Who would have ever thought that grace might arrive in sideways drops? Not falling from the sky, not seeping through a crack in the roof – yet suddenly there, instilling something that both sustains and compels you. Sadhguru calls it a “life drip” – as if unseen beings are quietly refueling him from some hidden source.
Sadhguru: Mysticism does not fit into your logic. There are many things that can never be spoken because even people closest to you, who have been with you for years, will start thinking that maybe you are losing it.
If you have no other work to do in the world, then you can do it. There have been mystics who did not care a damn – they would do what they wanted. Some people threw stones at them; some fell at their feet – they did not care because they had no activity to do in the world, nothing to fulfill. But if you have something to do, you have to be sane. You have to be logically correct.
But if instead of listening to words, you look at a mystic’s life, you will see it does not fit into any logical frame. But how many “crazies” are there who just want to know, no matter whether it benefits them or not? Mysticism does not benefit you at all – there is nothing to get out of it – it is not utilitarian. There are moments in my life when I burn at all ends.
I am not someone who burns the candle carefully at one end – I burn at all ends because I do not care when it gets over. Sometimes, one has to be a little cautious about that because there is something more to do, particularly consecrations.
With the Dhyanalinga consecration, I did not care if this life went – but we revived it. At that time, many things happened.
Since 2000 or 2001, there has been something I call a “life drip” in my mind. It especially happens when I sit half-reclining. Sometimes drops suddenly keep falling. There is no leak in the roof, and it is not really water.
Generally, a drop always falls with the heavier end at the bottom – that is the nature of a drop. The shape of a drop is like that. But this life drip falls sideways or sometimes upside down, in big drops. I just become still; I do not try to communicate or do anything. Then, from that little pool, they start flying all over – different kinds of drops.
Sometimes it simply invigorates the body, not by my volition. Maybe they are touching me; I do not know. Maybe they are entering me; I do not know. But whenever this happens, I make reckless decisions that go beyond my judiciousness – beyond what I think I can and cannot do.
The last couple of consecrations have been very tumultuous – particularly the Devi consecration at the iii – because there was no time for me to create support systems. This is a big problem in the 21st century.
If you try to do something mentally with people, they think you are manipulating them. If you try to do something with their body, they think you are after their sex. If you do something with their energy, they enjoy it, but without mental understanding and physical stability, it becomes a major daily challenge. But on the whole, with all these ups and downs, the consecration at the iii happened in a phenomenal way.
I thought this would be the last consecration I did – I would move from energetic processes to ritualistic processes. Someone else would do the ritual. It would still happen because there is a source – the mulasthana [1] is well established.
Then, one afternoon, I am sitting half-reclined, and they drip. Without knowing why, the next morning, I committed to multiple consecrations. I thought, “Am I losing it? What am I doing?” And then suddenly I got the idea to ride a motorcycle to Kailash. My doctor was palpitating because this is not something you should do – anything can happen. Our doctor said, “Sadhguru, don’t fall.” Well, I fell.
[1] Mulasthana: The primary energy source of a consecrated space.
I went into rough terrain. The motorcycle engine was coughing a bit, and I was trying to manage it. On top of that, I did not have my shoes; I was wearing something else, and I fell. Well, not a scratch. I could have broken something very easily, but nothing – life drip. In terms of my own life, they always make me do things that I should not do.
Mysticism does not pay – it is just crazy. But you gave so much of your life to that which is not profitable for yourself that somewhere, they want to do something for you. They need not, because I have not said a word to them. I have never made even a small attempt to reach out to them; I just remain still. Somehow they see to it that I am not broken. Even if I break my head – they fix it.
People may say this is all coincidence, conjecture, but I know the way my mind works. People around me are constantly confused because I am working on 10 to 15 things at a time, far ahead. It is difficult for people to understand. My attention to what is around me sometimes may not be as good as it should be. And above all, energetically, if you expend yourself at a certain level, you will not last. This is a normal thing.
This is not to brag about ourselves, but there is no situation anywhere else in the world where thousands of people sit in one place and go into explosive states of meditativeness.
This costs, but I am being refueled all the time. And anyway, I do not care whether today is my last day or whether I have tomorrow. I do not think of my life like that. It may seem reckless, but it is not – it is calculated. Everything I had to do is done. Now, if it goes well, we do something; if it does not, we do not. This does not mean I do not care for all the things we have started – I do.
This is what a festival like Ganesh Chaturthi teaches us: You make a god out of mud – that is what everything is made of – and eventually immerse him in a water body. If you can “drown” what you care for most, that is freedom.
