In October 1971 Osho started the early Kirtan Mandali groups of Indian and Western sannyasins, who traveled around India giving talks on His teachings, leading meditations, playing music, and singing and dancing. This seemed a good natural development of Osho’s work at the time and of great value for the participants, though after 1974 we did not as we remember hear much about them.
Osho commented in a revolutionary way, given the traditional Kirtan in India.: (SN)
“You want to know what kirtan…can do to enhance devotion. It can do a lot if we do it rightly. The way we are doing the Dynamic Meditation can be used for singing or dancing as well. It has been used in the past by those who knew its real meaning. If kirtan can be done in the way of the Dynamic Meditation, it can be of tremendous help.
If you can dance with abandon, you will begin to see yourself and your body as separate from each other. Soon you will cease to be a dancer; instead you will become a watcher, a witness. When your body will be dancing totally, a moment will come when you will suddenly find that you are completely separate from the dance.
In the past many devices were designed to bring about this separation between a seeker and his body, and singing and dancing was one such device. You can dance in such a way and with such abandon that a moment comes when you break away from dancing and clearly see yourself standing separate from the dance. Although your body will continue to dance, you will be quite separate from it as a spectator watching the dance. It will seem as if the axle has separated itself from the wheel which continues to keep moving—as if the axle has come to know that it is an axle and that which is moving is the wheel, although separate from it.
Dancing can be seen in the same way as a wheel. If the wheel moves with speed, a moment comes when it is seen distinctly separate from the axle. It is interesting that when the wheel is unmoving you cannot see it as separate from the axle, but when it moves you can clearly see them as two separate entities. You can know by contrast which is moving and which is not.
Let someone dance and let him bring all his energy to it, and soon he will find there is someone inside him who is not dancing, who is utterly steady and still. That is his axle, his centre. That which is dancing is his circumference, his body, and he himself is the centre. If one can be a witness in this great moment then kirtan has great significance. But if he continues to dance without witnessing it, he will only waste his time and energy.”
Early Kirtan groups were like street promotions, once the company got established they became Indoor Activities.
Once the new generation took over, Kirtan was shown the door, “Get out and don’t dare to come again.”
(History of Osho Kirtan in less than 50 words)
Get your facts right, please, Shantam. Nul points scored against ‘the regime’ this time, I’m afraid, as your very own master was responsible, not any mythical “new generation” regime.
Daily Kirtan meditations (as far as I know, having arrived there 3 months after it opened) were never part of the Pune ashram schedule, ie from early/mid ’74.
I know, as I’d been looking forward to a high energy routine of morning dynamic, afternoon Kirtan and evening yelling “hoo, hoo” for 20 minutes in front of ‘Bhagwan’ himself, as formerly was the case and which I’d experienced for 7 days in a ‘camp’ in Denmark, late ’73.), but it didn’t happen, which for a while I found a bit disappointing.
‘Bhagwan’ himself changed it all, abandoning the ‘village street’ kirtans (after the Kailash experiment ended) and at the ashram introducing Whirling, Kundalini (I did the very first one there – and have the medal to prove it) and then Nataraj (medal also available) – abandoning Kirtan and the Hooing, and then stopping being physically present during the meditations (another temporary disappointment, as I’d never experienced that).
It may well be that neighbours’ complaints about noise were a decisive factor in these changes, as they were for the change to a silent version of Dynamic (a major, most inauspicious disappointment for me and probably many others there at the time, as I was thereby deprived of what I most needed at that point).
Satyadeva,
You say that you had been looking forward to a “high energy routine of morning dynamic, afternoon Kirtan and evening yelling “hoo, hoo” for 20 minutes in front of ‘Bhagwan’ himself, as formerly was the case.”
Did sannyasins really used to yell “hoo, hoo, hoo” in front of Bhagwan in darshan, or was it more a case of “who?, who? who?” in those days, ie “Who am I?”
Just wondering.
Yes, they yelled “hoo hoo hoo” very loudly in front of him (or at his picture if elsewhere), while he orchestrated the proceedings. This was a very powerful, formal ‘energy’ meditation session lasting 20 or 30 minutes (can’t recall how long) rather than a ‘darshan’ (although I guess it depends on how you define ‘darshan’).
