Teertha wrote:
“The first thing that impressed me was how Osho had namasted his audience as he came onto the podium. This was a real breakthrough. Up till then all the religious teachers I had come across would extend a special blessing mudra with the right hand up, and I had always felt this gave the impression they considered themselves superior. A namaste, on the other hand, means I greet the god in you, which meant he recognized the divine in each of the people who had come to see him – and that really appealed to me. He then went on to call his audience “mere priye atman” – Sanskrit for my beloved ones, which was also surprising. This was the first time I had heard such an address.
But it was while listening to him speak that I fully recognized this man. There was a beautiful simplicity about his speech – and I was struck in particular by one thing he said: that man is miserable because he is asleep.
Man is not miserable because of his bad karmas, or because of his evil thoughts; it is just because he is asleep. This was the first time I’d heard anyone suggest something so radical.
In 1969 I attended a three-day meditation camp in Gujarat, where Osho was giving a series of Hindi discourses called Main Mrityu Sikhata Hun (meaning: I teach you death).. The whole set of lectures was about death and dying.
In the morning he would talk for one hour, then there would be a meditation on death. And in the afternoon there would be questions and answers. Then, on the third day, Osho asked us to sit in silence with him for one hour.
I was puzzled about this, not knowing what it was to sit in silence. I looked around to see what the others were doing – everyone was sitting still, with their eyes closed, their backs upright and legs crossed…so I followed suit and as I did so, I slowly started relaxing. First the body relaxed, then the mind relaxed…and soon it was very beautiful just to be sitting in some unfamiliar silent state, watching my breath slow down until there seemed to be nothing happening at all.
When I began to hear people leave the terrace where the meditation was taking place, I realized it was time to go. But my eyes would not open. Only when the carpet we had been sitting on was being cleared away, and it touched my knee as they rolled it up around me, was I forced to look at what was going on. An hour had passed since the other participants had left; I hadn’t noticed.
Before coming to Osho, I had been seeing a swami called Shivananda, of the Divine Light Society in Rishikesh, and Shivananda had given me a mantra, which I sat with in the mornings regularly. Now it occurred to me that, since it was so beautiful to sit silently, rather than reciting my mantra when at home, I would sit in silence instead.
But I soon found out that the depth of silence I had felt while sitting with Osho present did not occur when I was sitting in my room.
So I wrote Osho a letter.
I asked him: It was so beautiful being in meditation with you. How is it that at home the silence doesn’t come in the same way? Have I taken the wrong step?
In the beginning when you were speaking I was looking at your face without blinking, as in tratak, and sometimes you would disappear. There were moments when I heard your words but couldn’t see your body.
Then I added a question: Could it be that my eyesight is bad?
Osho sent me the following handwritten reply in Hindi, translated here:
My Beloved,
Love.
The experience will deepen.
So work hard.
With a longing,
With a resolve,
Even the wrong step taken towards the divine is not wasted!
Therefore, there is no question of the right step.
Keep on going, and watch.
Religion is an experiment,
Not mere faith.
Religion is an experience,
Not mere belief.
It was signed Rajneesh ke pranam, and over that he had inscribed his ornamental signature, which looks almost illegible compared to the one on the sannyas form that I received later on.
Shortly before I went to a meditation camp at Mount Abu, I realized that I felt ready to become Osho’s disciple. I had heard that to prepare for initiation into ‘neo-sannyas’, the movement of his devotees that Osho had just started, we had to wear only orange, so I went to have an orange robe made. But as soon as I had picked it up from the tailor I suddenly found myself crying. And I began crying so much that my wife Prasanta didn’t know what to do. She had never seen me cry before so she called all the neighbors in to help, but they didn’t know what to do either, and they all stood around looking at me like some kind of oddity. They had never seen a full-grown man sobbing.
When it came to taking sannyas, I felt a great deal of fear, and found myself unable to make the final step – literally, because there were stairs to Osho’s room at that Mount Abu camp, and I went up and down several times before finding the courage to open the door. To become a sannyasin felt to me like a kind of death and I didn’t know if I was ready to die yet.
