Rajen, the posh-voiced English therapist was like Somendra and Teertha, just arrogant cunts. Yes, that’s right…They mucked people around with egos the size of warehouses, which Osho promoted as being the latest craze since lighting your own farts. This kind of muck has surfaced and resurfaced in Sannyas as authoritarian reverie for holy-moly crappism.

I was recently exposed to the idiocy of Ma Dharm Jyoti in Mystic Rose, sitting in her ancient, dinosauric Osho inheritance as if there was something special about being po-faced, ancient and in command. Osho bred that kind of authoritarian muck. Videha, the idiot sufi practises the same mouth as tight arsehole gibberish. Rafia from the Path of ve is a self-sponsoring goon.

When you arselick Osho’s dead balls, remember it’s not the same thing as being filled with light…it’s the same muck that the buddhists and male-dominated sufis have sponsored for years: kow-tow and keep your mouth shut to receive the infinite blessings of the spiritual boot campers. Fuck off with knobs on to all who made it into a religion and who get kudos from wool pulling.

That’s one advantage we have over the other nutters – we learnt profanity for sanity. Thanks for that, Osho, learning by inversion was a great way to tell people to stick their unconditional proto love up their arse from whence it came.

@Francesco:
Good post, my friend, and congratulations on your English. Knowing that it is not your native-tongue, it surely cannot be easy trying to work out what some of the very ‘native’, English mother-tongue speakers around here are trying to say! I often find it a trial, myself!

Yes, Osho is deserving of some gratitude (esp. as a very inspiring and brilliant teacher of meditation practice), like you say – I wrote about my own experience in this regard, here on SN a couple of years ago.

Thank you for the gift of ‘Smash Mouth’ on the video clip provided – *’a dainty dish to set before the king’! My ego is tempted to latch itself onto that one! However, I don’t think we should become over-identified with certain names – should we? Especially when they’re used to denote membership of elitist esoteric clubs.

A big hug for you too, compagno, amico xxxxx

* A fragment from the nursery rhyme entitled ‘Sing a Song of Sixpence’.

@People-spotters:
Analysis of Pune 1 footage reveals ‘rich and famous onward Osho soldiers’ called to duty in the cause e.g. the tall and lanky, bearded figure of Pranesh (Pascal Sacher, heir to the family fortune of the famed Hotel Sacher in Vienna, internationally known for its trademark dessert ‘Sacher-torte’) at 7.42. mins.

Pranesh is now engaged in his own lucrative business activities at ‘The Womb (!#?X*!) Meditation Center’, in Thailand, including the development of his own version of a strobe-light, ‘energy-re-balancing’ machine which works on the pineal gland, and quite possibly others too! I am reliably informed that Pranesh’s energy tool when fully developed, is expected, upon release, to retail at the ‘toss-away’ price of around 500 US smackers for those interested, and with the necessary cash to burn.

At 17.31, Turiya (Princess of Hanover) appears, I believe with her husband Vimalkirti, Prince of Hanover, and late cousin to Prince Charles of the UK, and their daughter Princess Saskia.

Turiya now operates a very lucrative little earner herself, known on the spiritual/therapy market as ‘The Path of Love’, where for the bargain basement fee of around 2500 US smackers all in, you can treat yourself to ‘a once in a lifetime retreat’ of 7 days and nights, in the company of an authentic, bona-fide real-life princess!

Mmmmmmm! Path of Love! I wonder what that means exactly? I seem to recall hearing Turiya say that she used to like masturbating in front of pictures of Osho!

Well, you never know, do you? Might be worth taking a look if you can afford it?

“Who wants to be a millionaire? I don’t!
Have flashy flunkies everywhere, I …?”

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I liked the footage for a particular reason which does not seem to have been mentioned: it was just ordinary life in Poona 1 as I remember it. It was what most of us who lived there for more than a few months did with most of our hours. And it caught the flavour.

Encounter groups, mass meetings (which many of us did not go to so much) were not at all ‘central’ to Poona 1 life.

Just ordinary life, attentiveness to our work, and plenty of ordinary moments which had the flavour of love within them, which were not actually tantric or orgasmic.

