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A GOD THAT CAN DANCE

Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator

 

 

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BELOVED OSHO,

OF THE WAY OF THE CREATOR.

MY BROTHER, DO YOU WANT TO GO APART AND BE ALONE? DO YOU WANT TO SEEK THE

WAY TO YOURSELF? PAUSE JUST A MOMENT AND LISTEN TO ME.

‘HE WHO SEEKS MAY EASILY GET LOST HIMSELF. IT IS A CRIME TO GO APART AND BE

ALONE’ – THUS SPEAKS THE HERD.

THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE

NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE, YOU AND I’, IT WILL BE A LAMENT AND A GRIEF.

FOR SEE, IT IS STILL THIS SAME CONSCIENCE THAT CAUSES YOUR GRIEF: AND THE LAST

GLIMMER OF THIS CONSCIENCE STILL GLOWS IN YOUR AFFLICTION.

BUT YOU WANT TO GO THE WAY OF YOUR AFFLICTION, WHICH IS THE WAY TO YOURSELF?

IF SO, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR IT AND YOUR RIGHT TO IT!

ARE YOU A NEW STRENGTH AND A NEW RIGHT? A FIRST MOTION? A SELF-PROPELLING

WHEEL? CAN YOU ALSO COMPEL STARS TO REVOLVE ABOUT YOU?

ALAS, THERE IS SO MUCH LUSTING FOR EMINENCE! THERE IS SO MUCH CONVULSION OF

THE AMBITIOUS!...

ALAS, THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT IDEAS THAT DO NO MORE THAN A BELLOWS: THEY

INFLATE AND MAKE EMPTIER.

DO YOU CALL YOURSELF FREE? I WANT TO HEAR YOUR RULING IDEA, AND NOT THAT YOU

HAVE ESCAPED FROM A YOKE.

ARE YOU SUCH A MAN AS OUGHT TO ESCAPE A YOKE? THERE ARE MANY WHO THREW

OFF THEIR FINAL WORTH WHEN THEY THREW OFF THEIR BONDAGE.

FREE FROM WHAT? ZARATHUSTRA DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THAT! BUT YOUR EYE SHOULD

CLEARLY TELL ME: FREE FOR WHAT?

CAN YOU FURNISH YOURSELF WITH YOUR OWN GOOD AND EVIL AND HANG UP YOUR OWN

WILL ABOVE YOURSELF AS A LAW? CAN YOU BE JUDGE OF YOURSELF AND AVENGER OF

YOUR LAW?

IT IS TERRIBLE TO BE ALONE WITH THE JUDGE AND AVENGER OF ONE’S OWN LAW. IT IS

TO BE LIKE A STAR THROWN FORTH INTO EMPTY SPACE AND INTO THE ICY BREATH OF

SOLITUDE.

TODAY YOU STILL SUFFER FROM THE MANY, O MAN SET APART: TODAY YOU STILL HAVE

YOUR COURAGE WHOLE AND YOUR HOPES.

BUT ONE DAY SOLITUDE WILL MAKE YOU WEARY, ONE DAY YOUR PRIDE WILL BEND AND

YOUR COURAGE BREAK. ONE DAY YOU WILL CRY: ‘I AM ALONE!’

ONE DAY YOU WILL NO LONGER SEE WHAT IS EXALTED IN YOU; AND WHAT IS BASE IN YOU,

YOU WILL SEE ALL TOO CLOSELY; YOUR SUBLIMITY ITSELF WILL MAKE YOU AFRAID, AS IF

IT WERE A PHANTOM. ONE DAY YOU WILL CRY: ‘EVERYTHING IS FALSE!’

THERE ARE EMOTIONS THAT SEEK TO KILL THE SOLITARY; IF THEY DO NOT SUCCEED,

WELL, THEY MUST DIE THEMSELVES! BUT ARE YOU CAPABLE OF BEING A MURDERER?...

YOU COMPEL MANY TO CHANGE THEIR OPINION ABOUT YOU; THEY HOLD THAT VERY

MUCH AGAINST YOU. YOU APPROACHED THEM AND YET WENT ON PAST THEM: THAT THEY

WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.

YOU GO ABOVE AND BEYOND THEM: BUT THE HIGHER YOU CLIMB, THE SMALLER YOU

APPEAR TO THE EYE OF ENVY. AND HE WHO FLIES IS HATED MOST OF ALL....

AND BE ON YOUR GUARD AGAINST THE GOOD AND JUST! THEY WOULD LIKE TO CRUCIFY

THOSE WHO DEVISE THEIR OWN VIRTUE – THEY HATE THE SOLITARY.

BE ON YOUR GUARD, TOO, AGAINST HOLY SIMPLICITY! EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT SIMPLE

IS UNHOLY TO IT: AND IT, TOO, LIKES TO PLAY WITH FIRE – IN THIS CASE, THE FIRE OF THE

STAKE.

AND BE ON YOUR GUARD, TOO, AGAINST THE ASSAULTS YOUR LOVE MAKES UPON YOU!

THE SOLITARY EXTENDS HIS HAND TOO QUICKLY TO ANYONE HE MEETS.

TO MANY MEN, YOU OUGHT NOT TO GIVE YOUR HAND, BUT ONLY YOUR PAW: AND I

SHOULD LIKE IT IF YOUR PAW HAD CLAWS, TOO....

YOU MUST BE READY TO BURN YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN FLAME: HOW COULD YOU

BECOME NEW, IF YOU HAD NOT FIRST BECOME ASHES?...

GO APART AND BE ALONE WITH MY TEARS, MY BROTHER. I LOVE HIM WHO WANTS TO

CREATE BEYOND HIMSELF, AND THUS PERISHES.

... THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA.

CREATIVITY IS PERHAPS the only existential religion. The moments of creativity are the moments

when you are one with the universe. In a way you are lost, you are no more your old ego; in another

way you have found yourself for the first time.

Only the creator knows the depths of life and the heights of love. Those who do not know the

dimension of creativity remain unaware of what true religion is. True religion is not worship. True

religion is not contained in the scriptures. True religion consists only of one thing: when you

participate with the creator, howsoever small your participation may be. It has a significance,

because only you can do it, and nobody else can do it.

God is not a person somewhere – God is only a collective name of the whole creative energy of the

universe. The moment you are creative you are part of it, and the people who are not creative remain

separate from the flow of existence. And the people who are destructive are not only separate, but

they are against existence. They are the real sinners.

The only virtue worth calling virtue is creativity. What you create does not matter, but it should

enhance life, beautify existence, make living more joyous, the song a little more juicy, the love a little

more glorious – and the life of a creator starts becoming part of eternity and immortality.

Zarathustra is talking about the way of the creator. Millions of people live, but they don’t create

anything. And it is one of the fundamentals of life that unless you create – it may be a painting, a

song, a dance – you cannot be blissful, you will remain in misery. Only creativity brings to you your

dignity. It helps you to blossom in your fullness.

MY BROTHER, DO YOU WANT TO GO APART AND BE ALONE? The creator cannot be part of the

crowd. The creator has to learn to be alone, to go apart, to learn the beauty of solitude, because

only in that space your potential starts changing into actuality.

DO YOU WANT TO SEEK THE WAY TO YOURSELF? The way of the creator ultimately leads you

to yourself, because you are going away from the crowd, away from the mass – you are going into

aloneness.

A painter is absolutely alone in his vision.

A dancer is absolutely alone in his dance.

One of the great dancers, Nijinsky, was asked once, ”You dance before big audiences – don’t you

feel nervous?” He said, ”As far as I am concerned, I feel nervous, but only to the point before the

dance starts. Once I am in my dance I am absolutely alone, there is nobody else. Not only do others

disappear, a moment comes sometimes, and that is the greatest moment, when I myself disappear

– only the dance remains.”

This has been observed about Nijinsky, by scientists, that there were some moments when he would

jump so high that it was not physically possible, because of gravitation. And more amazing was the

part when he would come down: he would come down so slowly – just as if a leaf is falling slowly

towards the earth; there is no hurry. That, too, gravitation does not allow: gravitation pulls things

forcibly.