But I did take the final step. And I came back from the camp dressed from head to toe in the color of sunrise and stood at the station, waiting for a train to Kalyan, the suburb where I lived, noticing how everybody was looking at me – the bright orange naturally attracted attention.
When everyone looks at you, where do you look? You look inside, at yourself. Suddenly I was alert to what was going on inside me. It was a beautiful ‘device’ that Osho gave us – to be in the crowd yet always aware of the watcher within.
From time to time the crying continued to come over me, and I didn’t try to stop it. These tears were about my own death… Not that I was afraid, but it was as if something greater than me was moving through me, and these tears were a kind of catharsis.
My wife, however, was so worried about my periodic outbursts that I had to write another letter to Osho. This time I wrote: Even though I am crying a lot I feel good to have taken sannyas. But my wife is so worried about my sannyas that now she is crying!
Osho sent his reply through another Bombay-based sannyasin with a verbal message: Come to see me next Sunday and bring your whole family. My “whole family” would have included our four children, and that was not possible. So when we went to Osho’s Bombay home, Woodland Apartments, the children stayed outside the room with my brother while I went in with just my wife. Only the nine-year-old slipped into the room at the last minute and sat down next to us.
With the three of us in front of him, Osho asked me, “So what is the problem?”
“I have no problem,” I said. “Prasanta has a problem.”
So he turned to her and she immediately responded, “He took sannyas without asking me!”
Osho smiled and sat back.
“Many husbands go gambling, drinking…they go to the movies. Do they ask permission from their wives? Even without your permission, he has not done anything wrong.”
“But I am worried about his health,” she said to him, ”because since taking sannyas he doesn’t show any interest in his food, or in the children. He stays all by himself.”
“That is normal in the beginning; it’s what happens. But by and by he will take an interest in food again – and in the children. Plus his health will be even better.”
Prasanta knew that at that time Osho allowed some of his people to choose between wearing either orange or white – although he’d specifically told me to change to orange – so she asked him: “Him being at home in orange clothes doesn’t look good” – she was referring to the Hindu custom where traditional sannyasins wear bright orange to show their renunciation of work and family – “why can’t he wear white, like your other sannyasins?”
“Don’t be worried,” Osho said. “You will be even better off than before. In orange clothes he won’t do anything bad – he won’t go to a movie, he won’t go to a pub, he won’t smoke… That’s why orange clothes are better than white!”
At that moment I understood again what a great multi-layered device these clothes were. Orange makes everyone look at you and that brings awareness to yourself in the crowd, you become an individual and therefore more responsible. Now he was giving another slant to it.
“But with these orange clothes,” Prasanta continued, “he may leave home like a traditional Hindu sannyasin!”
“No. For that, I take responsibility. As long as he is my sannyasin, he will not leave home.” And then he paused. “But cooperate with him.”
And then he went on to recount, “There is one sannyasin in Jabalpur whose wife would not cooperate with his sannyas, and so all that was left was for him to separate from her and the family. After that, the wife came to me crying and saying, ‘My husband is gone!’ But it was she who had been making it difficult for him…
“If you cooperate with your husband, if you let him meditate, I take responsibility for the outcome. My sannyas is about staying at home.
“Nobody has told him to take sannyas… He has taken it of his own accord because of his search from his past lives. If you had not allowed him to take sannyas with me, he would have gone to another master. And that master wouldn’t allow him to stay at home.”
Then Osho turned to me and said, with a chuckle, “Bring her along with you to the next meditation camp. She will go even deeper than you go!”
This was quite a seductive statement, and after meeting Osho all Prasanta’s doubts and concerns about me disappeared. But in spite of that invitation, she never did come to a meditation camp with me, nor did she ever feel inclined to take sannyas. It was I who kept going deeper and deeper.
After 40 years of work with the railways, I retired in 1988, and went to live in Poona to contribute in Osho’s commune there – something I had always longed to do. And my wife chose not to come with me.
Exactly ten years later, I suddenly had a desire to go even more deeply into silence and I asked my new life companion, Suha, who was also working in the commune, to tell my coordinator that I wouldn’t be coming back: “I don’t need to go to school any more. Tell her I have graduated.”
