Recalling January, 1970, on Osho’s Birthday: Dec 11, 2015
The wind cut through our faces like icicles. It was an early January morning in 1970. The entire Patna railway station was still asleep inside a blanket of thick mist. A few tea vendors were ready to set up their stalls. Some were rubbing their frozen hands together in a desperate attempt to heat themselves. Winter had unleashed her force ruthlessly and yet a happy premonition kept me warm inside.
Osho, who was known as Acharya Rajneesh in those days, was arriving by the Toofan Express at six a.m. We had invited him for Satsang, and to give public discourses in Patna for four days. In the first two days, Osho gave public discourses on various issues. On the third day, we had organised a talk programme, at Patna College of Engineering, where I was a civil-engineering student. Osho’s presence was a sheer tour-de-force. It was magical, almost unbelievable, just seeing how people were transformed in his presence. But at the same time, it was equally unbelievable how the general public, who had never met or heard him, harboured bitter, groundless suspicions towards him, that bordered on antipathy.
Swami Arun
An Unrecorded Speech
We had two political factions among the students in our university, the Communist-Socialist wing, and Janasangh, the rightist wing. Incidentally, Osho had already given elsewhere a public discourse on communism, which was later published as a booklet “Beware of Socialism”, which infuriated the communists. And not long before, he had an argument with the Shankaracharya of Puri in the World Religion Conference, which had upset the Janasanghis equally, if not more so. We therefore started making preparations for his talk. I was approached by both the factions with threats of assault if Osho was to speak anything against either communism on the one hand, or Hinduism on the other. . I pleaded with Osho over and again not to speak on either of the topics, and instead give an address on youth issues. He had reassured me he would. .Yet, I was nervous with anticipation.
It has been 45 years since Osho gave that historic discourse, which could not be recorded for the lack of a tape recorder. I am narrating those words for the first time here. But as I plunge into my memory and revisit that day again, it surprises me how his words still ring true and relevant to this day.
“My beloveds,” Osho began the discourse. “I have been told repeatedly by our organisers to speak on issues related to youth. But whom do I speak to? I see no youths in this country. Here, a child is born and becomes old without ever entering into youth. If we had any youth in this country we would not have to wait for Edmund Hillary to come from New Zealand to climb Everest. How long since we have romanced with the nature, how long since we tended to the calls of adventure? No, I see no youth here. No one dares to respond to the call of rebellion anymore. The fires in our hearts have been blown out. All that remains of it are a few dying embers, without any rebel who would dare to fan them to flames again.”
A strange stillness had descended. None dared to move. It felt sacrilegious to even breathe. The audience was transfixed. Just then Osho looked at the audience and said, “Why are many of you staying so far away when there is so much space in the front?”
We had made seating arrangements in such a way that the girls were seated in the front rows, separated from the boys. This was a general practice. It was believed that the only way to preserve our sexual moral values was by creating as deep schism between boys and girls. When Osho said that, the boys all ran towards the girls, as though they had awoken from a spell and once seated, assumed the previous state of bewitchment again.
“Youth means rebellion,” Acharyashree, as he was called then, went on. “It means courage, it means being a daredevil again. But we don’t have a tradition of rebellion in this country. This is not surprising that we had the tradition of child-marriage here. A child is born and before he enters his sixteenth year, he becomes a father. A father can never be a youth; he will always be an old man full of responsibilities, regardless of his age. Now we have postponed the marriageable age but the psychology remains the same. This is why we don’t have rebels in this country.”
“It is no coincidence that the prisons and universities in this country are designed in the same style. They almost look similar from the outside and unfortunately, aren’t much different from each other either. The English were interested in producing clerks not rebels. They wanted to mass-produce clerks, who will enter into this slavery without ever questioning its validity. I call that man a genius, who comes out of the university without destroying his intelligence. The university is a mechanism to destroy genius, spontaneity and rebellion. The organiser had told me over and again to speak on youth issues but it seems, despite his age, he himself isn’t so youthful. Otherwise, what is the logic behind keeping boys and girls separately? I am against such a repressive vision. This forceful deprivation creates repressed, miserable creatures and gives birth to all kinds of sexual perversions.”