I can`t tell if you are joking about this or being serious, SD.
Well, it can’t be how I wrote that, surely? So it’s purely your own incredulity operating there, Shanti.
I assure you that’s exactly what went on.
Oh Sat, it tickles me, visualising you, so earnest and authentic! Wanting to do more dynamic than you were ‘allowed’.
I imagine you, growing a beard, with long hair, wearing red and yelling “hoo hoo”.
I trust you will take my teasing in the manner in which I mean it…As you, like those other early pioneers, laid the path for me and others to follow
For that I am always grateful.
Well, Simond, it wasn’t a matter of being ‘ultra-earnest’, of doing ‘extra work’, it was simply a matter of getting what I very much needed. Even ‘Bhagwan’ agreed I needed “much catharsis”.
The problem I and others had was the ashram facilities were inadequate for that purpose. Which made my 9-plus months over there ultimately disappointing, as I’d set out full of hope and expectation.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing and all that, but to be honest, at that point, despite editing ‘The Mustard Seed’, I’d probably have been better off remaining in London, or just staying for a month or two. I’d have got what I needed over here and avoided hepatitis. The two-plus years after Pune was one of the worst periods of my life.
Hi Sat,
I believe I have mentioned before but I will do so again.
‘The Mustard Seed’ was the first book I read by the man, well before I took Sannyas. It moved me enormously, and was well thumbed for many years.
That you helped in the creation of such work is a great testament to you and the others involved.
I appreciate that things were difficult in Poona and you got hepatitis. I don’t wish to underestimate the suffering you went through. Such is life…
But what you did for me and for others in editing that book is not forgotten.
And if, as I can’t help feeling, there are brownie points earned for good deeds, (whatever the hell they are!!), you earned them and will continue to earn them.
I might add that my time in Poona was pretty unsatisfying and difficult as well. Perhaps like you, I had too much expectation and hope. This needed to be burned out of me.
Life in the real world has ultimately been my teacher. It has served me well to lose all hope and expectation, to feel lost and alone, to have no love, to feel separate and isolated.
The rewards come, as the acceptance and surrender to what is real, rather than the false, slowly and inevitably arises in you. It’s happening now to you.
At last the past can wither away, without effort, and you can see that what happened on Poona has served its purpose.
“The two-plus years after Pune was one of the worst periods of my life.”
SD, why it is so?
Was it the side-effect of Pune or in general?
P.S:
I am asking this seriously and sincerely and not to make joke or fun or judgement out of it.
Every life story is sacred, more sacred than holy men and women. More sacred than holy books and philosphies.
I’m not going into this now, Shantam, too busy preparing to move home this weekend (besides, I’ve already covered this here before).
Suffice to say, it was a combination of fall-out from the lack of adequate facilities (for me anyway) at the Pune ashram 74/5, plus after-effects of hepatitis, plus the dreaded ‘Saturn Return’, plus damagingly negative experience in groups in London (which, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have done).
In short, a time of ill health, inner insecurity, loneliness, many home moves, poor (and rock-bottom) accommodation, professional failure, little money, irregular, ‘casual’ work, low morale (to put it mildly), much personal and social humiliation. Get the picture?
Not exactly a walking advert for Sannyas or ‘Bhagwan’….
That is an exact description of all that I went through after the ashram, but I’ve always thought of that time as the shit hitting the fan, after the honeymoon period, and then as it ended I began to find my feet again.
Further to that, I came across a remark by Bhagwan in a Darshan diary (cannot recall which one) and he described for the swami what was to come, and it was a description of our experience, and crudely speaking, he said, the boil has been lanced and the pus is pouring out. (The boil metaphor is mine and is the best I can do).
Interesting, Arps – maybe that’s why we always get on so well…
Problem I had though was that after not getting what I needed, ie “much catharsis” (Bhagwan’s personal recommendation to me) in Pune, I found nothing in the Sannyas world that helped, eg the meditations didn’t ‘do it’ for me, in fact they made things worse, if anything. And as I said, the Sannyas groups I did here were not just useless, but damaging.
There seemed no provision for the dysfunctional and depressed. If you weren’t ‘buzzing’ with celebratory joie-de-vivre, or a sort of ‘working approximation’ of that then you were virtually an outcast.
