“The Path of Love” reaches the UK’s Daily Mail


Jane Alexander attended the Osho influenced ‘ Path of Love’ retreat,  and experiences real transformation. Published in the Daily Mail on January 29, 2017

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With her marriage in tatters and self-esteem at an all-time low, writer Jane Alexander sought solace at ‘The Path of Love’ retreat expecting yet another mellow hippie love-in. What she got was crying, screaming, punching – and a life-transforming outcome.

I always hoped that, as I hit my mid-50s, I’d have sorted out my angst. Over the years, I had undergone endless hours of therapy and attended countless retreats. I thought I would have cleared the trauma of growing up with an abusive grandfather and the unresolved grief from having a depressed, alcoholic father who had died when I was ten.

Yet, with my marriage in tatters, my career in free-fall and my self-esteem on the floor, I was clearly as much of a mess as ever – petrified of the future and in thrall to the past. So the chance to attend The Path of Love (POL), a week-long retreat held in Mid-Wales, seemed serendipitous.

Jane Alexander
The Path of Love is a week-long retreat held in Mid-Wales

The website called it ‘an intense and effective developmental process’ that could ‘improve relationships, release fear, boost confidence, increase feelings of self-worth and restore a level of trust in the world and other people.’

So far, so much like all the other intensive retreats out there (the Hoffman Process, The Bridge, the Penninghame Process and so on).

However, POL is the brainchild of Turiya Hanover and Rafia Morgan, former followers of Osho, the controversial Indian mystic once dubbed the ‘Love Guru’. It had dodgy hippie love-cult written all over it.

I arrived in the dark, bumping down a long country lane until a Victorian mansion reared up through the mist, as if auditioning for a Hammer Horror movie

As I entered the hallway, bright-eyed smiling people with clipboards bustled new arrivals through registration. Disclaimer forms were signed, rules read and agreed (total confidentiality, no smoking, no alcohol, no violence, no sex – so that was my first assumption quashed); a name badge was fixed to my sweater and my water bottle was also name-tagged. First day at the Path of Love.

Over supper I chatted with my fellow participants (around 40 people, ranging in age from 30s to 60s, marginally more women than men, mainly middle-class professionals). The vast majority were there through word of mouth – people they knew had sworn it was the best thing they had ever done, even that it had changed their lives.

A few were buoyantly confident; most were as wide-eyed and uncertain as me. Afterwards, we filed into a large room for the opening address.

‘This is a new beginning, a second chance,’ said Rafia in a warm American accent. ‘All of you will come out of this experience transformed.’

He smiled widely and nodded at our cynical expressions. ‘You will. It happens again and again. Just go inside – meet yourself 100 per cent.’

We were then split into smaller groups of nine or ten. ‘By the end of this week, these people will probably know you better than your family, your friends, anyone,’ said Rafia.

Chairs were then set up in a horseshoe formation with our two facilitators, Turiya and Kalid, standing at the open end. Behind us, eight staff members sat in two rows behind a table. The friendly smiles had gone; they stared blankly, impassively.

‘They look like a jury,’ whispered the woman next to me. More ground rules followed. From now on there would be no casual chatter – we would only speak as part of the process, during exercises or sharing time. We handed in our phones, laptops and iPads in exchange for pens and folders.

You can’t hide away on this retreat. Several times a day you talk about your deepest fears, hurts and terrors – not quietly from your chair but standing in front of your small group and its entourage. You admit to the dark and murky sides to your personality; the bits you don’t usually like to show – the egotist, the racist, the coward, the bully, the lazy slob. It’s both terrifying and liberating. Then come the ‘burn meditations’.

The word ‘meditation’ is misleading as this is a million miles away from serene sitting in a lotus position – it’s catharsis, pure and simple.

Mattresses are laid out around the huge main hall along with pillows and rolled-up towels. You take your position and the music starts. I don’t know any other retreats that have their own DJ, and certainly not one that specialises in music as primal therapy. The tracks are chosen to trigger emotions – grief, anger, frustration, loss – Prince’s ‘When Doves Cry’, U2’s ‘With Or Without You’, Madonna’s ‘Like a Prayer’, Rag’n’Bone Man’s ‘Human’… There are few instructions.

‘The longing of the heart will take you where you need to go,’ said Rafia. ‘The aim is to wake up your body, to get it to feel and release, in whatever way it needs.’

For me, the tears came quickly and I spent most of the session sitting, softly crying, on my mattress. A staff member came over and gently stroked my shoulder. ‘Is this OK?’ asked a woman’s voice.

I nodded, and she softly held me against her. It struck me how sensitive and compassionate the process was. Before you’re accepted on to the retreat, you have a Skype or in-person interview with one of the facilitators, so that they can get an idea of your issues and ascertain whether the process will suit you.