I hope that future historians won’t miss that.

I am glad the footage is still up.

Merry Christ-Conciousness, Friends,

Madhu

Osho: Rajneesh Ashram somewhere in 1977

https://youtu.be/K9o5smi_5rg

With regard to the study entitled ‘The Semantic Antics of a Senior Delinquent’, dedicated to you personally, I feel that in the interest of arriving at a balanced view in your studies, it would be worthwhile looking at a parallel work entitled ‘The Semantic Antics of a Juvenile Delinquent’, which also attempts to define the key-words – esoteric and exoteric, in the following manner:

Esoteric = describes those of a rather sensitive and delicate nature, ‘a long way up their own botties’, wishing (not unsurprisingly) to distance themselves from their fellow but extremely ‘common’ man like some of the exoteric grunts on SN, for example.

Esoteric adherents are known to favour small pongoscenti groupings, where the sacred ritual of chewing on the ‘Holy Cow’ beef jerky is celebrated, provoking a transcendental state known as ‘squeaky-bum flatulence’, directed especially towards one (but perhaps two) very special targets in the exoteric peer-group.

Other noxious substances regularly abused by members of this group include Brylcreem and smelling salts, and further addictive behaviour extends to the compulsive and excessive downloading of lengthy, mysterious, large, space-filling quotes from the internet.

In general, esoterics are highly susceptible to being ‘led up the garden path’ with fairy stories and other kinds of ‘mumbo-jumbo’ and assorted Irish gob-shoite, that no exoteric in his/her right mind would bother with in ‘a month of Sundays’!

Notable individuals exhibiting these behavioural traits, to a greater or lesser degree, include the following: The Senior Delinquent, The Quotation Fart, The Mother Superior, The Editor-in-Chief and The Wannabee-Nat.

Exoteric = describes a group of very average, down-to-earth Joes, of extremely limited ability and scope, also ‘a long way up their own botties’!

Of a more popular community-minded disposition and aspiration, this type is noted for being thick-skinned and resilient to scathing verbal abuse and criticism, even when it makes sense.

Similar to ‘esoterics’ this grouping shares a fascination ‌in sexual matters, but unlike the latter, whose sexual interest is generally, and thankfully, repressed, the exoterics are at times seen to venture to the other extreme i.e. indulgence in ‘porky-pig’ exhibitionism, the open and flagrant sharing of naughty pictures, as well as exotic verbal and written displays of innuendo and all things related to toilet behaviour and fetishes, in their own version of ‘Happy Hour’.

Disgraceful members of this group include, to a greater or lesser degree: Shantypants, Jockeypants, Juvenile Delinquent and Flasher-Frank.

(Special Note: As it is proving extremely hard for academic researchers to categorise the ‘special case’ of Dai Areeah ‘Gobbler’ Jones due to the complicated nature of the profile characteristics involved, it has been decided that this case will remain ‘unclassifiable’ until such time that things become clearer!),

I hope this additional info is of some value with your ongoing educational efforts.

Yours sincerely,

Ashoking Juvenile Delinquent

Dear Friend (s),

Like you, I was born and conditioned as a Christian and probably, with the same “guile-ass cretinous idiocy”, I believed in the infallibility of the Pope and in a water-walking, dead and resurrected Messiah, yet someone who never existed for historians of that era.

Like you, I guess, I grew up as an irresponsible ready to run to the priest to confess all the times that the Devil instead of the Moon pointed me to the pussy.

When I met Osho, through books, videos and especially people who’d originally got almost the same moral chains (Catholic and Communist) I was very interested to apply my holy canons to Him.

I was not there to tell you what I would have done during the Oregon days, really do not know if I would have been part of the lady-pope Sheela team; if as a Christian I could bear those (so familiar) power trips, as a form of atonement, if I would have fled or…if I would have stayed and protected Osho.

Today, it is not a big deal for me to call Him Friend or Master, there remains the Gratitude: for showing me how to watch in the Here & Now at all options available, with a relaxed Innocence, suspending judgment, and let the thing, in that moment closest to my being, happen: like now.

Hug and smile,

VF

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mYBSayCsH0