He was asked about this and he said, ”It is a mystery to me. Whenever I try, it never happens,

because I am there. Perhaps I am the weight on which gravity works. When I forget myself

completely, suddenly it is there – I am just a watcher as you are a watcher, full of wonder. I don’t

know how it happens.”

Perhaps the ego is the heaviest thing in you. In the moment when Nijinsky felt that he himself had

disappeared – only the dance was there, the dancer no more – he touched on the same experience

as Zarathustra or Gautam Buddha or Lao Tzu, but from a very different dimension. His dance

became a mystic experience.

PAUSE JUST A MOMENT AND LISTEN TO ME.

‘HE WHO SEEKS MAY EASILY GET LOST HIMSELF. IT IS A CRIME TO GO APART AND BE

ALONE’ – THUS SPEAKS THE HERD.

The crowd hates those people who want to be individuals, who want their own way, who want their

own style of life. The herd wants you to be just one of them. Your separation reminds them of their

inferiority, and it is not surprising that the herd has always been against the individual.

Jesus was not crucified because he was saying anything against Judaism. He was born a Jew, he

lived a Jew, he died a Jew, and all that he was saying was contained in the Jewish scriptures. There

is not a single thing that can be pointed to as being against Judaism. Why did this young man have

to be crucified? What was his crime?

His crime was that he was going alone; he was establishing himself as an individual; he was not

following the crowd; he had made his own footpath. He was not on the superhighway with everybody,

behaving in the same way, talking about the same things, living the same life.

There is a very clear-cut psychology behind it: All those who suffer from inferiority want to be with

people who are the same as they are; then they can forget their inferiority. But anybody who does

not suffer from inferiority stands alone, needs no coziness of the crowd, no support of the people,

finds himself ”enough unto himself” – becomes a dangerous reminder that you are hollow within

yourself and you are trying somehow to lose yourself in the crowd.

The herd is going to say to any creator, ”He who seeks may easily get lost himself. Don’t move away

from the crowd.”

THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE

NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE, YOU AND I’, IT WILL BE A LAMENT AND A GRIEF. The

creator has to depart.

One great Dutch painter, van Gogh, wanted to be a painter. He belonged to a poor family. The family

said, ”We cannot afford it.” The father worked in a coal mine. But van Gogh was absolutely certain

that that was his destiny; it was not a question of affording or not affording – he was going to be a

painter. The family renounced him. His younger brother would pay him just enough for seven days,

every Sunday, to eat and to find a shelter. Three days he would fast, and four days he would eat.

He had to fast three days to purchase paints, canvasses, for his paintings.

His paintings were so ahead of time – the genius is always ahead of time – that in his whole life

not a single painting was sold. Now only two hundred paintings have survived, and each painting is

worth more than one million dollars – and the man lived in utter poverty, just like a beggar.

His brother thought that he must be suffering deeply a great pain and agony, that nobody

understands his painting. People laughed at his paintings. He was a new beginning in the world of

paintings – a pioneer. And the pioneer is always laughed at; a creator who is not repeating the past,

but bringing in the future, is bound to be misunderstood.

His brother told a friend, ”I will give you the money; at least purchase one of his paintings. He will feel

happy that at least one person understands his paintings.” The man had no sense about paintings,

but he went. Van Gogh was very happy, and showed him this painting, that painting, but the man

said, ”Any will do. Don’t waste my time; here is the money.” It was a shock. The man did not even

look at the paintings: ”Any painting will do – you just take the money and give me the painting.”

Van Gogh said, ”These paintings are not for sale, and tell my brother not to waste money

unnecessarily. This is not your money, because I can see you don’t have any sensitivity. You have

been sent by my brother just to give me some consolation. Just get out of this place! My satisfaction

is not in my paintings being sold; I am utterly content in creating them.”

The creator’s joy is in creation itself; there is no other reward. And the moment you start thinking of

any reward beyond your act, you are only a technician, not a creator.

The crowd is bound to be afraid of such people because they don’t follow the social morality, they

don’t follow the social norms. They are no longer part of the herd. They have no obligation to go to

your church, to read your holy books. They have found their own religion, and their religion is their

creativity. The herd cannot understand it and tries to persuade them: ”It is better you come back.

Don’t go alone. You can be lost.”

THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE

NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE... no longer the same ”I” – I don’t belong to you; you are

just cogs in the wheel. I am an individual and I want to live my life according to my own inner voice,

not to be dictated, dominated, manipulated by others.

FOR SEE, IT IS STILL THIS SAME CONSCIENCE THAT CAUSES YOUR GRIEF: AND THE

LAST GLIMMER OF THIS CONSCIENCE STILL GLOWS IN YOUR AFFLICTION. There WILL be

problems. All the great painters, poets, singers, musicians, have either gone mad or have even

committed suicide. Their madness is simply because everybody thinks they are abnormal.

Van Gogh has fallen in love with one of his faraway cousin-sisters. There was nothing wrong in it,

but he was a poor man, and on top of it he was a painter. Nobody liked his paintings, nobody could

even understand what he is painting – nor could he explain.

He used to say, ”It is strange, nobody asks the trees ‘What is your meaning?’ Nobody asks the

flowers, ‘What is your purpose?’ The flower is just beautiful! To be beautiful is enough; no other

purpose is needed. My painting is a flower. Why should you ask me the meaning, the purpose? It

is not a commodity, it is a creative act. Just as nature creates, I am also part of nature. It is also a

creation of nature.”

He proposed to the girl. She could not believe that he would dare to do such a thing. Everybody

thought that he was abnormal. It was evening the sun had set, and they were sitting by the light of

a beautiful candle. The girl simply joked. She said, ”Do you really mean you love me? Then keep

your hand on the flame of the candle as long as I want. That will be a proof.” Van Gogh put his hand

on the candle and burnt his hand. The girl could not believe... she removed the candle. Now it is

absolutely certain that the man was mad.

Love is one thing, but you don’t have to give such proofs, and anybody who can give such proofs

can be dangerous. Her father told him never to come to his house again. Van Gogh said, ”But what

wrong have I done? Your girl has asked me to give proof of my love. I can give proof even by my

death. My love is greater than my life.” Although he was saying tremendously meaningful words, he

was pushed aside and the doors were closed.

His brother loved him very much, and he felt deep compassion for him; he was not harming anybody.

Still, everybody seemed to be against him. The only thing that he was doing was not following the

crowd. His father wanted him to go to a Christian seminary where he could learn to be a Christian

priest, and he said, ”Priest? I want to be a painter. I am not mad enough to be a priest.” His father

was ready to give him money to be a priest, but he was not ready to give him money to be a painter

or to send him to a painting school. His brother felt deeply for him. He asked a prostitute, ”In his

whole life” – Van Gogh was thirty – ”he has never known love. It would be very kind of you... I will

give you the money... you pretend to love him.” The prostitute was willing; it was her profession, and

there was no problem. She met him as if by accident and started talking to him about his paintings,

saying they were great...”And by the way,” she said, ”you are so beautiful.” Nobody had ever said

that. Van Gogh said, ”What do you think is beautiful in me?” Even the prostitute was in difficulty to

say what was beautiful in him – Van Gogh was not a very beautiful man. She said, ”I love your ears”

– finding nothing else.

In the middle of the night, van Gogh came with both his ears – he had cut them off and put them in

a packet – and offered those two ears to the woman, and he said, ”In my whole life somebody has

loved something in me. I want to offer them to you; you can have them.” Blood was coming from

both the ears... the woman freaked out. She thought that he was really mad. What more proof do

you need?

He was forced into a madhouse where he lived for one year. But the paintings that he did in the

madhouse are his best, because there was no question of food, shelter, clothes; everything was

provided by the madhouse. Those are the two hundred paintings that have survived.

The psychiatrist and other experts in the madhouse found that he was not mad; he was simply not

normal. The whole day he would paint, from morning till evening – not even a coffee break, and he

would eat at night. They said, ”He was a little abnormal, but not dangerous to anybody.” He was

released, and after after a few days he committed suicide; but it was not a suicide. He wrote a letter

to his brother: ”The painting I wanted to paint, I have painted.”