I had explained that sexual and physical abuse in my family stretched back generations, and that we also had a legacy of depression (my uncle had committed suicide) and a tendency towards alcohol abuse.

I confessed how much I hated my body and how much shame I still had around sexuality. So the staff clearly imagined that physical contact with men would be too confrontational for me at this stage.

The tenderness made me cry even harder. I was exhausted, worn out by trying to be strong and tough and in control. I still felt a combination of hurt, confusion and disbelief over the abuse that runs in my family, as well as desperately sad for the little girl who had been so badly betrayed by those she trusted most.

I went to bed that night with a crashing headache and pains shooting through my body. The tension in my jaw, my shoulders and my neck was excruciating and I curled up into a foetal position.

I swallowed a couple of painkillers and lay thinking about how much shame and hatred I carried. When I did eventually drop off to sleep, it was to tormented dreams of a woman clawing at my face, screaming: ‘Where did you bury the body?’ It didn’t take an analyst to realise I was still fighting myself, even in my sleep.

The next day, as I stood in front of the group, I felt something well up in my throat and I screamed – so loudly and so shrilly that I feared I would pierce my own eardrums. Then the anger came. I had no idea I harboured that level of rage – flashes of annoyance, yes, but fury? No. Yet there it was.

I was angry with my father for giving up and dying on me, for abandoning me. Bubbling behind that hurt came resentment towards my husband for not being the strong man I had yearned for. It hit me just how unsupported I had always felt, physically, financially and emotionally.

I stood in front of my group and glared at the men, both my fellow participants and the male staff in the group seated beyond. I could feel the venom boiling up as I stabbed a finger at them and spat out my words. ‘Where the f*** are the strong men in my life?’ I snarled. ‘I’m f***ing sick of being surrounded by weak men! When has a man ever been there for me – really there for me? Never! I’m sick of you, I’m sick of the lot of you!’

This time, when the burn meditation started, the women had gone and it was all male members of staff around me. I looked at one of them, just standing there, and saw red. ‘Bring it on!’ I yelled at him and started punching at the protective cushion he was holding. It wasn’t angry enough; it wasn’t vicious enough, so I drew back and hurled myself at him. Another guy came to support him and then another as I threw myself at them again and again, barging and bashing with my shoulders like a demented rugby player.

My hair was thick with sweat, any mascara had long since slid down my face but I didn’t give a damn as I lashed out. Scared that I might actually hurt the frontman, I twisted myself out of direct contact and felt something give in my ribcage. The thought flashed through my head – when I don’t express myself truly, who do I hurt? Myself. Just myself.

I battled until I was exhausted. My legs could no longer support me and I collapsed on to the floor, rocking backwards and forwards, quietly crying. Arms came around me as one of the guys sank down behind me, clasping me against him. He was so strong yet so gentle, it undid me. This was what I had missed – a man holding me, without wanting anything in return, just being there, strong and protective yet tender.

And it wasn’t a cursory cuddle; he stayed with me for more than an hour, just stroking my hair, soothing me as, every so often, the tears returned. I don’t know if this kind of unconditional love can seep into one’s cells, but it felt that way. My heart cracked wide open.

That night, as we sat quietly around a log fire, Rafia asked: ‘If you were to die today, would you feel you had truly lived your life?’ He paused. ‘Have you truly loved?’ I shook my head and felt the tears again.

I’ve always been afraid of love. I’ve held back, kept myself closed, too terrified that, if I opened my heart entirely, it would be broken all over again. It wasn’t just love either. I was scared of living life to the full, worried that if I were truly myself, people would find me too much.

Over the years I had dimmed my light. I was living at maybe 20 per cent of my actual capacity. On day five, the shift came. For the first time during the burn meditation, I didn’t collapse or cry or lash out. I stood tall and danced, firstly with my eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling of freedom in my body.

When I opened my eyes I realised I was dancing in front of a group of men and it felt just fine. In fact, I loved it. The rest of the week was sheer joy. For someone who has always recoiled from group hugs, who isn’t even comfortable with prolonged eye contact, I was stunned to find myself snuggling and curling up like a puppy with my small group.

This disparate band of people had grown to feel like a warm, supportive family who loved me despite all my shortcomings, foibles and phobias.

My body savoured the touch like a long cool drink in the desert.

It’s a crazy process, this Path of Love. What other retreat uses mammoth dance marathons to help break down your defences? What other retreat employs huggers, strokers, soothers and spooners to heal wounded hearts and teach traumatised bodies to trust again? What other retreat has a doctor on the team to patch you up after you get battered and bruised?

It could be creepy, it could be sleazy or pervy, but it’s not. It’s clear and innocent and deeply beautiful.

Do you need to go as crazy as I did? Not at all. While lots of people did scream, yell, sob and fight as they released their demons, others processed their ‘stuff’ in quieter, gentler ways. For some people the whole process is entirely liberating and joyous. To get the most out of the retreat you need to be willing to look deep inside yourself and be honest about your feelings.

