THE EARLY RAJNEESH ASRAM IN PUNE Reflections by Laxmi.
“The creative person is one who brings… something from God into the world…who becomes a hollow bamboo and allows god to flow through him…. And creativity is from the creator. Creativity is not of you or from you. You disappear, then the creativity is…when the creator takes possession of you”.
Osho: Walk Without Feet, Fly Without Wings And Think Without Mind, 1979
Laxmi wrote in the third person: Here are a few of her early reminiscences:
On Marcvh 21st, 1974, in the afternoon Osho, five friends, Laxmi and a hundred people started for Poona from Bombay. Some traveled by road in fifteen cars in a procession while others came by train.
Three hours later the party reached Poona. People were taken around the beautiful house. There were five large and five small rooms, a dining, a living room, a pantry and kitchen. The bedrooms on the first floor had large balconies. Osho chose a large room on the ground floor as his bedroom.
Osho then appeared in darshan for all the visitors. Celebrations went on up to midnight. Laxmi went for a shower after all the visitors left. As yet she had not chosen a room for herself. In fact it did not even strike her until after the shower. All the rooms were full of unpacked luggage except Osho’s bedroom. Feeling the best place was a large open balcony of the living room Laxmi spread a blanket on the floor and lay down. Laxmi gazed in to the vast stretch of garden and at the night sky. It was dark, silent and peaceful. Spotting the almond tree Laxmi had a desire to go to it. Laxmi got up, walked to it and sat under it. Soon Laxmi was transported to a timeless zone. There was no almond tree. Only silence prevailed. Laxmi does not remember how long she sat there. On rediscovering herself Laxmi’s body was refreshed, weightless and light as though floating in air. Joyous she went up to the balcony and relaxed on her blanket. In no time she was asleep.
In the morning Laxmi got up fresh with the experience still in her. . Grateful to Osho for this timelessness, Laxmi was in a no thought, a no mind state. Laxmi recalled Jesus said: Be like a child. Feel a tremendous energy, a tremendous joy a tremendous rejoicing. With more of these glimpses, these experiences Laxmi felt centered and trust in Osho consolidated. At this time Laxmi had completed forty-one years and felt that she was due to start a new seven- year cycle. Now she was living even closer to Osho. Day in and day out, in the same house, unlike in Mumbai where she returned home daily. Laxmi witnessed these miracles happen one after the other.
Osho was very fond of trees – especially big trees. He preferred natural growth of trees and shrubs. He liked them to grow tall without pruning. A female sannyasin was put in charge of gardening. Soon the garden blossomed into an exquisite mini forest with Osho’s guidelines and her care.
For long term support to the ashram it was decided to raise funds by publishing Osho’s lectures in English entitled Vigyan Bhairav Tantra, The Book Of Secrets. As time passed English language publications of Osho proved a goldmine for the ashram.
Within two months the first book in English entitled Vigyan Bhairav Tantra, The Book of Secrets was published. In six weeks there were substantial sales in India and abroad. In a quick turn around, Laxmi invited the printer and paper merchant to her office and paid their dues earlier than scheduled. They were delighted. Laxmi struck a second deal to print two more books with them, on her terms. The terms were credit for six months, and no interest. They agreed and work on the manuscripts commenced.
Meanwhile more and more people came from all over the world. To cater to international needs English discourses became a regular feature. Osho delivered discourses in Hindi and English every alternate month. Audio recording equipment in the ashram was upgraded. New equipment was brought as gifts to the trust by fellow sannyasins. Sales of books and audios increased in the overseas market. With more and more sales overseas more people came in from the different parts of the world, including Germany, Italy, England, Holland, USA, Africa and Japan. This further led to increased sales.
While Laxmi would see Osho all through the day in Mumbai, however in Poona she could see him only as schedule permitted. Each morning Laxmi briefed Osho on the visitors list for the day and sought guidance to run the ashram. Though Laxmi could meet him if required during the day however she had to find a slot. It had to be regulated. Later when overloaded with work Laxmi saw him for an hour each in the morning and at night after darshan. For Laxmi these were precious hours and it was a joy to be in his presence.In the beginning about thirty people attended Osho’s discourses in Pune.
