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God is the guest
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Art of Meditation
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Don’t Control Mind
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Osho on Mind's trap
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Mount Sumeru & King
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The Musical Instrument
- Drop the False
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Grace of Buddha
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React from awareness
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Buddha on Awareness
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Nobody is fully aware
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Buddha Mahaparinirvana
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Transformation of Angulimal
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Waiting Key
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Buddha Middle
Path
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Martial Arts as Meditation
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Buddhist Monk & Amrapali
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Buddha meditation to Ananda
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Woodcutter & mine of dreams
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Osho on Transformation of Angulimal
Osho :
If
you go into the outside world, people will be hostile to you, but you have
to be compassionate to them. Let hostility and compassion stand facing each
other. It is one of the fundamental laws of life that compassion cannot be
defeated by hostility. Compassion simply changes the hostile person. So
don’t be worried that you will be facing hostility. Be concerned about
compassion, love. Just start looking into people’s eyes with grace. That
will disturb them more – and I want to disturb them!
There was a man in Gautam Buddha’s time whose name was Angulimal. He had
taken a vow to cut off one thousand heads, and to take one finger from each
dead person and make a garland of one thousand fingers. Angulimal means the
man with the garland of one thousand fingers. He was a ferocious man. People
stopped going close to him. The road that passed by the hill where he was
staying was no longer being used. He had already cut off nine hundred and
ninety-nine heads; he was waiting for only one more.
The road that passed by his hill was utterly empty, nobody was coming. And
then Buddha came to pass. That road was the shortcut, but people were going
the long way around, just to avoid Angulimal. Naturally, Buddha took the
shortcut.
His disciples said, ”Bhagwan, you don’t know what you are doing! Haven’t you
heard about that madman, Angulimal? It is better to go the long, roundabout
way, rather than to take the shortcut.” But people like Gautam Buddha never
turn back. He said, ”I cannot turn back, now even more than before. If I had
not known about Angulimal, perhaps I might have taken the other road. That
poor fellow is waiting for only one head! My work is done; I have known all
that can be known, I have experienced all that can be experienced. Now there
is no reason for me.... If I can be of some service to that poor man, it
will be good.”
He
went. Angulimal saw him. Buddha’s disciples, who were always clambering
around him, by and by started creating a distance between him and
themselves. If he was caught, at least they could escape. Angulimal saw
Gautam Buddha coming. Even that dangerous man, who had murdered nine hundred
and ninety-nine people already, felt for the first time that he also had a
heart. Gautam Buddha was looking so innocent, so childlike and so beautiful
in the early morning sun.
Angulimal shouted, ”You please turn back, because only one head is missing!
Perhaps you are a stranger... but looking at you, something in me says ‘Let
this man go – there are many idiots, I can cut off their heads.’ Even if my
mother comes here, I will cut off her head! But you please go back. Don’t
come close to me – I am dangerous! Do you see my sword? It is waiting for
the last head.” Gautam Buddha continued. He stepped off the road and started
moving into the mountains, closer to Angulimal.
Angulimal said, ”It seems you are more mad than me. Why are you going on and
on and on?”
Buddha said, ”Angulimal, I stopped going anywhere a long time ago. I am not
going anywhere, it is you
who are.” Angulimal was standing there – Buddha was walking!
Angulimal said, ”Certainly you are mad. You are walking, moving, and you say
you have stopped a long time ago. I am standing, and you say, ‘You are
moving.’”
Buddha said, ”Just try to understand. Your mind is moving, thinking. My mind
is silent, there is no movement. And you will not get a better head. It is
really a joy to fulfill your vow. Prepare your sword.”
Angulimal could not understand what kind of man he was. He was in a great
shock; he had never come across such a man! He was ashamed of himself for
the first time in his life. He could not look at Buddha eye to eye, because
those eyes were radiating compassion, love, grace, joy, blissfulness,
ecstasy – things that he had never known, but the fragrance was reaching
him.
He
said again to Buddha, ”You please go, sir. I don’t want to kill you. You are
unnecessarily insisting that I do something that I don’t want to do.” But
Buddha went on coming closer and closer. And finally he was standing before
Angulimal.
Angulimal said, ”I used to think I was a stubborn man – you are a
thousandfold more stubborn. Now I cannot help you, I have to cut your head.”
Buddha said, ”It is an old tradition and convention to fulfill the last wish
of a person who is going to die, and I have a very small wish. You fulfill
it and then kill me.” He
said, ”What is your wish? Even if it is the biggest thing, I will manage it
for you.”
Buddha said, ”No, it is a very small thing. Just cut off a branch of the
tree under which you are standing.”
Angulimal said, ”What kind of thing are you asking? But okay, if that is
your wish.” With his sword he cut
off a branch.
Buddha said, ”Now, put it back. Let it be part of the tree again. Let it
blossom again.”
Angulimal said, ”That is impossible. How can I join it with the tree?”
Buddha said, ”If you cannot even join a small branch to the tree, do you see
the implications of it? Any child could have broken that branch off the
tree, and you are a strong man – you have not done a great job. You can cut
off my head, but can you manage to give me life again? And if you cannot
create, what right have you to destroy?”
There was a moment of silence. The sword fell from Angulimal’s hands. He
threw away that garland of nine hundred and ninety-nine fingers, and fell at
Buddha’s feet. He said, ”I never thought about it, that destroying something
– any mediocre person, any coward, any idiot can do that. The real genius is
creative – you are right. Please accept me as your disciple.”
Buddha initiated him. He came back to the town. Even the king, Prasenjita,
when he heard that Angulimal had become a sannyasin of Gautam Buddha.... He
was a lover of Gautam Buddha, but he was afraid to go there because that man
Angulimal could not be trusted, he could do anything any moment. But he
wanted to see the man; he was so famous all around – hearing his name, even
kings used to tremble. He came, he touched Buddha’s feet and asked, ”I have
heard that Angulimal has also become your initiate.”
Buddha said, ”Yes, he is sitting by my side.” Prasenjita became so afraid,
he pulled out his sword. Buddha said, ”Now it is not needed, put it back in
the sheath. The Angulimal that you used to know is dead; this is a totally
new man who cannot harm anybody. Don’t be afraid.”
And
that very day when Angulimal went to beg in the city, the same cowards who
had stopped even going on the road that passed nearby Angulimal’s place
locked their doors, stood on their terraces with large piles of rocks, and
started throwing rocks at the poor man. He fell down; blood was flowing from
all over his body. Buddha was informed, and he came. Just a few more minutes
and Angulimal would be gone.
Buddha said to him, ”Remember one thing, that this act of yours – that you
have not in any way reacted to the hostility of the people – is enough. You
are dying as a truly awakened man.” Smiling, touching Buddha’s feet,
Angulimal died. Don’t be afraid of people’s hostility. Just be aware of your
compassion, your love, and nothing is going to be wrong.
Source: from book “From Death to
Deathlessness“ by Osho
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