You also have to trust the process and be prepared to move outside your comfort zone. It is highly confrontational, but within the context of a deeply safe space. I came back a different person.

Although I had plasters on my toes and bruises all over my ribs and legs, my body felt lighter and the chronic pain in my neck and shoulders had melted away. I also realised I was no longer clenching my jaw.

For the first few days I felt wide open, like a newborn, my heart vulnerable and young. I was high as a kite on love and acceptance and the real world felt harsh and hard. A week later I went to a party and danced freely. My inner critic started jeering: ‘You’re over the top, too flamboyant and way too fat,’ but I danced on, arms flailing, hair flying and a smile stretched wide across my face.

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What other retreat employs huggers, strokers, soothers and spooners to heal wounded hearts and teach traumatised bodies to trust again?

The real surprise, however, came from my husband. On my return, we talked more – and more honestly – than we have in the past 20 years.

In the weeks that followed, he realised that he, too, has been cut off from an ocean of hurt and pain. His issues are different from mine but, nonetheless, they’ve been holding him back from life.

To my total amazement, he has signed up to do the course himself. Will it resurrect our marriage? I doubt it, but I’m pretty sure it will deepen our friendship, allowing us to move on to the next stage of our lives without rancour.

‘The world needs more of this’ is POL’s catch-line, and I think it’s true.

Imagine a world full of people who have faced their demons, slung off their shadows and are trying their best to be open and honest, clear-minded and clear-hearted.

If this is a dodgy hippie love-cult, sign me up.

The Path of Love (pathretreats.com) is held in 14 countries and costs £1,490 per person for a one-week course. Accommodation and full board in Wales costs from £475 per person

 

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82 Responses to “The Path of Love” reaches the UK’s Daily Mail

  1. frank says:

    Well, I suppose it`s a change from the usual:
    “Kim Kardashian wardrobe malfunction triggers wave of disabled LGBT EU migrant families and asylum-seekers with 16 children with cancer claiming £100,00 a week benefits as NHS collapses due to political correctness of obese feminazis, Brussels bureaucrats and lefty liberal elite in Islington as Labour Party implodes and Jeremy Corbyn makes gaffe as he shares platform with IS beheader” etc. etc.

    • Prateeksha says:

      That’s the one redeeming quality of this article. I think what really upset me about this article was related to the lack of context. Therapy groups like this have been around for decades. The process the writer describes resembles my own experience in a Veeresh marathon in the 1970s. Most of the therapists/facilitators of Path of Love have benefited from the time they spent with Osho. Yet these facts are overlooked, and POL is presented in a way that doesn’t pay tribute to its roots.

    • Arpana says:

      Time you stopped reading the bloody Daily Mail, Frank. Especially on a daily basis. You ought to know better.

  2. Pyuna Lore says:

    Reading this made me cry from about…half the article I think, quite unexpected. If I were her, I would have cried and yelled all the week straight.

  3. Prateeksha says:

    “However, POL is the brainchild of Turiya Hanover and Rafia Morgan, former followers of Osho, the controversial Indian mystic once dubbed the ‘Love Guru’. It had dodgy hippie love-cult written all over it.”

    Without Osho there wouldn’t be a Path of Love process like this, and yet he gets dismissed as a “controversial Indian mystic once dubbed the ‘Love Guru’” associated with a “dodgy hippie love-cult.”

    • Parmartha says:

      I agree, Prateeksha.

      I myself don’t understand why the likes of Turiya and Rafia attempt some graduation from Sannyas, calling themselves by half names, and only the slightest accreditation to Osho. As you say, there would be no Path of Love without Osho’s inspiration in both their lives.

      I don’t accept that this needs to be done for commercial success; such success is meaningless on the path, if money is needed it will arise.

      I think the costs of this group and other similar ones that owe Osho so much is absurd. This last one in Wales costed the earth.

      However, I have found in my life that people find all sorts of ways to Osho, even through the stables of capitalist groups. So if such things happen and papers like the Daily Mail feature them, then the seed is afoot, and a few seeds will fall on fertile ground.

      • Arpana says:

        They’ve been doing this since about 1990. Must be getting something right.

        The price is only what people regularly fork out for a holiday in the UK. Nothing for lot of people in the West.

        I recognize everything she describes from having done groups, including that euphoric, post-group, this is it, I made it, everything is alright, my life is transformed for ever feeling, which never lasts.

        Good luck to her.

        • frank says:

          Beloved Friends,
          We, as sannyasins in the marketplace, would like to register a complaint about the editor of SannyasNews` complaints about sannyasins doing Osho`s work whilst using “half-names”.

          Swami, our feeling is that you will have to go beyond the petty likes and dislikes of your mind on your journey from here to here.

