If Lacan’s insights about language have any foundation, then in a place like this, where words become an expression of the unconscious, and not a neutral means of communication about a shared reality, the metaphors and metonymies of Buddha’s world, castrated of its carnal dimension, make you ignore, along with his belly, the revolutionary and non-metaphorical importance of a Master with a hard penis.

Yes, Kavita, for me, Osho is a Master of reality, aware that for several decades the human race has been suffering a violent, subtle, and stubborn defeat, yet he is well aware of the fragility of the model of humanity proposed by the victors, the truly sexually impotents, with money as a phallic prosthesis… now, the faggots with other people’s asses are trying to scare us with the ship’s mouse.

In short, if this is the political analysis that best captures the world, the attempt to retreat into an ivory tower is far removed from the natural flow of Buddhist compassion.

You are probably in the opposite phase to mine; you start from a deeper rootedness in the Zorba dimension and move toward the flowers, while I am more intoxicated than you with the fragrance of flowers and glide towards the market.

In the ivory tower, one stays just long enough to create the space to face the war of liberation that awaits us outside; we are no longer in the 1970s, no artificial paradise to hide in.

Which certainly means on SN the energy is more towards the Buddha dimension. The Sangha existencially is / was intrinsically created for that.

According to what you say, “without a full belly it is unwise to meditate”, then my only question to you is: do you have a full belly now?

This doesn’t mean there can’t be sannyasins who deserve the reputation Lokesh speaks of… I don’t know if he includes himself in it.

Being or having been spiritually intimate with someone doesn’t mean that on the political level (Zorba’s dimension) there can’t be misunderstandings, arguments, and disappointments, because the material world is one, organized as a phenomenon that unfolds on space-time coordinates, while there are billions of us who want to celebrate food every day, but not all of us want to pay for the groceries and wash the dishes.

It seems to me that many years spent meditating in India may have conditioned some people to perceive the material dimension, with most people too caught up in its power dynamics (in an attempt to survive or prevail over others), as less important than the spiritual one.

Osho’s metaphor of a majestic tree’s deep roots in the soil, whose blossoms reach high into the sky, captures my political perspective well, placing at the centre all the activities necessary for the tree of humanity to nourish itself. Without a full belly, it is unwise to meditate.

For me, returning from my experience in the Sangha is an opportunity to apply a vision of society that fosters a climate of trust for prosperity, sharing a political vision from a place of inner abundance.

This is not the case for everyone in this forum, perhaps especially after the deaths of Sam and Parmartha, as if discussing the practical problems of the economic ghetto we have been forced into, while keeping our eyes closed to better sense the expansion of the Hara, might seem unwise in the eyes of crafty friends.

Anyway, Veet, just to answer your question…

Well, at the beginning of my SN journey, maybe 2009 or so, probably due to Lokesh, who had expressed such kind of a narrative to me too, I had started sharing elaborately on SN. Ofcourse, I have a tendency to be telegraphic but yes, when it happens I do share as elaborateIy as I can whenever possible. I would ideally not want to be selfish & aloof, I guess need to save one’s energy , about reputation = people’s opinion ,I mostly am very impulsive, guessing it’s my nature, I don’t find the need to change that for anyone’s opinion.

Btw, Veet, I didn’t have any Religious, Social & Political obligations as such before coming to Poona either, maybe due to my Father & his family’s theosophical & later J. Krishnamurti background.

Don’t be offended if the things I say in the interaction with the nickname “Kavita” might have some correspondence with the reality of your subjectivity; mine are merely interpretations of your writing, no claim to infallibility.

Do you think you fit the stereotype of the selfish sannyasin recently described by Lokesh?
Perhaps before meeting Osho, you were a person collapsed under the weight of religious, social, and political obligations. Now you’re just experiencing a relapse of disengagement, less concerned with what comes out of your mouth than what goes in, even if it will later be pooped.

My friend Swati is like you, hands on with all the World Situations, whether it’s Social, Political or Economic, she tries to drill / rub some of that on to me, but guess I have a thick (even though soft) skin!

What I gather is that in most countries it’s the right-wing which is coming to the forefront, due to the no-vote class being more active & rich families involved in remote-controlling everything.

Yes I do know a bit maybe superficially, about the world situation / happenings, somehow think & feel that probably the Crux of the matter is only greed / survival, as I possibly can relate to only that!

I’d rather look at this wonderful nature & enjoy what best life offers to me, wherever I live, be it Poona or on my travels. I think & feel the best I can do in return is watch / savour / digest as much as possible, in that moment, as finally all just gets pooped!

There was an underlying irony in my comment on your photo; here we say, “It’s raining, thieving governments!”

Air is certainly a public resource, belonging to all citizens. Representatives of the people should protect this asset; they are paid with our money to make laws and enforce them for that purpose.

Unfortunately, there is such a power gap, both political and economic, between those forced to breathe toxic air and those who can buy a paradise island in the Caribbean that those who can buy an island can also buy politicians who write and enforce laws that favor them.

Giorgia Meloni is a woman of the people, of humble origins, like Modi, with a mother who was a shopkeeper and a father who was a drug trafficker. For these origins, she has all my human sympathy, for how she managed to redeem herself socially, doing very menial jobs.