One day Osho said to Laxmi,“ More and more people will be coming and you have to arrange to accommodate them”. Laxmi suggested the patio be expanded.
“It is a good idea to expand the patio, provided it can be expanded,” said Osho. “However I would like an open hall, preferably from where the trees and sky could be seen. I do not want it to be closed”.Anxious with this sudden proliferation Laxmi once asked Osho that roots of certain trees were known to weaken and damage the foundations of the buildings. Osho’s responded, “It would take years before roots can harm the foundations. Who knows after fifty years what will happen and who will be here”. His dictum was: just plant trees.
One day Laxmi addressed the issue of the booming number of visitors to Osho. Laxmi said, “Now more people are coming. They want to live and work in the ashram so we should extend the second house and make rooms to accommodate more people”.
Osho said,” Build more rooms and also build another meditation hall”.
Chuang Tsu auditorium was reserved exclusively for Osho’s discourses. However during festivals Osho gave darshan to his lovers in the Chuang Tsu Auditorium. All meditations including kirtan were conducted in Radha Hall.
Known for constant growth and evolution Osho always liked to see the ashram blossoming and expanding. In no time both Chuang Tsu auditorium and Radha Hall proved small to accommodate the overflowing turnover of visitors to the ashram, especially during the period Osho delivered discourses in English. Eventually a large hall was built to hold a minimum of seven thousand people. It was called Buddha Hall.
Is this not the way of religions to go on contemplating on interpretative narrative of the closest followers of a godly human being year after year, generation after generation?
Laxmi, Parmartha, Lokesh, Shantam etc. had gone to the person who is in the league of Buddha and Jesus or some kind of Hilton and Trump?
If Osho really wanted to be forgiven and forgotten, in that case every such articles and comments are not needed. If he is the founder of a church-less church then past is as relevant as future.
Shantam, it’s all very well to continually focus on Osho, the master, the ‘Special One’ (sorry, Jose Mourinho) in all his extraordinary and mundane dimensions, but if that dominates to the exclusion of how you’re living your very ordinary life in the light of what he supposedly transmitted to you, then I suggest it’s not necessarily a sign of spiritual growth, or of ‘radical spirituality’, but more the driven behaviour of some kind of simple-minded, fixated ‘fan’, rather lost but inwardly clutching a mental scrapbook of assorted bits and pieces of the ‘Glorious Past’, wishing the Great One was still around, and insisting all should remain exactly as it was when he passed away.
Or following in the footsteps of mediocre would-be co-founders of any other mediocre religion, essentially just copying the same old, same old process of how such things have gone before. And, just like the rest, inevitably screwing it all up, despite, or even because of the ‘best of intentions’
Inevitably? Yes, because that’s what mediocrities always do. Haven’t you noticed (eg in your own life, for Christ’s sake?!).
Be sure, Satyadeva, in comparison with many reached people and their adoring followers, I am living the life of a hero, albeit a tragic hero. When most of the people suspended their adventure and enjoying home turf advantage, it is the grace of the master I continue to walk on the wire year after year.
You don’t know my life and I won’t tell also, but be sure, I have earned to hit the mafia of the soul. Without earning you cannot raise even your fist in the air.
This is what makes my gratitude for Osho and it matters not whether He has left the body or died. I don’t see any survivor in Osho but a master who dignifies human search and created one of the most remarkable mystery schools ever happened on Earth.
And don’t be a bloody bastard to mention again Osho Ashram was all for sex with white women and people like me or say, Shantam went there for Free Sex. By demeaning everybody, including western women, you are basically proving even Avatars cannot bring your pundit ego to humility.
So, far from being a lost mediocrity, you’re “living the life of a hero, albeit a tragic hero…through the grace of the master”, having “earned to hit the mafia of the soul”?