          Love,

          Abhar Fly
          Homa Simpson
          Kali Minogue
          Sambhodi Special
          Deolali Donatelli
          Daneesh Pastry
          Lolit Nabakov
          Devakrishna Dickgraber
          Satchitananda Shufflebottom
          Asheesh Puffin
          Deepak Sixpack
          Digant De Gant
          Tantrika Sexsmith and Gagan Forrit
          Ganesh Beady
          Gandoo Bottomley
          Khoji Berry
          Priti Vacant
          Shivalingam Rogers
          Shivashankar Rimes
          Siddhen Nancy
          Abhad Tripp
          Anant Hill
          Barkha Doberman
          Baul Sacks
          and
          Parmartha Conan-Doyle

      • shantam prem says:

        Parmartha, your devotion for Osho is exemplary.

        I love this devotee aspect. It is pity we don´t have Church of Osho. Many sweet souls would have given their life to work tirelessly and without monetary gains.

        After all, we cannot simply erase the shades of our ancestral religions, at the most we can change statues with photos.

        Your language shows you have not grasped what is going on in the real politics of Sannyas. None uses full name any more other than few Indians, Nepalis and new recruits from faraway countries.

        Maybe you and others on this site are aware that Turiya was one in the list of Inner Circle members. When Circle broke down like one piece of china, everybody went for their own way.

        Path of Love is Turiya and Rafia´s product. I will say Premium product!

    • satyadeva says:

      Agreed, Prateeksha, it leaves a bad taste, but it’s surely part of the fall-out from the Oregon debacle, where anything associated with Osho and Sannyas is still an easy target for instant condemnation, in and out of the media.

      Therapists distancing themselves is presumably part of the strategy of ‘disguise’ instituted when any colour clothes became the Osho-inspired norm.

      • frank says:

        Don`t forget the sound of one man rappin`:

        “Get down on the streetless street
        out in the world where they turnin’ up the heat
        We the underground ubermensch elite
        almost invisible keepin’ it discreet
        We deep in the maya and out in the buddha`hood
        Samsara is Nirvana…mm…good….”

      • Prateeksha says:

        Yes, this is true, Satyadeva, and something the media has contributed to by sensationalising those events so that the mere mention of Osho’s name conjures up the most awful negative images. Survival, especially in the U.S., has necessitated the appearance of distancing.

        However, I do think that therapists have a greater responsibility by virtue of their occupation to pay tribute to Osho. I was glad to hear from Madhu that Turiya expressed gratitude to Osho in the Conscious TV interview.

        I realise that part of my reaction to this post is connected with the extent to which the media has trashed Osho’s name and the writer being a journalist.

        Love to you and all my friends in the U.K.

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      Prateeksha,

      Sometimes it feels for me like being in the chorus of a Greek Drama here where the ´chorus´ is commenting, what happened or is happening on some other levels of the stage.

      (While life itself is rivering anyway – totally unconcerned about the chatter).

      The issue, you pointed at is an old one and comparable to quite some others:

      Turiya, one of the founders of the Path of Love, I know personally as being never in denying the gratitude she has for her commune times and her time with Osho. (Rafia I only know from the Ranch, there being busy in quite some other matters).

      What I also came to know is that there were (not only with these facilitators) some difficulties with the Osho-Multiversity when they joined the Ridwan School (of Faisal Muquaddam and Almaas) and may have wanted to share their way of looking at meditative and therapeutic stuff anew.

      It has been a long way up to a foundation of their own sharing as Teachers in the Healing business and as Friends.

      Osho Himself knew that this kind fragmentation would be instantly happening after His departure.

      Quite another thing to experience it then, the fragmentation, isn´t it ? (Like in the ´chorus role’). Well, I can very well relate to a pain when a ‘path’, so to say, is cleansed by former friends of the time they spent with Osho.

      Yet – standing in the ´chorus´ – you would find me closest to Arpana´s comments here-now, often overwhelmed by the complexity of how life has been and is unfolding.

      This morning, I listened again to the talk Ian in UK (Conscious TV) had with Turyia some years ago; cannot but love her and feel familiarity mixed with a sadness not unlike when I am reminded of friends whom I am very far from close by now. But miss to see them.

      Sometimes see them – and not in a workshop or seminar frame – but ´just like this´…very ordinary…

      A cup of tea, just like this.

      Madhu

  4. Kavita says:

    How I wish The Path of Love was free of cost !

    • shantam prem says:

      Kavita, what you got on The Path of Love was free of cost. If a mother wants proper toilet training for her kids through professional help, then fees are unavoidable.

      • Kavita says:

        Shantam, I am not talking about cash, there is a price one pays & one needs/has to pay, that’s why I said “I wish”.

  5. sw. veet (francesco) says:

    I cried too, touching.
    Thank you, Jane, in case the POL would lead you here (SN) to know more about the controversial Master and His People.

