Dear Simond,

The quest about “Buddhafield” I had been finding, when scrolling into SN History Channel (March 2009, a topic formulated by Shantam Prem).

And whenever I look into the yearly loops of repetitive issues/topics and kind of repetitive responses, I am in awe about the morphic fields about regulars as well as about some who hop in for a time being; and I am in awe too, sometimes in pain, about regulars like Shantam Prem, for example, leaving me (when re-reading ‘old’ stuff with questions like:
Oh, what happened in the life of him (or others, or myself ) in these years which passed?

A Buddhafield, for me, is not a mental, intellectual idea, has never been, so I am not confused about it at all.
Just a beautiful way, to try at best to find a word for something very precious, unknowable by the mind and yet tangible, feelable . Also in the body – as a well-being.

You can call it a morphic field of consciousness also and it’s quite connected to the body we are living in.

One can say it’s a field of loving awareness, when being together, an attentiveness, NOT being multi-tasking, letting go of the enduring inner chatter, open up to a void together. Giving up focusing and yet get focused, both of it.

Silence has many realms, sometimes it’s very noisy, sometimes there is a gap of Nothingness, so many layers, so many layers.

It’s the most healthy, the most nourishing, the most dignifying, endlessly vast spaciousness I came to know, to be with others. I knew it as a child in aloneness as a refugio – it was then and there to know it with Osho in midst of all the fellow-travellers as a celebration with others.

And I still like to call that a ‘Buddhafield’ then, although I know that all words fall short. Trying to give a glimpse of description of a spaciousness where nobody is busy ‘sorting out’ or ‘sorting in’ questions. Questions just dissolve and that´s an inconceivable juicy relaxation, and sometimes you may even feel like having been bathed in Love.

In rare moments it also happens that when you come back again you happen to have found an answer, like finding a marvellous sea-shell on the beach, and that may be even an answer to a question you never had asked consciously in your mind before. And is yet important as a life-issue. Such surprising gifts it can contain. All of it happens – as if you have had been plugged-in to a greater wisdom.

You see, Simond, I am in love with a ‘Buddha-FIELD’. A mystery, a miracle. An energetic FIELD. Very human.

It’s a very Impersonal Happening, though. The Master is as part of it, as anybody else, yet the intentions of everybody to be really present in the there-here-now of these moments is needed.

It;s a fragile happening also, fragile like the flavour of a flower, or the breeze of a wind passing, or a smile on a face which comes from deep inside spontaneously and not ‘painted’, coming from a source unknown and unknowable.

A precious gift.

Then and there you just know that you ought to be HERE and that there is no need from your side to prove it or to perform anything ‘special’.

And ‘acceptance’ then is not a mental, intellectual, hardcore gymnastic but a blissful by-product of such moments. For free, so to say.

Beautiful, isn´t it?

Madhu

P.S:
Some other response to your II. stroke is on the way, but didn´t appear up to now.
My social situation at the moment is pretty much exhausting and I need some more walks by the river…
Love it, Simond, that you put some focus on ‘respect’ and ‘sensitivity’ here at SN…no human is an island.

Your inability to laugh at any of the comments says more about you than the comments, because some of them are most definitely humorous. What it does say is that you are suffering from an underdeveloped sense of humour. Your comment above underlines this unfortunate fact because it is serious and lacking in any form of humour.

Interesting how often Osho repeated that seriousness is the shadow of ego. Perhaps an old dog like you could learn a few new tricks on SN. Not that anyone round here would give a fuck about that, because you are just another fish in the tank; a serious one, which is about the only thing that distinguishes you from anyone else.

‘Twas I, I think, in response to Lokesh, that used the word ‘infallible’, and to be precise, the exact words used were ‘less than infallible’.

And Osho was just Osho. No need to touch or come close, and He hit me when and if necessary! No need for you to do so, thanks very much!

God, who ARE these people at this site!?

Also you say:
“I don’t envy Him having to be in the presence of the likes of Lokesh in those early days in Poona 1.”

But you do envy Lokesh his close contact with Osho, don`t you?
As you rightly say: “Amazing to see the ego at work in these things.”

Now he, along with Simond, and all those others who agree with Simond, don’t need Osho anymore. Of course! Makes perfect sense! For They are not stupid, or Charlies, they are all the new race of learned professors in the art of Holy and Absurdism Bullshit and other Osho Affairs. They are the bishops, rabbis and of the Neo-Sannyasin that was initiated by the Master of Absurdism…Osho Himself.

But they think now they are being just as absurd and witty as the Master Himself…Alas, if only they had had just a glimpse of what it means to be absurd! One thing is certain: they wouldn’t be taking themselves so seriously. And I would be able to LAUGH at one, or any, of these posts!!

Wasn’t it my learned freind Osho Himself who laughingly declared himself a joke and who said that only the Pope is infallible? Who wittily and decidedly declared himself an absolute charlie, incapable of even buying a vegetable in the market for his mother when she needed somebody to go shopping for her cooking?! Poor thing, I don’t envy Him having to be in the presence of the likes of Lokesh in those early days in Poona 1 and before. The Learned Ones…

And Learned Ones, one more thing: don’t give me that “you just don’t understand our humour, nudge-nudge wink-wink” baloney.