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CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND will be surprised to find out the real voice; perhaps it is your mother – you will hear her speak again. Perhaps it is your father; it is not at all difficult to detect. It remains there, recorded in you exactly as it was given to you for the first time – the advice, the order, the discipline, the commandment. You may find many people: the priest, the teachers, the friends, the neighbors, the relatives. There is no need to fight. Just knowing that it is not your voice but somebody else’s – whosoever that somebody else is – you know that you are not going to follow it. Whatsoever the consequences, good or bad, now you are deciding to move on your own, you are deciding to be mature. Enough you have remained a child. Enough you have remained dependent. Enough you have listened to all these voices and followed them. And where have they brought you? In a mess. So once you figure out whose voice it is, say goodbye to it... because the person who had given that voice to you was not your enemy. His intention was not bad, but it is not a question of his intention. The question is that he imposed something on you which is not coming from your own inner source; and anything that comes from outside makes you a psychological slave. Sheela, put this light out; this is driving me Oregonian! It is only your own voice which will lead you into a blossoming, into freedom. Yes, the path in the beginning will look dangerous, because you were always holding the hand of your father, your priest, your rabbi, your mother; and when a child is holding the hand of the father there is no fear, no danger. He can rely on the father. But now you are holding his hand only in imagination; there is no father, it is pure imagination. And it is better to know that you are alone and there is no hand supporting you, because then you will try to find your own way to protect yourself against dangers. It is dangerous to go on believing that you are still protected when you are not really protected. That’s what has happened to millions of people in the world. They feel they are protected – protected by God, protected by all kinds of things. There is no God. There is nobody to protect you. You are alone, and you have to accept your aloneness joyously. In fact, it is a tremendous ecstasy that nobody is holding your hand. My grandfather loved me very much, just because of my mischiefs. Even in his old age he was mischievous. He never liked my father or my uncles because they were all against this old man’s mischievousness. They all said to him, ”You are now seventy and you should behave. Now your sons are fifty, fifty-five, your daughters are fifty, their children are married, their children’s children are there – and you go on doing such things that we feel ashamed.” I was the only one with whom he was intimate, because I loved the old man for the simple reason that he had not lost his childhood even at the age of seventy. He was as mischievous as any child. And he would play his mischief even on his own sons and daughters and sons-in-law, and they would be just shocked. From Ignorance to Innocence 168 Osho
CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND I was his only confidant because we conspired together. Of course many things he could not do – I had to do them. For example, his son-in-law was sleeping in the room and my grandfather could not go up onto the roof, but I could go. So we conspired together; he would help me, he would become a ladder for me to go onto the roof and remove a tile. And with just a bamboo and a brush attached to it, in the night, touching the face of the son-in-law.... He would scream, and the whole house would run there.... ”What is the matter?” But by that time we had disappeared, and he would say, ”There was some ghost or somebody just touching my face. I tried to catch him but I could not; it was dark.” My grandfather remained utterly innocent, and I saw the great freedom that he had. In my whole family he was the eldest. He should have been the most serious and most burdened with so many problems and so many anxieties, but nothing affected him. Everybody was serious and worried when there were problems; only he was not worried. But one thing I never liked – that’s why I remembered him this moment – and that was sleeping with him. He had the habit of sleeping with his face covered and I would have to sleep with my face also covered, and that was suffocating. I told him clearly, ”About everything I agree, but this I cannot tolerate. You cannot sleep with your face uncovered; I cannot sleep with my face covered – it suffocates me. You do it lovingly” – he would keep me close to his heart and cover me completely – ”that’s perfectly good, but in the morning my heart will not be beating. Your intention is good, but you will be alive in the morning and I will be gone. So our friendship is out of the bed.” He wanted me there because he loved me and he had said, ”Why don’t you come and sleep with me?” I said, ”You know perfectly well that I don’t want to be suffocated by anybody, even if his intention is good. You love me and you would like to keep me close to your heart even in the night.” Also, we used to go for a long walk in the mornings, and sometimes, when there was a moon, in the night. But I never allowed him to hold my hand. And he would say, ”But why? You may fall, you may stumble upon a stone or anything.” I said, ”That’s better. Let me stumble, it is not going to kill me. It will teach me how not to stumble, how to be alert, how to remember where the rocks are. But