Acharyashree’s words cut through my conditioning just as enormous waterfalls cut through ancient mountains. “I want to provoke the youth in you,” Acharyashree was saying. “This is my crime. I want to rekindle that dying fire inside you again.”
Unchained spirits
Acharyashree finished his discourse right on time. The campus was reverberating with a thunderous round of applause. The students stood up from their chairs and kept on clapping. A lump had risen in my throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I continued to clap. Now there were no communists, no Janasanghis. In their stead, I could only see the flames of light, burning brightly, overlapping each other. It was overwhelming. We were all burning, alighted, enflamed.
As Acharyashree walked down the aisle, students and professors alike rushed to hug him and get his autograph. There was such frenzy that people were picking up litter and using it to get his autograph. We had to wrestle with the crowd to escort him safely to the car.
When I came back to the campus, the students had left. There were piles of bricks and pebbles under many chairs. I knew the communists and Janasanghis were earnest when they threatened physical assault earlier. But when they left the campus that day, they had not just left those stones but (hopefully) the deadweight in their hearts too. I took a deep breath. The earth was not under the spell of gravity that day. We were all levitating. The sky was beckoning and the flames had leapt upwards, combusting all ropes of conditioning that suffocated the spirit of rebellion.
Anand Arun is founder and coordinator of Osho Tapoban—an international commune and forest retreat centre
Let us glorify the past from now till the eternity….
I have a question, swami:
How come that you support a Hindu extremist leader like Mr. Modi and still teach the messages of the most compassionate and modern and all-encompassing (including muslims) master of our times?
Arun is a politician is why.
Everybody likes to tell a story now and then, even you Shantam !
Dharmen dear, Arun-ji has not penned this story for the Sannyasnews bloggers and readers but his ‘own people’.
Lack of comments show it is not sharp enough to be commented upon. Let me say, Sannyasnews is almost like Independent or Guardian, it is not Daily Mail or the Mirror.
Shantam says, “Lack of comments show it is not sharp enough to be commented upon.”
Shantam, your last article about Vivek’s death received lots of comments and it definitey had nothing to do with it being sharp. Blunt and distasteful, yes.
Your reference to newspapers does not include the now defunct News of the World, which would be a fitting garbage dump for the kind of shite you come away with.
Shantam Prem,
For the record, Arun did send us this personally. I am sure he may have sent it to others, but we have not just reprinted it from another website.
Vimal,
Personally, I liked this anecdote from 1970. It moved me. I met Osho for the first time in 1974, so I guess I have a liking for the old stories.
It is interesting in the light of your earlier comment also. Both the communists and the right-wing Hindu people had stones under their seats, ready to cast them at Osho, but neither party did, as he spoke on Arun’s advice on “Youth”!
Maybe you disagree with Arun in his courting of a right-wing politician in the present day, but I am sure he himself sees it as being a way to protect and serve Osho’s movement.
To protect from whom, sir? I find it absurd that he supports this kind of primitive hindutva kind of narrow ideology..
I am sure this Vimal is not that Britisher Swami who was collecting jokes for Osho. So I can say, Mr. Faceless Vimal, what you expect from Arun? Do you think he should look your face when passing through the mirror?
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“Personally, I liked this anecdote from 1970″ (Parmartha)
Yes, I loved it too, not so much because it is an old story but mostly because of the end of it, as it was discovered (and I believe the report) that stones and bricks having been brought by some, didn´t come into action by those who brought them.
They even forgot to take them with them again when they left the audience it is to be read. Clear sign of first shimmer of the Intelligence Osho has lectured about to His indian audience at that time. So a riot has been NOT happening.
However, destruction of intelligence seems not to be avoidable, I feel, be it in the so-called West or the so-called East – and, by the way, at any time.
