Forget all about this spiritual stuff – Osho

This is an account of Bhadra (Ma Anand Apurva’s ) story around meeting Osho.  She was a Jain and her family part of the rich Bombay mix of Jains at the time of which she speaks.

Although I come from a wealthy Jaina Bombay business family, I spent much of my childhood in Hong Kong, leading a relatively free, Western kind of life. When I was 23, I was married into another wealthy Bombay family and suddenly everything changed. I no longer had any independence whatsoever. In Indian families, women have no say about anything, and they especially didn’t at that time; I was always at the mercy of my various extended family members, answerable only to them and I felt imprisoned. My husband, on the other hand, was a loving and sensitive man, who was good to me always, and our life together was very caring. I quickly became pregnant and had a boy, and a year or so later became pregnant again. This time it was a little girl, born prematurely and a very sickly baby. After only three months, one moment she was lying on my lap, breathing, and the next she had stopped breathing and was gone. She died in my arms. This was a tremendous shock to me; it completely pulled the ground from under my feet.

And the outcome was that I suddenly felt I wanted a totally new life. I had already met Osho long before, through my cousin and my aunt, both in 1964, while honeymooning in Mahabaleshwar, and some years later in his flat in Bombay. But I had not been deeply affected by him at first. I’d been more timid at that time, even a bit afraid of him. Now, shortly after my daughter’s death, I was taken to see him again at a meditation camp he was leading in Nargol, and as I sat down at his feet, I found myself weeping and sobbing uncontrollably into his lap. He let me cry and cry, and stroked my hair to encourage me. And then when the sobbing had subsided, he asked me very directly: “What do you want?”

I told him I had had enough of my present life. I said that I wanted to run away from my marriage and help orphaned children instead and work for the poor – helping the poor is something Jainas of my class do; it’s part of our culture. So Osho turned to Laxmi, his secretary at the time, who was also sitting there, and asked her to go and bring a mirror. She returned with this small reflective glass, and he took it from her and held it up to my face. “Look at yourself,” he said. “See how full of pain you are! Are you going to distribute that pain to all those orphans? You’ve been talking about self-sacrifice…but now leave all that aside – be selfish! It’s time to take care of yourself and do something only for you.”

And then he leaned forward and asked me what, apart from taking care of my family, was I doing in my life at this time? “Do you know how to dance?” he asked. “Yes!” I had danced a lot as a girl and had loved it. “Do you know how to paint?” “Yes, I do!” I had also very much enjoyed painting. “And how about music? Can you play an instrument?” “I love to sing!” I said. “Good! Singing is beautiful. “Forget about all this spiritual stuff. Go home now and do these three things: singing, dancing and painting. And listen to my lecture tapes as often as possible. “And then in one year, come back.”  So that’s exactly what I did. And my life was never the same again.

It is difficult to understand the power of Osho’s energy. It was so strong, it came like a great wind and completely upturned our lives. For many women with shaky marriages, Osho, the guru, the master, took precedence. He always came first. After that meeting with him I went back home, and shortly after, began lessons in Bharatnatyam, a type of classical Indian dance. We invited an art teacher to help me start painting again and I began singing bhajans and kirtan, learning from the maestro Jalotaji.

And as time went on, something dramatically changed in me. I became fearless in relation to my overbearing family and more joyful in my married life. My husband also helped me to come out of these difficult times. He was – and still is – a very loving man, and although I have since led an independent life, he has remained a caring and devoted friend.

Copyright: Judith Brandt. Text from her book “Encounters with an Inexplicable Man” 

Book available through Osho Viha.

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35 Responses to Forget all about this spiritual stuff – Osho

  1. shantam prem says:

    There is one lady called Bhadra in Pune. Many times I have seen her sitting in the first and second row during Osho´s discourses.
    Maybe this is the same lady.

    And as I know the life around Pune, she has almost become an expert to promote new masters in the market. If there is a kind of record of visiting enligtened masters, this lady will break all previous records!