If, over the years, I hadn’t found one or two things outside Sannyas I’d have possibly ‘gone under’, but fortunately, I was lucky.
Re Satyadeva says (19 June, 2015 at 8:44 pm):
That too. I think of my path as a path of trial and error, with Osho usually being able to make helpful remarks along the way.
In my experience, the most sannyassinny sannyasins, the most puritanical sannyasins, don’t work on themselves. It’s working on yourself that sets you apart. (Not absolutely).
Well, I don’t know about that, my prime motivation has been more often than not simply to ‘survive’ by relieving suffering, with anything more than that a ‘bonus’!
Satyadeva says: 19 June, 2015 at 11:07 pm
But you kept going.
Namaste.
You guys have done well considering your clarity now. Let me share that I/most of us have all gone through this rigmarole in some degree in Poona & then thereafter come back on track with much clarity (for oneself).
I have ofton thought we should talk about it more, Kavita.
The big Sannyas lie is that we are all, should be blissfully happy all the time. Sannyas is life. Highs and lows:)
“I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that – I don’t mind people being happy – but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness.
It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position – it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are.
Happiness and victory and fulfilment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!”
I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word ‘happiness’ and to replace it with the word ‘wholeness’. Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.”
Hugh Mackay.
Funny, Shantam, you seem so poorly informed.
Look at this utube video from recent times, whilst you have been hibernating on the German/ Swiss border. Osho Kirtan happening very happily on an Indian street – you can see rickshaws if you bother to watch it more than a few minutes, and long after you left the Resort!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLEQsK7G47k
Shantam is like so many fanatical campaigners, being averse to letting the facts get in the way of his propaganda. Or rather, not bothering to check the facts, simply making them up to suit his own purposes.
He’ll shrug it off, as such people do, with perhaps a sort of watered-down, half-hearted ‘semi-acknowledgement’, while inwardly not giving a toss, thinking the end justifies the means. While very likely trying to deflect attention on to some other ‘pressing concern’ he thinks supports his personal obsession.
Which is invariably how many ’causes’ become corrupted, the ‘righteous’ becoming virtually indistinguishable from their ‘enemies’.
Interesting article in `Daily Sannyas Male` today:
‘Hare-brained religious fanatic defrauds German social security system to spread a bogus gospel of re-written history and mixed metaphors.’
A court hearing in Nuremburg heard today how Shantam Singh, 52, unemployed, spent his days not looking for work, as the authorities, including his mum and his industrialist cousin-brother had instructed him, but had spent his days at the computer, stuffing himself with cheap meat and cakes from cut-price supermarkets whilst conducting a relentless online campaign of mixed metaphors, sexually-obsessive, quasi-religious allegories, racist slurs and unhygienically-prepared word-salads, whilst attempting to incite fellow bloggers into ‘regime-change’ in an obscure ashram in India which he claimed was populated by alcoholics, baboons and aging, balding, paunched, bearded lotharios that he wished he was one of.
Conducting his own defence, Shantam, a failed lawyer, claimed:
“I will not move from computer until kirtan is happening and ripe mangos are again swinging and falling from trees into the chuddies and bananas are becoming banana lassi again in virtual-reality-generated white-skin fantasy.”
I have often felt that Shantam Singh should have three or four bhang lassis all in a single afternoon, and give up writing for a day.
Osho is said to have had a few of these, circa 1972 in Woodlands, and did not discourage disciples…
Such a strategy might just possibly clear up the strange movies in his head.
Parmartha, you also need to try some weed. It will help you to come to the reality of here and now.
Is there a single string of yours which is based on the reality of today rather than golden past?
Please, listen this Music from the world of Osho.
In my heart, it is a bridge from that to This!
For anybody else too, who has not even a bird’s eyes view of Osho’s last years, this music is a senstive testamony…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yyc978SRbxU
So, you use music from ‘the golden past’ in order to emphasise your (purely subjective) criticism of too much emphasis on such a past?
Lovely music, much of it might be (I’ve only heard a few seconds) – but in your terms, Shantam, it’s a load of over-sentimental codswallop (but of course, that’s your speciality).