    Hug,

    VF

    • kusum says:

      Dynamic meditation gives the same result.:)

      • Arpana says:

        Have you actually ever done dynamic, Kusum?
        Have you ever been involved in a psychotherapy group?

        • kusum says:

          We are on different wavelength. In dynamic meditation all the repressed emotions get released through catharsis. Also deep breathing helps & certainly all the clouds in the mind evaporate & inner sky opens up.

          And yes, some times healing helps as well. But again, every individual is different.

          • Arpana says:

            Kusum,
            Have you done any more than read about dynamic meditation?
            Have you ever participated in a psychotherapy group?

            • kusum says:

              NOW I only sit in vipassana meditation, pranayam yoga, some yoga exercises & occasional dancing meditation, walking, swimming etc. No…I do not need any psychotherapy as I am beyond psychology!! Lol….

              • Arpana says:

                I thought not.

                You have only read about dynamic,
                and haven’t participated in a psychotherapy group.

                • kusum says:

                  That means you have participated in psychotherapy group, Arpana? Ok, tell me your thoughts about dynamic meditation. Maybe you are too old now to jump up & down!!

                  Or this is just a mind f..k??

                • Arpana says:

                  Answer the question.
                  Simple yes or no.
                  Have you done dynamic, or participated in a psychotherapy group?

                • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

                  Hi Arpana,
                  Better not this way to circle a prey, as Satyadeva once put it.

                  The post (under Lokesh´s name you asked for) appeared as it disappeared very soon after…and that was good, I feel…

                  Otherwise, Swamishanti then came up ´updating´ an ´East-End very British Hooligan ´thing´…and good for such to disappear as well).

                  Its an open source this chat as well as any others, and a strong challenge from time to time to stay with the topic; not to speak, to relate to each other – and to oneself.
                  If possible. And amidst all those ´Unknowables´….

                  Madhu

      • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

        No, it doesn´t Kusum; it just prepares the ground. Hopefully, but sometimes not even that.

        Madhu

  6. shantam prem says:

    To create products and services out of anything is one quality very much part of western DNA. This makes people and culture rich and self-reliant.

    The day is not far away when someone in the West will grasp the unexplored market of Popo cleaning. The tip from ancient Himalayan Yogis: use hand and fresh water. It creates reflexology effect which triggers brain nerves directly connected with Cosmic Vibrations!

  7. Lokesh says:

    Being the jaded, seen it all, done it all years ago, heard it before kind of chap that I am, it will not come as a great surprise to hear that I only made it halfway through the article. From what I can gauge I have to say hats off to Turiya and Rafia for doing good work and it is good to charge money for it. Both those guys dedicated their lives to the therapy game and yes, they are doing Osho’s work by freeing people up.

    Like Keith Richards says, “Everyone enjoys making money.” Osho was all for enjoyment and making money from therapy is a whole lot better than signing on at the dole office, something Osho did not want sannyasins to do. So Rafia and Turiya are setting a fine example of right livelihood.

    Prateeksha says, “Without Osho there wouldn’t be a Path of Love process like this, and yet he gets dismissed as a “controversial Indian mystic once dubbed the ‘Love Guru’” associated with a “dodgy hippie love-cult.”
    This is, of course, true, but Osho cultivated the image and then again, so what? He is gone now. It makes no difference to him who gets credit for what.

    Besides, The Path of Love has no doubt evolved into something much better than the original version and who cares about paying tribute to the group’s roots? Sounds like Kunta-fucking-Kinti. Do you say thanks to the Model T Ford every time you get into your car? If you do it might be time to do The Path of Love.

    PM says, “I myself don’t understand why the likes of Turiya and Rafia attempt some graduation from Sannyas, calling themselves by half names.”

    That kind of mind set reminds me of a Bob Dylan concert in the Albert Hall, when pipe-smoking intellectuals walked out because Dylan played an electric guitar and was thus dubbed a traitor. Real traditionalist mentality, PM, do not forget your umbrella…A hard rain is gonna fall.

    I change my name all the time. If I am with old friends or sannyasins I am Lokesh. If invited to a posh dinner party with snobby straights I introduce myself as Luke. Swami Anand Lokesh just is not worth the raised eyebrows and questioning glances. If it’s the cops I give the name on my passport. It is just a name. Why the attachment? Osho obviously enjoyed changing his names as he pleased. Why can’t we?

    Nice thread and Rapper Frank had me in stitches. “We deep in the maya and out in the buddha`hood. Samsara is Nirvana…mm…good….” Probably my mirth has more to do with the mushrooms in my soup today than anything else. Yo, man, you’re trippin’. Yeah, and it’s a beautiful day.

  8. Prateeksha says:

    Thank you all for your responses, which have helped me to reframe my initial reaction to this post into a wider perspective.

