you do, there is grace in it. You start having a golden touch, whatsoever you touch becomes golden. The mundane starts becoming the sacred, the ordinary starts becoming luminous, even darkness
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