Comments on: Osho’s Black Kimono Silver Spur Rolls Royce

By: Suvarna

Suvarna — Tue, 08 Jul 2014 15:29:29 +0000

Martyn, such a beautiful collection of words.
You put it so well and bring back sweet memories. Yes, like ambrosia in the air. Tingling and drowsy at the same time. Alert and deeply relaxed. Touched and yet not sentimental.

I’ll never forget what it was like being in Osho’s presence. It stays with you forever. Of course, I still miss him, even though I ‘shouldn’t’.

Love.

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 15:22:34 +0000

And here’s one that might appeal, although not a ‘Sannyas song’…

http://youtu.be/8AIWLo2VD0I

By: Fresch

Fresch — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 10:10:08 +0000

Yesterday I was watching the movie ‘Battler’, in which black people fought for their civil rights in USA. In the story, the battler was a son of a mother who got raped and a father who got shot in the deep South. He finally ended up being a battler in White House. His son first became a ‘freedom fighter’, got beaten up, imprisoned etc., ended up with Black Panthers, but walked away from violence, became a politician and changed the Post Office of USA. At first, black people were allowed to be served in the same cafeteria.

Did you ever wonder why Osho choose to call his ‘practical people’ a post office? Post office’s job is transferring the message, not to steal it and not to change the message. Their reward is to charge for the stamp and for the delivery, no matter if there was a blank sheet or one million dollar cheque. This is not happening.

In the movie, the battler’s son tried at first Ghandi’s non-violent approach, then Black Panthers, then politics. I wonder what would be Osho Sannyas way, what do you think? Now the most popular way is to focus to make your own life better: meditate with people, create personal friendships and marriages and have pleasurable holidays, connect with like-minded friends, leave the camels to karma.

By: Fresch

Fresch — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 08:44:35 +0000

Parmartha, then during the Ranch many did not know, but by now most of us are aware of many things happening with Osho.

Did you ever wonder why so many eminent sannyas people are silent about what is happening in Pune? They are certainly NOT flagging for OIF.

Anthony wrote Osho’s words, for example about homosexuality, “need to be updated”.

Arpana was wondering if it could be possible to restore Osho’s original words. So am I.

Number of visitors in Pune is lowest ever; the commune’s land is heavily in debt. How is it possible they (OIF) can afford to act the arrogant way they do?

Jayesh & co. have one huge diamond in their possession: they have most of the original tapes, Osho’s own paintings and above his Samadhi somewhere else, but not in Pune any more. (MOD: WHAT DOES above his Samadhi…any more MEAN, PLEASE, FRESCH?)

Dhyanam wrote, ”follow the money”, which is a classic journalistic approach to be seen at first. But there is so much more at stake, if Canadian cult leader gets pissed off he can just destroy, burn, everything authentic from Osho in Pune. Even the cars.

So, I just wonder why would anybody here leave it to one man’s hands, in somebody’s hands, who nobody really knows. Just now I realize the situation is far more dangerous than I was ever able to imagine before.

By: Shantam Prem

Shantam Prem — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 08:39:08 +0000

Luxury cars or begging bowls.
The most fundamental question which grips poor and rich, theist, atheist and agnostic, is very simple:

FROM WHERE THE MONEY WILL COME?

Everybody needs money. Those who have it also need it.
Many need it for their day-to-day survival, lucky ones need it for their lucky kicks!

Hilarious part is those who trust in God (or 21st century God called ‘Mr. Existence’) use all kinds of tricks available in juggler’s hat to attract the Mrs. M!

After all, Meditation (known as Mr. M) will have the bachelor’s pangs without her.

By: swami anand anubodh

swami anand anubodh — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 08:20:05 +0000

This is a trailer for a BBC TV documentary I watched a few years ago called: ‘THE MAHARAJA’S MOTOR CAR: The Story of Rolls-Royce in India’.

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The film reminded me of somebody.

I wonder if Osho being intrigued by this type of opulent extravagance, took advantage of his significant resources to simply engage in a little extra self-enquiry? To explore ‘what it would be like’ to own as many Rolls-Royce cars as there were Maharajas.

Just idle speculation.

By: swami anand anubodh

swami anand anubodh — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 08:16:06 +0000

I was doing some sightseeing in Bombay when a policeman stopped me from going inside a museum, which he said was closed for the Prime Minister’s visit.
Just as he was speaking, Mrs Gandhi came out and got into her car.
As she drove past I saw her looking at my mala, she then smiled and waved at me.

I politely smiled back and thought, “You are the PM of India and drive a Hindustan Ambassador ‘Noddy’ type car while Bhagwan has a Mercedes!”

As LK says, and I do definitely remember the yellow Merc. This was in ’75.

I am not sure when Osho started to drive the Rolls Royce in preference to a German model.

By: phoenix

phoenix — Sun, 06 Jul 2014 13:36:00 +0000

No problem, SD, agreed.
Just find the middle way.
Sadness should neither be indulged in nor ignored.
Indulgence is indeed attachment.
Ignoring means overlooking a signal of an imbalance which needs to be redressed.

By: lokesh

lokesh — Sun, 06 Jul 2014 13:21:20 +0000

There is a classic sketch in ‘Bad Grandpa’ when an old geezer gets his wild thing jammed in a coke dispenser. Good schoolboy stuff!

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sun, 06 Jul 2014 13:16:29 +0000

I don’t see there’s a problem here, Phoenix. Isn’t it the case that any such major experience remains in us, becomes part of us, for ever, in a sort of ‘latent’ (is that the right word?) ‘energetic’ form, as it were? It might hardly ever be consciously recalled through memory, but why should it ‘need’ to be anyway? It’s there, and we’re changed somehow, at some level, perhaps below conscious awareness, for ever, no matter what we might think, feel or do thereafter.

Such a moving recall as Martyn’s might be ‘necessary’ for the individual concerned, for whatever reason, and it does sound like a sort of ‘wake-up call’, although in a way there might be an inherent danger in this:
firstly, due to memory being notoriously unreliable;
second, in getting ‘carried away’ by all the emotion, to the extent that it becomes another form of self-indulgence, ie ironically enough indulging the very ‘self’ that the profound ‘psycho-spiritual’ experience undermines!

As for sadness about the lost past, well, that’s par for the course in any human life, isn’t it? Why make such a fuss about ours? If it was so good, then it’s ‘done its job’, hasn’t it, so you and anyone else can move on with greater love, awareness, self-knowledge – not forgetting the lesson:
Everything Passes, even the very best of times.

And if it wasn’t so good, then good bloody riddance (and ‘Everything Passes’ again!) – learn from mistakes and again, move on!