He wanted to paint the sun as nobody had ever painted it. For one year continuously he painted,

painting only the sun in all its moods, in all its different colors – in the morning, in the afternoon, in

the evening, at sunset – hundreds of paintings. And when he was satisfied that he had done what he

wanted to do, then there was no need to live. His life was to create something that he had created

– now he was utterly fulfilled. ”So please don’t think of it as a suicide. It is not a suicide. Just, now I

don’t have any reason to live. Forgive me, I am not part of the crowd where people go on living for

no reason at all.”

If you think about it yourself, you will find his point significant: Are you living for some meaning? Are

you living for some creativity? Are you living to make life more beautiful? Are you going to contribute

something to existence? If not, then why go on unnecessarily burdening the earth?

It was not a suicide; it was a great insight of a creator who could not live without creating. Creating

was his life, and because it was fulfilled, life had no more meaning for him.

Naturally, such people live with a great affliction. BUT YOU WANT TO GO THE WAY OF YOUR

AFFLICTION. – still, they want to go to the way of their affliction – WHICH IS THE WAY TO

YOURSELF?

It is painful, it is condemned, you become a laughingstock, but still you want to go to yourself.

IF SO, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR IT AND YOUR RIGHT TO IT! To be a creator one needs

strength – the strength of a lion, not the slavery of a camel.

ARE YOU A NEW STRENGTH AND A NEW RIGHT? A FIRST MOTION? A SELF-PROPELLING

WHEEL? CAN YOU ALSO COMPEL STARS TO REVOLVE ABOUT YOU?

ALAS, THERE IS SO MUCH LUSTING FOR EMINENCE! THERE IS SO MUCH CONVULSION OF

THE AMBITIOUS!

The creator is not ambitious and he is not lusting for eminence. Those who are ambitious and

who are lusting for eminence are only third-rate people: they may be composers, but they are not

creators. A creator has no intention of being famous, has no intention of being respectable. His

whole energy is involved in only one thing: his creation.

All the old, great pieces of art... for example, we don’t know who was the architect of the Taj

Mahal, the most beautiful architecture in the whole world. We don’t know who created Khajuraho,

a temple which has statues which are incomparable in beauty. Seventy temples were destroyed by

Mohammedans; thirty were saved because they were deep in the forest.

Each temple has thousands of statues; the people who created them have not even signed their

names – they were fulfilled by creating them.

We don’t know who created the UPANISHADS, the most beautiful statements about the ultimate

experiences of man. They thought themselves simply vehicles, mediums of existence, only

instrumental to the creativity of existence – they never thought that they were the creators. It is

ugly even to sign your name.

And you see the masses... they have not created anything, but in every public toilet they have

signed; in movie houses they have engraved their names on the seats. Such a desire that your

name should remain after you are gone, such a desire to be eminent, to be ambitious, is not part of

a creative soul, it is part of the mundane and the mediocre.

ALAS, THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT IDEAS THAT DO NO

MORE THAN A BELLOWS: THEY INFLATE AND MAKE EMPTIER.

DO YOU CALL YOURSELF FREE? I WANT TO HEAR YOUR RULING IDEA, AND NOT THAT YOU

HAVE ESCAPED FROM A YOKE.

He is making a very important distinction which very few people realize. He is saying: ARE YOU

SUCH A MAN AS OUGHT TO ESCAPE A YOKE?

Millions of people have a deep desire to be slaves, because slavery has some compensations: you

are free of all responsibility; you need not bother about yourself – somebody else is your master.

And this kind of slavery exists in many forms. There are seven hundred million Catholics who believe

that Jesus is their savior. Do you think it is different from slavery? To be saved by somebody else,

you cannot be a man of freedom. It is the same situation for others too. Hindus believe that Krishna

will come and deliver them from darkness, ways of sin....

But what are you for? Don’t you have a soul? Don’t you have a consciousness? Can’t you get out

of darkness yourself? Somebody has to come and bring light to you? And do you understand the

implication? If somebody saves you, he can push you back. If somebody else brings the light, he

can take the light away. It is not your light. Unless something grows within you – the freedom, the

light, the love – you cannot rely on it. You are bound to be a slave, and you will have to pay for it.

And the payment is not small: you will have to pay for it with your very soul.

ARE YOU SUCH A MAN AS OUGHT TO ESCAPE A YOKE? THERE ARE MANY WHO THREW

OFF THEIR FINAL WORTH WHEN THEY THREW OFF THEIR BONDAGE. Their only worth was

their bondage; they were useful only as slaves – the moment they are freed they don’t know what to

do.

It happened in the Bastille, in France, in the French revolution... the Bastille was the greatest prison

in France and it was for the prisoners who were sentenced for life, so their handcuffs and their chains

had no keys. They were not going to be opened; they would die with them. They would live with

them and they would die with them. And there were three or four thousand prisoners in the Bastille.

Revolutionaries thought that it would be a great joy for those poor people to be freed. So they went to

the Bastille.... People were living in dark holes, somebody for thirty years, somebody for forty years

– somebody has even lived there for seventy years; he was ninety years old. And when they heard

about freedom they did not want it, they refused. They said, ”We have become so accustomed to

the darkness, to dirtiness, to inedible food – to all kinds of indignities. We are beaten; we are not

treated like human beings, but in fifty years we have become accustomed to it. And now to begin

life again in the outside world is too much of a task. Forgive us and just leave us as we are.”

But revolutionaries are revolutionaries. They would not listen: they cut off their handcuffs; they cut

off their chains; they freed them against their will; they threw them out of the jail. And you will be

surprised to know that by the evening half of them came back, asking to be allowed in, because they

could not sleep without their handcuffs and without their chains – it felt like something was missing –

just as you cannot sleep without your pillow, a child cannot sleep without his teddy bear. Fifty years,

seventy years... those chains were no longer chains, they had become part of their bodies. The

revolutionaries could not understand, but they had to give them back their chains. The prisoners

were immensely happy; they went into their dark holes and slept peacefully.

The whole day had been a day of torture. Their eyes had become weak; they could not see... the

glaring sun. The gap between them and the people outside had become so big, they could not

understand what was happening. In fifty years so much had changed. And who was going to give

them food? Who was going to give them employment? Who was going to give them their destroyed

dignity?

Nobody was ready to give employment to a man who had been fifty years in jail for a life sentence.

Already he was seventy years or eighty years old – almost a corpse. For seventy years he had

not taken a bath; he was stinking. People avoided them; nobody wanted even to talk with them.

Naturally, they came back home, and they told the revolutionaries, ”Now this is our home, and this

is going to be our grave too.”

Your worth may be your slavery. Zarathustra is saying, ”Before you throw your yoke, think twice;

perhaps that is your worth.” Before you throw off your bondage, wait; give a little thought.

FREE FROM WHAT? ZARATHUSTRA DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THAT! These words should be

remembered carefully. FREE FROM WHAT? ZARATHUSTRA DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THAT!

BUT YOUR EYE SHOULD CLEARLY TELL ME: free for what? Not from, but for: unless you have a

for, it is better to remain as you are.

In this country, forty years of freedom, and I have been asking people like Jaiprakash, Ramamanohar

Lohia, great leaders of the revolution in this country, ”You are continually saying that we have to

be free from the British Empire, but I never hear anybody saying for what? Freedom FROM... I

understand, but you don’t have a program for when you are free; what are you going to do?” And

that’s what happened. Freedom from the British Empire happened, but for forty years what has India

done? It has had no program.

Even today it does not know what to do with the freedom – kill each other? Mohammedans killing

Hindus, Hindus killing Mohammedans over trivial matters – fight and kill. But in forty years there has

been no creativity. In forty years this country has gone down more than it has ever been.

People have only been producing children, and each child brings more poverty. When the country

became free, there were four hundred million people; now there are nine hundred million people. In

forty years, five hundred million people have been added. The poverty has grown immensely. By

the end of this century, for the first time in the history, India will be the most populated country. China

will be defeated for the first time. It is going to be beyond one billion people.

The earth is so exploited it cannot yield more. Forests are cut, rains are disturbed, seasons are no

longer the same, and no politician has the guts to say.... All the religions are against birth control. If

you say anything against birth control you will lose the election; to be elected is more important than

facing the fact that by the end of this century, half of the country will be dying from starvation and

hunger – just like Ethiopia.

