THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
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104 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>DHAMMAPADA</strong>: <strong>THE</strong> <strong>WAY</strong> <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BUDDHA</strong>, <strong>VOL</strong>. 9-<strong>12</strong><br />
these people are thought to be religious people. <strong>The</strong>y are not even authentic, they are not even honest what to<br />
say about their religiousness? From the very beginning they are dishonest; belief makes you dishonest.<br />
<strong>The</strong> very process of belief is believing in something that you have not experienced on your own. How can you<br />
believe if you are sincere? If your search for truth is authentic you cannot believe; you cannot disbelieve either.<br />
You cannot say God is, you cannot say God is not. You can only say, ”I don’t know and I am searching and I am<br />
seeking and I am experimenting and I am trying to experience.”<br />
That is the way of meditation.<br />
Prayer requires belief as a presupposition; without belief there is no possibility of prayer. To whom will you<br />
pray? To whom will you address your prayers? to some God which you have accepted because it has been told<br />
to you from your very childhood, you have been hypnotized.<br />
Every belief is nothing but hypnosis. One is hypnotized as being a Hindu, another is hypnotized as being a<br />
Mohammedan; both are living in a kind of deep sleep. Hypnosis means sleep; the very word means sleep. You<br />
have been given so much poison, slowly, slowly through belief that you have fallen asleep. You are no longer aware<br />
what you are doing, why you are doing. Why are you going to the temple? Why are you bowing down to a stone<br />
statue? Why are you reciting something meaningless? Why are you going to Kaaba or Kashi or Girnar? For<br />
what? <strong>The</strong>re is something a priori. You already believe that is what religion is, without experiencing, without<br />
inquiring.<br />
This is the way of the coward, this is the way of the zombie.<br />
Meditation requires courage. It requires the basic integrity, sincerity, respect towards your own being. At least<br />
don’t deceive yourself.<br />
Buddha says: Let your own experience decide. If this is understood you are bound to move towards meditation<br />
instead of prayer. <strong>The</strong>n meditation will bring a prayer of its own a prayerfulness, rather. You will not be praying<br />
but you will be in prayer, because more and more you will become silent, more and more you will become still.<br />
More and more you will experience the presence, the mysterious presence that overwhelms everything, penetrates<br />
everything. You may like to call it God, you may not like to call it God; it doesn’t matter what you call it. You<br />
may not like to call it anything; you may be silent about it, because that is the most appropriate thing to do. It<br />
cannot be put into any words; no words are adequate enough to express it.<br />
But Buddha has not been listened to. Humanity has remained in its old, zombielike, sleepy way. It has remained<br />
hypnotized, unconscious.<br />
Howard Rabinowitz, a huge, granite-fisted, supertough young fellow, was drinking a whisky in a bar when he<br />
heard the announcement of the Six-Day War on the radio. Filled with excitement and Jewish fervor, he rushed<br />
to the airport and took the first available flight to Israel where he was immediately inducted into the army.<br />
But his reception at the military base was rather cool. He was not exactly avoided by the Israeli soldiers, but<br />
neither did they go out of their way to welcome him.<br />
”Listen, what’s with you guys?” he complained to his sergeant. ”Here I come halfway around the world to help<br />
you out and I’m practically ignored. What must an American do to get accepted in this army?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> sergeant eyed the muscular young giant, glanced around somewhat furtively so that he might not be<br />
overheard, and then, in a voice that was almost a whisper, he said, ”Confidentially and off the record, if you really<br />
want to be one of us, there are three things you must do.”<br />
”Name them,” said Rabinowitz.<br />
”First,” explained the sergeant, ”You must drink down a whole quart of our strongest Mount Carmel wine<br />
without stopping for a breath. Second, you must kill an Arab army officer. Third, you must make love to an<br />
Israeli beauty.”<br />
So Howard Rabinowitz chug-a-lugged a whole quart of Mount Carmel wine without stopping.<br />
”Now,” he demanded, ”where can I find an Arab officer?”<br />
”Right across the Suez Canal,” said the sergeant. ”I’m afraid you’ll have to swim both ways that is, if you’re<br />
still alive.”<br />
”I’ll be alive,” promised the American as he lurched off. ”Hell, I was the roughest, toughest, biggest guy on the<br />
East Side. What’s a little adventure like this?”<br />
A few hours later he returned, soaking wet from his return swim, his clothes torn and his face scratched and<br />
bloody.<br />
”Okay, I took care of that Arab officer,” he roared. ”Now, where’s that Israeli beauty you want killed?”<br />
That’s exactly the situation of humanity. You don’t know who you are, you don’t know what you are doing,<br />
you don’t know why you are doing it in the first place. You don’t know, even if you succeed, what is the point of<br />
it all. But still you go on doing something. It keeps you engaged and keeps you unaware of your unawareness.