    Dear Madhu, yes, we are like a Greek chorus, somehow tragically (myself very much included) out of sync with the river of life. The “pain when a path is cleansed by former friends of the time spent with Osho” (Madhu) is my pain through my identification with Osho.

    As Lokesh observes, Osho is “gone now,” at least in the sense of having departed his body. But he is still very much with us, or we wouldn’t be bothering about this subject now.

    On the spiritual path there is the concept of lineage, which I think is something we should never forget. According to Buddhist teachings, the guru is the root of the path. Being grateful to the spiritual teacher is vital to our spiritual development. Remembering the kindness of the teacher and all the people who have contributed to our spiritual growth and well-being takes the wind out of the sails of our self-righteousness. (Perhaps we should say thank you to the Model T Ford every time we get into our car!).

    The experience of fragmentation is painful, but sharing my reaction with all of you has been helpful because it led to a meeting with friends and family over a cup of tea.

  9. Kavita says:

    Kusum, my mother’s maiden name is Kusum. sSnce you haven’t introduced yourself, except for your name, that is the only way I can relate to you on SN. Anyway, if possible, do introduce yourself & btw, stop being nasty to anyone without any reason, if possible.

  10. shantam prem says:

    Mr./Ms Kusum,
    Dynamic prepares the ground…
    Ground for therapists to plant seeds of love and care the seeds of love with showers of Satsanga!

    Look around and see how blossomed are such beings.
    These beings are called New Man and New Woman!

    P.S:
    Am I stating the fact or being satirical?

  11. Arpana says:

    Seems to me the following says something about Osho’s work in the wider context, than just the group he is discussing; and the following short quote, which is the issue I want to draw attention to, will make more sense if the whole section is read.

    “I know everything is unplanned, but the un-planning is absolutely planned. It has been thought about, planned, brooded upon. It is not just unplanned; it is very carefully planned. It is planned in the sense that it has been chosen; it has been a choice to use an unplanned situation to help the group. Otherwise the whole thing will go into a chaos, and it will not give you anything, no maturity. It may make you even more confused rather than grounding you.”

    https://justpaste.it/Taogroup

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      “Seems to me the following says something about Osho’s work in the wider context, than just the group he is discussing;” (Arpana)

      YES, Arpana –

      LOVE SURPREME

      So ancient and simple –
      And yet – still –
      Ahead of the time.

      Madhu

      P.S:
      The TAO of finding a quote and let the quote find you…us…
      Accomplished…those precious tears when the arrow goes straight to the heart….

  12. swami anand anubodh says:

    I’ve managed to track down an interesting documentary I watched a few years ago by the ventriloquist Nina Conti (Tom Conti’s daughter) about her search for enlightenment.

    It’s very light-hearted until she gets to the primal therapy group. Where reality slowly kicks in.

    (Although the people running the group use Dynamic meditation, there is no mention of Osho. Perhaps someone may recognise a face):

    https://vimeo.com/49714692

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      Thanks for the link, Anand Anubodh – this special recommended one didn´t work at my place though (maybe private-data-protection?).

      But it was very worth taking effort ‘scrolling’ and enjoyed a long documentary, ‘Her Masters Voice’ with Nina Conti as also a Q&A to that doc with her on a doc-film festival. Quite enriching to come to know a bit more about ventriloquism – and the real stuff behind it. Touching.

      Madhu

      P.S:
      Such an extraordinary silent Monday-today-here, flooded in a soft, milky light grey of light; a feeling as if earth and Nature is silently awaiting some Spring to come – but very patiently.

  13. Simond says:

    I found the article very sweet, a trip down memory lane. Like others on the site, many have experienced the sort of groups she describes. For me they were transformative and I am deeply grateful to the many leaders of these groups who helped me so much.

    That these groups still take place is surely a reminder of how successful they are, especially at the beginning of the journey.

    As to their making money from them, I have no problem at all. You pay for what you get, and the best charge €$£. I seem to remember paying a whole load of cash to the many Osho groups I did.

    Whether these group leaders refer to Osho or not, it is irrelevant, to me. I’d be surprised if they were ever asked, if they would deny their heritage, and if they do they are stupid and still living in fear.

    I’ve always found being honest about all the ‘wacky’ groups and gurus I’ve been a part of, is both freeing for me and a useful opportunity to explain my life journey. I have nothing to hide.

    • Arpana says:

      You’ve changed your style, Reverend Simond. You sound like Lokesh now.

      • Lokesh says:

        Arps, Simond sounds like Simond. Unfortunately, you sound like Arpana.

      • Simond says:

        Arpana,

        You’re absolutely right. I do sound a little like Lokesh, I’m affected by the understanding and intelligence that he brings.

        I’ve been accused of copying, following, regurgitating, you name it. I even wore red and a mala for a while. I couldn’t avoid the accusations because they had a ring of truth about them. But did they tell the full story?