Ethiopia is a small country – still, one thousand people are dying every day. In India, when the

process of hunger and starvation starts, for every two persons, one person is going to die – five

hundred million people will die. And what kind of life will it be when you are surrounded by corpses?

There will be nobody to even take those corpses to the funerals to burn them. And when so many

people die, millions of diseases will spread. It will be beyond the capacity of anyone to save the

remaining living ones. But no politician will even hint about it.

We are always thinking to be free from something, but never thinking what we are going to do out of

our freedom. FREE FROM WHAT? ZARATHUSTRA DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THAT! BUT YOUR

EYE SHOULD BE CLEARLY TELLING ME: FREE for WHAT?

CAN YOU FURNISH YOURSELF WITH YOUR OWN GOOD AND EVIL AND HANG UP YOUR

OWN WILL ABOVE YOURSELF AS A LAW? Are you capable of becoming a law unto yourself?

If not, then you cannot be a free man. Can you create values for yourself of good and evil?

Otherwise, you have to follow the ten commandments.

CAN YOU BE JUDGE OF YOURSELF AND AVENGER OF YOUR LAW?

Are you capable of being a judge and even punishing yourself if you do something wrong? Otherwise

your freedom will be simply committing suicide. It was better that you were a slave. Somebody

else was taking care that you did not commit wrong; somebody was taking care that you did right.

Somebody was taking care about the law, about values.

A man who wants to be totally free – and a creator needs to be totally free – has to find enough

strength in himself to create values, to judge himself; if need be there, to punish himself.

IT IS TERRIBLE TO BE ALONE WITH THE JUDGE AND AVENGER OF ONE’S OWN LAW. IT IS

TO BE LIKE A STAR THROWN FORTH INTO EMPTY SPACE AND INTO THE ICY BREATH OF

SOLITUDE.

TODAY YOU STILL SUFFER FROM THE MANY, O MAN SET APART: TODAY YOU STILL HAVE

YOUR COURAGE WHOLE AND YOUR HOPES.

BUT ONE DAY SOLITUDE WILL MAKE YOU WEARY, ONE DAY YOUR PRIDE WILL BEND AND

YOUR COURAGE BREAK. ONE DAY YOU WILL CRY: ‘I AM ALONE!’ One needs tremendous

strength to be alone, but without being alone you are not really a human being.

Your dignity consists in being alone.

ONE DAY YOU WILL NO LONGER SEE WHAT IS EXALTED IN YOU; AND WHAT IS BASE IN YOU,

YOU WILL SEE ALL TOO CLOSELY; YOUR SUBLIMITY ITSELF WILL MAKE YOU AFRAID, AS IF

IT WERE A PHANTOM. ONE DAY YOU WILL CRY: ‘EVERYTHING IS FALSE!’

It has happened to many people – those who have called the world an illusion, maya, false. The

basic reason was not philosophical; the basic reason was psychological. These were the people

who lived in solitude. Living in solitude needs so much strength to keep yourself sane. Your sanity

depends on the crowd.

Many experiments have been done: If you are put in a solitary cell... that seems to be the greatest

punishment in a jail. Nobody is torturing you, you are just put in a solitary cell – dark, and you alone.

Soon you start losing your intelligence, your strength. After three weeks you start seeing illusions,

hallucinations. You start talking to those hallucinations and you also answer from their side, and

there is nobody.

The people who created the philosophy of maya, the philosophy of the world as illusion, are the

people who lived too long in solitude. These were the monks living in the Himalayas, far away in the

mountains. They lost contact with humanity and all they had that was given by the humanity. Slowly,

slowly all that disappeared. They were so alone, they started creating a hallucinatory companion or

a crowd around themselves. They knew it was false, but they also knew it was needed. It was this

experience that created the philosophy that everything is false.

To be alone and remain sane, one thing is absolutely needed: that in your aloneness you should

also be a creator. If you are not a creator, you will go insane. If you are a creator, even in your

solitude you will be able to maintain your intelligence – not only maintain, but bring it to its fullest

expression.

THERE ARE EMOTIONS THAT SEEK TO KILL THE SOLITARY; IF THEY DO NOT SUCCEED,

WELL, THEY MUST DIE THEMSELVES! BUT ARE YOU CAPABLE OF BEING A MURDERER? –

murderer of your own illusions, murderer of your own emotions. In your aloneness you will desire

your friends, you will desire your wives, your husbands, you will desire your children, you will desire

a thousand and one things that you have never thought about. And these desires will kill you; these

emotions will kill you, unless you are able to kill them. That is why Zarathustra is asking, ”Are you

capable of being a murderer of your own emotions?”

YOU COMPEL MANY TO CHANGE THEIR OPINION ABOUT YOU; THEY HOLD THAT VERY

MUCH AGAINST YOU. YOU APPROACHED THEM AND YET WENT ON PAST THEM: THAT

THEY WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. People never forgive anyone who surpasses them. That’s

why humbleness has been so much praised by the crowd, humility has been so much praised by

the herd. When Jesus says, ”Blessed are the humble and the meek,” he is speaking the language

of the herd. The herd wants you to be humble. The herd wants you to be lower than they are, to be

meek, to be submissive, to be surrendering. If you pass them in any way, they will never forgive you.

The only people they have not forgiven are those who stand like Himalayan peaks, so high above

them, like Socrates, or Al Hillaj Mansoor, or Gautam Buddha, or Krishna. It is very difficult for the

crowd to forgive these people. Socrates they poisoned, Mansoor they killed; so many attempts were

made on Gautam Buddha’s life. And the same remains true about all authentic, superior human

beings amongst us.

It is not that they are different from us – we have not developed our superiority; we have not

developed our being. We are also potentially as great as any Gautam Buddha, but we have not

taken the trouble. And when somebody takes the trouble, sharpens his being, brings his genius to

flowering, it hurts us. We cannot forgive.

YOU GO ABOVE AND BEYOND THEM: BUT THE HIGHER YOU CLIMB, THE SMALLER YOU

APPEAR TO THE EYE OF ENVY. AND HE WHO FLIES IS HATED MOST OF ALL....

AND BE ON YOUR GUARD AGAINST THE GOOD AND JUST! THEY WOULD LIKE TO CRUCIFY

THOSE WHO DEVISE THEIR OWN VIRTUE – THEY HATE THE SOLITARY.

BE ON YOUR GUARD, TOO, AGAINST HOLY SIMPLICITY! EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT SIMPLE

IS UNHOLY TO IT: AND IT, TOO, LIKES TO PLAY WITH FIRE – IN THIS CASE, THE FIRE OF THE

STAKE.

The people who have been praising holy simplicity – remember, they are dangerous, because

anything that is not simple seems to them unholy. All great creativity is unsimple; it is complex.

To be simple is not a great virtue; any idiot can do it. But to be a mathematician of the caliber of

Albert Einstein is a very complex phenomenon.

You cannot forgive these people. The small people never try their own talents, because it is arduous;

it needs work and continuous refinement.

Once a great musician was asked – because in India classical music is one of the most complex

things, one of the most subtle, and even the masters don’t stop practicing – and it was a great

master who was asked, ”If you don’t practice one day, what will happen?” He was practicing six to

eight hours every day. He said, ”If I don’t practice one day, I will notice the difference: it will no longer

be of the same depth; it will not go to the same height. Nobody else will notice it.

”But if I don’t practice two days, then the critics of music will be aware that something is missing, it is

not the same. And if I don’t practice for three days, then even lovers of music will start noticing that

something is missing.”

Eight hours a day for years a man practices and plays music that is almost not of this world; creates

out of sound such silence, such sweetness; touches your heart to its deepest point. It needs patience

and effort. It is not simplicity: it is one of the most complex things.

One of my friends, Dr. Ramamanohar Lohia, went to see Albert Einstein, who had given him an

appointment. He reached exactly on time, but Einstein’s wife told him, ”You will have to wait a little,

and I cannot say how long this little is going to be, because he is in his bathtub. And once he is in his

bathtub, then sometimes two hours, sometimes four hours, sometimes six hours... and we are not

allowed to disturb him, so please excuse me. You wait, you take tea, and you relax. He can come

any moment.”