  2. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    Friends,
    What a beautiful story that is about the Master, from the phase after travelling and lecturing to enormous amounts of Indian people, then starting with the meditation camps.
    (After, the flow then into another phase, and the call of a multiversity, multi-variety and multi-national Sangha then, calling lots of so-called westerners).

    I have been reminded of Indian friends like Maitreya, whom I loved very much, and was lucky to meet.
    And I mention Maitreya here, because he never made a split between West and East, and was a mature being.

    Well, “forget about all the spiritual stuff” is something some other Indians I came to know, boasted of, when sometimes complaining that the hordes of westerners and “their growth-groups” would spoil what an Indian style of ashram is all about.

    Maitreya – and sure enough some others of his calibre – yet enjoyed a soul meeting and coming together in an East-West caravanserai, and a kind of culture clash of differences in roots and upbringings was never a hindrance to have a good contact.

    Sure enough, rarely Indians did any ‘groups’ and they have not been recommended to. I don´t know if that has changed meanwhile as also India is going through major social changes.
    (Which might not – up to now – make an iota of change in the rich dynasties of Indian families).

    The story I read here brought me to tears, as it is a story of how Love of a Master can bring a blessing of a fulfilling and happy and enduring life change of somebody who ‘takes refuge. And it might be of importance that some other parameters are smoothly fitting, like in the family Bhadra was born and with her husband.

    “Forget about all that spiritual stuff” – like it appears here as an invitation to the string is – as I understand it – connected with giving her life another Love-and-Wisdom direction as she herself (we read) had intended to take: her wish to be “a social worker….and helping the poor….”
    There we are. In the ‘Psychology of the Buddhas’!

    And what a very good and universal reminder is that: looking into the mirror and having an inner research if in the ‘helping’ role, we cover up own unfulfilled life issues or even covering up own miseries by ‘dealing’ with other people´s.

    This is an ever-present issue to everybody, and beyond Bhadra´s sharing.

    I remember also in that context how the phrase, ‘First Healer, heal yourself’
    had been sinking in down to my roots and shaking me off some self-important fantasies that I could be of some use as a trained psychotherapist.

    Not only the so-called West is full of psychological counsellors, social helpers and any kind of interference-managers, administering the more and more feelable tangible pain waves and hunger for sense, and the quest of more and more people.

    And rare are those – very rare are those – who are coming from that energy that their own healing is accomplished or close to that.

    And rare are those who are honest to themselves as well as to others and don´t hide in their ‘role-taking’.

    That – for me, friends – is the issue of that string, which is touching me and which brought up lots of ‘circle songs’ from the inner-and-outer.

    Love

    Madhu

  3. Parmartha says:

    Felt the same way, Madhu.
    I like the story and it rings true.
    I liked the way Osho was with this lady, and he showed real understanding and gave the right advice, which would not have been the advice of the Jain Elders at the time. I particularly liked Osho’s use of the mirror that he requested Laxmi bring him.

    The Jains attracted to Osho (who was born a Jain) were many at the beginning, but most of them apparently dropped away when he started talking about sex…

    Please correct me if I am wrong, but as I understand it Sheela’s family and Laxmi’s were also Jains.

    Given this was Osho’s community and that he would know the social nuances and foibles of the Jain community, I have always been surprised that he did not seem to ‘read’ Sheela very well.

  4. shantam prem says:

    In Fitness and Sauna once in a while, I meet a Ma who is regular Pune visitor and professional therapist, running her groups in Europe, Israel and Russian Bloc countries. She loves her work and earns quite a handsome livelihood out of it.

    During her last group in Greece, she was reading this book and offered it to me once she had finished reading it.

    Reply simply came out spontaneously, “No, I don´t want to read this. I have no interest in other people´s experiences.”
    She was a bit taken back.
    Then I added sweetly, “Must be sugar-coated stories.”
    She laughingily replied, “Savita is British, living long time in India. She must have filtered out extra sweetness.”

