Bhagwan Shree,

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Q. At first my immediate reaction to hearing the stuff about terrorists and their shibir was that this guy is swash buckling only. It appeared like cock and bull stories. When I was refused entry to the so called shibir I was damn sure about that. Then my best friend suggested that I should attend your session and talk to you for participating in such shibir. When I did come to you: you as if reading my mind told me what I was thinking and allowed me to participate warning me of the imminent dangers. Shibir and danger? Amazing! 

    And when I realized what you said, the terror had stuck me. It was too late! I still remember the fourth day of the shibir when 20-25 armed militants rowed over the shibir to kill you and participating militants. An open clash was unavoidable. The nightmare had come, but for you. I was terror stuck when you refused the participating militants to take up any weapons or budge a bit from the House. I thought that was the best thing to do seeing our large numbers.

    Amidst the firing sitting on the tree I saw you walking towards the militants as if you were taking a pleasure stroll. Was it a motion picture I was witnessing? As I saw you standing there smiling amidst the bullets being fired missing you by inches, I thought of only one thing to do and that was to call the police through my mobile. It dawned on me soon enough, that we were far away from the remotest civilisation. I started cursing myself. I thought this guy is mad, crazy, he will not only get himself killed but me also.

    My skepticism and terror soon started to wither out. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the attackers turning into participants. What was the exchange I couldn't make out. Later we all wished we were standing besides you to hear what happened. It was a terrible one or two hours I passed sitting like a stupid fool on that idiotic tree. To tell you, you are a daredevil, incredible, amazing may be insane, mad, crazy, weirdo and what not to .....................

Q. I reached ur home just 2 know that u are taking a shivir. Having flown just 2 meet u I 2k a tiring jorney to the remotest area. On reaching I was informd that u were taking a special shivir & nobody was allowed to go ther. Then when I was allowed, I found piles of guns, AK47 or what not & the like. I was given th skedule & was informd that group therapies & meditations were going on.  A look at skedule told me that killing meditation, bombing meditation etc. were going on. I wondered Dev whats this? Hv u gone mad? So what next? Massacre Meditation?  Hw will u relate that 2 no-mind, no-brain, no-body medit. at the nite? Was it another EVIL GURU called OSHO in the making? The end of wait of 3 hrs came with an incredible, amazing wonderful scene. Some terrorists crying, some laughing, some sitting & hugging as I entered the area. Was it a madhouse? All my doubts melted as they started bowing & touching my feet as I entered. Were they terrorists or wonderful human beings? I wish I was in ur normal shivirs participating esp. Krishna chetn Shivir. 

Q. See guy, have you flipped your cork? When I Fw your mail of How to be happy 24 hours a day to my uncle who if very fond of your mails, he told me that why is he distributing it free? He told me that there is a book called 'Power of Now' by Eckhart Tolle, bestseller and your idea and writings go much deeper than that of his. Man you could be swinging bucks if you just expand your how to be happy 24 hours a day theme and make it a book. Having been with you for 4 years in a college I know it is piece of cake for you. Lets face it man, people don't deserve and appreciate free lunch. Guy, I know the first impression you create is that of weird person, but you are wiser than anybody I have meet in my life. So don't act like a stupid and start getting money for your work.  

Q. DEAR DEVANG – WELL IT WAS GOOD TO READ AND BE ABLE TO SHARE UR WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE about BEING AWAKE.

Q. YOU GOT TO BE OUT OF YOUR MIND TO CONTROL, MESMERIZE AND ATTRACT 5,000 PEOPLE IN YOUR SESSION WHEN YOU ARE BREAKING EVERY BELIEF OF THEIRS!!!  ? AND I AM PART OF THAT 5,000. 

Q. Dearest DD, we care for you, cry for you, laugh for you and love you very much.  Please please please please for heavens sake stop the crazy ideas of taking shivirs for terrorists etc. Pls stop being revolutionary in your normal shivirs and sessions too or the day isn't far when somebody will kill you or will poison you. The very people you are working for will murder you. What will happen then? What could have happened if some terrorists would have just shot you dead? Don't waste your talents. 

And other similar questions on this line...........

Answer: (01) Terrorism can remain till Terror is there. The problem is you wanted to be as a watcher in the shivir which wasn't for you. Militancy can remain till military is there. Whom will you blame when Iraqis after some years start attacking US through terrorism? This is the reason for the evolution, not only of humans into higher state but for the whole society. A Vaishya society or capitalism in the process of prosperity in the due course murders and destroys itself. A vaishya society if in its peak doesn't become Kshatriya and Kshatriya Brahmin it reaches its end by its own load. By the way why do we always use words like dare devil. Can't we have daregods and dareangels. 