It took exactly six hours for Albert Einstein to come out of his bathroom, and he asked Ramamanohar

Lohia, ”Have you come so late... six hours?” The wife said, ”He has not come late; he has been

waiting for six hours, but you were in your bathtub.” Ramamanohar could not understand what was

going on.

Albert Einstein explained, ”Whenever I am in my bathtub playing with soap bubbles, nobody is

allowed to disturb me, because all my theories about the stars I have discovered playing with my

soap bubbles in the bathroom. Completely undisturbed, knowing that nobody can disturb me, just

being playful with the soap bubbles, my mind functions at its best and I forget the time completely.

So just forgive me. You are fortunate that I have come early.”

Anything that is of great value is going to be complex. The greater the value, the greater is going to

be the complexity. But the people who have been praising holy simplicity are bound to condemn it

as unholy complexity.

AND BE ON YOUR GUARD, TOO, AGAINST THE ASSAULTS YOUR LOVE MAKES UPON YOU!

THE SOLITARY EXTENDS HIS HAND TOO QUICKLY TO ANYONE HE MEETS.

TO MANY MEN, YOU OUGHT NOT TO GIVE YOUR HAND, BUT ONLY YOUR PAW: AND I

SHOULD LIKE IT IF YOUR PAW HAD CLAWS, TOO....

YOU MUST BE READY TO BURN YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN FLAME: HOW COULD YOU

BECOME NEW, IF YOU HAD NOT FIRST BECOME ASHES?...

GO APART AND BE ALONE WITH MY TEARS, MY BROTHER. I LOVE HIM WHO WANTS TO

CREATE BEYOND HIMSELF, AND THUS PERISHES.

To create something beyond yourself means you have to disappear. Only when you are absent can

something greater than you be present in you. When all your false personality is dropped, your real

individuality arises.

He is simply making you aware of three things: one, without being a creator you are not religious;

without being a creator you are not really alive; without being a creator you are not free. Your

creativity brings freedom, strength, intelligence, consciousness; but it also brings dangers of which

he is making you aware.

It is the path for the courageous, for those who want to live dangerously, because there is no other

way to live.

Cowards only exist; only the brave live.

The greatest bravery and strength is needed when you transcend yourself. You will have to become

a flame in which you are burnt to ashes, and a new being, a new man – what Zarathustra calls the

superman – arises out of you.

Creativity is the way to yourself and to your superman. Unless a man finds his superman, he has

lived in vain.

... THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA.

Okay, Maneesha?

Yes, Osho.

 