    Sometimes I wonder what kind of readers get attracted to such books?

  5. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    Dear Parmartha, you wrote:
    “Given this was Osho’s community and that he would know the social nuances and foibles of the Jain community, I have always been surprised that he did not seem to ‘read’ Sheela very well.”

    The point, as I see it, is rather that more than just some of us DID ´read´ Sheela quite appropriately in her actions and character, but didn´t make an appropriate response.
    Some I know, who boast nowadays that they gave the Mala back or just disappeared for a while or forever, maybe then appeared on the scene again (or not) and then, with comments like, “Oh, knew it all beforehand…”

    The communal affairs have never been a ‘one man show’, never.
    And Osho was not a commune member (and will never be).

    That´s what all historical analysis about fascism teaches us, and up to now we haven’t learned much out of it, have we?

    What really happened behind the scenes in His long period of Silence, I didn´t know, but what I felt is that something was going utterly wrong amongst my nearest fellow-travellers and shared that.

    So up to this moment, my focus is on the power of a MOB of nodding individuals, hiding in anonymous ways by contributing (in action) to totalitarian and inhuman atmospheres like ´one body´, so to say.

    And this is an issue recognisable on many levels , be they called ‘spiritual’, ‘economics’, to join a ‘winning’ team , no matter what human lives that may cost, whether on the MOB´s side of any war team, killing brothers and sisters, no matter how, for reasons incomprehensible.

    We find that kind of energy in so-called everyday life any moment – and some are so perverted that they say, “Aahhhh…that´s human conditioning…”

    Me, I more than doubt that!

    And we find it in chats on the internet too – that´s for this moment the nearest thing to be aware of in our ‘Information Age’.

    Another example:
    We haven’t come to know yet WHO killed 300 people (pushed the exit button), to shoot a holiday aeroplane of Malaysia Airlines that was in the sky crossing one of the current war zones of these days.
    But still it was not (yet!) a robot taking decision but a ‘human’ in a team, hiding in a team.

    Now the tourist and the journalism tourist programme is in full gears but the many innocent people who died and children amongst them too, will never be alive again through this.

    And see the automatism of war in the Gaza Zone these days, and the onlookers in the worldwide web or on television screens.

    What has this to do with a commune of spiritual seekers?
    A gathering of fellow-travellers?

    In the time of the ‘Information Age’ and amongst digital natives,
    quite a lot.

    Madhu

    • Shantam Prem says:

      This is really a fantastic piece.
      Thanks, Madhu, for this thought-provoking prose.

    • Arpana says:

      Need Someone to Blame? Look to Yourself!

      While the blame game may have its place in the realm of politics, it can only hurt us to play it in our personal lives.

      What do you win when you play the blame game? If you could convince others that your parents are to blame for the way you are, what good would it do? If your business failure could be blamed on something that really wasn’t your fault, would that help? Can blaming our personal problems on outside factors ever be helpful?

      Possibly. There is some evidence that assigning failure to things outside our control may be useful for maintaining self-esteem and motivation. An example is when someone says “Oh, the rain ruined the event,” then adds, “I’ll have to plan for that next time.” The truth is, though, that many would just blame the rain without adding the second part of the thought.

      Losing The Blame Game

      Focusing on outside factors that contribute to our problems de-motivates us. Even if it was true that a friend made you late for an interview and you lost the job, it just can’t help to dwell on it. When you do so, you just feel like giving up, don’t you? What can you do then? Two things.

      1. Learn Your Lessons.

      2. Take Responsibility.

      If, for example, it was an accident on the part of your friend, you just let it go. If your friend is always late, however, you note that. Now you tell yourself, “I’ll get a ride with someone else next time,” or “I’ll plan to be there thirty minutes early and I’ll have a back-up plan.”

