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Chapter 27 - Harmony is your reality

If you can remember this simple thing, it will happen more often, it will happen more deeply, it will happen in new forms, in new riches, in new colors, with new significance, with deeper meanings, with higher flights.

But it will always happen. It will not be your doing. Question 2

BELOVED OSHO,

THIS MORNING BEFORE DISCOURSE STARTED, SITTING ON THE MARBLE, I FELT AS IF WE WERE ONE MOUTH SINGING, ONE HEART BEATING, ONE

BREATH BREATHING. I FELT SO MUCH LOVE IN MY BEING, AS IF WE WERE ALL

ONE BEING. I FEEL LIKE GIVING A LOT; I FEEL AS IF I AM TAKING SO MUCH

FROM EVERYWHERE, AND MY BEING WANTS TO BE USEFUL FOR DEVELOPING

ETERNAL LOVE. I HAVE THE FEELING WE ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER'S HANDS

AND STARTING TO FLOWER ALL TOGETHER IN THE SPRING. AM I JUST A DREAMER, BELOVED OSHO?

Amrito, Friedrich Nietzsche in one of his statements says, "The greatest calamity will fall on humanity the day all the dreamers disappear." The whole evolution of man is because man has dreamt about it. What was a dream yesterday, today is a reality, and what is a dream today can become a reality tomorrow.

All the poets are dreamers, all the musicians are dreamers, all the mystics are

dreamers. In fact, creativity is a by-product of dreaming.

But these dreams are not the dreams that Sigmund Freud analyzes. So you have to make a distinction between the dream of a poet, the dream of a sculptor, the dream of an architect, the dream of a mystic, the dream of a dancer -- and the dreams of a sick mind.

It is very unfortunate that Sigmund Freud never bothered about the great dreamers who are the foundation of the whole of human evolution. He came across only the psychologically sick people, and because his whole life's experience was to analyze the dreams of psychopaths, the very word "dreaming" became condemned. The madman dreams, but his dream is going to be destructive of himself. The creative man also dreams, but his dream is going to enrich the world.

I am reminded of Michelangelo. He was passing through the market where all kinds of marble was available, and he saw a beautiful rock, so he enquired about it.

The owner said, "If you want that rock you can take it for free because it has just been lying around taking up space. And for twelve years, nobody has even enquired about it; I also don't see that there is any potential in that rock."

Michelangelo took the rock, worked on it for almost the whole year, and made perhaps the most beautiful statue that has ever existed. Just a few years ago, a madman destroyed it. It was in the Vatican; it was a statue of Jesus Christ after he was taken down from the cross, and is lying dead in his mother Mary's lap.

Osho - The Hidden Splendor 272

  

 

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