Now, I just sit in silence at home. With your eyes shut, anywhere is beautiful – and it’s not so far to walk! ”
Excerpted from Encounters with an Inexplicable Man: Stories of Osho as Told by his People, by Savita Brandt
I felt warmed by the story.
He sounds to me without affectation.
Namaste, Swami Yoga Teertha.
In Sannyas terminology, Swami Yoga Teertha has left his body during past few years. Obituary was published in Oshonews.
For years, he was working in dispatch department, always in good energy and always ready to help and had an Italian girlfriend.
Dispatch department was dismantled once Osho Commune rechristened itself as Soso Resort. No Osho Times to publish monthly magazine, No Rebel Publishing House to publish Master´s books; for what one needs a dispatch department?
Agreed, Arps.
When I saw Swami Yoga Tirtha’s photo it brought back memories of working in the Audio Dept. when sometimes it was my turn to deliver cassettes to the Dispatch Dept. He would always be very courteous, seems his presence did resonate with this letter in every way…
“My Beloved,
Love.
The experience will deepen.
So work hard.
With a longing,
With a resolve,
Even the wrong step taken towards the divine is not wasted!
Therefore, there is no question of the right step.
Keep on going, and watch.
Religion is an experiment,
Not mere faith.
Religion is an experience,
Not mere belief.”
Thank you, SN for this sharing.
Yes, I am with you with the gratitude, Kavita, that SN shares this bit of Savita´s book, ‘Encounters with an Inexplicable Man’ (2014 release).
And I am with Arpana too, with your warm feelings, while reading the topic quote.
More so as it is so feelable that we´re getting here one of the very intimate FIRST HAND ACCOUNT(s). Not reading hearsay stuff and gossip is such a (temporary) relief.
Often remember how we shared in the first times of coming together and asking ourselves and the surrounding new old friends, stunned and in awe: “How come that you came here? From all nooks and corners of the world, what triggered you to move?”
And we loved to listen to these love stories, so different and so unique and indeed also ´inexplicable´ by any mind.
As ´Inexplicable as the Man´ – if I stick to the book title.
There exists a book on my shelves also, only dedicated to His numerous Love Letters he sent (same title) and Savita has done the good work of publishing some of the responses by chosen life stories of the receivers and with some historical chapters about the phases of His work in (bodily) Presence.
And it’s too bad, Shantam Prem, that you obviously couldn´t resist the temptation to attach your pretty personal fight against the present Pune administration also to this topic, the way you did.
There is a way to disappear, when the time has come, to do so, to which, I feel, Yoga Teertha has given a very lovable, decent and dignified example, also inside his report.
What the thread gives to me is how a really inexplicable Love Story to an inexplicable Mystic can have or ought to have a myriad of forms.
To what I could relate in this topic too – by experience – are the manifold tears by being touched deeply, without having really an explanation for it.
I cried my way through many discourses, be it Pune, be it in Oregon, be it in Munich, be it inside my home. But it was more like a HomeComing reaching to something or somewhere long, long time lost; that description comes closest to it, yet is also not really describable.
It’s a mystery.
Madhu
P.S. (for Shantam Prem especially):
“When love goes wrong, politics enters the scene.”
I picked up that as Osho quote in Oshonews, days ago, and it´s one of the ´gold-light-nuggets´, which take their way to work inside as permanent company, if you take that IN. Not at all an easy one to take in, but very fruitful in recognizing processings.
Madhu.
I transcribed these interviews from the Darshan Diaries.
You might enjoy them.
http://www.wikifortio.com/736819/Darshan Diary Interviews(3).PDF
Thanks, Arps.
Certainly some gold nuggets in there.
That’s about half of them. I had a bout of ‘flu and lost my momentum. Hard work transcribing.
Thanks, Arps. I am going to enjoy myself reading again those wonderful interviews. XXX
Thanks, Arpana.
You won´t believe it, but it took for me quite some time to get that great ´gift´ on my screen here…so badly aquainted with IT technical issues.
