Number 2 is just self-important bullshine, total, self-deluded tripe.

Today is today.

“Right now I am highly interested in Osho’s background with Tibetan tantra”.

Wowee! Now you see her – now you don’t!

Is it a bird? (certainly is!)…
Is it a plane? (don’t think so)…

No, it’s…

Super-Sannyasin!

How DO you do it, Freschie?!!

You might get it, who knows?

Ok, Fresch, so how about my general points about your “interest” in “Tibetan tantra” (my post of 7.37pm, May 19)?

As for “Still, who knows?” re your reincarnation nonsense, well, if that’s not another attempted wind-up (= provocation) what is clear is that you have absolutely no clue about the topic and are apparently perfectly content to waft around it in conventional ‘New Age’ air-head fashion, as yet another ‘interesting’ thing for your mind to self-indulgently dream about.

Wake up!

So, you really made it to be scientific and intimate in this one. And still we’re never really objective, but it’s a subjective approach.

At this time of my life I have to agree with Madhu: the past can be something you can get stuck with. History has passed for me, no more there. To leave this moment open is scary, but seems like the only way for me right now. And from this moment next moment is born.

“Short glimpse of and in a rainbow gathering,
and what a rainbow is, we all know.

It’s a happening, where many, many components need to come together for a blissful moment of awe, including our standpoint as a viewer – so we are part of it
– or not.”

This is all rather vague so I don’t know what you mean. I can only guess (and probably wrongly) that you’re referring to some sort of collective event that triggers a ‘peak experience’ (some sort of ‘satori’?).

Could you describe this “rainbow” idea/experience in more detail, please, Madhu, with an actual example, if possible, to make it clear what you mean?

From the many ‘nuggets’ of the long and complex thread issue posted here, just one – being put in context of a life:

“If I had read that book as Gandhi did, I would not have come to the same conclusion. It is not the book that matters, it is the man who reads, chooses and collects.”

I would say this quote is relevant for any one of us;
just looking inside outside to the responses (or ‘follow-ups’) so different and unique to some given trigger in form of letters and words.

Words are just containers – yet sometimes they may give a promise for a life we are, or have been, yearning for.

That is the role printed books have been for me from early childhood on, but it made such a difference when in the last century, in the sixties or the seventies, I could meet people in flesh and blood ‘beyond the small family’, having that flavour to live what they say and say what they live.

And the most important thing has been: doing that by way of celebrating – the latter has been very convincing, or you could say, a magnetic pull.

Short glimpse of and in a rainbow gathering,
and what a rainbow is, we all know.

It’s a happening, where many, many components need to come together for a blissful moment of awe, including our standpoint as a viewer – so we are part of it
– or not.

How to cherish this in gratefulness, without being hooked to the past (that will never come again this way) – and staying open and available, awake, for next ‘rainbows’ to come?

Or even being open for – how that then feels – the acceptance of the possibility
of never experiencing being part of a ‘rainbow’ again…

Yes,

even the latter…
and maybe that kind of “yes” opens doors, instead of closing them.

I just love to get a glimpse of the work of Neeten – posted here,
just a little bit of it, or from it, and I did not make it to the not-ending end.
Yet, I love it, like the chance to taste the NOT-knowing, by support of a thoroughly done ‘rainbow-weather-conditionings’ reminder, including participants of such a happening
of yesterdays-todays-maybe-tomorrows.

It’s where a scientific approach promises to meet
the art of LOVING-WHAT-IS.

And that is rare, especially these days, I feel.

As, for example, the ‘tantric-approach to life’, many people reduce to a fuck-story with or without dope.
Yet – there is much more – in that.

Madhu

P.S:
I remember Osho having spoken on the word ‘patience’ – saying, that patience is not just a word….

On Osho’s own love of books – well, it is as it is. The point of what Neeten has done is that this does not get lost. Osho was an intellectual as well as a mystic, and that is part of the key as to why so many in the West were drawn to him.
The picture of Osho that some devotees live with is a long way from how he really was as an individual living in a small town in the middle of India in the forties and fifties. I am sure he was very rare from such a background in having any sort of library, but that was his predilection.