Sounds like self-dramatizing bullshine, Shantam, a neat piece of self-delusion indeed! It might be your way of coping with personal pain, and there is a certain ‘nobility’ of spirit about you, but the result is that you can’t see straight, your vision is impaired by what you’ve mentally constructed to help you cope with the reality of your situation.
As for your last paragraph, well, I suggest you have given a quite different impression here over the years so, bearing in mind your propensity for hiding the truth from yourself all I can say to that is “Pull the other one, Swami!” (can you spot the double entendre?).
Shantam says.
‘This is what makes my gratitude for Osho and it matters not whether He has left the body or died.’
Why on earth are you grateful to Osho? You have got nothing from your time with Osho. The most ordinary pereson on the street, who has never even heard of Osho, has more self-awareness, perceptiveness and discernment than you.
Arpana the Greek, if you have some brain and sensitivity, copy this quotation and hang it in your kitchen:
“A person who demeans his own master’s disciples is almost like a person who molests children.”
Shantam the sick, if you have some brain and sensitivity, copy this quotation and hang it in your kitchen:
“A person who demeans his own master’s disciples is almost like a person who molests children.”
Because you, Shantam, demean Osho’s disciples constantly.
Perfectly correct, Shantambhai!
I have proclaimed the truth all along!
You are certainly a hero, and a tragic one at that!
You are Oshello – brownskin man who chases perfidious gora girl and ends up losing everything!
You are Singh Lear – dying of grief as treacherous spiritual family scheme against you!
You are Romeo, suffering the death of beloved dream at hands of warring factions and then dramatically poisoning self with Prozac!
But your tragedy is indeed greater than all of these! Suckled on the mighty mammary of mighty Bhorat, having botty wiped by amma then ending up choking with spiritual thirst at milkless breast of perverted West, cleaning toilets in spiritual wasteland and begging money from the gora to buy past-sell-by date food from Lidl to support past-sell-by date philosophy whilst watching XXXX channel paid for by your new amma – Frau Merkel!
Oedipus had it easy compared to you!
Now, your endless soliloquy about how slings and arrows of outrageous fortune engineered by whiteskin alcoholic baboons echo through akashik cyberspace like a tragically broken record!
Bhai, tears are flowing down my face like cracked cistern in Freiburg dole-office toilet on plumber`s day off!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Anand Yogi,
I find “Oshello” hilarious, had tears in my eyes with laughter!
With a mind like yours, who cares about no-mind? Just don’t need, it’s inbuilt! Enjoy it! XXX
This article is chosen by Dharmen or Parmartha, most probably by Parmartha. As far as I know, he must be in late 60s; before becoming disciple of Bhagwan, he has graduated from London School of Economics. Most probably, he could have become one of the successful investment bankers, living in a wall property of self-earned million pounds.
And what he has become? Writing articles about Laxmi and her Bhagwan; the people who have long died and basically nobody cares in the world other than people one can count on fingers. Satyadeva, get the courage and write psychoanalytical report about him.
One thing is clear, i will still respond in the hard-hitting words. You have a very narrow and fixed IDEA what the fuck is pure spirituality. How the people with shoe box mind set can ever comprehend the mysterious and its billions of rays?
For someone like you I can suggest, get rid of all your religious books and the photo of Meera and others and then go to an empty church, light a candle and connect with the inner child lost in the words of others.
After that, you may see innocence of disciples in those who basically are not disciple types but became due to persuasion of Osho.
Your first two paragraphs, which are uninformed, pure speculation are way off target, Shantam, the sort of gratuitous nonsense convenient for you to believe that you often broadcast at SN and try to pass off as fact or truth.
As for the rest, I don’t doubt your sincerity, but sincerity isn’t enough when coupled with wilful self-ignorance and its inevitable consequence, impaired vision. The result: sheer, unadulterated stupidity.
“How the people with shoe box mind-set can ever comprehend the mysterious and its billions of rays?” Perhaps that’s something you need to ask with reference to yourself, Shantam….