Love to read such intimate reports; did you say you transcribed it? Or did I get that wrong?
Anyway, thanks again.
Madhu
Yes, I transcribed them from the Darshan Diaries using the Dragon Speak dictation programme, which I can recommend for anyone who writes a lot.
Thanks again, Arpana,
What an unexpected healing gift was/is hidden in your transcription work of INNER-VIEWS of interviews around the ‘Darshan Diaries’.
It´s like being able to see the work on polishing a multi-faceted, multi-coloured rare diamond with as many sparkles and facets one is able to be aware of or to perceive. (Even dreamt about it yesterday, that that may become a book as precious, as big, as preciously compiled with beautiful paintings and/ or photos as the one I was never able to afford, but often looked into it in some centres, when one was allowed to).
Sincerely hope that your strenuous effort and work is supported.
For me, being able to dive into the content has been and is like having a healing touch on a wounded spot in my heart, if I want to mention an area, but it´s more that that.
Regaining Dignity in depths, I could also call it, but all words fall short. Some of those, here letting their light come through, I knew/know from seeing them on the various path(s) in the big garden, but none of them as intimate as in their sharings here.
For me, reading it is like reading a big, big universal Love-Letter. And I am part of it too.
That´s very dignifying, and a gift.
Some-´thing´falls into place.
Madhu
Thank you, Arps.
Sorry Madhu, people like you are the politicians type. If not to protest but confirm the dictates of your master´s priest is not politics, then what is?
Tell me truthfully, how you rate the transition from Osho Commune to Osho Resort? Have a deep breath and answer. Don´t duck this post but ANSWER!
Yes, Kavita! Like you I feel grateful to SN to have posted such a jewel.
I’ve met in my life a few Yoga Thirthas, and it was one of the things that made me fall in love with your country of birth. I don’t know if we can find them anymore…. XXX
“I’ve met in my life a few Yoga Thirthas, and it was one of the things that made me fall in love with your country of birth. I don’t know if we can find them anymore…. ”
Dear Babe, why you cannot find such people in my country of Kavita´s birth? Are they emigrated to Australia, Britain, Canada, Deutschland?
Shantam, it’s your country & I can change the country of my birth!
What I mean, Shantam Prem, is things have changed a lot! The main one is the technology. I trust you can elaborate on this one! Cheers!
In my understanding, the essence line of this string is, “I don’t need to go to school any more. Tell her I have graduated.”
One can ask, why to go to school in the first place? Home coaching trend is catching on. Also when one can study through correspondence course, why even to think about schools and ashrams?
Surely when one graduates through home learning in Osho Philosophy, girl/boyfriend will also be virtual, an actor in the porn movies!
Shantam, really wish Osho had written a letter to you too, at least I/we would be saved from your vomit all the time – anyway, if wishes were horses…!
Aha, about letters!
On behalf of Bhagwan, Sheela has sent me two letters.
I am that shudra who feels dirty when Brahmin’s shadow falls over him. Please, ignore my posts.
No wonder, probably it’s working! Actually, you are the priest/Brahmin here, only if you could see it!
Beautiful story, very authentic and sincere. Humbling.
Simple story that makes me think of the Beedie Wallah. Simple shopkeeper goes to guru. Guru tells him that he is the supreme being and to stay with the ‘I Am’. Shopkeeper can find no reason to not trust what the guru says. Next thing you know shopkeeper is one of twentieth century’s most enlightened men.
I always enjoyed the purity and devotion of many of Osho’s Indian sannyasins. Especially on celebration days when they would flood into the ashram from all over India. Seems like a past life now.
Somehow, if the faith and earnestness is there, you can worship a rock and see God, or whatever it is you are searching for.
Quite recently I was involved in a discussion with a close friend. At one point my friend said, “We are complex beings.” It stayed with me, because it had the ring of truth about it. I recognize the beautiful simplicity of Swami Yoga Teertha’s story. I also recognize that my life appears to be far more complex than Teertha’s sounds and perhaps it would be easier to live my life if it were more simple…well. that’s only if I think about it. And I am not right now, because suddenly I hear Frank Sinatra’s voice, singing,
“I’ve lived a life that’s full,
I’ve travelled each and every highway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.”