Osho Himself had been what we call a very literally ´educated’ Human Being before His answering a thirst unknown and unknowable (sometimes we call it ´Truth and/or not compromising with a corrupted mind) took care of Him.
Quite some phases then up to the beginning that He took care of disciples, and on and on it went and on and on it goes.
When I am feeling romantic, looking for words I am sometimes saying it’s a Love Train: you step into it but never out of it and it’s not in your hands; the latter so easily to be misunderstood.
Yes, the most I loved from Arun´s ´old´ story is that people (temporarily) forgot their violence. Forgot their meanness and their prior intentions. And opened up their hearts AND minds for a broader vision of living together.
What more can be happening? That’s such an important step and others have to follow and sometimes – by grace – are following other steps in individuals – taking step out of CROWDS and being dignified again.
Yes, that is an ART to share and invoke such. And as that, I loved this story. Many others like this could be told, can’t they
About rebelliousness He spoke a lot, as well as differentiating that from what we here call by the idiom ‘the revolutions mostly eat up their own children’; and by that is meant that the reactionary phases pretty much always turn upside down what people were yearning for. (Man´s history is full of that…).
Madhu
P.S
To know how to read, to write and to use the mind as a servant – not a bad thing at all, isn´t it?
You have a misconception as to servant mind, there is no controllable using it. One is still victim to it. Just not painfully would probably be the best way to put it. Bhagwan never did explain that clearly, at least not that I have heard.
P.P.S. to my evening response:
And I know it seems to be inappropriate speaking of a ´Love-Train´ right after after the long story/topic, ‘The Day We Got Guns’ (Rajesh’s way and more of it), but what to do? My understanding is according to what I felt, am still feeling, and Arun´s story reminded me of THIS.
Political and spiritual rebellion draw upon an intuitive recognition that the contemporary civic life is stripped of significance and that the power of generic deference to authoritarian decline and rule, has taken the place of inherent generative autonomy; mutual and collective consciousness.
The ability to retain high levels of integrity in a political world of descending spirals of degeneration is only maintained through regenerative self-reliance and re-combining energetic consciousness to oppose and spread into the density of malignant forms, WITHOUT LOSS.
Hence autonomy shirks and rejects compromise, because it simply is not true. Truth has an inbuilt ‘egoism’ or totality in it, which contrary to the materialist dialectic, acts in the service of and can only act in the service of truth itself, without ulterior or private motive.
http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/sheldon_wolin_and_inverted_totalitarianism_20151101
http://www.compulink.co.uk/~stevemann/pseuds.htm
Prem Martyn,
You should see if you can get published in Private Eye.
Sorry, but I have absolutely no idea what your post means…What about trying it in English?
That’s a bit blunt, Simond.
Rev, perhaps you’d understand all that conformity/liberation stuff better when expressed through the medium of dance…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzybBknQSA8
The dance didn’t mean much either but I love your sentiment. Thanks
Oh dear, Arpana, the pot calling the kettle black.
You’ve got me bang to rights, guv.
Not that I don’t understand, but don’t you bore yourself?
i am asking it as a question, I cannot see the excitement of twisting things in and out so much, just to impress people. And if you meet a like someone? How’s your oatmeal?
So, I post a link on inverted totalitarianism and its discursive insights into the current state of play of the average western state …and what people here comment on then instead is their own responses to a singular example of language use and pre-amble by a bloke on a laptop…Mmm…Great stuff, guys!!!
Anyways, yesterday I did the hoovering. Might you all now discuss the state of mind in contemporary civic life as it relates to totalitarianism, Osho commune fascism, and a lack of voice for truth telling?
On second thoughts, the hoovering was actually a redoubtable attempt at the removal of that which attaches itself to areas of multiple use, otherwise known as fluff, that is similar to metaphoric guff in semantic discourse (I rest my case, m’Lud).
P.S:
This piece of writing has been stripped of tonal range and inflection, although it may also be sung to the tune of ‘The Holly and the Ivy’ for a more appropriately festive rendition.