Shantam, you do seem to get too personal sometimes, and also need to know so much biographical detail. It is prurient.
I did attend the LSE between 1964 and 1967 as a very young man, but it means nothing. I actually studied philosophy there as an undergraduate.
It was a very small department amongst all those aspiring finance and economics departments and the ambitious people within them.
I dont know how I was selected to go there. Maybe because they did like a few ‘individuals’ and I may have matched their need to have a few of those.
I spent a lot of time in Lincoln’s Inn Fields reading Maupassant and Kierkegaard, and avoiding the main buildings.
I have always tried to find ‘meaningful’ avenues in my life, and am now 70. I can tell you now that I consider my life to have been meaningful, and to continue to have meaning, much more so than some of those whom I shared ‘rooms’ with as an undergraduate, who arguably wasted their lives making money, and becoming robots.
I see that Shantam Prem has not replied to my comments above. My intuition is that he does not really read replies to his posts, or that his ego is so strong that he is only interested in his own posts, and any interaction is very peripheral.
Big P,
Shantam reads Anand Yogi because Yogi is the only one who recognises the towering significance of his heroic mission!!
or emission…
Frank is Anand Yogi.
Shantambhai!
After all this time I have supported you through thick and thin, 99% thick in your case, you betray me and compare me with the alcoholic, depraved whiteskin baboon Frank, who has abused the freedom that Osho has given him, urinated on our holy shrine, cast doubt on the purity of your ejaculations at your keyboard and instead of following Osho`s guidelines to meditate, has just sat around doing nothing?
It seems that the depraved atmosphere of the spiritual wasteland of the West and free medication have rotted your brain to even consider such a nightmare!
However, I am very happy that you have found Madhu. She is certainly mirroring you! It is certainly a meeting of no-minds, the like of which is rarely seen!
She is, as you say, a true spiritual warrior, and with her martial skills ripe to be recruited into the front line of any attempt of regime change,
What could possibly go wrong? When the cowardly junkie therapists and Anglo-Saxons see you and her coming, they will run for it like greased lightning!
Then Shri Shantam, resplendent on the podium with his utterly devoted, heartfelt secretary Madhu at his feet, in dialogue that would transcend the mind completely…
Would that not be the ultimate culmination of the glorious religions of mighty Bhorat that have so fervently banged their heads on marble for yugas?
Yahoo!
This is no right judgement, Parmartha. You and Lokesh are two persons I love to respond with humility for the reason real people with real face and real names I must not avoid.
Sometimes answers are not typed spontaneously, they take time. This particular post I have read many times and still answer is not created in my brain.
God willing, we will go on communicating on this site for long time to come, so give me this benefit of trust. I read every post. Those who make me angry, I respond with rage immediately. For wise answers, I require time and the mood.
Far better, Shantam, if you were to wait an equal length of time before responding to posts that “make” you angry (like this one, no doubt). Then you might just have a chance of seeing your robotic emotional tendencies and not only where your emotional trigger points are, but perhaps even their origins and how they function (to undermine your intelligence).
But that would require the sort of commitment to self-enquiry which you’ve never demonstrated here, despite all your frothy personal claims to ‘true disciplehood’.
As a result, unfortunately for you, anyone can wind you up, make you enraged, at will, as if by clicking their fingers.
Taking time to respond to “wise answers” is one thing, but investigating one’s ‘righteous rage’ requires a whole lot more, and it seems you’ve never bothered to give it a try.
Who knows, maybe some of those ‘rage-creators’ might be ‘wise words’, in disguise, as it were….
“Shantam, you do seem to get too personal sometimes, and also need to know so much biographical detail. It is prurient.”
Parmartha, is Sannyas some kind of Lion or Rotary club and sannyasnews the discussion group about local problems of the city? How one can discuss “meaningful” if persons hide behind non-personal veils? Thoughts should penetrate till emotions.
In a way, I like Satyadeva’s point-blank style; only hitch is he is hiding top till bottom in a Burqa. Intelligence without integrity are chips, one cannot create potato out of them.
