Talk given by Rev. Master Talk at second CREST seminar,  
                   on 19th December 2006, at Bangalore, India  
                   
One  thing I would like to say, first of all to start with, the concept of Shiva and  Shakti, where finally you see Shiva as a corpse and Shakti dancing on him—shava [corpse]. Shiva has become shava. You don’t find this anywhere  else. It only shows that roles can be reversed. Powerful, without power, is a  corpse. Powerless, with power, can be terrifying. So like the goddess who is  also Lakshmi, who is also Kali—one benevolent, the giver of wealth; the other  form, the giver of all knowledge as Saraswati, Kali the terrible, devouring,  red tongue lolling out, garland of skulls, all weapons in her hands. So what  form we adopt depends on you.
                                           My concern is through history, women have used not love but sex.  Hinduism makes a difference between love and sex. In the occidental, shall we  say, ethos, psyche, love is sex.  That is why you find that couples have to go around and prove to each other  that they love each other, by going to bed immediately. This is not the  intention of the Creator. The purpose of sex is to create, procreate. It is an  instrument to fulfil the original demand of nature that races shall multiply.  We don’t need a God to say go forth and multiply. That is as if we are  ignorant. If Adam and Eve could do what they had to do without the aid of God,  I mean, what on earth do we need a God to tell us what we should do? We don’t.  God has been brought too much into the picture and diminishing His value,  rather than in ennobling humanity.
                     If I may be permitted to say something about Mary, the mother of Jesus—I  have said this for so many years. I don’t know if anybody has listened to it,  or if they resented it so much that they have forgotten it or preferred to  forget it. The entire, shall we say, denigration of the female, the terrible  oppression cast upon women, the way they have been exploited mercilessly,  economically, in every way, I attribute this to the virgin birth. Why on earth  could not Jesus have been born a normal human being, through the normal agency  of love between a man and a woman? Now, I am no theologian. There may be some  profound dogmatic reason for this teaching. But it has made sex dirty in the  eyes of the occidental Christian population. As June rightly pointed out, this  dichotomy in the Catholic religion especially. You must be a virgin, but you  must also have a lot of children. How on earth do we manage it? Artificial  insemination? But there is no pleasant attribute to artificial insemination.  Excuse me, this is my personal view, and I have held to it for too long,  because I was inducted into Christianity in school. You all had the benefit or,  should I say, the disadvantage of being born in it. I had the advantage of  being taught it. Though I have thought about it, without having to revere what  I am learning about it.
                     I revere knowledge, but not for some humbug of a reason, you see, that  sex is dirty, virgin could not mean un-virginated, and Jesus could not be born  in the right way. As Babuji said, a very profound, often misunderstood saying:  God was not a fool to make two sexes if one would have been enough. My Master  did not have to be born to a virgin, nor Lalaji Maharaj. Perhaps that is why,  in some way, they are more human and more have the attributes of femininity  than these gods of the West. My Master said, accept your Guru as mother. What  is the best way to look at your Master, and associate with him? As a mother,  because a mother is love personified. He doesn’t love; he is love. What June  said of Babuji Maharaj, he is love,  I say of all people, if they can be love, instead of loving… In loving you have this dichotomy, whatever they were  saying about Islam. When he says, I am God, it is humble. It sounds ridiculous  at first; rather arrogant too. But in another way, if you look at it, to say  what I am, it cannot be arrogance. As Babuji said, if you are a doctor of  science and you say, “I am a doctor of science,” you are not arrogant. You are  being factual, truthful. But if you are only a Bachelor of Science and you say  you have a doctoral degree, well, you are a liar and arrogant.
                      So you see, feminism must thrive on love. Both have sex. It is not only  women who have sex. Men have also sex. And it is not only men who are tempted.  Females too are tempted, more often, I think, than men. Men only respond. Men  are, I think, wired to some sort of responsive system—a flutter of the eye, a  dropped handkerchief. And in the modern world—you know, I saw a movie on  volcanoes, where a girl lands on some island to study volcanoes. And she is at  the table for lunch, straight from the airport. She meets a man and he says,  “What are you doing this evening? Why don’t you have dinner with me?” And in  the evening they are in bed together. You see, there is no demand and supply  business here. There is no, shall we say, response to an invisible, almost  impalpable, feeling. Today there is no feeling in sex. It is only erotic. And  as Dorit or June, I don’t know who said it, at the age of twelve girls want to  entice. You know, even one textile mill in India, a governmental agency, they  changed their mills to Entyce. They produce Entyce fabrics, as if we have no  sufficient sources of enticement, without the government having to add its  share!
                     So life has become all wrong. Religion has tainted it. Psychology has  tainted it—psychology by saying the erotic impulse, the Id, and all this  nonsense of Freud, if I may name him, because he is no longer alive. We have  not used the wisdom of the heart in study, only the intellect and the head,  which is a very dangerous instrument by any means. Men use power; they use  power like toys. And they use toys as power. Atomic energy in the hands of a  scientist is a toy. The great Einstein did meditate upon whether he should  publish his writings about atomic science, bomb. And for a long time he is  supposed to have debated within himself whether it was right to do so.  Foolishly he decided that science demanded it. And human wisdom must decide how  to use it. This is like giving a cobra to a child and saying the child will  decide how to use it. Einstein was eminently foolish. His science corrupted his  intelligence, his wisdom. His heart failed him. And today we are paying the  consequences. Women only use what they have, men use what they create. Perhaps  both are wrong.
