Comments on: From The Journey of the Heart

By: shantam prem

shantam prem — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 16:37:35 +0000

As per Indian way of the heart, today is Master´s full moon celebration. Indians don´t have Father`s Day, Mother´s Day, Valentine´s Day but Master´s Day.

I don´t think those who started this festival centuries ago had the idea of adding Departed Master´s too in Master´s Day.

In all the thousands of discourses, I have not come across some piece where Osho has some guidelines over this theme. Maybe this is the reason flagship property, developed by late Osho and now in control of closest western disciples, won´t celebrate Master´s day, faithful Indians will celebrate in various cities and will get sentimental about O.

I have mixed feelings.

By: Arpana

Arpana — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 14:16:45 +0000

You’ve never had a go at me before. I’m devastated.

By: anand yogi

anand yogi — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 12:50:30 +0000

Again, the western baboons like Arpana merely show their desperate need for true spiritual therapy as devised by the masters of mighty Bhorat!

Remember: Laughter is as sacred as prayer!

But only if it happens in an authorised laughing meditation taking place in a buddhafield within a twenty-five mile radius of a holy samadhi and overseen by a qualified and certified spiritual therapist, so if anyone dies laughing he will immediately become enlightened!

Yahoo!
Jus` like that!

By: Arpana

Arpana — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 09:13:06 +0000

I spontaneously laughed, clapped and said, “Bravo, Frank”, sitting here in front of my computer.

By: anand yogi

anand yogi — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 09:09:49 +0000

Perfectly correct, Samarpan!

It is of the utmost importance that you repeat endlessly that everything is perfectly correct in the perfectly correct world of the perfectly correct disciple of the perfectly correct master!

Keep up the perfect work and do not be disturbed by cries of “parrot”, “inflated fool”, “relig-idiot”, “delusionary”, “twat” from the unconscious baboons of SN who wallow in a muddy cess-pit of imperfection!

It has always been the perfectly correct being`s fate to be crucified and reviled by the unconscious masses!

And in the grand scheme of things as envisaged by the wisdom that existed before the beginning ot time, which you are party to, every insult, every nail banged in, every pie in the face, every poke in the eye, every knee in the groin is both proof of the truth of what you are saying and also simply another manifestation of perfection!

Yahoo!
Amen!

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 09:06:07 +0000

Then there’s this…

https://youtu.be/ZmopROxBnBU

Hope you get the point, Shantam, the first part’s not to be taken literally!

By: madhu dagmar frantzen

madhu dagmar frantzen — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 09:00:09 +0000

Thanks, Arpana, yes, now I remember the context. (Can search myself…as I remember the time also).

Just now here, did join you in your “standing ovation” to the ‘poetry slam’ of today…

That was and is fun for everybody, isn´t it?

Madhu

By: Arpana

Arpana — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 08:45:15 +0000

Frank,
Your style reminded me of this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-doIk9Th95o

By: Arpana

Arpana — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 08:28:35 +0000

Standing ovation.

By: Arpana

Arpana — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 08:23:15 +0000

“but nothing replaces, in my eyes at least and in the ´end, a good and empathic human face-to-face contact.”

I agree with that, but good to have both. One doesn’t exclude the other.

I don’t know how to use the search on Sannyas news Madhu, but I do recall I mentioned the Intensive Journal to Fresch. (Freschie, where are you?) and would probably have sent her this link.

http://intensivejournal.org/index.php

I use the Intensive Journal every day, and have done for about 8 years, although I’ve also kept a daily journal since 1984.

I enjoy using a pen and paper to write, but don’t know in a clear-cut, cause-and-effect sense if doing so is therapeutic, but I keep it up because something is fulfilled in me by doing so, concurrent with painting.

(When I got into the method, I realised I had been looking for something like this since I was about 13, a way of expressing, recording my life, even more than straightforward daily journal keeping).