I lived at Devadeep in Wshington DC for a few years and then at the Ranch, my mom was in the Reagan cabinet and UN amb. but there was NO DEAL of the sort mentioned. One can know this because it was, in fact, on the nightly news that I was a sanyasin so there could be nothing to hide.

I benefited deeply from Osho and love him with all my heart to this day. I have never forsaken or turned my back on him. I have followed my own path … as he taught and every step I have found that his words and presence were alive as beauty and freedom.

I am now teaching within the Nyingma tradition of Vajrayana Buddhism, yes, but this is not “against” Osho in any way. As to the silliness about me above …. I was recognized as a ‘tulku’ within the Nyingma lineage not the Dalai Lama’s lineage … there is a lot of politics between lineages and non of it is important. Such recognitions mean nothing … often they are pure politics themselves, but even when they are not it is absurdity to trust except in your own careful evaluation.

WHoever the above people are please understand the following 1. I feel only benefited by Osho and am in no way “against” him. 2. I was not a”plant” by reagan or a secret double reverse agent of any sort … I was a seeker who found and fell in love with his Guru, that was and still is all.

There is so much beauty truth goodness love wisdom ….. inside and out … go and find it.

I have heard that there was once an ancient and majestic tree, with branches spreading out towards the sky. When it was in a flowering mood, butterflies of all shapes, colors and sizes danced around it. When it grew blossoms and bore fruit, birds from far lands came and sang in it. The branches, like outstretched hands, blessed all who came and sat in their shade. A small boy used to come and play under it, and the big tree developed an affection for the small boy.

Love between big and small is possible, if the big is not aware that it is big. The tree did not know it was big; only man has that kind of knowledge. The big always has the ego as its prime concern, but for love, nobody is big or small. Love embraces whomsoever comes near.

So the tree developed a love for this small boy who used to come to play near it. Its branches were high, but it bent and bowed them down so that he might pluck its flowers and pick its fruit. Love is ever ready to bow; the ego is never ready to bend. If you approach the ego, its branches will stretch upwards even more; it will stiffen so you cannot reach it.

The playful child came, and the tree bowed its branches. The tree was ver y pleased when the child plucked some flowers; its entire being was filled with the joy of love. Love is always happy when it can give something; the ego is always happy when it can take.

The boy grew. Sometimes he slept on the tree’s lap, sometimes he ate its fruit, and sometimes he wore a crown of the tree’s flowers and acted like a jungle king. One becomes like a king when the flowers of love are there, but one becomes poor and miserable when the thorns of the ego are present. To see the boy wearing a crown of flowers and dancing about filled the tree with joy. It nodded in love; it sang in the breeze. The boy grew even more. He began to climb the tree to swing on its branches. The tree felt very happy when the boy rested on its branches. Love is happy when it gives comfort to someone; the ego is only happy when it gives discomfort.

With the passage of time the burden of other duties came to the boy. Ambition grew; he had exams to pass; he had friends to chat with and to wander about with, so he did not come often. But the tree waited anxiously for him to come. It called from its soul, ”Come. Come. I am waiting for you.” Love waits day and night. And the tree waited. The tree felt sad when the boy did not come. Love is sad when it cannot share; love is sad when it cannot give. Love is grateful when it can share. When it can surrender, totally, love is the happiest.

As he grew, the boy came less and less to the tree. The man who becomes big, whose ambitions grow, finds less and less time for love. The boy was now engrossed in worldly affairs.

One day, while he was passing by, the tree said to him, ”I wait for you but you do not come. I expect you daily.”

The boy said, ”What do you have? Why should I come to you? Have you any money? I am looking for money.” The ego is always motivated. Only if there is some pur pose to be served will the ego come. But love is motiveless. Love is its own reward.

The star tled tree said, ”You will come only if I give something?” That which withholds is not love. The ego amasses, but love gives unconditionally. ”We don’t have that sickness, and we are joyful,” the tree said. ”Flowers bloom on us. Many fruits grow on us. We give soothing shade. We dance in the breeze, and sing songs. Innocent birds hop on our branches and chir p even though we don’t have any money. The day we get involved with money, we will have to go to the temples like you weak men do, to learn how to obtain peace, to learn how to find love. No, we do not have any need for money.”

The boy said, ”Then why should I come to you? I will go where there is money. I need money.” The ego asks for money because it needs power.

The tree thought for a while and said, ”Don’t go anywhere else, my dear. Pick my fruit and sell it. You will get money that way.”

The boy brightened immediately. He climbed up and picked all the tree’s fruit; even the unripe ones were shaken down. The tree felt happy, even though some twigs and branches were broken, even though some of its leaves had fallen to the ground. Getting broken also makes love happy, but even after getting, the ego is not happy. The ego always desires more. The tree didn’t notice that the boy hadn’t even once looked back to thank him. It had had its thanks when the boy accepted the offer to pick and sell its fruit.

The boy did not come back for a long time. Now he had money and he was busy making more money from that money. He had forgotten all about the tree. Years passed. The tree was sad. It yearned for the boy’s return – like a mother whose breasts are filled with milk but whose son is lost. Her whole being craves for her son; she searches madly for her son so he can come to lighten her. Such was the inner cr y of that tree. Its entire being was in agony.