      It’s one thing to recognise when others do something wrong, or storms rain on your parade. It’s another thing – a useless thing – to persist in blaming outside factors for where you are in life. If someone stole all your money, they did you wrong, but don’t persist in blaming as your ongoing response. Ask yourself what you can do to make more, and to keep it from being stolen again. Always focus on what YOU can do, not on what others have done.

      Subtle Blame

      Ah, but the blame game can be a subtle one. There is a fine line between the necessary recognising of ‘problem factors’ and giving control to them. If a person gains weight easily, they have to recognize that fact. Repeating that fact to oneself or others, however, is usually a subtle way of saying, “My body type is to blame, so there’s nothing I can do.”

      To overcome this tendency, include what YOUR decisions are when talking about outside factors. Follow, “John just depresses me,” with “but I choose to spend time with him.” Say “My parents screwed me up,” but add, “that’s why I’m working to change my beliefs.” Have you ever known someone that subtly blames the world for his problems, but never seems to recognise his own contribution to his problems? How happy and successful is he?

      Every one of us could think of dozens of people and things that have caused us problems in our lives. Who and what are they? Who cares?! What are are we going to do about it? That’s the important question. Have you ever seen someone blame their way to success? It’s time to give up the blame game.

      • Shantam Prem says:

        If world listens to the good-intentioned couch potatoes sitting in a lotus position, there is no need to blame Monster Putin and his gang for the 298 untimely deaths of that ill-fated flight MH 17.

        Anyway, for such holy idiots there is no untimely death. We all live and die with our own self-created shit karma.

  6. Anand Newman says:

    This reminds me of Osho’s mother. I heard she was a very simple person with no spiritual ado, but yet attained a very blissful state of being. Just eat when you are hungry, sleep when you feel like sleeping, that’s all that is her way of life.

  7. Shantam Prem says:

    Don´t blame, don´t blame
    the shopkeepers of my favourite toys.
    If the business gets closed,
    from where I will get my toys?
    World is bad, world is cruel,
    I need my holy books
    To feel safe, to feel protected.
    Don´t blame, don´t blame
    the shopkeepers….

    • satyadeva says:

      I notice you’ve failed to respond to my most recent posts (July 18) at the last thread, Shantam. If you haven’t read them yet I suggest you do as they’re relevant to this particular issue.

      I agree with Arpana here, your buttons have been well and truly pressed, because these last few years you’ve spent a vast amount of time and energy here on blame.

      And one can only imagine the internal ‘blame/victim’ dialogue that you’ve probably carried on privately during the same period.

      ‘Tragedy’ (if that’s the right word) is, you appear to have not the slightest idea of just how much of your precious life you’ve wasted, up that blind alley.

  8. Shantam Prem says:

    I read most of the posts but it does not mean every shit deserves an answer.

    For example, this post of Satyadeva. It is not just a shit but loose motions gone bad.
    Satyadeva says:

    18 July, 2014 at 3:48 pm
    I might well be way off track here, Shantam, but it’s occurred to me that perhaps your extreme concern for returning to ‘the good old days’ at the Pune ashram could be at least partly driven by a fear of being unable to rent out your property there (to ashram visitors @ maybe top, ‘western’ prices?).

  9. Shantam Prem says:

    On my facebook wall regarding the Malaysian Airlines tragedy someone has posted an Osho quotation, though quite irrelevant to the base contents yet quite appropriate for Sannyasins, ex-sannyasins and their guru´s work. Sorry, no guru but a friend who changed their names.

    “Bliss is the climate I want to create for you – that’s what a Buddhafield means. Where so many people are soaring high, it is easier for you to soar. Even the newly- born bird, seeing his parents flying into the sky, gathers courage, starts fluttering his wings, becomes aware of his potential. The flight of the mother, of the father in the sky is very seductive. Sooner or later the child-bird is bound to try it and with a few trials and errors he will be on the wing.”

    In my mind and heart relevant question is not about copyrights and trademarks but the creation of an international Buddhafield.

    I don´t think other than Osho any other enlightened/semi-enlightened/ half-cooked enlightened from the West or from North and South India has ever thought about.

