This book contains excerpts from Osho’s talks, including several originally published under the title ‘From Sex to Superconsciousness’. Human sex, Osho says, can become a door to superconsciousness. “This strong and recurring pull toward sex is for the momentary experience of a state of samadhi, no-mind, for the superconsciousness it brings.
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Osho sees sex as the starting point of all journeys to love. All life, all expression, all flowering, he believes, is nothing but sex energy transformed. Osho says, “All our songs, all our poetry, all our art and paintings, all our temples and the statues in them have directly or indirectly become centered around sex.” According to him sex is godly and the energy of sex is divine energy. It is the greatest and most mysterious force of all and that is why this energy creates new life.
Love, says Osho, is the experience of oneness, the experience when the walls between two people have crumbled down and their beings have met, united, and become one and when this same experience happens between an individual and the whole, that experience is godliness.
According to Osho there are two ways to reach to one’s consciousness, one, sex and the other meditation. At the root of meditation there is the experience of lovemaking. Sex is the way provided by nature. “So long as we make use only of nature’s way, Osho says, we are not above the animals. Until we rise above this, until we transcend this, we live the way animals do. The animal in man is always anxious to be let loose.”
Some of Osho’s observations:
The ego only understands the language of taking; love is the language of giving.
The energy that becomes ambition is repressed sex.
Man has done everything to hide the fact that he is an animal.
People who can love beautifully and have the joy of life will not be competitive.
Sex has become an obsession, a disease, a wound. Osho says that, what happened to the holy man in the following story has happened to the whole of humanity as far as sex is concerned.
One day a so-called holy man was leaving his house to see some of his friends - when, at the gate, he met a childhood friend who had come to see him. The holy man welcomed the friend and said that he had promised to visit some friends and it would be difficult to postpone it. So he asked his friend to take rest in his house till he returned. The friend then replied “my clothes were very dirty...” “but if you can just give me something fresh, I will change and come along with you.”
Sometime earlier, a rich man had given the holy man some valuable clothes, and he had been saving them for some grand occasion. Joyfully, he brought them out. His friend put on the precious coat, the turban, the beautiful shoes. He looked like a king! Looking at his friend, the holy man felt a bit jealous; in comparison he looked like a servant and he began to feel inferior.
n the surface he tried to converse with his friend on other topics, but inwardly his mind hovered around the coat and the turban. On the way, although they were walking together, passersby only looked at his friend, not at him. He began to feel depressed.
They reached the house that they were intending to visit and he introduced his friend: “This is my friend Jamaal, a childhood friend. He is a very lovely man.” and suddenly he blurted, “And the clothes? They are mine!”
The friend was stunned. Their hosts were also astonished. The holy man also realized that the remark had been uncalled for, but by then it was too late. He regretted his blunder and because of it, he repressed his mind even more.
Coming out of the house, he apologized to his friend. The friend said, “I was dumbfounded. How could you say something like that?”
The holy man said, “Forgive me. This really was a mistake. How such a thing came out of my mouth, I do not know.”
They started for another friend’s house. As they arrived at the gate of the other friend’s house he made a firm resolution that he would not say that the clothes were his. Thus occupied in an inner struggle, the holy man went into the house. He began introducing his friend very carefully, “This is my friend. A childhood friend. A very fine gentleman. And the clothes...those are his not mine.”
The people were amazed. They had never before heard such an introduction.
“The clothes are his not mine!”
As they left the house, he again apologized profusely. “A big blunder,” he admitted.
The friend, now quite indignant, said he would not go any farther with him.
The holy man grabbed his arm and begged, “Please don’t do that. I swear not to mention the clothes again. With my whole heart, I swear to god I will not mention the clothes anymore.”
They went to a third friend’s house. Slowly and carefully he spoke each and every word of his introduction: “Meet my friend. He is a very old friend, a very nice man he is...” For a moment he faltered. He blurted out, “And the clothes? Pardon me, I won’t talk about them, because I have sworn not to!”
Tailpiece:
A sign on the door said “Don’t spit on the floor,” So he carefully spat on the ceiling.