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  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA WAS THIRTY YEARS OLD, HE LEFT HIS HOME AND THE LAKE OF HIS HOME AND WENT INTO THE MOUNTAINS. HERE HE HAD THE ENJOYMENT OF HIS SPIRIT AND HIS SOLITUDE AND HE DID NOT WEARY OF IT FOR TEN YEARS. BUT AT LAST HIS HEART TURNED – AND ONE MORNING HE ROSE WITH THE DAWN, STEPPED BEFORE THE SUN AND SPOKE TO IT THUS: GREAT STAR! WHAT WOULD YOUR HAPPINESS BE, IF YOU HAD NOT THOSE FOR WHOM YOU SHINE! YOU HAVE COME UP HERE TO MY CAVE FOR TEN YEARS: YOU WOULD HAVE GROWN WEARY OF YOUR LIGHT AND OF THIS JOURNEY, WITHOUT ME, MY EAGLE AND MY SERPENT at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2, ZARATHUSTRA WENT DOWN THE MOUNTAIN ALONE, AND NO ONE MET HIM. BUT WHEN HE ENTERED THE FOREST, AN OLD MAN, WHO HAD LEFT HIS HOLY HUT TO LOOK FOR ROOTS IN THE FOREST, SUDDENLY STOOD BEFORE HIM. AND THE OLD MAN SPOKE THUS TO ZARATHUSTRA: ‘THIS WANDERER IS NO STRANGER TO ME: HE PASSED BY HERE MANY YEARS AGO. HE WAS CALLED ZARATHUSTRA; BUT HE HAS CHANGED. ‘THEN YOU CARRIED YOUR ASHES TO THE MOUNTAINS: WILL YOU TODAY CARRY YOUR FIRE INTO THE VALLEYS? DO YOU NOT FEAR AN INCENDIARY’S PUNISHMENT? ‘YES, I RECOGNIZE ZARATHUSTRA. HIS EYES ARE CLEAR, AND NO DISGUST LURKS ABOUT HIS MOUTH. DOES HE NOT GO ALONG LIKE A DANCER? ‘HOW CHANGED ZARATHUSTRA IS! ZARATHUSTRA HAS BECOME – A CHILD, AN AWAKENED-ONE: WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW WITH THE SLEEPERS? ‘YOU LIVED IN SOLITUDE AS IN THE SEA, AND THE SEA BORE YOU. ALAS, DO YOU WANT TO GO ASHORE? ALAS, DO YOU WANT AGAIN TO DRAG YOUR BODY YOURSELF? at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA ARRIVED AT THE NEAREST OF THE TOWNS LYING AGAINST THE FOREST, HE FOUND IN THAT VERY PLACE MANY PEOPLE ASSEMBLED IN THE MARKET SQUARE: FOR IT HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED THAT A TIGHT-ROPE WALKER WOULD BE APPEARING. AND ZARATHUSTRA SPOKE THUS TO THE PEOPLE: I TEACH YOU THE SUPERMAN. MAN IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE OVERCOME. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OVERCOME HIM? ALL CREATURES HITHERTO HAVE CREATED SOMETHING BEYOND THEMSELVES: AND DO YOU WANT TO BE THE EBB OF THIS GREAT TIDE, AND RETURN TO THE ANIMALS RATHER THAN OVERCOME MAN? WHAT IS THE APE TO MEN? A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. AND JUST SO SHALL MAN BE TO THE SUPERMAN: A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. YOU HAVE MADE YOUR WAY FROM WORM TO MAN, AND MUCH IN YOU IS STILL WORM. ONCE YOU WERE APES, AND EVEN NOW MAN IS MORE OF AN APE THAN ANY APE. BUT HE WHO IS THE WISEST AMONG YOU, HE ALSO IS ONLY A DISCORD AND HYBRID OF PLANT AND OF GHOST. BUT DO I BID YOU BECOME GHOSTS OR PLANTS? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4, WHAT IS THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN EXPERIENCE? IT IS THE HOUR OF THE GREAT CONTEMPT. THE HOUR IN WHICH EVEN YOUR HAPPINESS GROWS LOATHSOME TO YOU, AND YOUR REASON AND YOUR VIRTUE ALSO. THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY HAPPINESS? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE. BUT MY HAPPINESS SHOULD JUSTIFY EXISTENCE ITSELF!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY REASON? DOES IT LONG FOR KNOWLEDGE AS THE LION FOR ITS FOOD? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY VIRTUE? IT HAS NOT YET DRIVEN ME MAD! HOWTIRED I AM OF MY GOOD AND MY EVIL! IT IS ALL POVERTY AND DIRT AND MISERABLE EASE!.... THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY, ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY PITY? IS NOT PITY THE CROSS UPON WHICH HE WHO LOVES MAN IS NAILED? BUT MY PITY IS NO CRUCIFIXION!’ HAVE YOU EVER SPOKEN THUS? HAVE YOU EVER CRIED THUS? AH, THAT I HAD HEARD YOU CRYING THUS! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SPOKEN THESE WORDS HE LOOKED AGAIN AT THE PEOPLE AND FELL SILENT. THERE THEY STAND (HE SAID TO HIS HEART), THERE THEY LAUGH: THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME, I AM NOT THE MOUTH FOR THESE EARS. MUST ONE FIRST SHATTER THEIR EARS TO TEACH THEM TO HEAR WITH THEIR EYES? MUST ONE RUMBLE LIKE DRUMS AND LENTEN PREACHERS? OR DO THEY BELIEVE ONLY THOSE WHO STAMMER? THEY HAVE SOMETHING OF WHICH THEY ARE PROUD. WHAT IS IT CALLED THAT MAKES THEM PROUD? THEY CALL IT CULTURE, IT DISTINGUISHES THEM FROM THE GOATHERDS. THEREFORE THEY DISLIKE HEARING THE WORD ’CONTEMPT’ SPOKEN OF THEM. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEIR PRIDE. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEM OF THE MOST CONTEMPTIBLE MAN: AND THAT IS THE ULTIMATE MAN. AND THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA TO THE PEOPLE: IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO FIX HIS GOAL. IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO PLANT THE SEED OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6, FOLLOWING HIS SPEECH ABOUT THE ULTIMATE MAN, ZARATHUSTRA REALIZES THAT THE PEOPLE HAVE MISUNDERSTOOD HIM, FOR THEY NOW CRY OUT TO HIM FOR THE ULTIMATE MAN, TELLING HIM HE CAN HAVE THE SUPERMAN. WHILE HE PONDERS ON THIS, THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER BEGINS HIS ACT – WALKING ACROSS A ROPE SUSPENDED HIGH ABOVE THE PEOPLE IN THE MARKET SQUARE, BETWEEN TWO TOWERS. WHEN HE REACHES THE MID-POINT, SUDDENLY A FIGURE DRESSED AS A BUFFOON APPEARS FROM ONE OF THE TOWERS, AND PROCEEDS TO FOLLOW THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER, SHOUTING OUT AND ABUSING HIM. HE MAKES TO JUMP OVER THE TIGHTROPE WALKER, WHO LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS, LANDING QUITE CLOSE TO WHERE ZARATHUSTRA IS STANDING. ZARATHUSTRA STAYS WITH THE DYING MAN LONG AFTER EVENING HAS COME AND THE CROWD DISPERSED at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses, I NAME YOU THREE METAMORPHOSES OF THE SPIRIT: HOW THE SPIRIT SHALL BECOME A CAMEL, AND THE CAMEL A LION, AND THE LION AT LAST A CHILD. THERE ARE MANY HEAVY THINGS FOR THE SPIRIT, FOR THE STRONG, WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT IN WHICH DWELL RESPECT AND AWE: ITS STRENGTH LONGS FOR THE HEAVY, FOR THE HEAVIEST. WHAT IS HEAVY? THUS ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THUS IT KNEELS DOWN LIKE THE CAMEL AND WANTS TO BE WELL LADEN. WHAT IS THE HEAVIEST THING, YOU HEROES? SO ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THAT I MAY TAKE IT UPON ME AND REJOICE IN MY STRENGTH. IS IT NOT THIS: TO DEBASE YOURSELF IN ORDER TO INJURE YOUR PRIDE?... OR IS IT THIS: TO DESERT OUR CAUSE WHEN IT IS CELEBRATING ITS VICTORY? TO CLIMB HIGH MOUNTAINS IN ORDER TO TEMPT THE TEMPTER?... OR IS IT THIS: TO LOVE THOSE WHO DESPISE US AND TO OFFER OUR HAND TO THE GHOST WHEN IT WANTS TO FRIGHTEN US? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions, YOU SAY ‘I’ AND YOU ARE PROUD OF THIS WORD. BUT GREATER THAN THIS – ALTHOUGH YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE IN IT – IS YOUR BODY AND ITS GREAT INTELLIGENCE, WHICH DOES NOT SAY ‘I’ BUT PERFORMS ‘I’. WHAT THE SENSE FEELS, WHAT THE SPIRIT PERCEIVES, IS NEVER AN END IN ITSELF. BUT SENSE AND SPIRIT WOULD LIKE TO PERSUADE YOU THAT THEY ARE THE END OF ALL THINGS: THEY ARE AS VAIN AS THAT. SENSE AND SPIRIT ARE INSTRUMENTS AND TOYS: BEHIND THEM STILL LIES THE SELF. THE SELF SEEKS WITH THE EYES OF THE SENSE, IT LISTENS TOO WITH THE EARS OF THE SPIRIT. THE SELF IS ALWAYS LISTENING AND SEEKING: IT COMPARES, SUBDUES, CONQUERS, DESTROYS. IT RULES AND IS ALSO THE EGO’S RULER. BEHIND YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, MY BROTHER, STANDS A MIGHTY COMMANDER, AN UNKNOWN SAGE – HE IS CALLED SELF. HE LIVES IN YOUR BODY, HE IS YOUR BODY. THERE IS MORE REASON IN YOUR BODY THAN IN YOUR BEST WISDOM. AND WHO KNOWS FOR WHAT PURPOSE YOUR BODY REQUIRES PRECISELY YOUR BEST WISDOM?... