Master kissed on the forehead
Another
Sufi story may help you. Sufis have such beautiful stories, unparalleled, that
each story opens a new vision.
This
Junnaid I mentioned was himself once a seeker. He used to tell his disciples,
“When I met my master, the master never looked at me for three years. I was sitting
from morning till evening. So many people were coming and going and he was
talking to people and he did not look at me, as if I did not exist for him yet.
But I was persistent because I had felt the presence of the master and I had
tasted the sweetness of his surroundings. I remained — in fact the more he
ignored me, the more I became certain that there is some secret in his ignoring
me.”
After
three years the master looked at him for the first time. That was the
recognition that he was not a student, but a disciple. A student would have got
lost in three years; no student can stay that long waiting just for a look.
Then another three years passed and he never looked again.
After
three years the master looked again and smiled too, and his smile went almost
like a sharp sword into the heart of Junnaid. Why had he smiled? — but the
master did not give him a chance to ask. He started talking to other disciples.
Three
years passed again, and one day he called him close and kissed his forehead and
said, “My son, now you are ready. Now you can go and spread the message.”
But no
message had been given to him.
For
nine years he had been there. The only message was that once he was looked at,
once he was smiled at, and once he had been kissed on his forehead.
But if
the master is saying you are ready, it must be so. Touching the feet of the
master in gratitude he left.
He
used to tell his disciples, “I met a very strange man. In nine years he
prepared me without even looking at me — but on each change he made the
indication. When he became certain that I was a disciple and whatever happened
I was going to stay there, he looked at me. But his look was such a shower of
love… I could have waited for it for three lives; three years were nothing. The
way he looked at me, with such deep love and compassion, I was immensely glad.
I was bathed almost in a new experience.
“Without
telling me anything… in those three years my mind had stopped functioning. I
just went on looking at the master, his every gesture, and slowly, slowly there
was nothing to think about. I even forgot for what purpose I was sitting there
— and that was the day he looked at me. I knew the purpose and I was fulfilled
immensely.
“But
then three years again passed, and when he smiled the whole existence smiled.
Every fiber of my being felt his smile — such a soft touch, but it went deep
into my heart. I knew something had happened, but I was not aware at that time
what had happened. I had passed from disciplehood into devoteehood.
“The
day he kissed my forehead, he sealed my certificate as a master. His kiss on my
forehead was his only final message. It took me years to figure out slowly what
he had meant.”
The
kiss of the master to the disciple, to the devotee, is a declaration that the
merger has happened, the melting has happened and now you are ready to spread
all around the fragrance that you are filled with.
The student is unconscious. The disciple starts becoming conscious.
The devotee is so conscious that he cannot be conscious of his consciousness. It has to be a recognition
from the master, because from the devotee the distance between himself and the
master is absolutely nil. From the devotee one grows into a master, but it is a
spontaneous and natural growth.
Osho –
“Satyam Shivam Sundaram”
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