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they are begging for it -- to be given just a little more misery. It is misery that is keeping them together; at least that's what they think.
When something slips out of their hold, a window opens and suddenly there is sunshine, they cannot believe it. They immediately close the window. If they cannot close it, they start feeling guilty about what others will say. Everybody is suffering and they are standing and looking at the sun and sand and sea.... That's why saints down the ages have been very very sad-looking.
So drop that idea completely; it has nothing to do with you. And you can be helpful, you are in a space from where some help is possible. This will be the sanest thing to advise -- to take your sister out of the family atmosphere. And just give her the idea that if sometime she feels like coming, she can come here; then it will be very easy. Nothing to worry about. Good!
[A sannyasin teenager says she sees herself setting up a stage and just performing for others. She's often lonely and wonders why. Men are attracted to her but afraid of her. She is too much of an iceberg to approach men, even when invited.]
Right! You don't give permission to yourself to be happy! You are too proud in your misery... and happiness makes one humble. So anybody who wants to be very very proud has to remain miserable because he cannot bow down to happiness, he cannot open to happiness. He has always to be on the top: inaccessible, unapproachable, Impossible. But then you will suffer very much, and unnecessarily. That s why people around you will feel that you are too sure of yourself. And men particularly don't like that. They are very egoistic themselves. They don't like a proud woman; they like a baby. They don't want a grown-up woman who is very sure of herself. Then where will they be? Then they become unsure. They like a woman who will be like a creeper around them, depending on them, depending on their support, who will follow them like a shadow. And women have learned that trick.
The more clever a woman is, the more she pretends to the man that she is just a creeper; without you she is nobody. You are her surety, you are her security,
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