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors, WHAT HAVE WE IN COMMON WITH THE ROSEBUD, WHICH TREMBLES BECAUSE A DROP OF DEW IS LYING UPON IT? IT IS TRUE: WE LOVE LIFE, NOT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LIVING BUT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LOVING. THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN MADNESS IN LOVE. BUT ALSO THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN METHOD IN MADNESS. AND TO ME TOO, WHO LOVE LIFE, IT SEEMS THAT BUTTERFLIES AND SOAP-BUBBLES, AND WHATEVER IS LIKE THEM AMONG MEN, KNOW MOST ABOUT HAPPINESS. TO SEE THESE LIGHT, FOOLISH, DAINTY, AFFECTING LITTLE SOULS FLUTTER ABOUT – THAT MOVES ZARATHUSTRA TO TEARS AND TO SONG. I SHOULD BELIEVE ONLY IN A GOD WHO UNDERSTOOD HOW TO DANCE. OF WAR AND WARRIORS WE DO NOT WISH TO BE SPARED BY OUR BEST ENEMIES, NOR BY THOSE WHOM WE LOVE FROM THE VERY HEART. SO LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace, THERE ARE STILL PEOPLES AND HERDS SOMEWHERE, BUT NOT WITH US, MY BROTHERS: HERE THERE ARE STATES.... THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL COLD MONSTERS. COLDLY IT LIES, TOO; AND THIS LIE CREEPS FROM ITS MOUTH: ’I, THE STATE, AM THE PEOPLE.’ IT IS A LIE! IT WAS CREATORS WHO CREATED PEOPLES AND HUNG A FAITH AND A LOVE OVER THEM: THUS THEY SERVED LIFE. IT IS DESTROYERS WHO SET SNARES FOR MANY AND CALL IT THE STATE: THEY HANG A SWORD AND A HUNDRED DESIRES OVER THEM. WHERE A PEOPLE STILL EXISTS, THERE THE PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE STATE AND HATE IT AS THE EVIL EYE AND SIN AGAINST CUSTOM AND LAW.... A FREE LIFE STILL REMAINS FOR GREAT SOULS. TRULY, HE WHO POSSESSES LITTLE IS SO MUCH THE LESS POSSESSED: PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY! ONLY THERE, WHERE THE STATE CEASES, DOES THE MAN WHO IS NOT SUPERFLUOUS BEGIN: DOES THE SONG OF THE NECESSARY MAN, THE UNIQUE AND IRREPLACEABLE MELODY, BEGIN at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend, OUR FAITH IN OTHERS BETRAYS WHEREIN WE WOULD DEARLY LIKE TO HAVE FAITH IN OURSELVES. OUR LONGING FOR A FRIEND IS OUR BETRAYER. AND OFTEN WITH OUR LOVE WE ONLYWANT TO LEAP OVER ENVY. AND OFTEN WE ATTACK AND MAKE AN ENEMY IN ORDER TO CONCEAL THAT WE ARE VULNERABLE TO ATTACK. ‘AT LEAST BE MY ENEMY!’ – THUS SPEAKS THE TRUE REVERENCE THAT DOES NOT VENTURE TO ASK FOR FRIENDSHIP. IF YOU WANT A FRIEND, YOU MUST ALSO BE WILLING TO WAGE WAR FOR HIM: AND TO WAGE WAR, YOU MUST BE CAPABLE OF BEING AN ENEMY. YOU SHOULD HONOUR EVEN THE ENEMY IN YOUR FRIEND. CAN YOU GO NEAR TO YOUR FRIEND WITHOUT GOING OVER TO HIM? IN YOUR FRIEND YOU SHOULD POSSESS YOUR BEST ENEMY. YOUR HEART SHOULD FEEL CLOSEST TO HIM WHEN YOU OPPOSE HIM.... HE WHO MAKES NO SECRET OF HIMSELF EXCITES ANGER IN OTHERS: THAT IS HOW MUCH REASON YOU HAVE TO FEAR NAKEDNESS. IF YOU WERE GODS YOU COULD THEN BE ASHAMED OF YOUR CLOTHES! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals, NO PEOPLE COULD LIVE WITHOUT EVALUATING; BUT IF IT WISHES TO MAINTAIN ITSELF IT MUST NOT EVALUATE AS ITS NEIGHBOR EVALUATES. MUCH THAT SEEMED GOOD TO ONE PEOPLE SEEMED SHAME AND DISGRACE TO ANOTHER: THUS I FOUND. I FOUND MUCH THAT WAS CALLED EVIL IN ONE PLACE WAS IN ANOTHER DECKED WITH PURPLE HONOURS.... A TABLE OF VALUES HANGS OVER EVERY PEOPLE. BEHOLD, IT IS THE TABLE OF ITS OVERCOMINGS; BEHOLD, IT IS THE VOICE OF ITS WILL TO POWER. WHAT IT ACCOUNTS HARD IT CALLS PRAISEWORTHY; WHAT IT ACCOUNTS INDISPENSABLE AND HARD IT CALLS GOOD; AND THAT WHICH RELIEVES THE GREATEST NEED, THE RARE, THE HARDEST OF ALL – IT GLORIFIES AS HOLY. WHATEVER CAUSES IT TO RULE AND CONQUER AND GLITTER, TO THE DREAD AND ENVY OF ITS NEIGHBOR, THAT IT ACCOUNTS THE SUBLIMEST, THE PARAMOUNT, THE EVALUATION AND THE MEANING OF ALL THINGS.... MAN FIRST IMPLANTED VALUES INTO THINGS TO MAINTAIN HIMSELF – HE CREATED THE MEANING OF THINGS, A HUMAN MEANING! THEREFORE HE CALLS HIMSELF: ‘MAN’, THAT IS: THE EVALUATOR at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor, YOU FLEE TO YOUR NEIGHBOR AWAY FROM YOURSELVES AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VIRTUE OF IT: BUT I SEE THROUGH YOUR ‘SELFLESSNESS’.... DO I EXHORT YOU TO LOVE OF YOUR NEIGHBOR? I EXHORT YOU RATHER TO FLIGHT FROM YOUR NEIGHBOR AND TO LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT! HIGHER THAN LOVE OF ONE’S NEIGHBOR STANDS LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT MAN AND OF THE MAN OF THE FUTURE; HIGHER STILL THAN LOVE OF MAN I ACCOUNT LOVE OF CAUSES AND OF PHANTOMS. THIS PHANTOM THAT RUNS ALONG BEHIND YOU, MY BROTHER, IS FAIRER THAN YOU; WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE IT YOUR FLESH AND BONES? BUT YOU ARE AFRAID AND YOU RUN TO YOUR NEIGHBOR.... YOU INVITE IN A WITNESS WHEN YOU WANT TO SPEAK WELL OF YOURSELVES; AND WHEN YOU HAVE MISLED HIM INTO THINKING WELL OF YOU, YOU THEN THINK WELL OF YOURSELVES.... ONE MAN RUNS TO HIS NEIGHBOR BECAUSE HE IS LOOKING FOR HIMSELF, AND ANOTHER BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOSE HIMSELF. YOUR BAD LOVE OF YOURSELVES MAKES SOLITUDE A PRISON TO YOU.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator, MY BROTHER, DO YOU WANT TO GO APART AND BE ALONE? DO YOU WANT TO SEEK THE WAY TO YOURSELF? PAUSE JUST A MOMENT AND LISTEN TO ME. ‘HE WHO SEEKS MAY EASILY GET LOST HIMSELF. IT IS A CRIME TO GO APART AND BE ALONE’ – THUS SPEAKS THE HERD. THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE, YOU AND I’, IT WILL BE A LAMENT AND A GRIEF. FOR SEE, IT IS STILL THIS SAME CONSCIENCE THAT CAUSES YOUR GRIEF: AND THE LAST GLIMMER OF THIS CONSCIENCE STILL GLOWS IN YOUR AFFLICTION. BUT YOU WANT TO GO THE WAY OF YOUR AFFLICTION, WHICH IS THE WAY TO YOURSELF? IF SO, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR IT AND YOUR RIGHT TO IT! ARE YOU A NEW STRENGTH AND A NEW RIGHT? A FIRST MOTION? A SELF-PROPELLING WHEEL? CAN YOU ALSO COMPEL STARS TO REVOLVE ABOUT YOU? ALAS, THERE IS SO MUCH LUSTING FOR EMINENCE! THERE IS SO MUCH CONVULSION OF THE AMBITIOUS!... at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice, WHEN YOU HAVE AN ENEMY, DO NOT REQUITE HIM GOOD FOR EVIL: FOR THAT WOULD MAKE HIM ASHAMED. BUT PROVE THAT HE HAS DONE SOMETHING GOOD TO YOU. BETTER TO BE ANGRY THAN MAKE ASHAMED! AND WHEN YOU ARE CURSED, I DO NOT LIKE IT THAT YOU THEN WANT TO BLESS. RATHER CURSE BACK A LITTLE! AND SHOULD A GREAT INJUSTICE BE DONE YOU, THEN QUICKLY DO FIVE LITTLE INJUSTICES BESIDES. HE WHO BEARS INJUSTICE ALONE IS TERRIBLE TO BEHOLD. DID YOU KNOW THIS ALREADY? SHARED INJUSTICE IS HALF JUSTICE. AND HE WHO CAN BEAR IT SHOULD TAKE THE INJUSTICE UPON HIMSELF. A LITTLE REVENGE IS MORE HUMAN THAN NO REVENGE AT ALL. AND IF THE PUNISHMENT BE NOT ALSO A RIGHT AND AN HONOUR FOR THE TRANSGRESSOR, THEN I DO NOT LIKE YOUR PUNISHMENT. IT IS MORE NOBLE TO DECLARE YOURSELF WRONG THAN TO MAINTAIN YOU ARE RIGHT, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT. ONLY YOU MUST BE RICH ENOUGH FOR IT. I DO NOT LIKE YOUR COLD JUSTICE; AND FROM THE EYE OF YOUR JUDGES THERE ALWAYS GAZES ONLY THE EXECUTIONER AND HIS COLD STEEL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death, MANY