Unfortunately, like you, she’s quite lazy politically, judging by her limited analytical accuracy. From a young age, she has always favored simplified forms of power: a leader surrounded by a democratic vacuum is enough for her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWx5qUQa0CQ

Having grown up in institutional roles, supporting Berlusconi’s twenty-year leadership, sharing the sacred formula of tradition that identifies the right wing of politics, not only in Italy, the motto of “God, Fatherland, Family,” repeated like a mantra during the election campaign, Giorgia Meloni has demonstrated after her winning election, like many of those who preceded her, that democracies have been infiltrated by private power, with their own agenda.

We discovered that Meloni, having identified Trump as the leader of Berlusconi’s same corporate and private vision—the strongman, perhaps the father figure—the homeland she spoke of during the election campaign ended up coinciding with that of her leader, the USA.

With Meloni, God died in Dombas, in Gaza, in a school in Tehran.

The family model that men and women in Meloni’s government babble about has been the subject of scandals involving extramarital affairs, in the best Berlusconi tradition—nothing new.

People are starting to understand that if the richest people can buy an island and a government, then they can do the same with journalistic and academic narratives of reality.

In Italy, the largest party is the one that doesn’t vote.

Did you really think I identified you with your political leader?
I don’t think you’re that disconnected from reality.

Nityaprem, if there are no official texts that help define Buddhism, perhaps relying on the traditions of meditative practices that have fostered intuitive knowledge could lead to very different conclusions.

A first reason why Mr. Rick doesn’t consider himself a Buddhist, based on what Buddha says, is because he believes it’s impossible to achieve perfect understanding of the infinite world.

Because, if it’s true that ignorance is the cause of human suffering, then only by imagining one can know all the forms reality can take, which could causing suffering, would one guarantee the enlightened one’s perfect bliss.

The second anti-Buddhist reason concerns the Buddha’s invitation to live in the present.
According to Mr. Rick, the present is also the place to learn from past mistakes (I imagine we also learn by delving into the positive, even blissful, experiences we had in the past).

So the past must be put into perspective with respect to the ideal-spiritual model we are striving for, which we already partly know, experience, and intuit.

While practising, if we lost perspective on our striving toward joy, as I said, even in the form of a lost paradise (in the past), there would be no growth or evolution, and we wouldn’t know what tension to strike in our soul strings (discipline: is it more mortifying to meditate in silence for six years, with the prospect of reincarnating, or falling back into the same painful mistakes of six years ago?).

The third reason, the one I most agree with, is the stoic choice of Buddhist monks to live by renouncing material possessions. This is criticized as unnecessary mortification, since the problem is clearly not possessing something but being possessed by it.

Almora experiences misty and pleasant weather in May primarily due to its high elevation (approx. 1,600 metres/5,400 ft), which keeps temperatures cooler than the plains, and the frequent arrival of afternoon showers or lingering morning fog that often characterizes the transition into the summer-monsoon period.

Here is why Almora is often misty in May: Altitude-Induced Coolness:
Positioned on a mountain ridge, Almora’s high elevation provides a natural cooling effect. As warm air rises from the valleys, it cools and condenses, forming mist and clouds around the crest.

Localised Weather Systems:
May often brings a mix of sunny, warm days and afternoon or evening showers, which create lingering, atmospheric mist.

High Relative Humidity: Even though May is considered summer, the region can experience a relatively comfortable yet often humid atmosphere, with the humidity contributing to the foggy conditions.

Geographical Location: Situated in the Kumaon region of Uttarakhand, the town is frequently surrounded by thick forest, which contributes to higher localised moisture levels and the “misty mountain” experience, especially during early mornings or late afternoons.

For example, speaking of Hindu ethics applied to politics, this evening I felt the need to eat cow meat, just to uphold the primacy of the good of my fellow humans in Gaza over the monsters who, for their own personal gain, are bleeding them dry, torturing them, humiliating them…

Okay, the cow isn’t a tool (food) in itself, just as I’m not an end in myself (where my nourishment always comes before the life of a cow), but I’m very clear that a cow can’t pose ontological questions (being as a thing in itself), if only because the cow wouldn’t have the tools to apply the results of that reflection; at most, it would be a cow frustrated by philosophy…and perhaps for this reason, a life not worth living.

It would seem from this example that the greater the awareness of the conflict of interests among the many forms of living beings, the greater the human need to distinguish between ends and means, rather than between good and evil.

The relationship between ends and means is decided based on what is valuable and what we wish to achieve.

The difficulty is reaching the end without it could losing value (in our eyes), as we ourselves have changed along the way.

If it is true that ends justify means and means prefigure ends, I believe it is wise to occasionally ask ourselves, when we feel that moral tension, for some reason, seems to be easing, whether our idea of ​​virtue is hiding part of reality from us, such as other human beings waiting to be recognized by us, to be included in our ends.

I don’t know about you, but I’m passionate about the desperate causes of living beings who touchingly resist the idea of ​​being reduced to means by people who see themselves as heroes of impossible missions, such as achieving sacred goals, as sacred as Modi’s cow, and its shit.