    To duck this question is quite a shrewd act. Even Osho´s dentist won´t take it nor those traveller therapists preaching about love, path of love, subway of Love and highway of love….

    • satyadeva says:

      Sure, Shantam. Only problem is, the ‘Buddha’ ain’t around…

      The day you see the impracticality, the waste of energy, hence the futility of living in the past, in ‘the good old days’, will be the day you begin to wake up.

      Same goes for the fool who posted that quote.

  10. Shantam Prem says:

    Buddha of 21st century living in a poisoned body working overtime to create a Buddhafield….Man was really nuts, was not aware it is a wastage of energy…Why to create that which is going to die after His death?

    Osho´s Buddhafield was surviving tip-top almost 10, 12 years after founder´s death.
    Then some smart guys thought, “Why not open the belly of a goose who gives one golden egg a day?”

    They wanted everything wholesale on a grand scale.

    • satyadeva says:

      Dream on, Shantam…

      “International Buddhafield” in a polluted Indian city – with no ‘Buddha’ in sight (or insight), just a crowd of ‘seekers’, mostly middle-aged and older, united in varying degrees of ignorance, disunited through issues of nationality, person-al preferences and interpretations of ‘what Osho really wanted’, would-be ‘priests’ (therapists and others) wanting things their way, many there, like you, purely for ‘social excitement’, desperately hoping for a re-run of ‘the good old days’?

      It’s a bit like hoping and praying that the 60′s and 70′s might return, or that the Beatles might finally get together again for one last big show…

      That dream is over. As I said, time to wake up, Shantam, time to stop blaming ‘circumstances’ and the actions of others for deficiencies in your own life, which, I strongly suspect, is what you’re stubbornly addicted to. The ‘collective’ will never ‘do it’ for you, but this is a realisation that’s yet to dawn upon you.

  11. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    Dear Satyadeva,
    “That dream is over. As I said, time to wake up, Shantam, time to stop blaming ‘circumstances’ and the actions of others for deficiencies in your own life, which, I strongly suspect, is what you’re stubbornly addicted to. The ‘collective’ will never ‘do it’ for you, but this is a realisation that’s yet to dawn upon you.”

    Satyadeva, it may well be, that you are dreaming too, not only those you like to blame and shame as dreamers, standing in ‘your dream’ aloof as ‘father superior’ and in behaviour like some of those I remember as group leaders in encounter game groups, giving fuel to the rest of some group when a scapegoat is checked out to be ‘treated’ as such.

    I have come across utter misusive and utterly arrogant professionals of this kind.

    You didn´t feel a need yourself to respond to the issue of the thread above, did you? Your start is to blame and shame others for their wrong ‘patterns’ to express – and quite often it was like this (not only these months) but also when I have been reading older ones.

    That’s what is called a contribution, a sharing to an issue given, it mostly ends up in very personal and very abusive ways to show up as top dog/underdog show, and loses track of content so easily.

    The responsibility to that is a shared one and you are included and not ‘above’.

    In my (inner eyes), you, Satydeva, are very often also part of the dreams you are others accusing of – just another side of the mirror.
    And I can´t remember having felt your heart in your postings ever; maybe you imagine to have transcended ‘heart’ as a quality, who knows?

    Just to shame somebody constantly does not change him a bit.

    You know? Do you?

    Madhu

    • satyadeva says:

      Madhu, it seems you need to hear the obvious, ie this is simply a place where ‘unawakened’ people, to a greater or lesser degree all ‘dreaming’, including you, me and Shantam, express their views on issues and respond to others’ views.

      As such, we’re bound to sometimes or perhaps often not express ‘the truth’ but merely our own sense of it, so we’re all going to get things ‘wrong’, or only partially ‘right’, and be or feel ‘misunderstood’, even ‘abused’, and so on…

      Not a lot more to say about this really, although as it would seem you are very disturbed by my critical thoughts on Shantam’s utterly obsessive ‘dream’, one he’s been at pains to repeat here almost every day for a number of years, it might be worth your while to look a little deeper to see exactly why this is the case.

