After His death, His therapists, ambassadors and the people who were getting showered by His energy have lost that legacy, that candle in the wind!
One can check the facebook pages of those hot shots, who have lived their decades in Osho’s presence, how much they talk about it and how much they talk about their retail work of herballife kind of placibo therapies.

Sitting in Switzerland(not because i have earned it, but got it as grace of Osho’s mystery school) watching the country which is in forfront of a cutting edge industrial evolution and have earned million times more money does not make me feel like poor, for the simple reason, i have tasted that Life around Osho, which is the missing link of a inner and outer fulfillment.
Osho’s complete life style which he was experimenting and sharpening and which these inner and outer members have lived it, If they don’t share that, i think it is the biggest thanklessness, a crime of a kind.

Keeping That energyfield alive is the highest stake of a gamble of collective sannyas movement, Individually, people were playing these risks all the time in all the ages. After all, Osho is not the first Buddha of human civlisation and thanks heaven, not the last.

I’m surprised that not one of you has anyhing to really share about living on the razor’s edge and going by your comments I can only surmise that you aren’t. I was hoping to hear reports of sking backwards down the Antimatterhorn, unprotected sex with multiple partners in North London’s gay bars, competing in Freiburg’s annual wurst eating contest, intimate details of a Texan motorcycle gang’s sex slave who is hooked on crank, reports from the other side from the ayahusca community, revealations about your life as an armed bank robber, how you flew into LAX with five keys of coke hidden in your brown suitcase, tales of initiation by cannabalistic sadhus on the banks of the Ganga, driving down the Autobhan in your 12 cylinder Ferrari blindfold at 330 kph, participating inVipassana marathons over the last thirty years, how you were part of a slurp orgy in Lahore, abducted by aliens, whilst on holiday in North Korea etc etc. But nothing like that, just the same old same old.

Osho as a youth dived into whirlpools in the local river, Poonjaji hefted full grown buffaloes on his broad shoulders as a young chap, Ramana sat silently in a cave, Buddha once held diamonds in the palm of his hand and threw them away, Jesus was nailed to a cross, Paramahansa ran away from home in search of his guru, the Beedie Wallah lived in the red light district and sold beedies, Krishnamurti turned down a job as avatar, Crowley did it all, Tim Leary turned on, tuned in and dropped out and Alpert became Mister Be Here Now, and Sannyasnews Commenters contnued to do what they always do and who am I to interfere?
I wrote the begnning article in an attempt to steer the subject matter away from OIF and power struggles concerning Osho’s legacy. I’d judge it to have ben mildly successful. Not one of you used the opportunity to surprise us all by telling something interesting about your life that might in some way inspire, other than having a laugh, a la Adrian Mole etc. Not one of you rose to Sri Yukteswar’s challenge framed in the following question, ‘What original commentary can you supply, from the uniqueness of your particular life?’. Nothing much it would seem.

Since the afternoon described in my story I’ve probably put in another 200kms in the sea. Water is getting cold now but I’m hooked and therefore rub oil on my skin and wear a neoprene top for insulation. The summer friends have disappeared over the horizon, so its down to the hard core element, namely my wife and I. We were discussing this morning how being out in the big blue keeps one in touch with the great unknown element that lies at the core of our lives, how being out in such an infinite body of water keeps us in touch with our true size and keeps us clear of the ego for at least an hour each day, call it meditation if you like. I find it fascinating how the ego manages to create the mirage of importance and size in our daily lives, when really we are tiny conscious cells on the face of a massive heavenly body.

With the season’s change, firewood cutting has become part of my daily routine. There really is something about chopping wood that gets one into the moment. I wonder when is the last time any of you actually chopped wood, or is it just a simple case of flipping a switch to heat your home?

Full moon tonight so Ibiza is buzzing with activity. As is my norm, except when DJ-ing, I tend to stay far from the maddening crowd. Maybe I am getting older in that respect because I am enjoying peace and quiet more than ever.
As a footnote I might add that I was invited to ask questions at an Advaita satsang tommorow afternoon. The satsang giver is a young woman named Lisa Cairns. I’ll add a link and if you care to follow it perhaps you will understand why I’ll probably give that one a miss.

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I’m curious to hear any comments. I watched for a few minutes before switching it off. It is a crazy world and as the song goes, ‘If you want to survive in this world you have to get a little crazy.’

Now, about the OIF and Osho’s legacy….

ED: OK, YOUR PLEAS ARE HEARD, DOMINIC. BUT WE’D IDEALLY LIKE TO KEEP POSTS AS ON-TOPIC AS POSSIBLE.

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I can only imagine that our Islamic friends in S Korea are looking very bemused at each other and saying…

“Hold on… I didn’t know we needed a fatwa???”

In truth, all too dangerous for me, I’m more the fear type.