You seem confused…
Relax, have a nice lassi, old boy….
Thanks, Satyadeva, for the link. First time I listen to Phoebe Snow and what a treat! X
Perhaps interestingly for you, Tan, it seems Phoebe Snow’s singing career was considerably slowed down by her choosing to look after her handicapped (from birth) child herself rather than placing her in an institution.
According to Wiki, the 1983 Rolling Stone Record Guide said hers was “one of the most gifted voices of her generation”, but during the 1980s she also battled her own life-threatening illness. She died in 2010, aged 60.
Shantam Prem,
Could you or anyone else tell me how this music is any different from the soppy happy-clappy music of the Christians?
Surely no one actually listens to this anymore do they?
It actually makes me feel quite sick!
Simond,
I can understand the music from the world of Osho makes you sick.
It is natural.
It is not your way, it is not your path.
If you take medicine which is not for you, you will feel the same.
Life it too short and precious to chew something which is not made for us.
Animals are more intelligent, whereas human beings are greedy, so-called spiritual seekers are even more. They flirt with this and that without thinking about consequences.
In this portal, you and Satyadeva are two such beings who go on asking for the price of the rice, yet they prefer only soya-made tofu!
Thanks, Shantam for putting me in my place.
As you say, I guess it’s not my path.
That music isn`t to my taste either, Shantam.
Here`s a video for you of those halcyon days back in Poona 1988:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oagt883BtGA
I`m with Shantam on this one.
I prefer Japanese zen porn.
You can have a really good wank to that!
This music is just so much cardboard, Shantam.
I am not sure and do not want to compete as to who is living in the present, but give some thought to yourself and your hermitage on the Swiss/German border, far removed from any collectivity of sannyasins, listening to musaz from 1993, and spending 18 hours a day on your computer. Is that living in the present?
I like the video you put up, Swamishanti. Good stuff, and actually a good music track to the content.
Yeah, I guess the music is from Poona 2.
Some special music created around that time.
Can`t seem to find most of it on Osho.com.
Only `Ten Thousand Buddhas` is there, which is a great instrumental.
Just come across this recording from ’74, by little-known but highly talented American singer, Phoebe Snow. Not exactly ‘Sannyas-style’, but perhaps the sentiments may resonate with some of us here (youtube link below song text)…
Take Your Children Home
We see these manifold expressions
All at once on his face
And that’s when we make our confession
He has conquered inner space
Take your children home
I am one, I am one
Take your children and tell them
All the peoples of the world
Should be as one
So take your children home
I am one
He kept on tickling us until
We laughed screamingly for mercy
And we marvelled at his skill
He said I’m glad you didn’t curse me
He might be my demise
Cause he’s such a good magician
I’d like to get behind his eyes
And sing and cry from that position
https://youtu.be/1zjlZFDs5Aw
(NB: Jazz buffs might like to know that Zoot Sims and Teddy Taylor play here)
Maybe the intro from SN should have also included an historical explanation:
A ‘Kirtan Mandali’ was/(is?) for some traditional Hindu NON Osho sannyasins a way of life. They wandered in small groups from village to village, discoursing on religion, instructing in meditation, dancing and singing songs. This was, as it were, a form of worship in rural India for many, many years. But these traditional forms never included ‘wild’ dancing.
Some kind of modern Osho kirtan here at Osho`s birthplace, Kuchwada:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPk57Dy4iho
And another Osho kirtan here a couple of years ago in Poona:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5z__HGMCkWU
How timely, Swamishanti, your tonight´s contribution in this
net-chat-net.
In former times it was said : “Dancing can be seen in the same way as a wheel”.
As also it was pondered about , how we can apply that turning to understand our spiritual search of Truth.
As a metapher. Watching the mechanics
We made a quantum leap – didn´t we ?
(concious-unconcious, ore unconscious than conscious – even the best It programmer…by the way…)
A leap , into the age of algorythms and Biotec Age.
And are just beginning to have a glimpse or two , on what that will mean for body-mind-soul and that what we call ´human conditioning/s´.
Some Buddhists are very proud that they can manufacture brain waves of ´compassion´for a minute or so and then stop it ll in accurate time. They became famous for that ability and science is very eager to adopt and adapt it. because that´so practical.