        I have found that those who did the accusing were afraid to lose themselves, their borrowed opinions and their prejudices. They were stuck with their concepts of ‘independent’ thinking. They were stuck with a fixed sense of self.

        They were confused a little because I made progress by studying and observing what others said or did. I was gradually losing my sense of self and absorbing the truth wherever I saw it.

        This continues today. I notice how well Lokesh writes. I enjoy his observations and so I’m affected by them. We might agree on many points and not on others. I don’t need his approval and I know he doesn’t need mine.

        What he brings to the site, is his own authentic and real knowledge. As do I. In contrast, you tend to bring your anger, bitterness, old ways of thinking and long quotes from Osho.

        I suggest that you listen a little more and don’t be afraid to be confused by what others think. Begin to strip your mind of its prejudices and jealousies and discover your own authenticity.

        There are occasions here where you reveal your truer vulnerability and with it your own real knowledge. But too often you just seek to hurt and attack.

        Time to move on a bit, Arpana.

        • Arpana says:

          “Arpana,

          You’re absolutely right. I do sound a little like Lokesh, I’m affected by the understanding and intelligence that he brings.”

          You don’t sound a little like him in this instance. It’s a lot.

          “I’ve been accused of copying, following, regurgitating, you name it. I even wore red and a mala for a while. I couldn’t avoid the accusations because they had a ring of truth about them. But did they tell the full story?”

          Get out of your head.

          “I have found that those who did the accusing were afraid to lose themselves, their borrowed opinions and their prejudices. They were stuck with their concepts of ‘independent’ thinking. They were stuck with a fixed sense of self.”

          That last is a description of you. You’re projecting.

          “They were confused a little because I made progress by studying and observing what others said or did. I was gradually losing my sense of self and absorbing the truth wherever I saw it.”

          Spare me your puerile attempts at rationalising how you live.

          “This continues today. I notice how well Lokesh writes. I enjoy his observations and so I’m affected by them. We might agree on many points and not on others. I don’t need his approval and I know he doesn’t need mine.

          What he brings to the site, is his own authentic and real knowledge. As do I. In contrast, you tend to bring your anger, bitterness, old ways of thinking and long quotes from Osho.”

          Lokesh is as self-deceiving as you are. He is an old-fashioned, co-dependent patriarch, living on a small, conservative island. Everything he writes here is a story he tells himself, which for some reason he needs to convince others is the truth about him.

          “I suggest that you listen a little more and don’t be afraid to be confused by what others think. Begin to strip your mind of its prejudices and jealousies and discover your own authenticity.”

          That last is a description of you. You’re projecting. You sound so certain. That’s the giveaway. I am certain about you. You are a WALLY.”

          “There are occasions here where you reveal your truer vulnerability and with it your own real knowledge. But too often you just seek to hurt and attack.

          Time to move on a bit, Arpana.”

          I don’t seek to hurt and attack you or Lokesh. Mostly I’m taking the piss. I think taking the piss out of pompous, self-important individuals is a good thing.

        • Lokesh says:

          Hi Simond, thanks for the kind words, appreciated.

          Seems that Arpana is not happy unless poking someone with a pointed stick. I also perceive him as someone who, in a nutshell, is bitter. A nippy sweetie, as the Scots say. Of course, Arpana will be the last to agree and write it all off as a projection. How convenient.

          To a certain degree such an attitude encapsulates very well what happens when someone runs around carrying old programmes that were once useful but are now obsolete to a certain extent. Projecting was a big number in seventies Sannyas and very useful in helping one to see the extent that we really do project on others. So many times I have seen that my ideas about someone, judgements etc, were totally unfounded.

          Watching one’s projections is a useful introspective tool. That is the good part. The problem with the projecting idea arises when one uses it to ignore what others have to say about you. We are social creatures and clear feedback is a must in one’s life if you want to grow.

          With aging come all sorts of strange changes in one’s behaviour patterns. One can behave very weird at times and not realise it. It is in such instances that close friends or loving partners play a great role in keeping us on track and stop us becoming fuddy fucking duddies.

          My wife helps me tremendously on this level. One thing I have noticed about her feedback is that the things she tells me that I need to hear most are often met at first with resentment and resistance on my part.

          Somehow we all have that, I believe. Some harbour resistance to change for the better more than others. When running into someone who has crystallised out on this level, I generally try to stay out of their way, because I realise trying to get through to them is a complete waste of time. Such people will either not believe what you are telling them, or resent you for doing so.

          • Simond says:

            Thanks, Lokesh, for your delightful insight into the nature of projection. How true that it was part of a very 70s way of thinking and how as an introspective tool it has great but also limited value if it is just used to reduce feedback from others.

            We all need the truest reflection and I know I am fortunate to have received this from so many.

