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in any choice the awareness is contaminated
and the darkness of unawareness comes in.
So just be aware without any choice;
then awareness is pure and innocent,
and then awareness is a mirror.
In this mirror-like awareness one never finds oneself
but one finds that-which-is.
And that is God.
But it is only when you are not
because you are the dust which makes the mirror blind.
Because you are the blindness.
183. Love.
There are three forms of knowledge.
The first is intellectual knowledge,
which is in fact not knowledge but only information
and the collection of facts and the use of these
to arrive at further intellectual concepts.
The second is emotional knowledge,
which is also not really knowledge
but the mental state in which man feels
he has known something,
but there is no transformation or mutation of his being.
The first is objective, and out of it science is born,
and the second is subjective, and is the source of all art.
The third is neither,
it is beyond both,
and this third is the real.
It is achieved through meditation
because meditation does not use thinking and feeling
as doors of perception.
Really, these are not doors of perception
but forces of projection.
Through them pure knowing is impossible;
whatsoever comes through them is changed and colored by them.
So unless one is free of all projections
one cannot know that-which-is.
When there are no ripples of thought and emotion
in the consciousness, then and only then
does the third form of knowledge dawn,
and this third is the only real knowledge.
Out of it religion is born,
and out of it is total transformation.
184. Love.
The journey is long
and the path is pathless.
And one has to be alone –
there is no map and no guide.
But there is no alternative.
One cannot escape it,
one cannot evade it.
One has to go on the journey.
The goal seems impossible
but the urge to go on it is intrinsic.
The need is deep in the soul.
Really, you are the urge, you are the need –
and consciousness cannot be otherwise
because of this challenge
and because of this adventure.
So do not waste time – begin.
Do not calculate – begin.
Do not hesitate – begin.
Do not look back – begin.
And always remember old Lao Tzu’s words:
A tree that takes both arms to be encircled
grows from a tiny root.
A many-storied pagoda
is built by placing one brick upon another brick.
A journey of three thousand miles is begun by a single step.
185. Love.
When I say mutation I do not mean simply change.
Change is from the known to the known.
A sinner becomes a saint –
then it is change and not mutation.
You can practice change
but you cannot practice mutation
because only the known can be practiced –
and then any change is going to be only a modified past
because the past will be continuous in it,
and the past also will be the master of it
because it is cultivated by the past.
In other words, change is from this to that,
it is a movement in the known.
But mutation is an explosion:
from this to nothingness,
from here to nowhere.
You cannot practice it –
on the contrary, you are the only hindrance.
So what is to be done?
Really nothing can be done.
Be aware of this helplessness,
and remain in this helplessness.
Do not do anything
because any doing will be escaping
from this fact of helplessness.
Do not move at all –
and then there is an explosion,
and then there is mutation.
186. Love.
Religion is not a promise for the future
but an experience here and now.
But through the priesthood it has become
promises and promises and promises.
At an examination of a class in First Aid
a member, who was also a priest, was asked:
What would you do if you found a man in a
fainting condition?
I would give him some brandy, was the answer.
And if there was no brandy? he was then asked.
I would promise him some, replied the priest.
187. Love.
Wherever there are words there is no real meaning.
But here also are words.
Then what to do?
Read between the words.
Or read that which is said but not written,