One can start anywhere really.

(The old ones are the best, eh, a real cracker-hacker!).

MOD: Alight OR A Light, Martyn?!

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….

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)

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.

Cheers for the assist…with the gordian knots…

It helps with the illumination…

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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?

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