I wish I could drag the US government (BUSH), military and politicians to the same shivir and subject them to same things. Because there is absolutely no difference between their psyches and states!

(02) Anything can become meditation. You have to start from where you are. When the whole negativity is there without throwing it out how can you enter into no-mind, no-brain, no-body? And it is better doing killing meditation than killing. Oh yes massacre meditation is also possible. Catharsis is necessary for evolution. You have to undergo whole of your psyche just to reach beyond psyche! Evolution is long due! You have to take quantum jump from mind to no-mind and then next quantum jump from nowhere to nowhere. 

Evil, bad and good both co-exist and both are gods. It is only when you transcend both you reach GOD. 

Thank God I was born when OSHO was still living or you will lament me as his reincarnation. Stop this stupidity!

(03) I have already answered the money thing. What is money? comes right after aches heel? How much do you need to live? In gathering means for living we forget the actual living. I am living here and now. I still remember days when I never used to have money to buy the books I wanted. It was impossible to cope up with my rate of 3-4 books per day. And even today I think it is impossible to cope up with my speed reading! So how do and what do I charge for something that is your own nature? Something that is inherent in you? What does Oxygen or Sun charge you? It is time society becomes free from personal wealth and knowledge to transcend to one world wealth and knowledge. And time for persons to become free from society and personalities to transcend to nothingness and individuality.

(04) Agreed some may be harmed. But some who will be harmed will be harmed without my doing or writing anything. It is that: that they want to be swine's and hence ........ But for me they are GODS.  If they read this they may be in due course reminded of their stupidity. So ultimately ..............

Where is pearl? And where is swine? Is is all our EGO. I am there everywhere. I see and know God in everything. The absolute nothingness prevails. Where are boundaries? All boundaries are EGO!

(05) First I thank all of you for your love. All. But if you know this body only, you don't know me. That which can be killed or murdered or poisoned isn't me. And until you know that me you are just standing on the fence of LOVE and not actually LOVING or knowing LOVE. And the road to that me is from your 'self'.

(06) There is one interesting question: What would have happened had I been murdered or killed or poisoned? 

Nothing the same people who would have killed this body would have formed a religion around me.

(07) NOW COMES THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF MY EMAIL THE ACTUAL PART:

You all suggest or ask that am I mad, crazy etc? Oh yes I am. I am a madman. Remember when Jesus was asked who will enter the kingdom of GOD. He had replied only those who have become child like. But remember not children but child like. A child is yet vulnerable. When a grown up or old becomes child like the circle is complete. His child likeness is qualitatively different and invulnerable. Similarly a person who can't handle mind becomes mad. And you all are mad to certain degrees. But a person who has transcended mind or become no mind also appears like mad. But his madness is qualitatively different. Yes I am divinely MAD. And the real answer to all your questions begins now: 

God is mad.

If you are ready to be a little mad, only then is there any possibility of any contact between you and the infinite.
It has to be so.
When the whole ocean drops into a drop, the drop is going to get crazy.
When the infinite descends into the finite, how can the finite remain sane?
It has to go mad.
The old mystics have always called it
" THE DIVINE MADNESS "
All meditation is an approach towards divine madness.
Stake all human sanity.
It is better to be mad in a divine way than to be sane in a human way.
I am crazy. 

------Osho

And why to write more? Instead I will Quote Kahlil Gibrans Madman. I still shiver and tears flow through my eyes when I read it, though many years have passed by since I first read it. I don’t know how even before my birth Khalil Gibran could capture the Madman or write about me or classes of Madman so perfectly well. Gibran wasn’t enlightened but still he managed to capture it, is itself a beauty. This is the reason we say Koran or Vedas or scriptures weren’t written but they came, they descended!!!! And what Gibran has written is far valuable and better than thousands of scriptures, the burden of which you carry. Yes, I am the madman he is talking about.

The Madman

By Kahlil Gibran

You ask me how I became a madman.  It happened thus:  One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."  

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman."  I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time.  For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety.  Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

God

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave.  Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more." 

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.  Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all."

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.  In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom."

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and gain spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow.  I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also.

My Friend

My friend, I am not what I seem.  Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do--for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

When thou sayest, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say, "Aye it doth blow eastward"; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand.  I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.  I would be with night alone.

When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"—for I would not have thee see my Hell.  The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils.  And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it.  I would be in Hell alone.

Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things.  But in my heart I laught at thy love.  Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.

My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.  And yet I am mad.  But I mask my madness.  I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand?  My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.

THINK, FEEL AND DRINK THIS NECTAR!

Thanks, Love and Regards

My Pranam

Devang H.Dattani

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