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Question – BELOVED MASTER, I HAVE LIVED MY WHOLE LIFE AS A CELIBATE, BUT I STILL SUFFER FROM BAD SEXUAL THOUGHTS. WHY?
Osho – Ravishankar, if you had not suffered, that would have been a miracle! If you have tried to live the life of a celibate, what else can you expect? And why do you call sexual thoughts bad? They are neutral, neither good nor bad. Sexual thoughts are sexual thoughts. Why bring these moral values in? Because of these moral values you remain in a constant fight, in an inner war, a civil war. You go on fighting with your own energy — the sexual energy — and that is the only energy you have. There is no other energy; it is the only energy, which has to be transformed into spirituality. This same sexual energy, which you are calling bad, is going to become a great perfume in you.
Osho – Ravishankar, if you had not suffered, that would have been a miracle! If you have tried to live the life of a celibate, what else can you expect? And why do you call sexual thoughts bad? They are neutral, neither good nor bad. Sexual thoughts are sexual thoughts. Why bring these moral values in? Because of these moral values you remain in a constant fight, in an inner war, a civil war. You go on fighting with your own energy — the sexual energy — and that is the only energy you have. There is no other energy; it is the only energy, which has to be transformed into spirituality. This same sexual energy, which you are calling bad, is going to become a great perfume in you.
But trying to live a celibate life without meditation is dangerous. It keeps you obsessed. It keeps you continuously in sexual fantasies. And then naturally you call it bad, because twenty-four hours living with the same ideas is a constant torture.
“Police?” came the voice on the phone. “I want to report a burglar trapped in an old maid’s bedroom!”
After ascertaining the address, the police sergeant asked who was calling.
“This,” cried the frantic voice, “is the burglar!”
After rushing into a drugstore, the nervous young man was obviously embarrassed when a prim, middle-aged woman asked if she could serve him.
“No-no,” he stammered, “I would rather see the druggist.”
“I am the druggist,” she responded cheerfully. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh… well, uh, it is nothing important,” he said, and turned to leave.
“Young man,” said the woman, “my sister and I have been running this drugstore for nearly thirty years. There is nothing you can tell us that will embarrass us.”
“Well, alright,” he said. “I have this awful sexual hunger that nothing will appease. No matter how many times I make love, I still want to make love again. Is there anything you can give me for it?”
“Just a moment,” said the little lady. “I will have to discuss this with my sister.”
A few minutes later she returned. “The best we can offer,” she said, “is two hundred dollars a week and a half-interest in the business.”
Enough for today.
“I am the druggist,” she responded cheerfully. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh… well, uh, it is nothing important,” he said, and turned to leave.
“Young man,” said the woman, “my sister and I have been running this drugstore for nearly thirty years. There is nothing you can tell us that will embarrass us.”
“Well, alright,” he said. “I have this awful sexual hunger that nothing will appease. No matter how many times I make love, I still want to make love again. Is there anything you can give me for it?”
“Just a moment,” said the little lady. “I will have to discuss this with my sister.”
A few minutes later she returned. “The best we can offer,” she said, “is two hundred dollars a week and a half-interest in the business.”
Enough for today.