To be honest, Lokesh, I would rather sit down with Yogi Thirtha and close my eyes as well, than sit down with Frank Sinatra listening him to sing his songs. Um million times….
Tan, I never listen to Frank Sinatra. I thought of his song, that is it. Not a bad song as far as it goes. Ranks about 100.871 in my top one million tracks. Now what would be in my top five?
As for Teertha, well at least I managed to pay him enough respect to spell his name correctly.
Do you mean I have spelt it wrongly? Well, let’s ask Kavita?
Actually, Tan, I spelt it wrong, it’s Teertha.
Tan, Kavita is far too busy giving Shantam a hard time. Better to check the title for the article.
Ok. Maybe SS or Shantam could say something…I think the two ways are right, but it is not my mother tongue, so, let’s listen to somebody who can say for sure. Just that, I am curious now!
Yes, you are right, Tan, it can be written as either Tirtha or Teertha.
What I thought! Many thanks! XX
Tan, the difference in pronunciation is like pill & peel. & according to pronunciation in Sanskrit/Hindi, so actually Teertha is right, if you ask me.
Disclaimer: I am not a Sanskrit/Hindi scholar.
Yes, you are right, Lokie, sometimes I get triggered by Shantam’s words, then I have to be my devil’s/own advocate!
Kavita, to be honest, I find Shantam’s psychological state in regards the Resort, pathological. It is all very well to have a laugh about it here on SN, but I find that there is something of the tragic about Shantam. He actually believes all that nonsense he writes about what he would do if he were in charge of the Resort, when the sad truth of it is he has a job keeping the one man show called Shantam’s Life on the road.
His whole approach is back to front, in that he believes wrongly that if he changes something on the outside he will feel better on the inside, made even worse by the fact that what he dreams of will never happen.
This is so contradictory to what Osho taught. The essence being one of inner change, which Shantam recently wrote off as a cliche. Ah well, such is life. A mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved, right enough.
To be honest, even I think on the same lines now.
Miss Kavita, to be honest, tell your mentor Lokesh:
How many minutes per year you go out from your flat.
How many hours you sleep.
And how many hours you watch television.
Your mental state of well-being will be obvious from this.
Shantam, first of all, Lokesh is not my mentor, he is as much a friend as much as maybe Swami Satya Prem is.
For your information, btw:
I hardly go out of my house, only if it’s absolutely needed, which is very little in terms of a normal person my age, thanks to the internet services. I can shop & pay our bills online.
I sleep nearly 12 hours.
I don’t have an everyday maid now, so I do all the house chores on my own, except cooking.
I am on the internet for maybe 2-3 hours, watch TV for maybe another 2-3 hours per day these days.
My mental health has never been better.
This childlike honesty and innocence to write facts truthfully without the thought what others will think is applaudable.
Well, thank you for your certificate, but no, thank you, I am far from it.
So Lokesh, let us have a psychological check-up together. Why not we post photos of Snews bloggers on facebook and ask people to judge from the facial expressions, who is saner and who looks bit pathological? Have we the guts?
The woman who hardly walks down from her flat to the real world seconds your opinion. I feel sorry for little pots with holes.
I also feel sorry for Lokesh kind of people using Osho as alibi.
Shantam, I am not a fan of Facebook. It is not there that you will find the kind of psychological check-up that you are in need of. Just the suggestion of such an absurd idea indicates how far gone you are.
If you were to ask me, I would say that talking to a transactional therapist or an experienced counsellor would be just what the doctor ordered.
Shantam, your mental condition is your business, not mine. I mentioned to Kavita I thought your attitude about the Resort is at a stage that can be described as pathological. If you are fine with that, carry on up the Khyber. I am not in competition with you and I do not wish to be.
The beauty of the sincerity….
I remember my brother, who was a sannyasin, shouting at my father, at the head of an argument, in 1976, “You just wasted your life, 40 years spent in that (printing) factory.”
