A beautiful story about the greatest Emperor of the world,
Told by Mystic Osho
In India it is believed that if somebody can become the
emperor of the whole world he is called a Chakravartin. The word Chakravartin
simply means ... CHAKRA means the wheel. In ancient India it was a way to avoid
unnecessary fighting and violence: a chariot, a golden chariot, very valuable, with
beautiful and strong horses, would move from one kingdom to another kingdom. If
the other kingdom did not resist and let the chariot pass, that meant that
kingdom had accepted the owner of the chariot as its superior. Then there was
no need to fight.
This way the chariot would move, and wherever people
obstructed the chariot, then there would be war. If the chariot was not
obstructed anywhere, then without any war, the superiority of the king was
proved: he becomes a Chakravartin – one whose wheel has moved around and whom
nobody has been able to obstruct. This has been the desire of all the kings, to
become a Chakravartin.
Certainly it needs more power than Alexander the Great had.
Just to send your chariot ... it needs tremendous power to support it. It needs
the absolute certainty that if the chariot is obstructed there is going to be a
mass slaughter. It means the man is recognized already, that if he wants to
conquer anybody there is no way to prevent him conquering you. So every king
had the desire to become a Chakravartin someday.
The story is that one man became a Chakravartin – and it
happens only once in thousands of years that a man becomes a Chakravartin. Even
Alexander the Great was not a world conqueror; there was yet much left
unconquered. And he died very young, he was only thirty-three: there was not even
time enough to conquer the world. What to say of conquering, the whole world
was not even known. Half of the world was unknown, and the half that was known,
even that was not conquered.
This man, of whom I am going to tell you the story, became the
Chakravartin. It is said that when a Chakravartin dies – because a Chakravartin
happens only in thousands of years, he is a rare being – when he dies he is
received in heaven with great rejoicings and he is taken to a special place.
In Jaina mythology, in heaven there is a parallel mountain to
the Himalayas. The Himalayas are just made of rocks and earth and ice. The
parallel Himalayas in heaven is called Sumeru. Sumeru means the ultimate
mountain: nothing can be higher than that, nothing can be better than that. It
is solid gold; instead of rocks there are diamonds and rubies and emeralds.
When a Chakravartin dies he is led to Sumeru Mountain to
engrave his name on it. That is a rare opportunity; that happens only once in
thousands of years. Of course this man was immensely excited that he was going
to write his name on Sumeru. That is the ultimate catalogue of all the great
ones that have been, and will also be the catalogue of all the great ones who
are going to be.
This emperor was becoming party to a lineage of supermen. The
gatekeeper gave him the instruments to engrave his name. He wanted a few of his
men who had committed suicide just because their emperor was dying – they could
not think of living without him. His wife, his prime minister, his
commander-in-chief – all the great people who were around him, they all had
committed suicide, so they had come with him.
The emperor wanted the gatekeeper to let them all come to see
him engrave his name, because what is the joy if you go alone and engrave your
name and nobody is there even to see? – Because the real joy is that the whole
world should see.
The gatekeeper said, ”You listen to my advice, because this is
my inherited profession. My father was a gatekeeper; his father was a
gatekeeper; for centuries we have been gatekeepers to Sumeru Mountain. Listen
to my advice: Don’t take them with you; otherwise you will repent.”
The emperor could not understand, but he could not even go
against his advice – because what interest could that man have in preventing
him?
The gatekeeper said,”If you still want them to see, first go
engrave your name; then come back and take them with you if you want. I have no
objection even now if you want to take them, but just in case you decide not
to, then there will be no place, no chance ... they will be with you. You go
alone.”
This was perfectly sane advice.
The emperor said,”That’s good. I will go alone, engrave my
name, come back, and call you all.” The gatekeeper said,”I am perfectly
agreeable to that.”
The emperor went and he saw the Sumeru shining under thousands
of suns – because in heaven you cannot be so poor as to have just one sun –
thousands of suns, and a golden mountain far bigger than the Himalayas – and
the Himalayas are almost two thousands miles long! He could not open his eyes
for a moment, it was so glaring there. And then he started looking for a space,
the right space, but he was very much puzzled: there was no space; the whole
mountain was engraved with names.
He could not believe his eyes. For the first time he became
aware what he was. Up to now he was thinking he was a superman who happens once
in thousands of years. But time has been from eternity; even thousands of years
didn’t make any difference, so many Chakravartins had happened already. There
was no space on that biggest mountain in the whole universe where he could
write his small name.
He came back, and now he understood that the gatekeeper was
right not to take his wife and his commander-in-chief and his prime minister
and other intimate friends. It was good that they had not seen the situation.
They would still believe that their emperor was a rare being.
He took the gatekeeper inside and he said,”But there is no
space!”
The gatekeeper said,”That’s what I was telling you. What you
have to do is to erase a few names and write down your name. That’s what has
been done; my whole life I have been seeing this done, my father used to say
this has been done. My father’s father – none of my family have seen Sumeru empty,
or any space ever.
”Whenever a Chakravartin has come he had to erase a few names
and write his own name. So this is not the whole history of the Chakravartins.
Many times it has been erased, many times it has been engraved. You just do
your work, and then if you want to show your friends you can bring them in.”
The emperor said,”No, I don’t want to show them and I don’t
want to even write my name. What is the point? – Someday somebody will come and
erase it.
”My whole life has become utterly meaningless. This was my
only hope that Sumeru, the golden mountain in heaven was going to have my name.
For this I have lived, for this I have staked my life; for this I was ready to
kill the whole world. And anybody else can erase my name and write his.
What is the point of writing it? I will not write it.” The
gatekeeper laughed.
The emperor said,”Why are you laughing?”
The gatekeeper said, ”This is strange, because this too I have
been hearing from my grandfathers – that Chakravartins come, and seeing the
whole story, just turn back; they don’t write their names. You are not new:
anybody having a little intelligence would do the same.”
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