Sadhguru: Making of a Mystic
February 9 , 2 01 3
Making of a Mystic
Posted: 05/03/10 05:12 PM ET
I'm generally referred to as a mystic. Well, what's that supposed to mean? If there is
something here that you do not know or you are unable to understand, that would
become "mysterious" to you. If there is someone here who seems to know and
understand things most people do not, that person would become a "mystic".
As a child, one thing that I realized was that I was utterly, absolutely ignorant and
everybody around me seemed to know just about everything. I did not know anything at
all. So I had to pay enormous attention towards everything. My sense of attention
became like this -- if I saw a leaf, I could sit there looking at this leaf, just staring at it for
hours. If I sat up in my bed, just staring at the darkness, I could do that for the whole night.
So this attention brought a completely different level of involvement and interaction with
just about anything and everything around me, animate and inanimate. But everybody
else seemed to know everything and they were going about their life busy and happy while I was staring at every little thing. And
they not only knew about what is here, they also knew about other worlds, about heavens, about gods, about everything.
This so intrigued me that I started planting myself outside a major temple in India because I wanted to really see how people
would be after having a meeting with God, after having a conversation with God. So I stood there intensely observing every face
walking out of the temple. Generally, I heard local gossip. Sometimes in Indian temples, your footwear walks away with someone
else and then I would hear people cursing the whole creation and the Creator. I always found people walking out of restaurants
had more joyful faces than people walking out of temples. I could not come to terms with this. Then I realized that they had just
made up assumptions and belief systems that they were happy with -- either their own or what was handed down to them by
somebody else. So I slowly became more and more skeptical about everybody and everything around me, skeptical about
social structures, political systems, religious beliefs, even scientific theories because none of them matched with my experience
On a certain day, when I was 25 years of age, I started heading towards Chamundi Hills in Mysore; you must see this place.
There is a tradition in Mysore -- if you have something to do, you go to Chamundi Hills; if you have nothing to do, you go to
Chamundi Hills; if you fall in love, you go to Chamundi Hills; if you fall out, you go to Chamundi Hills. I had just fallen out and I
had nothing to do so I started heading towards Chamundi Hills and I went up and sat on a rock. Till that moment in my life, I
always thought, 'This is me and whatever is outside of me is somebody else or something else.' But for the first time, I did not
know what was me and what was not me. Suddenly, what was me was just all over the place; the very rock on which I was sitting,
the air that I was breathing, the very atmosphere around me, I had just exploded into everything. That sounds like utter insanity.
This, I thought, lasted for 10 to 15 minutes but when I came back to my normal consciousness, about four-and-a-half hours had
passed. I was sitting there, fully conscious, eyes open, but time had just flipped in my experience. And for the first time in my