please read again.

Madhu

(Besides that, I don´t know if some of you know each other by personal contact?).

Me, I don´t know any of you that way, although I did deeply experience ashram – as sannyas-commune life – for longer periods in India as well as in America.

As I said, 1990 then has been my last meeting of the international sangha in India; my daily meditation then here in Munich in the former so-called TAO centre, till late nineties – after that satsang meetings and again quite 15 years or so.

IT dropped me and I wouldn´t say that I dropped anything.

The point in your latest response is your ongoing projections on a person you may not even know by personal contact.

And you also don´t know me and I don´t know you, but I have been attracted by either your ART or your way of finding Osho quotes – which touched me deeply and I am grateful for that!

But when you go on an encounter trip, I often get quite irritated by the gap I feel between your identity as an artist and a thorough guardian of the gifts – Osho’s – left us for`remembrance` – and your encounter role (mostly with Shantam).

Often don´t know what you, Arpana, are really up to.

Me, as a woman, I know best, and maybe even more than you, how sometimes painful and ugly is Shantam’s or other male contributors’ here throwing of verbal buckets of stupidity as abuse.

The whole discussion forum in the virtual range about politics in Sannyas areas is sometimes ridiculous, sometimes boring, sometimes very, very painful, as I have tried to express it;
the facts behind the rumours and scandals, often brought up in a way like the yellow press would do it, and sometimes not a trustworthy feeling in it, but more like a ‘game’.

Yet I love it that this forum exists, and is managed and maintained somehow; that costs effort and time too for sure.

It feels good to try to find words sometimes for issues which may touch traumatic experiences (in my case, for example); sometimes also to get a broader vision again, as well as to reconnect with values and gifts like the ‘diamonds’ on the way.

A friends’ sharing can be a support to integrate the bunch of ‘roses with many thorns’ too,
and I am grateful for that.

The virtual character of the contact though reminds us all daily that we might not know a ‘thing’ about what to say of another human being, posting.

In this spirit, I address you HERE-NOW.

And with my best my wishes that you may have a beautiful summer evening.

From my heart, believe it or not.

Madhu

He has spent seven years nagging and attempting to manipulate
whoever the regulars are at any given time into carrying out
his wishes, and he is extremely angry at the recalcitrance of
the regulars regarding their failure to bend to his will.

He is a racist, and you believe his detractors should be nicer to him.

Yet, I say and mean it, that you don´t need to fuck up a person or humiliate him or her
to feel to be ´honest´ (reminding me of the times I came quite often across ‘Humaniverity tribes’).

Yes, one can silence a person by kind of torture games and then clap hands when he or she is ´opened up´ like a tin can, or give ´friendship´ AFTER a breakdown.

Honesty, Arpana, is – as I see it – an exchange of give and take
(giving honour, taking honour, giving honour to yourself, taking honour from the other).

What in that special example I wanted to share is that for quite a long while
addressing as expression got stuck in the same pattern: no giving – no taking -

so then dishonesty on both the tables – not only on one…

That´s all.

Madhu

“And I have the modest plea that you, Lokesh, if addressing anybody, would you please use their names?
And a wish that all this ‘chuddie-stuff’ is replaced by the miror of respect.”

Madhu,
Speaking in an honest and straightforward manner toward an individual, even if the words are negative, is more respectful than false positivity.

You can wish all you want, but you don’t seem to realise that calling Shantam ‘El Chudo’ is my friendly way of saying that the man is full of shit.

Madhoo goes on to declare, “I always see the ´inner´and ´outer´in a permanent dance together, and proclaiming a one-way ticket from here (´inner´) to that there (´outer´) as a danger to go astray as well.”

This sounds to me like antiquated sannyas- speak circa 1976, which might have sounded fine back then but sounds cliched and corny now.

My point is that we actually live much more in our thoughts and feelings than we do in the 3D world that apparently surrounds us and how that world appears to us is entirely based on how one feels. You can attend the best party in the world, but if you are in a shit space you will not enjoy it. I used to be fascinated how beggars in India could be so genuinely happy in such awful surroundings. It is an inner thing. ‘Seek ye first the kingdom of God and all else will follow.’ No joke, but most never get it.

Madhoo, you come across as somebody who lives a lot in their inner world and simply does not recognise it