you holding my hand – how long can you hold my hand? How long are you going to be with me? If you can guarantee that you will always be with me, then of course I am willing.” He was a very sincere man; he said, ”That I cannot guarantee; I cannot even say about tomorrow. And one thing is certain, you will live long and I will be dead, so I will not be here forever to hold your hand.” ”Then,” I said, ”It is better for me to learn from now, because one day you will leave me in the middle, helpless. And if you have trained me to hold your hand, then there are only two ways: either I start living in a fiction – God the father....” Why do you call God ”the father”? Yes, there are two kinds of religions in the world. A few religions call God ”the mother”, and a few religions call God ”the father”. The majority of religions call God ”the father” for the simple reason that the majority of societies are patriarchal, male chauvinist. And a very few – small tribes around the world – are still matriarchal, where the woman is higher than the man. Naturally God cannot be a man in those societies; in those societies God is the mother. From Ignorance to Innocence 169 Osho
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CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND<br />
I was his only confidant because we conspired <strong>to</strong>gether. Of course many things he could not do – I<br />
had <strong>to</strong> do them. For example, his son-in-law was sleeping in the room and my grandfather could not<br />
go up on<strong>to</strong> the roof, but I could go. So we conspired <strong>to</strong>gether; he would help me, he would be<strong>com</strong>e a<br />
ladder for me <strong>to</strong> go on<strong>to</strong> the roof and remove a tile. And with just a bamboo and a brush attached <strong>to</strong><br />
it, in the night, <strong>to</strong>uching the face of the son-in-law.... He would scream, and the whole house would<br />
run there.... ”What is the matter?” But by that time we had disappeared, and he would say, ”There<br />
was some ghost or somebody just <strong>to</strong>uching my face. I tried <strong>to</strong> catch him but I could not; it was dark.”<br />
My grandfather remained utterly innocent, and I saw the great freedom that he had. In my whole<br />
family he was the eldest. He should have been the most serious and most burdened with so many<br />
problems and so many anxieties, but nothing affected him. Everybody was serious and worried<br />
when there were problems; only he was not worried. But one thing I never liked – that’s why I<br />
remembered him this moment – and that was sleeping with him. He had the habit of sleeping with<br />
his face covered and I would have <strong>to</strong> sleep with my face also covered, and that was suffocating.<br />
I <strong>to</strong>ld him clearly, ”About everything I agree, but this I cannot <strong>to</strong>lerate. You cannot sleep with your<br />
face uncovered; I cannot sleep with my face covered – it suffocates me. You do it lovingly” – he would<br />
keep me close <strong>to</strong> his heart and cover me <strong>com</strong>pletely – ”that’s perfectly good, but in the morning my<br />
heart will not be beating. Your intention is good, but you will be alive in the morning and I will be<br />
gone. So our friendship is out of the bed.”<br />
He wanted me there because he loved me and he had said, ”Why don’t you <strong>com</strong>e and sleep with<br />
me?”<br />
I said, ”You know perfectly well that I don’t want <strong>to</strong> be suffocated by anybody, even if his intention is<br />
good. You love me and you would like <strong>to</strong> keep me close <strong>to</strong> your heart even in the night.” Also, we<br />
used <strong>to</strong> go for a long walk in the mornings, and sometimes, when there was a moon, in the night. But<br />
I never allowed him <strong>to</strong> hold my hand. And he would say, ”But why? You may fall, you may stumble<br />
upon a s<strong>to</strong>ne or anything.”<br />
I said, ”That’s better. Let me stumble, it is not going <strong>to</strong> kill me. It will teach me how not <strong>to</strong> stumble,<br />
how <strong>to</strong> be alert, how <strong>to</strong> remember where the rocks are. But you holding my hand – how long can<br />
you hold my hand? How long are you going <strong>to</strong> be with me? If you can guarantee that you will always<br />
be with me, then of course I am willing.”<br />
He was a very sincere man; he said, ”That I cannot guarantee; I cannot even say about <strong>to</strong>morrow.<br />
And one thing is certain, you will live long and I will be dead, so I will not be here forever <strong>to</strong> hold your<br />
hand.”<br />
”Then,” I said, ”It is better for me <strong>to</strong> learn from now, because one day you will leave me in the middle,<br />
helpless. And if you have trained me <strong>to</strong> hold your hand, then there are only two ways: either I start<br />
living in a fiction – God the father....”<br />
Why do you call God ”the father”? Yes, there are two kinds of religions in the world. A few religions<br />
call God ”the mother”, and a few religions call God ”the father”. The majority of religions call God<br />
”the father” for the simple reason that the majority of societies are patriarchal, male chauvinist. And<br />
a very few – small tribes around the world – are still matriarchal, where the woman is higher than<br />
the man. Naturally God cannot be a man in those societies; in those societies God is the mother.<br />
<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 169 <strong>Osho</strong>