CHAPTER 3. IN SEARCH OF A LOST TREASUREA day was appointed when they were going to declare him as a world teacher, enlightened. InHolland six thousand representatives <strong>of</strong> the <strong>The</strong>osophical Movement gathered from all over theworld. And at the last moment, when he was going to declare it, he stood up and said, ”I am not aworld teacher and I refuse to be the head <strong>of</strong> any organization.”A special organization, <strong>The</strong> Star <strong>of</strong> the East, was created for him, which would work for the worldteacher. It was a section <strong>of</strong> the <strong>The</strong>osophical Movement.He carried those wounds his whole life. Those twenty-five years he could not forgive his teachers. Itis a very strange case, and a tragic case.So when he was speaking he was not free from his past experiences, he was still fighting againstthose teachers who had forced him. I don’t think that he was really enlightened. He had the capacityand the intelligence to be<strong>com</strong>e enlightened, and he was very close to enlightenment. <strong>The</strong> onlybarrier was his hatred, anger, about his masters and their behavior <strong>with</strong> him. That anger continuedas an undercurrent.I love the man. He has contributed great insights to the world, but he himself remained just closeto enlightenment. He was not a Gautam Buddha, or a Ma Tzu, or a <strong>Hyakujo</strong>. I feel sad to say it,because I love him. His insights are very clear, but something was pulling him back, he could notopen up in full flower. Something remained hanging around him, around his psychology. He was nota man <strong>of</strong> absolute freedom, although he talked about it.He was a sincere man, otherwise he would not have refused to be the world teacher. He knew thathe was not enlightened and that it would be insincere, dishonest, to declare himself as the worldteacher. I love his honesty, but that does not mean I have to say that he was enlightened. Perhapsnext life – this life he missed, and he missed because <strong>of</strong> his teachers.Now, it is Anando time....Loony Larry is wobbling home from the pub along the railway tracks. It is a fullmoon night, and Larryis well plastered <strong>with</strong> rum.All <strong>of</strong> a sudden, he trips over a human leg lying on the tracks. He picks himself up, rubs his eyes indisbelief, and staggers on.A few minutes later, he stumbles over another leg lying on the tracks. Next, he <strong>com</strong>es across anarm. By now, Looney Larry has be<strong>com</strong>e really interested, and when he sees a body, he stops tohave a good look at it.Walking around the body, he scratches his chin, and mumbles to himself, ”That coat looks ratherfamiliar! I wonder if it is...” But just then, he steps backwards and falls over a head.He stares in drunken shock at the head, recognizing the face <strong>of</strong> his friend, Harry. <strong>The</strong>n, Larry seesan ear lying on the ground a few feet away. He crawls over to the ear, picks it up, and shouts into it,”Harry! Harry! Are you alright?”<strong>Hyakujo</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Everest</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Zen</strong>, <strong>with</strong> Basho’s <strong>Haikus</strong> 50 Osho
CHAPTER 3. IN SEARCH OF A LOST TREASUREFather Fumble is giving confession one day, when Seamus <strong>com</strong>es in and tells him that he has beenhaving an affair.”I see,” says Fumble, ”but I cannot bless you until you tell me the woman’s name.””Okay, Father,” replies Seamus. ”She’s the most gorgeous blonde you have ever seen – and hername is Pussy Green.”<strong>The</strong> next Sunday, Father Fumble is getting ready for mass when a stunning blonde in a tiny skirtwiggles down the aisle to the front seats.Father Fumble fumbles for his glasses, slips them on, and takes a good look at her.”Is that Pussy Green?” he whispers to little Albert, the choir boy.Albert looks hard this way and that.”No, Father,” he replies, ”I think it is just the reflection from the stained-glass windows.”Pope the Polack arrives at New Delhi airport, on the first leg <strong>of</strong> his ten-million-dollar Catholic missionto the East.<strong>The</strong> Polack steps <strong>of</strong>f the plane and immediately falls to his knees weeping, and then kisses therunway.Cardinal Singh, the head <strong>of</strong> the Indian Catholic church, rushes up to the Polack pope and helps himto his feet.”My goodness, Holy Father!” cries the cardinal. ”Why did you do that?””Well,” says the Polack, wiping his lips, and drying his eyes. ”Have you ever flown Air India?”I have been calling Nivedano’s drums, Anando, up to now, to hit her so deep that she goes throughthe breakthrough. She has gone through it, and it is a joyous and blissful evening for every <strong>of</strong> you.For this series the drum will still be called Anando, but for other reasons – to wel<strong>com</strong>e her home.Anando...(Drumbeat)(Gibberish)(Drumbeat)Close your eyes. Feel your body to be <strong>com</strong>pletely frozen. Look inward <strong>with</strong> great urgency, as if thismoment is the last moment <strong>of</strong> your life. Only <strong>with</strong> great urgency can you reach to your buddhahood.It is not far away.<strong>Hyakujo</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Everest</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Zen</strong>, <strong>with</strong> Basho’s <strong>Haikus</strong> 51 Osho