​​If you don’t cry, if tears don’t come to your eyes for others, and if you don’t come back to the world to help people who are stumbling, then somehow your meditation is still not religious. It has helped you; you may be feeling very, very good, but unless it becomes compassion and you overflow in all directions, the tree has come to a stopping point, it has not yet flowered. The tree is green, healthy, perfectly beautiful looking, but a tree without flowers is not fulfilled. A tree without flowers may look beautiful, but there is yet a perfection to be attained. The tree must bloom; the tree must release the fragrance to the winds so it can be carried to the very ends of existence.

#osho
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​​17. There is no room for performing puja worship of deities, namaskaram paying homage, like prostrating, japa incantation, dhyana contemplation and so on. Hear from me that the highest Truth acclaimed in the Vedas can be known only through jnana; hence, there is absolutely no need to know anything outside of oneself.
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​​​​​​​​Waking up in the middle of the night, I reviewed my last dream. Had I seen my hands? No. But still hopeful, I fell back asleep remembering my goal. Within a few nights of trying this technique, it happened. I had my first actively sought lucid dream:

I'm walking in the busy hallways of my high school at the junction of B and C halls. As I prepare to push the door open, my hands spontaneously fly up in front of my face! They literally pop up in front of me! I stare in wonder at them. Suddenly, I consciously realize, “My hands! This is a dream! I'm dreaming this!”
I look around me, amazed that I am aware within a dream. All around me is a dream. Incredible! Everything looks so vivid and real.
I walk through the doors a few feet toward the administration building while a great feeling of euphoria and energy wells up inside. As I stop and look at the brick wall, the dream seems a bit wobbly. I lucidly remember don Juan's advice and decide to look back down at my hands to stabilize the dream when something incredible happens. As I look at my hands, I become totally absorbed in them. “I” now see each fingerprint, each line, as a giant flesh-toned canyon that I float within and through. The world has become my palm print, and I'm moving about its vast canyons and gullies and whorls as a floating speck of awareness. I no longer see my hand; I see cream-colored, canyon-like walls of varying undulations surrounding and towering above me, which some part of me knows as my fingerprints or palm prints! As for me, “I” seem to be a dot of aware perception floating through all of this joyous,aware, and full of awe.

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