´Avatar ´II, III, IV… is already in its gears to make the audience acquainted .
More than a Brave New World – …so nice that we are still allowed to hop around a little bit, isn´t it ?
Please don´t ask me, Moderators or Swamishanti to elaborate what I am trying to say.
I have just been coming home from an extra bavarian ´Kirtan´, bavarian style (and habe met a lot of old sannyasfaces there (lots of ´Shantam´s ´there also), happy go lucky ;
Old ´Leela ´we should find another word for like
´Game´ and ´wheels´, what to say about wheels nowadays ?
The new ceremonial Masters are already on stage.
I have been crying for very good reasons.
If you don´t like what I am writing , feel free to de-edit.
And Satyadeva, please spare me your jungian psychoanalyst ´s view, if you happen to read it….
and Prem Martyn, you don´t need to refrain your very fitting satirycon the other day about those, who, because of a ´hang-over´ are thouroughy asked to stay away, or stay near the garbage bins.
How small this world became and also so systemic designed, isn´t it ?
The natural falls a bit short, but who cares ? Anyway is the latter hardly recognizable.
Friends are so busy with their smart phones, multitasking and organizing – before in- midst and after , putting up the show/s and have a selfie here and there.
Yes, I cried for very good reasons.
And it feels good to send that to U.-nited K.-ingdom.
Madhu
PS
Satyadeva, the song text, you posted was a beautiful one; I am glad , you posted the text , as I was not allowed (by GEMA) to listen to the song in you tube.
Thanks, Swamishanti, for those links.
Not ‘public’ Kirtan, which was meant to be a different type of thing, and thereby (hopefully) spawning the virus of consciousness in the passer-by!
The 1971 Kirtan groups were instructed to simulate the traditional Kirtans which also preached and sang in the marketplace and reached out. This experience for those involved was cutting-edge.
In Europe, Veeresh-type sannyasins have occassionally done the “Love Meditation” or similar in the marketplace after 2000. Brave and very meaningful.
Bit like flash meditations that have taken off over Europe in the last few years, organised on the internet with last-minute precision. A friend of mine participated in one in the British Museum recently, which he said was very good in many ways.
“Not ‘public’ Kirtan, which was meant to be a different type of thing, and thereby (hopefully) spawning the virus of consciousness in the passer-by!”
#That kind of glimpse of a public Kirtan can be seen only in the death celebrations which happen in Koregaon Park.
“Not ‘public’ Kirtan, which was meant to be a different type of thing, and thereby (hopefully) spawning the virus of consciousness in the passer-by!
The 1971 Kirtan groups were instructed to simulate the traditional Kirtans which also preached and sang in the marketplace and reached out.”
These kind of kirtans are very common in India, and no doubt Osho had been fond of the enlightened devotee of Krishna Chaitanya who founded his ‘Sankirtan’ movement in the 16th century, and is the father of the modern day ‘Hari Krishna’ movement.
The public kirtans of these orange-clad, bald-headed monks no doubt add a splurge of colour in the grey cities of the West and a wift of strong incense and transcendental consciousness.
Thank God, however, that Osho did not encourage his sannyasins to proselytise and try to convert others to their way of thinking, like these gaudiya vaishnavas do.
Having those books shoved in your face as a ‘free gift’, and then being asked for a ‘donation’ is always a pain in the arse.
And have you ever tried to talk to those bald-headed Hari Krishna monks about non-duality or ‘advaita’? Unless you want a headache, I wouldn`t recommend it. They are very keen on ‘dwaita’, or duality.
If I were you, I`d just take the free chapatis and dahl and keep your mouth shut.
MOD, that was meant to read `prolethysize`, not `prosletise`
MOD: Just checked, it’s ‘proselytise’!
I have not been a kirtan person, even during my childhood days when sometimes I have attended such traditional gatherings & luckily, my immediate family was not traditionally religious type & so was not brainwashed with tradition, even though my paternal grandmother was one of the only woman priests in those days, who performed all Hindu rituals for free for her community.
At least I wasn’t forced to any ritual, there were times when she would make me sit her in front of her alter once in a while .
When I came to the Poona commune, I have attended very few such events during Guru Pournima but I guess there are persons who find solace in it, so no issue there.