Mmmmm, moderators: do you know the Cowboy’s speech:
“I´ll make you an offer that you cannot deny”?
Well, that is what Jake´s speech reminds me of….
Oh well, mmmm, moderators; and Jake is very flexible too…and quick too….
MOD: MADHU, WHY ADDRESS THIS AND PREVIOUS ONE TO MODS?
Madhu, are you terribly excited with the words ‘illusion’ pushes thru your mouth? Why address others when you can speak to me directly? Is it this cleverness which keeps you warm at night, or your own mouth?
“Is it this cleverness which keeps you warm at night, or your own mouth?”
No, Jake. I am pretty much stupid. Otherwise, I have been rather responding to the energy that is seen in your words.
There´s no proof about anything – both the ways.
What keeps me warm ´at night´, you ask? (with the same energy, just a little stronger?).
Well, that´s my secret, as you may have your own.
Madhu
Arun says, “As Acharyashree walked down the aisle, students and professors alike rushed to hug him and get his autograph. There was such frenzy that people were picking up litter and using it to get his autograph. We had to wrestle with the crowd to escort him safely to the car.”
This pretty much sums up the mentality of Osho’s listeners in the early early days. As time was to show, Osho was eventually blessed with the kind of audience he rightly deserved, an audience which, amongst other things, did not request something as mundane as his autograph. Arun’s description here says as much about him as it does about the events described.
Basically, the above article is not much more than an old man’s memories. I am getting older myself and I too have memories from Osho’s bygone days. Those are for me good memories and I daresay some might find them a lot more interesting than the above article, but really there has been so much said along these lines, published and personal accounts, that I find myself asking what difference does any of this make to one’s life?
Osho wanted people to bring a meditative quality into their lives. If you do not have that you have completely missed the point of the whole game.
Well, he used to be known as ‘Acharya Rajneesh’ and the papers liked to call him ‘The Sex Guru’ and ‘The Bhagwan’.
But in the very early days he was known simply as ‘Archyashree’, or ‘Bhaggers’ by his friends.
I have a video, ‘The Rising Moon’. It has video footage of Osho’s early days, accompanied by touching music. There is some black and white footage of Osho signing autographs for lots of young students. Perhaps this is the event Arun is talking about.
The are lots of interesting scenes from Osho’s (Archyashree’s) early travels and meditation camps. His glowing bald head is as shiny as ever. There are scenes of Ma Laxmi shaking before the Master, and Osho giving talks to thousands at the Cross-Maidan, in Bombay.
‘From Sex to Superconciousness’, I believe the talks were called – and Osho said that he had really “socked” the audience there. Well, India has sure changed since those early days.
The video comes highly recommended.
“Osho wanted people to bring a meditative quality into their lives. If you do not have that you have completely missed the point of the whole game.”
With this kind of single-pointed statement Lokesh is trying to portray himself as meditative and others just labour class!
Is meditation monopoly of those who know how to spell it correctly? Meditation and Yoga are becoming more and more part and parcel of human civilization as coffee and pizza. I give silent greetings to the people in the fitness center when I see them doing yoga and meditation without any reference to any cult, any guru.
My silent greetings are really from the heart as 90% are women. I don´t think some future Indian master will focus his target on western men! They are no good business! lols.
There is also a book by Laxmi, From Osho to Chappatis. I have not read it, but it is rumoured to be about Laxmi’s adventures selling chappatis in New York. I wonder if she actually ate any of her on product, because back when I knew her she only ate paper thin rice wavers. As far as I know the manuscript has not yet been picked up by a publisher.
” I give silent greetings to the people in the fitness center when I see them doing yoga and meditation without any reference to any cult, any guru.”
& the irony is if these so-called gurus didn’t advertise about yoga & meditations this non-referential yoga & meditation would be non-existent!
Kavita declares, “The irony is if these so-called gurus didn’t advertise about yoga & meditations this non-referential yoga & meditation would be non-existent!”