I think for hundreds of years seekers and commoners have discussed meaningful themes during the nights. To enter that Satsang it was important that participants know each other, have some knowledge about their family life and how many cows and acres of land they have.
MOD: POST EDITED.
I have 0 cows, 0 acres. But if I win the Lottery then the situation might well change.
Enough for today, Shantam?
SS, are you obsessed by this Rajneesh that you are posting all the time?
Why?
MOD: TAN, WHAT ARE YOU REFERRING TO HERE, PLEASE?
Tan,
I guess SS is a kind of in demand website creator and manufacturer in the net-realms and maybe it has not that much to do with what is happening in himself by his own walking? At least, I feel it that way. It’s more like advertising then. A business.
Madhu
Yes, Madhu, it was difficult to find the right actors for the parts, but I was helped out by some Indian friends.
Tan, I do have a bit of a history of helping to advertise gurus and spiritual teachers. But it is only for those I consider to be genuine.
SS, you are advertising “meditation” by this guru. Really, find something else, something new and interesting!
Mind you, wherever I go the “meditations” are advertised and quite cheap. In the church halls, community centres, schools, everywhere…My God! Everybody leads it – hairdressers, fitness gurus, etc…you don’t need to be an Indian guru anymore! Something has changed!
So, if you find something more interesting, you made it!
Cheers and good luck!
Truth is, I don`t think that `Guru Rajneesh Rishi` is the real deal.
He just doesn`t have the classic signs. No bald head, no beard?
Looks to me more like just some Indian astro-business, they clearly want to lure in foreigners for the big bucks.
Ehrm…ehm…Yes, to keep to the topic…
I first met Laxmi back in ’74. Ah yes, those were the days. Talking about oneself in the third person was viewed as perfectly normal back then. Laxmi was not a heavy eater. Lived on rice crackers for years.
We talked on several occasions. Laxmi was a very sweet and intelligent woman. She was a joker and utterly devoted to Osho. She was eventually ousted from her lofty position of power in Osho’s very own version of Ashram of Cards. The message…it can all get blown away.
Best wee story I have to share about Laxmi is the following:
I only ever wrote one letter to Osho. One afternoon, I was in a flippant mood and fired off something equally flippant. I took the letter to Laxmi and she gave me a funny look as I handed it over.
I left the ashram’s precincts and passed a house I had never noticed before. I glanced at the house’s gate sign and saw that its name was ‘Meher Villas’ and I took it as a sign that I should visit one of my favourite spots, Meher Baba’s wee house down on Bund Garden Road. I was familiar with the caretaker, who let me come and go as I pleased.
I chose a book from the small library and hunkered down in a corner for a read. I opened the book at a random page. I read a few lines along the theme of the master being playful like Lord Krishna, but never forget that the master is an embodiment of the Supreme. I flashed back on the flippant letter that I handed over to Laxmi half an hour before, and realized I had fucked up big-time.
I hurried out to my bike, which squeaked louder than an army of fascist mice and squeaked my way back to the ashram at hyper-speed. Parked my bike by the beedie temple and rushed in to the office. Laxmi was waiting for me, with my unopened letter in her hand. She chuckled and handed the letter back to me. “Swami Lokesh”, she said, “I thought you might return for this.” Her dark eyes sparkled. “Thanks, Laxmi”, I said with obvious relief. I namastaed and left.
That was the last personal contact I had with the old girl. God bless her soul. In a funny sort of way I adored that woman. She was an embodiment of bhakti and her devotion to Osho was beyond compare.
Thanks, Lokesh.
A meaningful memoir, and worth the telling.
Yes, Lokesh, a heart-touching story you recall here, heart-touching about you, as the younger ´Lokesh, and heart-touching too about a woman in charge as a kind of mediator to Osho/Bhagwan.
And heart-touching too about a time one could call ‘magical’ – in retrospect about an inner soul-connectedness in a field called Ashram, one could say.
