OSHO , the twisting mind map

In Japan, a king went to see a poor man.

   He must have thought that the Sufi must have been meditating, praying, worshiping, and reciting lessons, praising God. He had heard her compliment, so he went to see her. There was a big garden outside the poor man's hut and a man was digging a pit. The king asked, "I have come to see such and such a poor man. Where is he?"

   Beggar said: It is possible to meet this Beggar here and now, but you will have some difficulty, you will not understand, so you sit inside, I will call this Beggar.

   The king went in and sat down and after a while the same man who was digging a pit from outside came from behind and said: Please, I am that poor man. And he was dressed as a monk.

   The king said: Surprisingly. Are you digging a pit?

   He said: I was digging a pit. And even then it was religious, but your eyes could hardly see it, because your eyes would get used to seeing clothes.

   I was digging a pit, but my mind was one with God. I was digging a pit, but I had no problem. I was digging a pit, but I was absorbed in digging a pit. He was digging a pit, but that was my meditation, that was my meditation. There was no thought in my mind, no alternative, just digging a pit. But you didn't see it, so I had to make excuses. I have come dressed, now I have become a Sannyasin.

   The king did not understand what nonsense this was. He looked around; there was no idol of God in this hut. He asked: How are you poor, there is no idol of God here!

   Beggar said: This room is very small, there is no room for two, and only one can stay here. Where is the space of two places! Now either I am left or God is left. So I thought it would be better to have mine. I am the living God. And why increase the crowd by bringing an idol, a dead god, here! And he said: When there are two, meeting with God ceases, and when there is only one, meeting with God ceases.

   If I live here alone, I stay in touch with God, and if someone else comes here, everything goes wrong. So I didn't bring God here to meet God.

   The king did not understand. The next day he sent this poor man as an offering to the idol of God.

   If an idol comes as a gift, what should the poor do with it? He hung it on a peg and wrote, 'My God, now you have come, then stay. By the way, I'm so busy with myself that I won't take much care of you, so I'm sorry and don't get angry. No worship or prayer will be possible here, because I am so lost in you that that is left to worry about this idol!

   A few days later the king returned. The sleeping dust has settled on the idol. He asked: What happened? Wasn't this idol clean? Didn't bother anyone? The dust has settled on it.

   The mystic laughed and said that if we had to worry about God, it would become a big ego. God is the one who cares for us.

   And the God on whom the dust flies, without worrying about us, knowing that he will not be God, we will have a toy. So I deliberately let the dust settle so that you can see exactly what God who can't even remove his own dust will do to our dust? What will the one who is incompetent do for us?

   Surely this is a god we have made, this is not a god. Whatever man makes cannot be God - whether he builds a temple or an idol. How can a man-made thing be God? How can a man-made thing be God? Nothing man-made can be God. There is no way to God.

   Man-made books, man-made temples, man-made mantras, man-made prayers, no one is able to take them to God. Because what man has made will be smaller than man. Man cannot create anything greater than himself.

   Osho, twisting his mind, Rev. 6