I do not find that to be true in the slightest. People who live peaceful lives enter meditation naturally without the need of anyone to direct or tell them what to do. My mother often sat silently in her later years. If I asked of her what she was doing she would open her eyes and say, “feeling my presence” and then close her eyes again. My mother had no time for organized religion and was not attracted to gurus in the slightest and, apart from the Bible, never read a spiritual book in her life. Yet, I can honestly say, she was a meditative person.
Living in the country, with little in the way of light pollution, I often sit staring up into the immensity of the space that is the home of our universe. It is simply incomprehensible for the human mind to get a handle on it. It quite literally blows one’s mind to contemplate it.
To imagine that you need a guru to enter such dimensions is very Hindu-centric. Humans have been communing with the One since they learned to walk. It is not something new.
Shantam still does not seem to understand the difference between practising meditation and allowing a meditative quality into one’s life, whereby you come to realize you do not have a life but are life itself.
Thanks to God, Lokesh mother has not read anything else than Bible. My grandmother has not read anything else than her holy book and she has passed through Hell and Heaven with contentment in her eyes.
I don´t think flats in Heaven were empty before 20th century Indian gurus started selling their eco- friendly projects.
Lokesh, if you had followed your mother´s silence, there was no need to waste seven years in a cult.
One or two years before her death, my grandmother(adopted mother) in her 90s, whispered to me, “You made me homeless. You became homeless.”
This meditative quality that you described beautifully, whereby you come to realize you do not have a life but are life itself. Again you are blinded by your vanity. Maybe I feel this oneness or not, i won´t take my trousers down to be an exhibitionist!
Few experiences are not for commercial sale.
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Aaaah, Lokesh,
I am enjoying your ´heavenly-very much-gound-to-the-earth´ parts of you latest contributions very much; you have been blessed to see your mother the way you shared it, and otherwise you´re also being obviously open to the support from?…
Ever-present, ever given, if one has eyes to see.
And thank you for sharing.
What a beautiful place in Nature you are blessed to live in , isn´t it? My greetings to all of it, from afar and yet near (at lest in the moment now-here).
Madhu
You know, when I look at the incredible range of talent, insight and capacity from the world’s radical investigative journalists, specialists, organisations, voices…then it seems an absurd waste to have had an opportunity to use such goodwill towards a definitive community project such as the Ranch. And to have let it become a plaything of those who could not actually address the reality of tyranny outside of their own paranoid minds.
That Mr Osho was as dumb-arsed stupid enough to have had the great conceit that a shrill housewife, her venal goons et al, could use the intimidation techniques of early therapy groups to corral a whole community whilst similarly destroying it internally, instead of combining forces to face clearly those outside threats and monstrous realities of exploitation in the world, collaboratively, really beggars belief. I admit that may not be the whole story, but it seems fairly concise from all that we know, presume and deduce, imo.
It doesn’t often happen that parallel communities of people, a vast and varied diaspora, come together to sponsor a model of collective living that reflects and inspires genuine integrity…and even for any consummate and complete version of that intentional community to have a social, economic and vibrantly radical, emotively intelligent, success..
The level of stupidity required to then have such a naive set of red-robed goons, led by a Pan-piper to totally screw up might be worthy of a musical, or even a betraying personal love affair… but to have it descend into such rich pickings for the Feds to launch into , whilst having to perform some trumpeting retreat to Fort Pune, was a pretty huge cock up…when you think of the mess the world is in – and which no arse sitting can cure or be a model for.
No wonder we end up wanked off by navel gazers with bald heads in saffron robes, as if to say, “It is now time to practise sticking your aloneness up your arse, er…mindfully.”
Maybe that’s why the press started calling him “The Bhagwan” – “the Bugged One”, after the bugging debacle at the Ranch.
SS,
“The bugged one”…
Yes, white Americans have always had suspicions about others, especially those pesky Indians.
Try this…
The curator of an art gallery asked an artist for a painting depicting General Custer’s last thoughts.