It was a great family upset just after my father retired and only a year before my brother himself died.
Funny, later, I found in my father’s papers, references to Carlos Castaneda, and never knew he had read him.
I was reminded of this when I read that Teertha had spent 40 years being a Ticket Inspector.(Actually, I have had the occasional edifying conversation with a railway ticket inspector – just once in every long while!).
In fact when I read what Yoga Teertha has written I feel humbled, and also found myself thinking what an infinitely preferable man to that egotist Anand Teertha, who was so famous as a group leader when I was around in Pune 1!
Parmartha, if life and health allows, you can still visit Pune and meet similar people living on the periphery of the Resort. I will be humbled to offer you a room with attached bath and simple Indian kitchen as my guest in one of the simple block house complex which has seen many many sannyas stories.
One such person now around 72 years of age who was taking care of my flat for more than 15 years has gone to another mystic in Gujrat after spending 27 years in and around Ashram. In my friend Satya Prem´s words, ” e wants to spend his last years in the presence of some awakened being.”
One can google: Brahma Vedant Madhavpur.
The point which I want to stress is that to create some spiritual hotshot or Business Titan or Nobel prize winner, collective environment of the country plays a very big role. It is like what is normal for the women from Ukraine or Czech Republic becomes wow element for others.
I looked at the guru your friend has gone to be with on youtube. Hum, clearly a very Indian affair…as is claiming enlightenment… But I hope your friend finds love and peace there in his last years.
I think you know, Shantam, I am not well, and unable to travel to India, even if I was inclined, but I thank you for the offer of your flat, I am sure it is well meant.
My offer to use my flat free of cost is extended to all the bloggers. This much bonding I have developed with all of them; also I am curious how they will feel the reality. Most of them have some kind of nostalgic memory.
From my side, I have not spent more than few weeks in total during last 8 years or so, from the time I started writing against the regime and their ill-conceived policies. Without Ashram, Pune has no meaning for me.
I went to Pune for the ashram, pushed my family to sell ancestral land because Pune is India for me and in that India, ashram is the navel of the world.
In between, Indian real estate is passing through the unprecedented slump; once the market picks up I will sell the flat to close the chapter.
In 1994, six acres of my village land was equal to the cost of the flat in Pune. Because of the expansion of the cities, land price at present is worth half a million euros whereas flat value is around twenty percent of that.
Perhaps there is a blacklist for people who have realised their enlightenment. People to be ridiculed, hated, kept unemployed because the disruption, the change, they bring to institutions of greedy and vitriolic individuals appears too much for those individuals to bear.
Who is to claim Brahman is to be enslaved by it? I have no solution but to be and enjoy. Do not go quietly into the night. Judge not, lest thee be judged. Enjoy aloneness and show loving kindness to all who will accept such. It is natural, even if against one’s ego, you must overcome.
How long have you been suffering from guruitis, Bong?
Satyadeva,
Do you know Bong personally?
Or did you ´channel’ your insight?
Or is it a mental product of a UK SN chat-system constellation processing with little puppets (like chess figures) on a playing board?
Or did I not get again your deep English humour here?
Just curious how you made up your mind before your responding here at this point.
Otherwise, I simply couldn´t grasp either, to what or to whom Bong is responding with his words, but I am only participating here for a bit less than three years, and Bong as contributor I discovered only very recently here.
Untransparency of communication and psychic attacks as a result, and more consequences of such is moving me very much the last days and for a much longer time, and especially since I had the chance of reading the sharings and Q&As of the 70s (last century) which I really very much enjoyed.
Seeing then the very quality with which issues have been shared amongst sannyasins, friends of Sannyas, as well as other fellow-travellers at that time visiting the place in Pune, the respect given, the respect taken, the respect and honesty of sharings of issues and essentials of issues, which didn´t and doesn´t change that much, did they? But the quality of sharing is changing and not for the better, I would say.
Madhu
P.S. for Bong:
Dysfunctional families as dysfunctional human businesses traded dysfunctionally (untransparent), seem to be always in need for some then systematically isolated member for the sake of scapegoating, mostly to keep the group stable, so to say…that´s a very old insight, almost ancient.