It was her – not to behave like a robot – and you yourself too; and you had a chance therewith to correct yourself and take ´your time for that. So much so, that even now some 42 years later, it really becomes a story worth telling, as Parmartha rightly puts it.
As far as I know, there are lots and lots of this kind of story yet to be in many shelves, aren´t there? I feel they need to be told. There´s a good ‘magic’ in that. Reminding of humanness in progress in growth acceleration.
And thank you for yours.
Madhu
Great story, Lokesh. I agree, Laxmi was ‘the real deal’, someone you could trust 100%, cheerful, humorous, yet tough if necessary, and uncompromisingly 100% devoted.
I recall walking into the ashram one day, shortly after I’d started editing ‘The Mustard Seed’, feeling a little uncomfortable seeing Laxmi approaching along the path, but I was immediately put at ease by her cheerful (yet intensely interested) manner as she enquired, while passing, “And how is Jesus?”
“Oh, I’m fine, thanks”, I replied. “Just a little problem with the wrists and ankles, but otherwise not too bad, y’know, all things considered.”
I read ‘The Mustard Seed’ in the early 80s. This section had a huge impact on me then, as I was going through a really painful sense of feeling torn between pre-Sannyas me and Sannyas me, but the principle comes up for me repeatedly to this day.
https://justpaste.it/OshoMustardTwohorses
“Who knows after fifty years what will happen and who will be here?”. His dictum was: just plant trees”
You gave a quote-marker, SN folks for those whose eyesight´s already dimming, didn´t you?
Yes, who is HERE? That´s a very good question.
On the other hand, planting trees, planting life, shows kind of pragmatic approach, which nobody can deny, isn t it? The young generations here are very much into it; it belongs to lifestyle these days, quite something else than some 42 years ago, and quite something else than to the time here recalled in this Chat.
Even though I had no personal exchange with Laxmi, I still have seen her even a bit later around and I am all with Lokesh, when he described her as an intelligent and devoted Beauty. I wonder about those who knew her personally and what did they do (or not do!) when she was replaced like furniture?
But that´s another story, isn´t it?
Back to planting…
Madhu
I enjoyed ‘The Mustard Seed’. Great book.
The text in this post has been taken from Ma Laxmi`s book, ‘Journey of the Heart’. Here is some interesting content from the text where Laxmi describes in detail some of her master`s daily activites and eating habits:
“A day in Osho’s life was like this: In a few minutes after rising from bed at six-thirty in the morning he had tea.
He took the same kind of tea, always in the same cup, provided the cup was intact and not broken or changed.
At seven he would go into the bath for exactly thirty minutes.
At seven-thirty he had yet another cup of tea with an apple.
At dot eight am he would be in Buddha Hall. He spoke for nearly ninety minutes and concluded the discourse on the dot.
He was back in his room by ten. For a few years, as long as the body permitted, he had plain soda and a mouth freshener at ten in the morning.
Lunch was served at half past eleven. It comprised a vegetable, a lentil dal, green salad, rice and roti. He ate peas, tomatoes, potatoes, cabbage, onion and a few varieties of dals, including toor dal.
He ate dals regularly. It is possible the cooks were bored of cooking limited vegetables and dals, however Osho never tired of it.
He ate with complete awareness and once he had eaten, no tastes lingered. As long as he was eating he relished it, once eaten he had moved ahead. Each time he ate the same dish it was relished afresh. There was no past involved. It was a new dish and a new taste each time.
He lived in the present moment, from moment to moment. He was the master of his mind. In fact, he used mind only when required. For the rest of the time he was in no-mind state, meditating.
Many a times when Laxmi visited him he would be sitting in his chair, with his eyes closed. Just relaxing.
This was deeply nourishing for him. He said, “For me to talk is arduous. The sooner it happens that many of you are able to understand me in my silence, the better it would be”.
Thanks, Shanti.
Laxmi gives a good and helpful account here.
