Comments on: Unpainted Wooden Crutches

By: Parmartha

Parmartha — Sat, 17 May 2014 14:46:06 +0000

Like many devotees of Osho, the devotional stance always hates to admit that Osho was, apart from anything else, and certainly in the first place before his enlightenment, an intellectual. His path to no-mind was certainly through the mind.

I never really understood why devotees never got this, and pooh-poohed those who were following his path of going beyond the mind through the mind.

On another note, I did not understand your post, Shantam.

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sat, 17 May 2014 11:13:31 +0000

I might well answer you with a similar response, Shantam…

Especially, of course, that as one whose inside remains strictly ‘out of bounds’ to meditative enquiry, you yourself are hardly qualified to say anything at all about what meditation is ‘supposed to do’, are you?

Consequently, even if you were to chance upon ‘Osho’ after your body/mind/memory/opinions/emotions had been obliterated, then it’s a decent bet he’d try to make sure ‘you’ got into another body/mind that might actually follow what he’d recommended for all those years…

Of course, you could always start now…(if you weren’t so effin’ lazy).

By: shantam prem

shantam prem — Sat, 17 May 2014 10:52:46 +0000

Satyadeva, are you meditating?
I was thinking meditation helps to increase sense of humour!

Read the above post again or get some new master!

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sat, 17 May 2014 10:36:46 +0000

Apparently though, Shantam, our death includes the obliteration (aka ‘death’) of our personal mind and memory, as well as our outer shell (or ‘space-suit’) – never to exist again – so I don’t really see how the mere memory of Osho’s books is going to help you ‘find him’!

But why wait for the ultimate crisis to ‘find him’ anyway? How about now?

Time for a spot of meditation, perhaps? Always useful in matters of life-and-death, according to ‘reports’…

Who knows, you might even find ‘you’ in there – and then you won’t necessarily need to ‘find him’!

You never know your luck in a small town….

By: shantam prem

shantam prem — Sat, 17 May 2014 06:47:27 +0000

Every follower, disciple, believer carries the book of his mentor the way smartphones have chip of the service provider.
So when I die
His books will be in my memory,
Maybe It will help to locate,
where he is hiding behind the clouds!

(Remembering the video footage of proud and dignified-looking Saddam Hussein holding the holy Quran before the noose).

By: sannyasnews

sannyasnews — Fri, 16 May 2014 23:10:45 +0000

Earlier in this string some seem to have doubted Osho’s love of books.
Most extraordinary that some do not know their “Master” at all!

Even pre-enlightenment Osho kept an “Accessions register” for ‘his’ library.

From age 12 in 1943, when Osho was in primary school, he organised and kept an early book catalogue over this first library collection in Gadarwara. It is an accessions register in chronological order, handwritten in large quarto format and containing ONE THOUSAND AND ONE HUNDRED AND SIX entries, covering the accession of new books in the period 1943-1950.
All entries in the accessions register are most professionally listed BY OSHO according to: / entry number / title / author / price / subject /.

For a young boy living in a small Indian town with very little contact with the outside world, as we would understand it at that time, it is extraordinary evidence of profound intellectual curiosity at a very early age.

By: frank

frank — Fri, 16 May 2014 17:02:53 +0000

Tan, some kind of hardcore Hindu good cop/bad cop routine no doubt.

By: Tan

Tan — Fri, 16 May 2014 11:35:40 +0000

Frank,
Your latest update: any idea about what the “happy couple” is going to teach the world?

By: lokesh

lokesh — Fri, 16 May 2014 08:52:13 +0000

Yes, SD, it is often the case that people who don’t cope too well with the material world start to develop a spiritual ego trip. Joining a cult and thinking its leader is the best and therefore I must be special is how the story runs.

It requires a shock to wake up from that condition, usually in the form of being forced to deal with an extreme situation, which demands that you draw on your inner resources. It is then that one discovers if your spiritual trip has any substance or not. It can happen that you see that your whole spiritual identity is based on a crutch. If you have guts you admit it, throw the crutch away and return to the drawing board. If you are weak you cave in.

The whole enlightenment trip has been wrongly packaged, ‘follow your bliss’ and all that shite. The truth is that if your search is earnest it will involve a stage of everything collapsing that you took to be your self…scary and nothing to do with bliss.

As it is, life is structured in such a way that shocks are integral to it. Does not follow that you will wake up to the false personality…you might just end up shell-shocked. There is no way to avoid it…unless maybe if one is firmly anchored in a space that is outside of mechanical life.

By: frank

frank — Fri, 16 May 2014 07:41:21 +0000

To be fair, Dave,
fanatical support from the Chuddie Road End at Jullundur Wanderers makes them the most die-hard supporters you will ever find. Despite the team languishing firmly at the bottom of the lower leagues for decades (notwithstanding a brief taste of the top-flight, 88-90 season) and the fact they haven’t even scored since the last century, they still manage to get a crowd of at least one every week.

Out of their heads on Prozac and eating all the pies, they mindlessly chant all the old songs,
‘There`s only one guru’ etc.

They think it’s all over…
It is now.