                     So you see, the question of balance of power, the balance and the  equality, all this is blah blah, in my opinion. What we have to do is to be  natural. Women must use love, and the response to love is always gentle, kind,  loving. When they use sex, then say, “Well, never had it better!” “By Jove, you  know, you just have to land in Frankfurt and you find a million girls waiting.”  I am using Frankfurt you know just because [inaudible] is seated before me. Any  port. Should it be an available commodity at the drop of a hat? Or like in the  romantic Middle Ages, should it be something a man had to work for, deserve,  and then go on his knees, and in marriage consummate that love? I mean it is  not good enough to be just a feminist or a female worker or things like that.  They rely too much upon the aggressiveness of man and match it with an equal  aggressiveness from the female. Men say, “Well, come on, let us have it out.” I  often believe that these feminist movements, female equality and all this, have  done more harm to the female than they ever expected. This is my sincere  belief. When you demand equality, you never get it. If you bow—not  subserviently, as Babuji has said about Sahaj Marg, we have service without  servitude. We are nobody’s servants.
                      And you know, mastery does not mean that I am a master or Babuji was a  master over others. His mastery consisted in being master of himself. Always in  command of himself, always balanced. Always himself, in himself, by himself. He  didn’t need anyone to remind him of culture. He wasn’t taught etiquette in  French schools, or table manners in British institutions. But he was the  perfect host because he was himself. When he didn’t know how to use a fork he  looked at you and said, “Is this right?” And often, because he held it the  wrong way, we were tempted to adore his innocent lack of knowledge, not his  ignorance. It was innocence of how to use a thing. Unfortunately today we  equate innocence with ignorance. “Oh, he doesn’t even know how to use a spoon.”  When I first introduced Babuji to the spoon, he did what all children do. He  took the spoon and put it this way. And of course, everything fell on his lap.  He did the same thing with a pipe once, because his hookah was lost when we  went to Switzerland. I bought a pipe and filled it. And he put it upside down  and all the… You know, I had to take a few puffs to make the coals come alive,  the tobacco. And he threw it away, he said, “Chi, nonsense!”
                      So you see, innocence is something different from ignorance, is different  from stupidity. Today everything is stupid. “Oh, he is stupid. He doesn’t know  how to button his trousers, or his jacket.” Babuji usually left one button on  top, and started here, so that his coat was like this. Then somebody had to  button it straight. Of course our own ego, the ego of his servitors, his  associates, required that Babuji should not be blamed for being stupid—“He  doesn’t know how to…” So we said, “You know, he is in constant remembrance. He  is thinking of Lalaji.” The amount of myths that have been thrust upon that old  man—innocent, loving, human—is nobody’s business. Anything he did which was not  to our liking, not right according to our perception, we attributed to his  contact with Lalaji. “Oh, he is lost!” It is a danger to humanity to mythify,  mystify human innocence and attribute it to ignorance. Beware! That Babuji was  neither for nor against sex, we all know. He was shy of it. He had nine  children, which I did not know when I joined the Mission. Lalaji had nine  children, too. Whether this was in emulation of his Master, I don’t know.  Because had it been so, I should have had nine children. So, this is nature,  you see. Emulation does not mean following the sexual patterns of behaviour of  your guru. It does not mean you have to grow a beard. It does not mean you have  to spit. Emulate him in his inner essence. When you light a candle from another  candle, you don’t expect this candle to be the same shape as that candle. It is  enough that it is a candle and it can produce light.
                      So men and women must emulate each other in their inner essence of being  human, of having the capacity to love. Women must not entice, they must evoke.  By loving, they must light a candle in the heart of the male, and make him love  back, not go for the bed immediately. That is rape. Just because it is  consensual it doesn’t make it right. Nor does it remove it from the category of  rape. The way they go about it frantically nowadays in movies I see, each one  disrobing the other with such frantic haste. I mean it is animal behaviour,  excuse me. And they are, both women and men are animal in that moment, because  there is no love. There is only de-tensioning the system, getting rid of a  tension in your body, relieving your tension. I would hazard a statement that  men and women are using each other as some sort of sexual toilet. I am using  strong language knowingly and deliberately. Babuji said the same thing in many  contexts. He said, “When you rush to the Master because you have done something  wrong and you want to be cleaned, you are using the Master as a toilet,  throwing your filth into him.” And he made that famous statement: a Guru is  really a sweeper, a cleaner of gutters, because you go with all your filth to  him. Is it really filth? Only if you think so. A child doesn’t think it is  filthy when it makes what it has to do with its diapers and the mother lovingly  cleans it. You put it lovingly on the table, you are whistling, you are  singing, you are crooning away. Our women call it sandal paste; the baby  doesn’t have excreta. It is sandalwood paste to the mother. To a neighbouring  woman, of course—chi, chi, chi, chi,  she will say—four letter words.
                     Innocence between a mother and a child is the only relationship that  should continue throughout life between any man and any woman. The relationship  of man and wife is for reasons of having children. But the true relation should  be always that she is a mother. “She is a mother not only to my children but to  me, too.” The Hindu blessing, the Vedic blessing when the couple are married  says, “Live long, give him ten children and make him your eleventh.” Hinduism  has profound respect for the female. She is worshipped as a wife, she is  worshipped as a daughter, she is worshipped as a mother eternally. And the  primary, fundamental role which makes a woman a woman is to be a mother. Any  woman who cannot have a child is frustrated, her love is dammed up. There is no  way of loving, you see. The only way a woman can really love is to give the  child her love. That is the purest love, unsullied by any material concerns,  untainted by a sexual desire or anything like that, pure maternal love, known  in India as mamta.
                      So, I would suggest that people from the West should read a bit more  about the Hindu culture, especially about women. And I am always fond of  referring to one talk by Swami Vivekananda on the women of India, when he  refers to prostitution in Kolkata. And he says, “Look not down upon these  fallen sisters of ours, for if they were not there, you and you and you would  be there.”