There is one omission, and also in her book as a whole: There is no reference to Osho’s health. When I first met Osho in 1974 he was clearly unwell. There were a number of times when he was first in Poona that the air, etc. there badly disagreed with his health (he suffered from diabetes and asthma). He used to rest on those days and sometimes just sit with people in the garden.
Laxmi had choosen Poona, and I know insiders were worried that Osho would want to move on again as his health did not seem to settle, and all that Laxmi had done would have to be re-done. About a year after moving from Bombay his health began to settle but was very sensitive.
The significance of this has never been lost on me, but very often lost on those who write the biographies, and say his health, etc. declined so much in Poona 2. The truth is that with asthmatics they thrive in desert air, and that is why Kutch was actively being canvassed from around 1978, but dropped when Laxmi was displaced.
Sheela did get a desert, the Oregon desert. And this did agree with Osho’s health and it did seem to recover considerably when he was living there.
Osho managed his diabetes and asthma with western medication, and he must have taken it regularly within his daily routine. This also does not get a mention in Laxmi’s otherwise very detailed account.
Osho himself said his health was never the same from age 21, when he became enlightened. It was a great shock, enlightenment, to the body, and is for all those who attain it. From then on he always suffered with ill health.
He was also reckless with his health.
If you look in ‘Autobiography of a Spiritually Incorrect Mystic’ he describes taking an extremely large dose of chloroform to show someone an example of “Bardo”/unconscious. You can find it online. This predates his connection with Nitrous.
I don`t think that anyone will disagree that this is dangerous behaviour, especially for someone with diabetes and other health probs. Chloroform messes your heart and liver at the best of times.
Sitting almost exclusively in his room for 7 years doing v. little exercise also doesn`t sound like the behaviour of a health freak particularly, either.
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Right.
I remember something that you posted here several years ago, Frank, where Osho discusses some time prior to the Poona period having had terrible migraines, and some doctor had given him some kind of sleeping pills that helped with that.
Osho certainly seemed to have no problem popping pills or allopathic medicine if he felt his body needed it.
Osho`s acceptance and trust of allopathic medicine may be in stark contrast with his little devotee Laxmi, who apparently refused any pain medication, even whilst dying of cancer in hospital:
https://youtu.be/vT1yoRfzIi8
Swamishanti!
What is your fucking concern to write stuff like this: “his little devotee Laxmi, who apparently refused any pain medication, even whilst dying of cancer in hospital”.
You´re a psychopath – not only immature but a psychopath! Totally out of any joke!
Madhu
That Shakespeare quote, re the lady ‘protesting too much’ springs to mind here, Madhu. Where exactly is the offence?
I did not address you, Satyadeva, but if you´re supporting Swamishanti here, my answer is:
Disrespect is the offence.
And maybe Swamishanti will know what respect is the way I mean hen he himself will face, one day, sickness and process of dying and see his comments on others and their passing in another light.
Same refers to you when you are playing a kind of ´auditor´ monger here and calling it in delusion a kind of ´Shakesspearean approach´ (and also in this you borrow the words of another contributor).
Madhu
Madhu, from many of your posts here it seems you’re very much attuned to seeing “disrespect” pretty well everywhere anyway, particularly towards yourself.
I suggest that perhaps you’re considerably exaggerating this perception in your response to SS’s post – or, more likely imagining what isn’t actually there.
Can`t really see what you are angry about here. I was simply commenting on Ma Laxmi, as described in the video by her friend/disciple.
What is it exactly that bothers you about the comment?
“His little devotee Laxmi” – she was little, was she not? Even Osho jokes about her size in the video. She was a devotee.
“She apparently refused any pain medication” – as reported by her friend in the video.
“Dying of cancer in the hospital” – is this the bit that bothers you? Doesn`t the video portray Laxmi dying in a blissful, fully surrendered way? Isn`t that what Osho always encouraged, to celebrate death? To accept death as a part of life? With no anger? “And all that is remembered is that she was ecstatic” – her words in the vid.