SD is not totally correct.
During Pune 1, Indian sannyasins used to do kirtans in his father and mother’s house. Private invitation though!
In Bombay, when Sannyas was put together, circa 1970/71, Osho was keen to get some people on the road. For example, Veena records in her book, ‘Glimpses’, how she was sent off to some remote place in India to join a kirtan group, though actually at the time of the instruction she would have much preferred to stay at the Master’s feet. It seems that, even from very early on, Osho was keen to cut dependency developing wherever he found it.
Just remembered, Osho’s mother, aka Mataji, who sang kirtan in Buddha Hall the night before her demise in May of 1995, seems she was fond of kirtan.
Those days we had a small group of friends who went for Dynamic and we came to know about her demise just before going for Dynamic, so we went to her room to be with the family in Francis House & heard about the kirtan of the night before.
Thanks, Kavita for this info.
I also understood she was fond of Kirtan, and used to have it in her house for private invitation for some of Pune 1.
Yes, I have heard from Big Prem too that they were sent in groups which were called Kirtan Mandali to rural India.
I think Osho wanted his disciples to taste all kind of flavours & then explore one’s own journey thereafter, this is my understanding.
कारवां गुज़र गया, गुबार देखते रहें …
Karvan Guzar gya, Gubar Dekhte rahe.
(Caravan has passed, lookng at dust).
Poetic couplet, Shantam, and fetching.
But the Sannyas caravan has not passed, and I do not find myself looking at the dust, but at stars.
Kaunsa Karavan ruka rehta hain.
(Which caravan stays still for long!).
MOD: Isn’t this a question, Kavita?
Mod, no, an exclamation.
MOD: Doesn’t seem to make sense though. What do you mean to say?
Would like to join Kavita here, Moderators , as I did understand her statement about the nature of a ´caravane , responding this way to one , who mentioned the dust, when the caravan is gone.
Otherwise, also taking care of the dust after an intense meeting, while being alone-alone again after having been together- alone, can be precious and moving again.
I could well relate to Swamishantis short and humorous report about the Hare Krishna bold heads, would keep my mouth shut, as he recommends, and would even deny a free chapati, I guess.
The free hugs flash mobs in the market place here, I experienced quite a way intrusive, not being very sensitive to where the people rushing in the streets really are AT.
The flash mobs I could enjoy on you tube world wide , have been very inspiring though, especially when they were choreographed like a piece of ART.
So in Barcelona or also Munic , where Musicians came together from all nukes and corners into a crowded business place, started with one instrumentalist and then the second and then more, and people stood still in awe.
Or the flash mob somewhere in Austin, where a dancing flash mob gathered and lifted up a whole big area .
The fine art in all these examples of flash mobs was/is / ( for me) to NOT intrude people , but to invite for a stop (and awe).
Yes, it is a great ART to invite without ´patronizing, invite for a little laughter , a surprise for eyes and ears , and sometimes to open up a (inner) window, a joy longtime not felt, a stillness in alone-togetherness.
Precious.
And the ” dust” of such a meeting is precious too, Shantam Prem.
Sometimes feeling that we here, kind of investigating the dusty ´remains of such caravan-ning too here.
As to our best capacities to find words for it.
Have a nice day, Kavita, wherever you are.
Madhu
You too have a nice day, Madhu, always, wherever you are.
I read Shantam’s “कारवां गुज़र गया, गुबार देखते रहें …
Karvan Guzar gya, Gubar Dekhte rahe.”
(Caravan has passed, lookng at dust) & this is what came to mind: Kaunsa Karavan ruka rehta hain!
(Which caravan stays still for long!).
Maybe this is an Eastern way of dialogue!
MOD: So it means this same caravan? Ok (but ungrammatical, Kavita!).
Here is my version of what I judge to be good public dancing kirtan music. I’m not called the world’s most famous unknown DJ for nothing…but then again, maybe I am.
https://soundcloud.com/mozambo/thetemptationspapawasarollingstonemozambo
Public dancing music on an Ibiza beach is ok where clerks and postmen come for a relaxing week of booze, sex and sand.
To call it Kirtan is like calling every bottle of liqueur Scotch Whiskey!