Two weeks later, the artist unveiled the painting, an enormous canvas with a lovely blue lake painted in its centre, with a fish leaping from the water with a shining halo around its head. On the shores of the lake were the most detailed pictures of Indians shagging.
After gaping at the painting for some time, the enraged curator demanded to know what the theme was supposed to be.
The artist said, “You asked for a painting of Custer’s last thoughts,” he explained. “That’s it. Custer was thinking, “Holy mackerel, where did all those fucking Indians come from?”
Martyn, right on the money, baba.
Lokesh, Cheers.
I use long-distance reading glasses when I post on SN – they help to see things more clearly…in the ‘there and then’.
Agreed, it was a tragically wasted opportunity to show what could be achieved by such a commune, especially as so much had gone so well over there, almost unbelievably so in fact.
Osho ‘took the positives’ by saying he’d given us “a taste of fascism”, but to believe that had been his ‘master plan’ is surely stretching the limits of even ultra-gullible 100% devotee credibility.
And if one is prone to believe/give credibility to him being officially knackered during his incarceration – that it’s not just triumphalist plot re-writing – then not to have considered what we now know of the US’s ‘serenity plan’ et al would have been enough to call that ‘limited understanding’ of how formidable institutional temporal power works, adversely.
I personally give him kudos for his confrontational style. Sorry for him and for the salmonella restaurant owner in the Dalles who went bankrupt, and the rest of the innocents who got done over.
And a big hello to all the NSA cowboys out there who regularly troll this site for names and affiliations.
Canada would maybe have been a better option, but ‘they’ wanted the OK Corral…and got it…and it wasn’t OK.
P.S:
If anyone thinks of saving Pune Resort for decades when Indian heat is regularly going to reach infernal proportions…then they don’t really have a handle either on international youth aspirations or on change.
So you don’t believe that Osho was murdered whilst in U.S. gaol. Do you think that the CIA could have planted someone, in the Jesus Grove crew, who influenced this poisoning spree?
Dr. Amrito got a spike up his bum whilst sitting in meditation…a planned assasination for Vivek. Sheela and co. were apparently well aware of Thallium and slow-acting poisons.
Ma Laxmi, who was bugged in her trailer, only to talk of love and devotion to her master, got one of those drinks laced with poison. I remember Osho telling in a discourse that Laxmi had been told by some American governmental department that she could ‘replace Sheela’, they would put her in charge of the Ranch if she co-operated in some manner with them.
And then there was Osho’s declaration, right before he left the body, that someone (“the same people who had destroyed Rajneeshpuram”) was targeting him whilst he was open in the Buddha Hall meditation, with some sort of ultrasonic sound frequency.
Any credence to this story?
Or was it a ‘device’, as some claim?
Or was Osho just going a bit mad by this stage?
“…when you think of the mess the world is in – and which no arse sitting can cure” (Prem Martyn)
What is your suggested alternative to arse sitting that will cure the mess, Prem Martyn?
Alternatives, Samarpan?
1) You
2) Are
3) A
4) Competent
5) Person
6)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdkN57xvekI
I’ve been urged to watch ‘Father Ted’ by an old school friend (who ended up i/c of education programmes at BBC Radio 4). Having seen this clip, I’ll make it a priority – not sure of its relevance to the argument, but truly hilarious.
P.S:
What is its relevance to Samarpan’s question, btw?
Relevance?
I give up…
What’s the answer??
Perhaps “feck, shite, arse biscuits, drink, feck”?
P.S:
Some of the most memorable longest days of laughter were during my last school years with mates and matesses…lost touch with them all as they went straight up the ladder of lefties, comedians, newspaper editors, the beeb – the lot of it. Yep, ‘privileged’ but didn’t use it.
I went for the satoris…sitting on my arse…
Result?
Fuck, yeah.
Ok, so you have no ‘answers’ (and maybe there aren’t any).
