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again, he goes upstairs to his suite, opens the door and suddenly sees two beautiful naked women are lying in his bed, waving little flags, shouting ecstatically at him, "Elvis, Elvis!"
Immediately, jumping out of his clothes, he starts singing, "You ain't nothing but a hound-dog..."
Your unconscious is always there, so powerful that if it gets any chance -- pope or no pope -- the unconscious will be the winner. You have to make your consciousness so strong that the unconscious slowly, slowly becomes weaker and finally dies. That's the meaning of the enlightened man: one whose unconsciousness has disappeared, whose whole being is full of consciousness.
Whatever I am saying, it is my absolutely clear vision that the world is very close to its end. Don't giggle it away. Don't find rationalizations; they won't help.
There is no time to waste in any unconscious consolations. An immediate transformation is absolutely needed; it is an urgency which man has never faced before. In a way, you are unfortunate that soon there will be no future. In another way, you are very fortunate because this crisis is so big -- perhaps it may help you to wake up.
Question 3
BELOVED OSHO,
OFTEN, WHEN I COME TO SEE YOU I WANT SOME KIND OF RECOGNITION: A SIGN THAT YOU SEE ME, THAT YOU KNOW I EXIST -- A LOOK, A HAND GESTURE, PERHAPS TO ANSWER A QUESTION. YOU NEVER RESPOND TO THIS. FEELING THE TENSION AND PAIN THIS LONGING CAUSES IN ME, I CRY AND THEN RELAX. AN OPENING IS THERE AND YOU LOOK MY WAY. OSHO, MUST I ALWAYS GO THROUGH THIS WAY OF PAIN AND TEARS TO REACH MY INNER BEING? I AM JEWISH BY CONDITIONING -- COULD THAT BE PART OF IT?
Prem Indivar, that explains everything -- that you are Jewish by conditioning. But your question may be the question of many others.
You say, "Often when I come to see You I want some kind of recognition." This is one of the sicknesses of our souls. The whole existence recognizes you -- the birds by their songs, the trees by their flowers, the sun by its rays, the moon by its beauty -- they are all recognizing you. Just you have forgotten. You want recognition in a human way; perhaps in language.
Existence
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