This is how the Master once explained the fact that enlightenment came, not through effort, but through understanding:
“Imagine all of you are hypnotized to believe there is a tiger in this room. In your fear you will try to escape it, to fight it to protect yourselves from it to placate it. But once the spell is broken there is nothing to be done. And you are all radically changed:
So understanding breaks the spell, the broken spell brings change, change leads to inaction, inaction is power: you can do anything on earth, for it is no longer you who do it.”
“Calamities can bring growth and enlightenment.” said the Master.
And he explained it thus:
Each day a bird would shelter in the withered branches of a tree that stood in the middle of a vast deserted plain. One day a whirlwind uprooted the tree forcing the poor bird to fly a hundred miles in search of shelter — till it finally came to a forest of fruit- laden trees.
Suspicious as the Master was of knowledge and learning in matters divine, he never missed a chance to encourage the arts and sciences and every other form of learning. So it was no surprise that he readily accepted an invitation to address the University Convocation.
He arrived an hour ahead of time to wander about the Campus and marvel at the facilities for learning that were quite non-existent in his own day.
Typically, his Convocation speech lasted less than a minute. He said:
“Laboratories and libraries, halls and porch and arch and learned lectures — all shall be of no avail if the wise heart and the Seeing Eye are absent.”
In keeping with his doctrine that nothing be taken too seriously, not even his own teachings, the Master loved to tell this story on himself:
“My very first disciple was so weak that the exercises killed him. My second disciple drove himself crazy from his earnest practice of the exercises I gave him. My third disciple dulled his intellect through too much contemplation. But the fourth managed to keep his sanity.”
“Why was that?” someone would invariably ask.
“Possibly because he was the only one who refused to do the exercises.” The Master’s words would be drowned in howls of laughter.
A man of spiritual repute came to the Master and said, “I cannot pray, I cannot understand the scriptures. I cannot do the exercises that I prescribe to others...”
“Then give it all up.” said the Master cheerfully.
“But how can I? I am supposed to be a holy man and have a following in these parts.”
Later the Master said with a sigh: “Holiness today is a name without a reality. It is only genuine when it is a reality without a name.”
“What is it you seek?” asked the Master of a scholar who came to him for guidance. “Life.” was the reply.
Said the Master, “If you are to live, words must die.”
When asked later what he meant, he said. “You are lost and forlorn because you dwell in a world of words. You feed on words you are satisfied with words when what you need is substance. A menu wilt not satisfy your hunger. A formula will not slake your thirst. “