My Gurus were bad men, they were drug addicts.They were those corrupt-Buddhas who had known that life was a tasteless experience They'd understood the lying optimists and the religions of hypocrisy. But instead of using meditative suffering, they used intoxication to open the doors of bliss, to get a glimpse of heaven.
They were on a different road altogether, the only thing about life that made sense to them was its eventual end.
You might say, my Gurus were bad men. They weren't those who would be accepted by the society. For they had surrendered and turned towards the darkness, the darkness of truth that envelopes a reality.
My Gurus were wishful thinkers. They knew that reality wasn't worth the admiration. So they used intoxication and dreamt like children, lived in a dream world, wrote, sang, danced and remained in a meditative state of intoxication. They taught the world to dream, and not to keep running away from the reality.
My Gurus may be bad men for you. But for me, they're men who weren't sucked by the whirlpool of make-believe as they had their realizations intact, deep inside their honest hearts.
To Morrison and Osho.
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