After many years, now an adult, the boy came to the tree.

The tree said, ”Come, my boy. Come embrace me.”

The man said, ”Stop that sentimentality. That was a childhood thing. I am not a child any more.” The ego sees love as madness, as a childish fantasy.

But the tree invited him: ”Come, swing on my branches. Come dance. Come play with me.”

The man said, ”Stop all this useless talk! I need to build a house. Can you give me a house?”

The tree exclaimed: ”A house! I am without a house.” Only men live in houses. Nobody else lives in a house but man. And do you notice his condition after his confinement among four walls? The bigger his buildings, the smaller man becomes. ”We do not stay in houses, but you can cut and take away my branches – and then you may be able to build a house.”

Without wasting any time, the man brought an axe and severed all the branches of the tree. Now the tree was just a bare trunk. But love cares not for such things – even if its limbs are severed for the loved one. Love is giving; love is ever ready to give.

The man didn’t even bother to thank the tree. He built his house. And the days flew into years.

The trunk waited and waited. It wanted to call for him, but it had neither branches nor leaves to give it strength. The wind blew by, but it couldn’t even manage to give the wind a message. And still its soul resounded with one prayer only: ”Come. Come, my dear. Come.” But nothing happened.

Time passed and the man had now become old. Once he was passing by and he came and stood by the tree.

The tree asked, ”What else can I do for you? You have come after a very, very long time.”

The old man said, ”What else can you do for me? I want to go to distant lands to earn more money. I need a boat, to travel.”

Cheerfully, the tree said, ”But that’s no problem, my love. Cut my trunk, and make a boat from it. I would be so very happy if I could help you go to faraway lands to earn money. But, please remember, I will always be awaiting your return.”

The man brought a saw, cut down the trunk, made a boat and sailed away.

Now the tree is a small stump. And it waits for its loved one to return. It waits and it waits and it waits. The man will never return; the ego only goes where there is something to gain and now the tree has nothing, absolutely nothing to offer. The ego does not go where there is nothing to gain. The ego is an eternal beggar, in a continuous state of demand, and love is charity. Love is a king, an emperor! Is there any greater king than love?

I was resting near that stump one night. It whispered to me, ”That friend of mine has not come back yet. I am very worried in case he might have drowned, or in case he might be lost. He may be lost in one of those faraway countries. He might not even be alive any more. How I wish for news of him! As I near the end of my life, I would be satisfied with some news of him at least. Then I could die happily. But he would not come even if I could call him. I have nothing left to give and he only understands the language of taking.”

The ego only understands the language of taking; the language of giving is love.

I cannot say anything more than that. Moreover, there is nothing more to be said than this: if life can become like that tree, spreading its branches far and wide so that one and all can take shelter in its shade, then we will understand what love is. There are no scriptures, no charts, no dictionaries for love. There is no set of principles for love.

I wondered what I could say about love! Love is so difficult to describe. Love is just there. You could probably see it in my eyes if you came up and looked into them. I wonder if you can feel it as my arms spread in an embrace.

Love.

What is love?

If love is not felt in my eyes, in my arms, in my silence, then it can never be realized from my words.

I am grateful for your patient hearing. And finally, I bow to the Supreme seated in all of us.

Please accept my respects.

~OSHO~

There are a few people who are clever — Anup is one of them — calculating, clever. They think they can have a direct relationship with me. That is not possible.

You cannot avoid the situation that I am creating. You have to accept it.

It is hard to accept it. That’s why it is a situation, that’s why it is a device! It is hard to swallow it — that’s what the first question was, from Sudesh. He cannot accept the organization here. If he cannot accept the organization here, howsoever he thinks that he loves me, this love is not enough.

If you love me enough you will say yes to things that I am making around here. There must be something in them.

You can’t see right now, you don’t have eyes.

Sudesh says, “Things around you are not right. They are topsy-turvy.” They are managed that way by me. Passing through them, accepting them, is coming closer to me.

That will help you to grow in trust. If you cannot grow then it is better to leave. Give your place to somebody else.

Anup asks me again and again why I don’t hit him. You have to be worthy of it. The hit is not cheap, it is costly. I don’t go on hitting everybody and anybody. I hit only when I see that now the layer is so thin, just a small hit and the clouds will disappear.

Enlightenment can happen any place, can happen any moment. You just have to allow it to happen. It is not a question of place and time, it is a question of your allowing it.
………………………………………………………………………….

Ah Osho, those …revolving doors!
Deekshas and Sheelas, big doors, small doors, outer doors, inner doors… I had such urge to enter that I made a 180 degree turn going through them… That’s how I found You!

…All those doors, all those devices! Thank YOU all for been there for me.

you are a mad psychologist
you have not the slightest glimpse of who the
MASTER IS

the ´resort´will not rule
the world
the resort is full of mediocre people

we need the INTELLIGENZIA to rulethe world
as I said ..

but you will never get it…
unless you become intelligent yourself

by the way
I´m not watching TV since 35 years…

Beloved Osho,
In a deep embrace with you, in orgasmic play with existence, little more of you, little less of me.

