Taking Sannyas in Poona in June of 1979, Osho gave me Centering and some of the other ‘lightweight’ groups, while my girlfriend got Encounter and more confronting stuff right away (maybe I was deemed a lost cause for awareness off the top).

The Centering Group was huge – 200+ participants, held on the roof of a building, and Prasad the director of the three ring circus. Many Gurdjieff exercises and other challenges to the ways I thought my mind worked, and many opportunities to let go old conditionings.

At home in Canada I was a college teacher of an interaction/communication group course and found much of the Centering Group would help my work. I started taking notes. Prasad told me to drop it, mostly to get me out of my head, no doubt, but he also said he was preparing a book on the group himself and I could get what I needed there. I don’t think that book happened.

In any case, I got what I needed on many levels: a beginning of waking up, a start on being a sannyasin, a movement towards the heart. For my work, I got to see how to work with a large group, and many exercises that went straight into my work. In a way I have made a whole career of doing centering group.

I never saw all this sexual wildness in the Centering Group – most of that seemed to be confined to the overheated accusations of the local press and outsider gossip. The Poona taxi drivers would tell me lurid stories of what was “really” going on behind those gorgeous wood and brass gates. I found no more or less sex than any large bunch of really juicy people were having, and all the relationship and relationshit problems were just as much there, though we were all working them out in public.

The main point is that I never saw or even knew about the politics, the philosophical arguments, the backstage machinations in Poona or Oregon. I was there as a sannyasin, doing groups, listening to discourses, playing music at the drive-by, reading Osho books. I think that’s what I needed, and that’s what appeared to me.

Mister Freud is not totally ´outdated, see (?), how that cool inside of my flat just now is serving me well for the moment.

Thank you well, to everybody.

Madhu

No, Kavita, it is not, but it just seems, (appeared) to be….

Madhu

what you have made out of my atempt to share that I closed my windows, that the heat cannot come into the flat so much, makes me angry ! not without reason!
jalousie is jalousie- some wodden stuff to keep the heat outside!

Anyway, me here takes much effort to use the dictionary to better understanding, you could do that too.
Not everybody is native english…in this world of ´chat.

correction please, even if that is too late (data-wise).

Madhu

MOD:
SORRY, Madhu, WE’D NEVER HEARD OF THIS WORD BEFORE – THANKS FOR THE INFO!

ALTHOUGH YOUR OUTRAGE MIGHT POSSIBLY BE ‘MODERATED’ (!) BY BEARING IN MIND THAT WE TAKE PLENTY OF TIME AND CARE EVERY DAY IN RE-PRESENTING YOUR POSTS (NOT THIS ONE (2pm) THOUGH!).

MAYBE YOU MIGHT CHECK THE PUBLISHED VERSIONS AND SO PREVENT YOURSELF REPEATING A FEW ERRORS?.

WHATEVER, ‘YOU ARE NOT THE TARGET’, AS THE SAYING GOES.

Just have been coming home after a very short bicycling tour; today´s weather in Bavaria, Germany reminds me of India.

Loved it to find some in the letter box…and closed the jalousie for a few hours…getting old…feels better this way…

Smile of cool Shade in shade.
Hmmmm.

Madhu

Second point:
You write: “The guys here, in SN, are quite good, have experience in dealing with ‘Osho’s trauma’, and have a heart of gold, even if they deny it.”

I would say:
If you, Tan, have such an eye on stuff happening here, the “heart of gold” is simply your own! And inside yourself! And I would add: Congratulations.

Like the other day, when one of the guys (was it Arpana, or Satyadeva?) responded about your posted shopping list that day he responded that you have won in the lottery – remember?

The rare moments then, I really LOVE the posts, like this, as witty and beautiful and amazing…even if I don´t get it. Well, I have not reached the point of ´choiceless awareness yet.

Have a beautiful day,
With, or without shopping, Tan.

Madhu

About Shantam Prem’s jokes, they have taught me to be very alert, though sometimes I do wish I am less alert!