Chudo, you have rather a limited vision on certain matters…education, my boy, education.
If it’s passion u want try this, u might not dance, but it stirs the soul.
Listen carefully to the words.
http://youtu.be/-LMwRU0qqHY
Here`s some kirtan music for the sannyas-techno heads.
Admittedly , it sounds a bit dated now.
Could do with a good remix.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=17&v=QxRkYtXdvuc
Good stuff
Swamishanti makes a good distinction.
The Hare Krishna Kirtans did used to cheer me up in Oxford Street here in London sometimes, (maybe they are still there, have not been in Oxford street for 10 years), but sad they felt they had to “preach” and give/sell literature.
I myself don’t know any first-hand written account of the Osho Kirtans which early disicples were sent on back in 1971/2 into rural India. It would be interesting to read such, so if anyone knows of one, do let me know. I do hope that no ‘preaching’ went on!
Someone asked about Veena’s account in her book, “Glimpses of My Master’.
Actually, she gives a good account of Osho pushing her to join the troupe. For example, she is told to get herself to Palanpur which was, as I understand it, in the middle of some desert and a long way from anywhere.
She is, it seems, “helped by Existence” to get there, including a call or two from Laxmi to local sannyasins. But she does not recount her experience with the troupe.
Thanks again, Satyadeva, I will have a look. She died so young, what a loss! The most interesting people are the anonymous ones. We never hear about them! X
Frank, forget Arthur Eddington. Yogi can give him a lesson in what imagination is all about, I am sure of that.
Are we getting a little more ´real´ here? In spite of?/ with?/ or within? Or a glimpse of that it would be without on the virtual plane? Touching the screens of facades as gently as that can be? Having a glimpse behind them?
And can we integrate this? Without falling back into old habits and patterns, which are performed as easy, as easy can be, especially on the virtual (anonymous) plane? Are we able to, Friends?
If YES, I would call that a miracle, worth that name, and then, even in the virtual, an inner-outer ´Kirtan’ would have proved it´s very ordinary-extraordinary, spiritual ancient-wisdom-strengths. (Although ancient Wisdom does not need any proof, does it?).
I have been touched deeply in and in-between the lines to read and don´t get me wrong, please, as there is so much echo in my heart.
Within love to that tiny little spot here called ´caravanserai’ and its visitors and contributors.
Rainy cool Saturday
Gentle the Winds
Making music with the fresh leaves in bushes and trees
They´ve got stronger by now since they came out
For another turn of the wheels of Nature
Jasmin and rose blossoms wait for the sun to release its fragrances
Tonight fires are lit
People celebrating the turn of the wheel of Nature
(not Eddington, Tan, but Light is also involved in the celebration as a symbol also for becoming and disappearing and coming again).
On and on, we go…(remember this song?).
I love many of the old songs. Very much so. There are still tingling my heart.
Madhu
Madhu, you are a song, still mysterious…! X
rpana3 says:
20 June, 2015 at 7:54 am
“I have ofton thought we should talk about it more, Kavita.
The big Sannyas lie is that we are all, should be blissfully happy all the time. Sannyas is life. Highs and lows:)”
Why not? We can talk about that, Arpana.
Frankly, to me, coming to Poona, investing/ gambling all that I had into Sannyas (myself) was the only option worth living for. I am glad that I didn’t compromise on that and didn’t get entangled in any other games.
Of course, never did I ever imagine the rollercoaster ride -would be possible if I had to live a so-called normal life. Now I wonder if Bliss has always been a bait used by the wise to entice the otherwise!
“Now I wonder if Bliss has always been a bait used by the wise to entice the otherwise!”
Yes.
Ok, on with the headphones – here’s some empathy for all fellow-depressives, chronic sufferers, or anyone going through a hard time…
(Tan, early on there’s a ref. to Phoebe Snow and a quote from the song of hers I put up)…
https://youtu.be/ygFfFk5gw3w
And here’s one for when you start to come out of it and life begins to feel good again…
https://youtu.be/fRF6UhzfBrY?list=PLyA01nZTKfxdNA6U-gGt1ItKMUWrRxNVf
I am just listening to them now, and it is wonderful! Thanks once more!