      I notice that you have preferred not to go into specific points I listed yesterday (8.18am), eg in the first paragraph, so I’m wondering exactly what you disagree with and why; whether, for example, certain sentimental (note the word!) attachments of yours might have been disturbed. (As well as any resemblance to resented past ‘authority’ – of your father, perhaps? – that my, er, ‘Saturnian’ approach might have stimulated in you).

      Finally, as for your accusations of “shaming”, that’s surely a matter for the person concerned to decide upon. If Shantam feels ‘humiliated’ (I assume that’s what you’re getting at?) then that’s ultimately his affair, his responsibility to deal with. This is only a relatively innocuous online forum, not a bloody concentration camp! I hardly think after ‘the war’ I’m going to be hunted down and put on public trial, do you?! My feeling is Shantam is perfectly capable of looking after himself, he actually doesn’t need your ‘bleeding heart’.

      Maybe you over-identify with the one you perceive as ‘the victim’ of ‘harsh authority’, or an ‘uncompassionate, uncaring, brutal society’, as that’s often enough what comes through in your own posts as your personal experience these days.

      In which case, I suggest you’re seeing my responses to Shantam through the unreliable lens of extreme personal emotion – in other words, via a particularly untrustworthy part of your very own ‘dream’, Madhu, one that might be inappropriate to project onto others.

  12. Shantam Prem says:

    Through every day of my life, I feel Osho virus in me. I am very grateful about this Osho energy and the life-changing time I have spent in His commune.

    Yet it is my deepest wish, if by chance I have life after this life, I wish not to come across any of Osho’s books and recordings.

    For me, reason is simple. A Buddha exists through his Sangha after his death. It is like parents existing through the children and grandchildren and so on.

    What one should do with the seductive words only?

    So as per the title of this string, I wish to forget all that spiritual literature industry. I am sure, master´s grace will help to depart ways completely and totally from the fractured interpretations.

    • Arpana says:

      sanctimonious, saŋ(k)tɪˈməʊnɪəs/
      adjective
      derogatory
      adjective: sanctimonious

      Making a show of being morally superior to other people:
      “What happened to all the sanctimonious talk about putting his family first?”
      Synonyms:
      self-righteous, holier-than-thou, churchy, pious, pietistic, moralizing, unctuous, smug, superior, priggish, mealy-mouthed, hypocritical, insincere, for form’s sake, to keep up appearances;
      Informal:
      goody-goody, pi, rarereligiose, Pharisaic, Pharisaical, Tartuffian:
      “One tries to set a bit of an example, if that’s not too sanctimonious”

      Origin
      Early 17th century (in the sense ‘holy in character’): from Latin sanctimonia – ‘sanctity’ (from sanctus ‘holy’) + -ous.

  13. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    And – who are you? Arpana?

  14. Shantam Prem says:

    Seems like Madhu has sharpened her arsenal yet keeping heart energy intact.

    • satyadeva says:

      Well, Shantam, I reckon Arsene Wenger should sign her up then!

      • satyadeva says:

        More seriously, what you, Shantam and Madhu, like to term “heart” is too often nothing but sentiment, sentimental claptrap in fact.

        It somehow reminds me of how football fans like to praise a player for his “passion”, using that strong-sounding word to state that the man tends to get far too emotionally excited, often enough leading to rash errors of judgment, even violence.

        The word they should use is ‘emotional’, but this, of course, has far too many ‘female’ and hence ‘wimpish’ connotations for the average macho fan to identify himself with! So they indulge themselves by using the word ‘passion’.

        Love and emotion, true “heart” and cloying, ultimately self-indulgent sentiment – the difference can sometimes be tricky to perceive and often seems to be not recognised at all around here, or indeed, perhaps, amongst many sannyasins…Strange, though, as Osho himself was, in his being, the epitome of love and ‘passion’ (ie the true, unattached kind).