“Civilisation”, Osho said more than once, “hasn´t happened yet” – in some areas of inter-human relatings.
Madhu, please see my comments of this morning to get why I gave him short shrift yesterday.
Having familiarized myself with your term guruitis here: http://sannyasnews.org/now/archives/3079e
I do not believe it applies to me. I leave you to your opinion. My samahdi is not something I will carelessly discuss. For more than 6 years you have IMHO been poisoning the well rather than encouraging the experiment.
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LINK LEADS TO NOTHING, Bong!
The link may be this:
http://sannyasnews.org/now/archives/3079
Bong, if he is claiming enlightened status, is not paying attention to his keyboard with full awareness, as he seems to have added a c to his reference!
Just read the topic Mr Bong refers to and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he’s that character Ekantam, given that guy’s inability to contain himself, although thankfully, Bong has only managed a few paragraphs here and there so far.
Ekantam was given a thorough hammering by several contributors – and if the two are one person then no wonder the silly sausage has it in for me….
Well, Mr Bong, my spiritual bollocks detector informs me that your previous endorsement of Shantam’s nonsense is more than enough to not only seriously doubt your ‘enlightened credentials’ but to consign them forthwith to the spiritual garbage can!
To which I’d add your habit of butting in with irrelevant-to-the-topic comments, as you did yesterday, as if your – btw wholly unoriginal – thoughts are just so significant you simply can not contain them (one of the surest signs of guruitis, of course).
Re your professed ‘enlightenment’, you’re either jumping the gun, ie you’re just another half-cooked, pretentious punter, whatever “samadhi” you think you’ve experienced, and/or you’re seriously deluding yourself – or, equally or even more possible, you’re just making it all up for a laugh, to create a bit of entertainment for yourself.
He’s a stoner. That’s stoner talk.
Yes, you may well be right, Arps. Pity, I’d rather hoped it would be Ekantam himself…Oh well, back to my online Private Detective Training Manual….
If one has no disciples, guruitis is sickness.
If one has disciples, it is a state of being Avatar.
Typically facetious from you, Shantam.
Even if you try to slide away by saying it’s just a joke, the truth is it suits you to hold such a view, just as it suits you to discount others’ efforts at psycho-spiritual growth.
For the simple reason that believing such tripe relieves you of both any feelings of ‘missing the boat’ (and consequent inferiority), and of any responsibility to actually do something real about your chronic stuckness.
As campaigning about the fate of the Pune ashram is nothing but a psychological red herring, of no intrinsic value to you except to keep yourself occupied under the delusion that you’re doing something important (and that therefore you must also be important).
Yawn. Yes, I added an e. Not a c. I think Satyadeva should swallow one before he is allowed near a keyboard. His guruitis is particularly virulent. Ekantam I am not. Bong means Wing.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QrBqzcZBCd0
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POST EDITED (TOO MUCH OBSCENITY).
Your most enlightened advice is to swallow an ‘e’, eh, Mr Bong?
Detective-Inspector (Claims of Enlightenment Division – Drugs Unit) Arpana seems to be on the right lines…
So, time to ‘sing’, Mr Wing:
Are you, or are you not “a stoner”?! (Current odds at Ladbrokes indicate that your extreme virulence under pressure suggests you are indeed just that).
It has come to my notice that Alan Watts online videos are hugely popular with new-wave psychonauts, stoners, neo-hippies etc.
At some point, they might do well to remember Alan`s own advice as regards using psychedelics:
“When you`ve got the message, hang up the phone.”
The full AW quote:
“If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen….”
No, Satyadeva. But you don’t listen clearly so I suggest you take a break from your keyboard, perhaps find a new use for it. You have been doing this for six years, what is your progress?
On the contrary, Mr Bong, I peruse your posts most carefully, but until you substantiate your claims with any degree of credibility, you’re going to have to deal with extreme scepticism.
As it is, your petulant reactions to criticism would seem to indicate my scepticism is perfectly valid.
So, what else you got?