You feel that you are very ‘mature’ – yet I don`t feel that a lot of your your overly serious, heavy and dense comments really convey a sense of maturity, Madhu. Perhaps you are a little delusional in this respect.
It was in this context, Swamishanti:
“Osho`s acceptance and trust of allopathic medicine may be in stark contrast with his little devotee,” and what you use – how, when, for what (with added links).
Otherwise, your response is as eloquent as a Marc Zuckerberg would manage (with a lot of male thumbs-ups /plus Tan, probably, here in agreement), no doubt about that.
Madhu
P.S:
There’s a difference, I presume, to have experienced a human being personally in an energetic field.
And there’s a difference also in the whole context to be reminded of the bugging report of some Rajesh – as also there she has been a target of mean actions. And how that ‘played’ we all came to know here, didn´t we?
And she deserves all respect – also from people bragging about their stance with illness. Knowing nothing.
Madhu
Here I can understand the strong stand taken by Madhu. There are many times when I feel appreciation for Madhu for really standing for aesthetics of Heart.
Madhu, you are a female warrior, warrior of love and light. From next time onwards I will see the mirror more carefully when shown by you.
Here, I can’t understand the self-aggrandising rubbish spouted by Shantam. There are many times when I feel scorn for Shantam for really standing for nothing more than his own ridiculous sense of self-importance.
Shantam, you are a big load of nothing, an enormous, ridiculous pest. From next time onwards I will show you your ridiculous self in the mirror, even more carefully, when shown more rubbish like this by you.
Madhu, I have seen nothing wrong in the SS comment. Laxmi was really a beautiful little one and Osho joked about it many times. What is the problem being little?
I heard as well she refused any medication and she was battling cancer for years. What is the problem with that?
Mind you, all the sannyasins I have met have a good remembrance of her. Everybody liked her! It says more about her than her height or any illness.
No, SS doesn’t deserve a kick in the balls. Relax, Madhu, and why not take a holiday to Brazil? Many cities in south Brazil speak the German language. XXX
You British genlemen have ever thought talking too much about Indian past you are making your way for the next life in India, or is there an inbuilt confidence Osho is furnishing the block upstairs for “My People”?
Laxmi is already putting the nameplates to welcome His people.
Perfectly correct, Shantambhai!
Why British subjects of Her Majesty are discussing past with Osho secretary they actually met? When great tragic hero Singh Lear did not even need to meet but had spasms of self-induced ecstasy simply seeing perky breasts of future secretary in colour magazine?
Shantam,
If you see others as an extension to yourself…
Narcissists often see others as a way to fulfil their own needs and reach their own goals – rather than other people with their own feelings and needs. They generally expect things from other people and feel as though they are entitled to certain things, reacting badly when they don’t receive them.
Arps says, “They generally expect things from other people and feel as though they are entitled to certain things, reacting badly when they don’t receive them.”
I would not limit that statement to narcissists. Almost everyone does that. The feeling that others are owing you something is very common and a deeply-seated human trait.In Gurdjieffian terminology it is called ‘inner accounting’. I must be honest and admit I also do that. It is a negative state that I work to free myself from on an almost daily basis.
I don’t disagree with you, but in fact I function from the opposite of having a sense of entitlement, the other side of the coin if you will. At some level I have to work very hard to believe I should have anything, but probably more neutral these days, because of meditating and Osho.
I know I’m ok, but that’s taken a lot of work.
For what it’s worth, I don’t see you as having the kind of sense of entitlement Shantam has, not even vaguely.
Good response, Arps. From what I see, the idea that we all live with a sense of being owed something by others is something that needs to be acknowledged. If one does not it can mean that they are free of it, or simply have not paid enough attention to become aware of it.
Everyone has their own form of ‘inner accounting’ and it is good to remember that the process often appears quite reasonable, natural even, and it is therefore that we do not notice what ‘inner accounting’ actually is…very negative.
You either realize what is happening or you do not. Most are content not bothering to look and own up to it.
“Inner accounting”.
Great phrase. Wow.
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