DIE TOO LATE AND SOME DIE TOO EARLY. STILL THE DOCTRINE SOUNDS STRANGE: ‘DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME.’DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME: THUS ZARATHUSTRA TEACHES. TO BE SURE, HE WHO NEVER LIVED AT THE RIGHT TIME COULD HARDLY DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME! BETTER IF HE WERE NEVER TO BE BORN! – THUS I ADVISE THE SUPERFLUOUS. BUT EVEN THE SUPERFLUOUS MAKE A GREAT THING OF THEIR DYING; YES, EVEN THE HOLLOWEST NUT WANTS TO BE CRACKED. EVERYONE TREATS DEATH AS AN IMPORTANT MATTER: BUT AS YET DEATH IS NOT A FESTIVAL. AS YET, MEN HAVE NOT LEARNED TO CONSECRATE THE FAIREST FESTIVALS. I SHALL SHOW YOU THE CONSUMMATING DEATH, WHICH SHALL BE A SPUR AND A PROMISE TO THE LIVING. THE MAN CONSUMMATING HIS LIFE DIES HIS DEATH TRIUMPHANTLY.... TO DIE THUS IS THE BEST DEATH; BUT THE SECOND BEST IS: TO DIE IN BATTLE AND TO SQUANDER A GREAT SOUL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1 , TELL ME: HOW DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE? BECAUSE IT IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS AND SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE; IT ALWAYS BESTOWS ITSELF. ONLY AS AN IMAGE OF THE HIGHEST VIRTUE DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE. GOLD-LIKE GLEAMS THE GLANCE OF THE GIVER.... THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS, IT IS SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE: THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS A BESTOWING VIRTUE. TRULY, I DIVINE YOU WELL, MY DISCIPLES, YOU ASPIRE TO THE BESTOWING VIRTUE, AS I DO.... YOU THIRST TO BECOME SACRIFICES AND GIFTS YOURSELVES; AND THAT IS WHY YOU THIRST TO HEAP UP ALL RICHES IN YOUR SOUL. YOUR SOUL ASPIRES INSATIABLY AFTER TREASURES AND JEWELS, BECAUSE YOUR VIRTUE IS INSATIABLE IN WANTING TO GIVE. YOU COMPEL ALL THINGS TO COME TO YOU AND INTO YOU, THAT THEY MAY FLOW BACK FROM YOUR FOUNTAIN AS GIFTS OF YOUR LOVE at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2, HERE ZARATHUSTRA FELL SILENT A WHILE AND REGARDED HIS DISCIPLES LOVINGLY. THEN HE WENT ON SPEAKING THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: STAY LOYAL TO THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS, WITH THE POWER OF YOUR VIRTUE! MAY YOUR BESTOWING LOVE AND YOUR KNOWLEDGE SERVE TOWARDS THE MEANING OF THE EARTH! THUS I BEG AND ENTREAT YOU.... A HUNDRED TIMES HAS SPIRIT AS WELL AS VIRTUE EXPERIMENTED AND GONE ASTRAY. YES, MAN WAS AN EXPERIMENT. ALAS, MUCH IGNORANCE AND ERROR HAS BECOME BODY IN US! NOT ONLY THE REASON OF MILLENNIA – THE MADNESS OF MILLENNIA TOO BREAKS OUT IN US. IT IS DANGEROUS TO BE AN HEIR. WE ARE STILL FIGHTING STEP BY STEP WITH THE GIANT CHANCE, AND HITHERTO THE SENSELESS, THE MEANINGLESS, HAS STILL RULED OVER MANKIND. MAY YOUR SPIRIT AND YOUR VIRTUE SERVE THE MEANING OF THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS: AND MAY THE VALUE OF ALL THINGS BE FIXED ANEW BY YOU. TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE FIGHTERS! TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE CREATORS! THE BODY PURIFIES ITSELF THROUGH KNOWLEDGE; EXPERIMENTING WITH KNOWLEDGE IT ELEVATES ITSELF.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SAID THESE WORDS HE PAUSED LIKE ONE WHO HAS NOT SAID HIS LAST WORD; LONG HE BALANCED THE STAFF DOUBTFULLY IN HIS HAND. AT LAST HE SPOKE THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: I NOWGO AWAY ALONE, MY DISCIPLES! YOU TOO NOWGO AWAY AND BE ALONE! SO I WILL HAVE IT. TRULY, I ADVISE YOU: GO AWAY FROM ME AND GUARD YOURSELVES AGAINST ZARATHUSTRA! AND BETTER STILL: BE ASHAMED OF HIM! PERHAPS HE HAS DECEIVED YOU. THE MAN OF KNOWLEDGE MUST BE ABLE NOT ONLY TO LOVE HIS ENEMIES BUT ALSO TO HATE HIS FRIENDS. ONE REPAYS A TEACHER BADLY IF ONE REMAINS ONLY A PUPIL. AND WHY, THEN, SHOULD YOU NOT PLUCK AT MY LAURELS? YOU RESPECT ME; BUT HOW IF ONE DAY YOUR RESPECT SHOULD TUMBLE? TAKE CARE THAT A FALLING STATUE DOES NOT STRIKE YOU DEAD! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands, ZARATHUSTRA HAS RETURNED TO THE MOUNTAINS WHERE HE LIVES A SOLITARY EXISTENCE FOR MANY YEARS – UNTIL ONE MORNING HE HAS A DREAM. FILLED WITH NEW RESOLVE AND AN OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO SHARE HIS WORDS WITH HIS FRIENDS, ZARATHUSTRA SPEAKS THUS: BEHOLD, WHAT ABUNDANCE IS AROUND US! AND IT IS FINE TO GAZE OUT UPON DISTANT SEAS FROM THE MIDST OF SUPERFLUITY. ONCE YOU SAID ‘GOD’ WHEN YOU GAZED UPON DISTANT SEAS; BUT NOW I HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO SAY ‘SUPERMAN’. GOD IS A SUPPOSITION; BUT I WANT YOUR SUPPOSING TO REACH NO FURTHER THAN YOUR CREATING WILL. COULD YOU CREATE A GOD? – SO BE SILENT ABOUT ALL GODS! BUT YOU COULD SURELY CREATE THE SUPERMAN. PERHAPS NOT YOU YOURSELVES, MY BROTHERS! BUT YOU COULD TRANSFORM YOURSELVES INTO FOREFATHERS AND ANCESTORS OF THE SUPERMAN: AND LET THIS BE YOUR FINEST CREATING! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate, AS LONG AS MEN HAVE EXISTED, MAN HAS ENJOYED HIMSELF TOO LITTLE: THAT ALONE, MY BROTHERS, IS OUR ORIGINAL SIN! AND IF WE LEARN BETTER TO ENJOY OURSELVES, WE BEST UNLEARN HOW TO DO HARM TO OTHERS AND TO CONTRIVE HARM. THEREFORE I WASH MY HAND WHEN IT HAS HELPED A SUFFERER, THEREFORE I WIPE MY SOUL CLEAN AS WELL. FOR I SAWTHE SUFFERER SUFFER, AND BECAUSE I SAWIT IWAS ASHAMED ON ACCOUNT OF HIS SHAME; AND WHEN I HELPED HIM, THEN I SORELY INJURED HIS PRIDE.... ‘BE RESERVED IN ACCEPTING! HONOUR A MAN BY ACCEPTING FROM HIM!’ – THUS I ADVISE THOSE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. I, HOWEVER, AM A GIVER: I GIVE GLADLY AS A FRIEND TO FRIENDS. BUT STRANGERS AND THE POOR MAY PLUCK THE FRUIT FROM MY TREE FOR THEMSELVES: IT CAUSES LESS SHAME THAT WAY.... AND WE ARE THE MOST UNFAIR, NOT TOWARDS HIM WHOM WE DO NOT LIKE, BUT TOWARDS HIM FOR WHOM WE FEEL NOTHING AT ALL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests, AND ONE DAY ZARATHUSTRA MADE A SIGN TO HIS DISCIPLES AND SPOKE THESE WORDS TO THEM: HERE ARE PRIESTS: AND ALTHOUGH THEY ARE MY ENEMIES, PASS THEM BY QUIETLY AND WITH SLEEPING SWORDS!... THEY ARE BAD ENEMIES: NOTHING IS MORE REVENGEFUL THAN THEIR HUMILITY. AND HE WHO TOUCHES THEM IS EASILY DEFILED.... HE WHOM THEY CALL REDEEMER HAS CAST THEM INTO BONDAGE – INTO THE BONDAGE OF FALSE VALUES AND FALSE SCRIPTURES! AH, THAT SOMEONE WOULD REDEEM THEM FROM THEIR REDEEMER!... OH, JUST LOOK AT THESE HUTS THAT THESE PRIESTS HAVE BUILT THEMSELVES. CHURCHES THEY CALL THEIR SWEETSMELLING CAVES! OH THIS COUNTERFEIT LIGHT! OH THIS MUSTY AIR! HERE, WHERE THE SOUL MAY NOT FLY UP TO ITS HEIGHT! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song, IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A LEAPING FOUNTAIN. IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE SONG OF A LOVER. SOMETHING UNQUENCHED, UNQUENCHABLE, IS IN ME, THAT WANTS TO SPEAK OUT. A CRAVING FOR LOVE IS IN ME, THAT ITSELF SPEAKS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE. LIGHT AM I: AH, THAT I WERE NIGHT! BUT THIS IS MY SOLITUDE, THAT I AM GIRDED ROUND WITH LIGHT.... I LIVE IN MY OWN LIGHT, I DRINK BACK INTO MYSELF THE FLAMES THAT BREAK FROM ME. I DO NOT KNOWTHE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING. IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING; IT IS MY ENVY THAT I SEE EXPECTANT EYES AND ILLUMINED NIGHTS OF DESIRE.... at energyenhancement.org

 

 

 
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