Gibberish: Meaningful blabber

Gibberish meditation is a safe, liberating and hilarious way to get the toxins out of your mind

The word gibberish comes from a Sufi mystic, whose name was Jabbar, and that was his only meditation. Whoever would come to him, he would say, “Sit down and start,” and people knew what he meant. He never talked, he never gave any discourses; he simply taught people gibberish.

For example, once in a while he would give people a demonstration. For half an hour he would talk all kinds of nonsense in nobody knows what language. It was not a language; he would go on teaching people just whatever came to his mind. That was his only teaching––and to those who had understood it he would simply say, “Sit down and start.”

But Jabbar helped many people to become utterly silent. How long can you go on?—The mind becomes empty. Slowly, slowly a deep nothingness... and in that nothingness a flame of awareness. It is always present, surrounded by your gibberish. The gibberish has to be taken out; that is your poison.

Gibberish of the body

The same is true about the body. Your body has tensions. Just start making any movements that the body wants to make. You should not manipulate it. If it wants to dance, it wants to jog, it wants to run, it wants to roll down on the ground, you should not do it, you should simply allow it. Tell the body, “You are free, do whatever you want” — and you will be surprised.” My God! All these things the body wanted to do but I was holding back, and that was the tension.

So there are two kinds of tension, the body tensions and the mind tensions. Both have to be released before you can start relaxation, which will bring you to awareness.

Gibberish with words

A meditator says: I have so many problems with my mind in every meditation. I can’t stop it!

I understand. Start doing one thing: every day, for one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, sit and say whatsoever comes in the mind, loudly, so that not only do you think it, you hear it. Whatsoever it is—if nonsense comes, let it: you are not to edit it and you are not to make it beautiful because it is not meant to be a performance; it has to be that which is inside. If a few words come—and they will—allow it. If the sentence is not even complete and the words stop, let it be; don’t complete it. Then if something else comes, say that. But whatsoever comes, just watch it, articulate it, say it... whatsoever it is!

You have that garbage in the mind, it has to be thrown. Because you don’t throw it, it goes on revolving inside. Nothing is a problem; you are creating a problem.
People go on keeping that garbage, they don’t throw it. It is as if you are accumulating garbage in your house and you don’t throw it outside so it stinks and when it becomes too much you are disturbed. Wherever you move it is always there and everywhere you come across it. It has to be thrown!

Purging the mind

The mind creates certain garbage just as the body does—it is part of life. You eat something: a part of it is digested—becomes your blood, your bones, your flesh, your marrow—but 90 per cent of it is just rubbish that has to be thrown out. If you don’t throw, it you will accumulate it in your stomach and then you will be creating poison for your body. That’s what happens when somebody is too constipated, he starts creating toxins in the body; then the poison will circulate in the blood. The same food that was going to be nourishment will become a deathly poison. So one has to go on throwing it out.

The mind functions in exactly the same way on a subtle plane. You read a book, you listen to people, you are in the market, you watch a movie, you listen to the radio, you read the newspaper, you hear somebody talk, you hear me talk, and all this is going in. Part of it will be digested—a very small part of it is worth digesting; the remaining—what will you do with it? It will go on revolving.

That’s why you know that the content is not important. When somebody is constipated it is not that he is holding gold in his stomach, it is just rubbish, excreta. And that’s what goes on moving in the mind: excreta.

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