        But did he often enough demonstrate the difference in his teachings? Or did he, in encouraging the unbridled expression of practically anything in any way, in the name of freedom, create a cult(ure) where extreme emotional or sentimental self-indulgence and the delusions (as well as the freedom) that inevitably leads to, occupied a perhaps dangerously pre-eminent role? So that its ‘victims’ are often unable to ‘see the wood for the trees’, as the saying goes.

        Perhaps that’s the price of such freedom: it doesn’t come cheap, there can be casualties, temporary or apparently ‘permanent’, along the way….

        • Arpana says:

          The famous Greek shipowner, Ori Oristotle, was having a house built on a large piece of land in Greece. He said to the architect, “Don’t disturb that tree over there, because directly under that tree is where I had my first love.”
          “How sentimental, Mr. Oristotle,” said the architect “Right under that tree?”
          “Yes,” continued Ori Oristotle. “And don’t touch that tree over there either, because that is where her mother stood watching while I was having my first love affair.”
          “Her mother just stood there while you were screwing her daughter?” asked the architect.
          “Yes,” said the Greek shipowner.
          “But, Mr. Oristotle, what did her mother say?”
          “Baaa.”

          Osho.

          Be Still and Know
          Responses to Disciples Questions
          Talks given from 01/09/79 am to 10/09/79 am
          English Discourse series
          10 Chapters

          In a moment of feeling, you function as a totality. When you think, you function only as the head. When you are sentimental, you function only as the heart. Remember, sentimentality is not feeling, emotionalism is not feeling. Thinking, you are a head — just a part pretending to be the whole. Of course it is false. This perspective is false. Emotional, sentimental, you are the heart — again another part pretending to be the whole, another servant pretending to be the master. Again it is false.

          Feeling is of the total — of the body, of the mind, of the soul. Feeling knows no divisions; feeling is indivisible. When you feel, you function as a totality. When you function as a totality you function in tune with the Totality. Let me repeat it: when you function as a totality you function in tune with the Totality.

          When you function as a part you have fallen apart; you are no longer in tune with the Total. When you are no longer in tune with the Total, whatsoever you think you know is false, illusory. When you are in tune with the total, you know that you don’t know anything. But even this ‘not knowing’ is a knowing – it is a feeling, it is a love affair with the Whole.

          Osho.
          Ecstasy – The Forgotten Language
          Chapter #5
          Chapter title: There are no words to tell
          15 December 1976 am in Buddha Hall

  15. Shantam Prem says:

    This is love, that is not love.
    These are sentiments, not love, and blah, blah, blah…

    Because of such kind of mind-fuck West is suffering from bleeding heart. Under the façade is the lonely heart, broken relations and middle-aged adults without children.

    Surely childless therapists and mini-gurus are doing brisk business by telling such adults, “Lick your thumb and jump.”

    • Arpana says:

      This is love, that is not love.
      These are sentiments, not love, and blah, blah, blah…

      Because of such kind of mind-fuck Shantam is suffering from bleeding heart. Under the façade is the lonely heart, broken relations of a middle-aged adult without decent relationships with his children

    • satyadeva says:

      As I suspected, Shantam, you’ve never been taught the difference between love/passion and emotion/sentiment. All you can do is pour scorn, thus once again broadcasting your ignorance.

      Really, there’s often little or no need to criticise your outpourings, they themselves self-evidently do the job almost perfectly!

      I suggest you read the Osho quotes Arpana has just provided, that might be a decent start.

  16. Shantam Prem says:

    Oh my God, whenever I see this guy Arpana repeating the words of Osho and other people as stones and bricks, the way mob does in Philistine, it hurts even more to react.

    With other bloggers who use their own prose, it is still a balanced act.

  17. Shantam Prem says:

    If listening to and reading great religious sermons could create the better man, we Indians or ‘people with Indian names’ would have already been the inspiration of the whole world!

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