But anyway, why choose either ‘arse-sitting’ (itself a very limited term for meditation-as-a-way-of-life – see Lokesh’s recent note to Shantam) OR whatever one does ‘out there’, whether serious ‘socio-politics’, ‘keeping calm and carrying on’/'quiet desperation’, or even “feck, shite, arse biscuits, drink, feck”?
Why not both?!
I knew…you’d know…
Thanks.
And I knew…you’d know…I know…
Cheers.
And, to quote Kavita, “All the Best” with the “arse-sitting”….
Yes , thanks, am currently arse sitting untangling things….
Cheers for the assist…with the gordian knots…
It helps with the illumination…
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You mean you’re not a ‘Light unto Yourself’? Pass the smelling salts, someone!
“Alight unto yourself” – that would be a certain Guido Fawkes night then, you anonymous celebrant, you…as mentioned in one of my very first posts on SN.
(The old ones are the best, eh, a real cracker-hacker!).
MOD: Alight OR A Light, Martyn?!
Mods…
Re those 6 letters…
It all depends if you want to stop the world and get off (alight now, here)
Set the world aglow (alight)
Or radiate (be a light)
One can start anywhere really.
“I call my sannyas ‘neo-sannyas’ for this particular reason: my sannyas is an opening, a journey, a dance, a love affair with the unknown, a romance with existence itself, in search of an orgasmic relationship with the whole. And everything else has failed in the world. Everything that was defined, that was clearcut, that was logical, has failed. Religions have failed, politics have failed, ideologies have failed — and they were very clearcut. They were blueprints for the future of man. They have all failed. All programs have failed.
Sannyas is not a programme anymore. It is exploration, not a program. When you become a sannyasin I initiate you into freedom, and into nothing else. It is great responsibility to be free, because then you have nothing to lean upon.
Except your own inner being, your own consciousness, you have nothing as a prop, as a support. I take all your props and supports away; I leave you alone, I leave you utterly alone. In that aloneness…the flower of sannyas. That aloneness blooms on its own accord into the flower of sannyas.
Sannyas is characterlessness. It has no morality; it is not immoral, it is amoral. Or, it has a higher morality that never comes from the outside but comes from within. It does not allow any imposition from the outside, because all impositions from the outside convert you into serfs, into slaves. And my effort is to give you dignity, glory. My effort here is to give you splendor.”
Osho, ‘Heart Sutra’ (#10, Q.1)
“…and a housewife in charge of poisoning.”
Guess how much that changes how anyone can give a stuff about obsequious religion with podiums or self-realised hushy hushiness, or cushions, or shaved heads or experimental sexuality in groups…from here to eternity?
Time for autonomy with middle finger ready for display…because that’s ok tooo.
Feck arsey biscuits ommm nice cup of tea there father….
“People who live peaceful lives enter meditation naturally without the need of anyone to direct or tell them what to do.”
No doubt about this, Lokesh, that reference was about stressed-out people who need to go a fitness centre.
“…and, apart from the Bible, never read a spiritual book in her life.”
Yes, the basis perhaps is mostly only one or many books influenced by a so-called Guru/Master in this case JC, which leads eventually to feel one’s presence, isn’t it?
I just see the irony of it all & I just expressed that.
“People who live peaceful lives enter meditation naturally without the need of anyone to direct or tell them what to do.”
It is like ‘people who eat an apple a day keep doctor away.’ Idiots and dumb are the people who waste their life on pharmaceutical research and study. We just need to increase the production of apples or another possibility is to change the name of New York and London to Mallorca and Ibiza.
Talking simplistic things with the notion there are no complexities. When two plus two are four, why the hell one should think what is a plus b squared?
After losing the war where king and queen both got killed, to see the atmosphere of gloom in the town kingdom, the conqueror king addresses the sad soldiers and the masses:
“My dear ladies and gentlemen, I want to share with you the secret which my great master once told me, “Only losers can win the game.” You all are the winners!”
P.S:
Is this not one of the attributes of Sannyas Mind?