after having had (1984) the treat somewhere in the desert with “rajneeshism” i ended up in a long period of heavy poisoning and its after-effects on body-mind soul
yes
soul also – guys
i still don t know what survived and what not
yet i know i m writing a letter
try my best-

the approach to FACE the paradox is a very challenging one

end of the seventies, last century, i ve been imagining to meet and join in the sannyas realm a quality that ever so often has been named “Intelligence of the HEART”
and imagining also a perspective to celebrate in interdependence of humans
the way of “Humanity TRUST”
these words in parentheses still have a meaning for me

the deep experiencing of the “dark sides of the moon” (conciousnesses in action)as well as on my side as on the way of other people s treat so to say
on quite some muddy pilgrimage corners
have left scars, well to be seen

when i was a little girl in the fifties, last century, i ve been given the task of looking after the new born chickens

they pick at each other NOT ONLY when there is not enough space for the individual
and NOT ONLY when there isn t enough food

they just do

then – when a wound is fresh and that is realized by others
they turn into cannibals
my role was (and i ve been too small to cope with that)
to take care of the wounds and hinder the others to habe a fresh meal of own flesh
nowadays
we have more as good reasons to take that as a metaphor for humans too

YET
i’m still imagining “Humanity Trust” as a trust in humanity
hopeless case i am this way..

and YES
fresch and others of your kind here on the virtual..
my english as a german might be bad
my heart and way of giving effort to understanding is NOT bad

to face sometimes pig headed-pig hearted behaviour
and you know that i don t mean the poor animals on this planet
to face that is more than a challenge

so

madhu’s pigeon-prayers of today
for you
on- the second celebration day of christmas-eve
in the
here-now.de

“I may not have gone into the university but does not mean I have a limited mind set. I got my M.BA from a prison cell in the category of Export-Import! ”
Swami India Returned.

Well nailed, sir!

SP’s back, as usual, in ye olde days with an imagined harem of western dollies. Welcome to the indian bollywood film dick club.
“western women are radiating grace and glamour”(madonna/whore complex?)
Master schmaster it’s all about the gynaecology. Go to any beach with western nubiles in India, and watch the phalanxes of asian pervs and molesters on the prowl.
Osho had to ban indians from doing groups, it was just too off putting for everyone else.
SP despises indian women and western males, yet squats on SN like a croaking toad instead of joining the clone wars.

He hoped to continue his ‘spiritual practice’ in the west, but here he’s just lidl-class. Even any old recycled skirt from an oxfam shop is immune to his confused metaphoric babblings.
And he just wants to belong… to a large emporium of daisy-chained boobies, preferably.
“To be a disciple needs very feminine mind and a feeling i need strong companion to hold me… kind of booby feelings.”
It’s a regression to the womb. The Indian male ego is a group mind, group think. Devotion is about getting lost in the other, in the guru, in the booby, removing the burden of autonomy, individuality, self-responsibility.

Everything is exaggerated, overblown, idealized and polarized amongst the inmates in the Hospital for Rhetorical Diseases (like Sw Brian & Eggbantam, ‘same same’.)
Oshoville is probably the only place where indian swamijis could have their cake and eat it too, freed from the totalitarian prison of caste, culture and arranged marriage, which is the rest of India, and hidden behind a veneer of godliness, faux spirituality and guruholism.

Thus, unfortunately for him, merely magnifying not only said inadequacies, but also highlighting his own rather crudely racist tendencies.

Who, then, I wonder, is the ‘real’ “pygmy” here (note the spelling, Shantam)?

(PS: No prizes for the right answer. Although consolation prizes might be awarded to all those who, perfectly understandably, answer ‘Ekantam’!).