Darshan,
THAT’S WHAT IS ALREADY HAPPENING TO YOU. Every day you are disappearing… and it is so obvious. Every day something of you is evaporating: MORE AND MORE, I AM BECOMING YOUR BEING. Soon, Darshan will not be found there at all.

AND THAT IS THE MOMENT OF GREAT BLESSINGS… when the disciple disappears… when the disciple is only a vehicle of the Master.

AND THE MASTER IS NOBODY EXCEPT THE WHOLE. The Master is one who is not, the Master is one who has already disappeared into God. The Master is already a hollow bamboo, and God is using him as a flute.

When the disappearance also has happened to the disciple… THE FIRST EXPERIENCE IS THAT OF MEETING AND MERGER WITH THE MASTER… because the disciple does not know what God is, he knows only the Master. The Master is his or her God.

ONCE THE DISCIPLE DISAPPEARS INTO THE MASTER and allows the Master to enter into the innermost core of his being, the second experience is that the Master has never been there.

Hidden behind the Master’s hands were God’s hands, HIDDEN BEHIND THE MASTER’S WORDS WERE GOD’S MESSAGES. The Master was only a singer, singing the songs of the infinite and the eternal.

Darshan, it is happening to you. I AM UTTERLY HAPPY WITH YOU, all my blessings are for you.

You say: “In a deep embrace with you, in orgasmic play with existence, little more of you, little less of me.” This is happening. This will go on happening.

YOUR PRAYER IS GOING TO BE FULFILLED IN THIS LIFE. I can guarantee only for very few people. It is very difficult to guarantee, but for Darshan I can guarantee: in this very life, it is going to be fulfilled.

OSHO
The Book of Wisdom
Ch #23: Behind the Master’s hands

they will surrender
like the whole world will
surrender IN TIME

the resort will become an energypool for the INTELLIGENZIA

instead of a tourist resort

THE INTELLIGENZIA
who will rule the world

ARTISTS
SCIENTISTS
MUSICIANS
PAINTERS
SCULTURERS
POETS
MYSTICS

only then meaningful gatherings are possible
a network of all those people who wanna work together
worldwide

the resort will become a headquarter
which works for those issues
raising funds for projects…
inviting the ´cream of society´
who has done research in human growth

those poeple will come
and get a taste of meditation
of the ´mystic..
thy will participate in
music dance painting gardening
and work on their projects
with a relaxed meditative consciousness
with the intention
to create communes all over the world

this is MY vision for the coming Millenium

2000-2012 are the MASTERYEARS

where we go into the depth of our own consciousness
the source..
which is GOD …or whatever you wanna call it

“They have no wish
for happiness at all,
walking against the wind.”

THE BAULS SAY that the real seekers have no wish for happiness at all, walking against the wind. They simply float with life. They don’t ask anything from life, they simply receive.

WHATSOEVER LIFE GIVES, THEY ENJOY, THEY DELIGHT IN IT, BUT THEIR DEMAND HAS CEASED. They don’t swim, and they never swim against the stream; they simply float with the stream. That’s what surrender is.

There is a beautiful song…
“Oh cruelly eager, are you going to fry on fire your heart’s flower-bud?
Are you going to force it to blossom and let the scent escape without biding your time?
Look at my master, God, eternally opening the buds to bloom, but never in a hurry.
You are dependent on the hours of the day because of your terrifying greed.
What else can you do?
Listen to the Beloved’s appeal, and do not hurt the master at heart.
The stream spontaneously flows, lost in itself listening to his words, O my eager one.”

The Bauls say DON’T TRY TO FORCE ANYTHING, LET LIFE BE A DEEP “LET-GO”. See God opening millions of flowers every day without forcing the buds — waiting, never in a hurry, giving their time to them.

The Bauls say: EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT ITS RIGHT TIME, EVERYTHING HAPPENS IN ITS OWN SEASON. Wait, don’t be impatient, don’t be in a hurry.

All hurry is greed, and all hurry is a subtle fight. THAT WHICH IS GOING TO HAPPEN WILL HAPPEN. Whenever it is going to happen, it will happen. You need not fight existence. You can surrender, you can trust.

This has to be understood. IF THIS BECOMES PART OF YOUR INNER CLIMATE, IT WILL GIVE YOU TREMENDOUS JOY. Then you are no longer proposing anything, and then nobody can frustrate you. You don’t have any plan and you don’t have any goal. You are not going somewhere, you have simply left yourself into His hands, and He takes you wherever He wants.

“THY KINGDOM COME. THY WILL BE DONE…” Let His will be done: that is the Bauls’ method. It is of surrender and love and trust. The Baul is not a yogi, certainly not a Hatha yogi; the Baul is a lover, a devotee. He trusts that God is taking him into some unknown world — but it must be beautiful because He is taking. THE RIVER IS GOING TO THE OCEAN — it must be going, because it is His river. This childlike trust is his only method.

OSHO
The Beloved
Vol 2, Ch #7: They kill lust with lust