If you go deeper into yourself, you will find a mysterious silence. No answer comes. Your body may have been contributed by your mother and father, but not your consciousness. Your mind may even have been contributed by the society, by the community, by your family, by the education – but not your consciousness. That one who you are comes from nowhere.
Yes, the scriptures say and they say rightly:
“…when Christ cometh, no man knoweth whence he is.”
I tell you, the moment you come to know that you know not from where you are, you have become a Christ. This is the whole meaning of it. The moment you realize that your origin is shrouded in mystery, that your beginning and your end are mysterious, and there is no way to know them because you have been always and always and always…. In fact there has never been a beginning – that’s the meaning, when I say they are shrouded in mystery. They cannot be known, because there has been no beginning to know.
You have been here before time started: you have been here before space ever existed. And you will be here to the very end of time, and even after that. Time came after you, so there is no beginning.
Once you realize this, suddenly you have become the Christ. the realization that “I am beyond time,” is the meaning of the word Christ. The scriptures say it perfectly and rightly, but when parrots recite scriptures the whole meaning is lost. Not only have they not understood what is said, they have also misunderstood.
Christ is standing before them: a man who has realized that he comes from nowhere. God means “nowhere,” God means “no when,” God means “the source, which is beyond beginning and beyond end.” The source has to be beyond beginning and beyond end.
It happened once: Diogenes put up a tent in the marketplace, in Athens, on a very busy crossroad. On the tent he wrote: “Wisdom sold here.”
One of the richest men was passing and looked at it. He laughed and he told his servant to go with five gold coins and ask this braggart, “How much wisdom can you give for five gold coins?”
The servant went while the rich man waited outside. Diogenes pocketed the money, and wrote a small wisdom-bit on a piece of paper, and gave it to the servant. It said, “Whatsoever you do, always remember your beginning and your end.”
The rich man had laughed before, but now he became serious. And he loved that wisdom-bit so much that he had it written on his palace in gold letters: “Whatsoever you do, always remember your beginning and your end.”