Everyone is different. You don’t ask me to treat them the way I treat you. I treat you sweetly, be happy. But if I treat somebody else not sweetly, be happy for him, because the bad karma will be on me. What’s the good of scolding other people? Why should I do that? Makes me more wrinkled and get old quick. Just another sacrifice for love. […] You think treating you sweetly is good and treating him roughly is bad. It’s not. Both are good. Maybe that’s even better. He needs that. She needs that. […]
I lived in France for many years before I found this place. Not like I lived forever, but I had no problem at all until you guys came for the retreat. Then the newspapers and the neighbors, everybody, and the police, made so much trouble for me. They turned my house upside down. They [flew] a helicopter on top of my house. They put guns to our heads, forced open the gate of... You know, scared everybody and scared my bird(-people), scared my dog(-people), made them sick, everybody was psychologically unwell. And until now, I’m still scared. When I hear a helicopter very low flying, my heart jumps very fast. And I have to immediately try to meditate or try to find out. But sometimes my heart jumps so fast, I couldn’t even find out what’s going on. And then if I ask somebody to go find out what’s going on, why the police are there, they will not come back to tell me what. And then I just sit there forever, being scared. Or in my house or here, whenever I hear somebody talking outside, my heart also jumps, thinking [that] the police have come again.
So, if you are scared – me too. I’m more scared than you are because I’m alone, and because I’m a special person. I do not mean special because I’m special, I mean, I’m in the public eye. I’m more vulnerable, but I don’t have any protection, at home or here or on the street. If the police come to your house, it’s no problem. You’re just an ordinary person. If you have some accident on the road, it’s no problem – you write some insurance, and it’s OK. Anything happens to me, it’s different. Even at home, I don’t dare to go out in the daytime, only unless necessary. I don’t dare turn on the light at night, not for a long time, not before I check if it’s safe or not to turn on the light. Do you understand my life? All because of you scary people.
And I make a few remarks, just because I give people what they need? At home, you have children. Some, you can talk sweet to them, and they do it. Some, you have to yell before they do it. No? You have a husband-and-wife relationship. Sometimes you talk sweetly with each other, and you understand. Sometimes you have to yell. No? I don’t mind whatever you think, but think again. Think again. All the disciples are not the same. Not the same karma, not the same level, not the same desire inside. Some people love to be scolded. You don’t understand it. They even ask me to do it. Sometimes I just laugh, I say, “I can’t do it now. Do something wrong first, and then I’ll scold you.” I cannot do it spontaneously the way you want. “Scold by order.” Then maybe we can do it online next.
It is really very topsy-turvy this world. Everything is not... It’s black, you think it’s white, and when it’s white, you think it’s black. Some people have a psychological need to be scolded because of their guilt from inside. Either they did something wrong in this lifetime or last life to me, or to somebody else. They feel guilty inside. Their conscience doesn’t let them feel free. They want to be treated that way. Everyone is different. You don’t ask me to treat them the way I treat you. I treat you sweetly, be happy. But if I treat somebody else not sweetly, be happy for him, because the bad karma will be on me. What’s the good of scolding other people? Why should I do that? Makes me more wrinkled and get old quick. Just another sacrifice for love.
And you, in turn, are scared. You’re scared because you criticize in your mind that Master should be sweet and honey all the time. That’s why you’re scared, because you differentiate between my treatments. You think treating you sweetly is good and treating him roughly is bad. It’s not. Both are good. Maybe that’s even better. He needs that. She needs that. But of course, she won’t even confess it to you, or maybe she’s not even realizing it. I’m not with one person, two persons in the room here. I am with hundreds, sometimes with thousands. And they’re lucky that I even treat them special. I don’t need to do that.
At home, I’m scared too, because sometimes the bad karma of the past life of the person, my assistant – like in the former lives, if they murdered me many times, or they had tried to do many things that were bad to me, like they sold me to the slavery trade and wanted to molest me, all kinds of things. And I have to live with these kinds of people, one after another. Sometimes I’m very scared. I told you some of the stories or not? (Yes.) I was so scared that I locked my cave and I told Hermit the dog(-person), I said, “Whoever comes here tonight, you have to defend me, no matter whom.” I told my dog-person because I had nobody else. Because I was worried Hermit was so used to these people that took care of him, so I was worried that he did not understand. So, I had to tell him in advance. But of course, I also locked my house. I still do now.
I have to live with former murderers, former molesters, former all kinds of people, and I’m scared all day long. You’re scared only a few minutes here maybe when I yell at somebody, but I am scared 24 hours. Seven (days a week). Because this is the price to pay for me to be with you, to give initiation to you. Not just you, but for people. There’s a suffering I have to go through. And I accept it as much as I can, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared, because I don’t know if the same thing in the past will happen again. Sometimes it feels like it’s going to happen again. That real! That’s why I locked the door and told my dog(-people) to protect me. Or I have to lock my door without the dog(-people). And in all these situations, I still need to meditate, and love you, and come to see you. I cannot tell you everything. But it’s not a very sweet job that I have, so please don’t make it worse. Let me do my job. Just like I don’t come to your house and tell you how to treat your different children. Do you capisce (understand)? (Yes.) Once and for all, do not look at things outside, look at things inside. Look inside yourself first so that you understand more about human nature.
That even my own disciple beat me up in this lifetime! Just some few years ago, inside my own house. Just because I trusted him, I thought he was a good boy. Then I had to call people to break the window and save me. For what? I have done nothing. I said, “What have I done?” He just somehow got crazy. Some people are crazy. Even initiated, sometimes they’re not with the same motive. Just one of the examples. Not long ago. People know, they’re still alive. If you don’t believe me, you ask people in Tainan (city in Taiwan (Formosa)). During group meditation, luckily. If I was alone there, I would have died or been injured terribly. Because I was screaming, so the hufa (guard) broke the window and came in – because he came in, just locked the door like that.
Some people are crazy. Sometimes they stalk you around. Sometimes they get initiated because some people recommend it, and then they like it. The group is fun, why not? Not necessarily they want God. But I cannot screen them all out, because I used to go out in the public and lecture everywhere, and I vowed to give people initiation to give them a chance. I don’t want to differentiate. I don’t want to have prejudice against people. But some people don’t come for God; they come for something else. So I told you already, one of your brothers asked me for 200,000 euros, just like that, cash. So I said, “OK, kill me. I don’t have it now.” And even then, after that, I still called him and said, “You’re OK? You feel better now?” He said he was sorry. And the person who wanted to kill me also said sorry afterward. He came all the way to Hong Kong to apologize, but I didn’t talk to him. I said, “OK, good.” He wanted to see me. I said, “I don’t want to.” For example. I didn’t get angry with him. That was a real scare. It’s not my temper, and it’s not a real temper. It was just an act of kindness in a different way.
You guys have too many preconceptions about what is nice and what is not. I’d do anything for you. Even if it doesn’t look good, I’d do it too. Because otherwise, I’d just choose the good role smiley, sweety Master. I could choose that role all the time, and I don’t choose to do the other role. Then what would have become of me or of you? Shall I just always smile and always respond the same way and do the same thing to everybody? You think I should? (No.) If you think I should, I could do that. (No.) You know I can do acting, right? (Yes.) OK. That’s a piece-of-cake job. I can act nicely, no problem at all. So, in case you want me to act always with niceness, I can do too. But I don’t like acting, only when necessary. And between us, we should be truthful. No? (Yes.) Anyway, these guys, they need it.