            Like you, also I have been blessed with women who have been the vehicle to observe and criticise me, and help me to grow.

            I’m not in the least surprised that your wife has helped you in the ways that you describe. You have created the circumstances to enjoy the fruits of your labour of love.

            From afar I wish you the very best

        • satchit says:

          @ simond

          Surely one can ask why does it affect you when someone says you sound like somebody else?

  14. shantam prem says:

    Mama Mia,
    Can´t someone explain what is the daily schedule in the above said week-long group?
    Do people have to sign notary document not to reveal contents of the group?
    After all, most of the groups have secret recipe of Coke, Pepsi, Sprite!

    Anyway, I know from Indian newspapers doctors in Delhi are offering complete cure within a week. Their ad starts something like:
    Before Marriage or After
    Meet Dr. ABC
    For lifelong marital Bliss.
    Don´t be afraid, don´t be shy,
    Dial now…0091988411001

  15. Arpana says:

    BELOVED OSHO,

    SO NOW THIS: I’M A FAIRLY GOOD-LOOKING GUY WITH A PRETTY GOOD TAN, AND I’M WITH A BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND, AND I’M PRETTY INTELLIGENT. I MEDITATE ONCE IN A WHILE AND I CAN PLAY SOME CHORDS ON THE GUITAR; AND I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A PRE-FRONTAL LOBOTOMY AND A FREE BOTTLE IN FRONT OF ME; SO WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS TRYING TO FIND OUT WHY THEY CAN’T BE THEMSELVES, I’D LIKE TO KNOW WHY I CAN’T BE MILAREPA?

    Satyadharma, you are perfectly good as you are. You need not be a Milarepa. These are the ideas which education and a competitive society have given to you. You want to be somebody else.
    You say, “I am a fairly good-looking guy.” Who told you that? It must have been your girlfriend — but every girlfriend says that to every boyfriend. You should not get too impressed by such things.

    You say “with a pretty good tan.” Particularly here in India, a tan is not pretty good — I hate it! — it’s just beautiful-looking people burning their skin under the sun. A tan is a stupid Western idea. If you want to rest, rest in the shade; don’t have any inferiority complex about your whiteness. The blacks have created the idea that “black is beautiful.” What about white? Not a single white man says “white is beautiful.”

    And you say, “And I am with a beautiful girlfriend.” And naturally you think these things mean you can be declared another Milarepa. But then everybody else…? Then we will have to name people “Milarepa number 1,” “Milarepa number 2.” And you say, “I meditate once in a while, and I can play some chords on the guitar, and I know the difference between a pre-frontal lobotomy, and a free bottle in front of me; so while everyone else is trying to find out why they can’t be themselves, I would like to know why I can’t be Milarepa.” You can be, but you will be only number two, and that hurts.
    You can be only a carbon copy, and you don’t know the difficulties of poor Milarepa; you are not aware of his problems.

    I have heard from reliable sources…Milarepa came home exhausted and terribly upset. “I was late for work today,” he told his wife.
    “I know,” she replied.
    “I quarreled with the boss.”
    “I know.”
    “He fired me,” he said glumly.
    “I know,” she answered.
    “How the hell do you know?”
    “He told me.”
    “Ah, screw him!” Milarepa said angrily.
    “I did,” replied the wife.
    Hearing this, Milarepa took his guitar and came here.

    You are perfectly good as you are — Milarepa has his own problems. You have a girlfriend, he has so many — and gets hit from everywhere. When one girlfriend throws him out, he reaches another. Finally he has a permanent girlfriend, Shunyo. When all the girlfriends are angry at him, then he reaches Shunyo. Shunyo is his last resort.
    I think you should drop this idea. You just be yourself. Milarepa is quite in a mess!

    Osho
    The Golden Future
    Chapter 23
    Chapter title: The Five Dimensions Of Education

  16. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    @ Satyadeva,

    That´s right, dear Satyadeva, very, very touching; it’s more than appropriate for the topic (pretty much any topic of these days, btw).

    I do not wonder that much why the media didn’t ´bother´ at all, as the hunger to get out of a seemingly predominantly destructive desert is so tangible and the need to find a way out of such inner and outer prisons is immense.

    Great contribution from your side – for a very contemporary Sannyas ´News´. Dedicated to a tremendous courage these days to stand alone and vulnerable – and even find words for a love letter to Humanness as such.

    Thank you again for sharing this.

    Madhu

    MOD:
    NOT SURE WHAT YOU MEAN IN SECOND PARAGRAPH, Madhu. AS Satyadeva WAS PRESUMABLY SUGGESTING THAT THE MEDIA MIGHT WELL HAVE NOT COVERED THE EVENT, BELIEVING IT UNIMPORTANT.

    MADHU:
    Dear moderators,
    What left my desk here was that it was “not surprising that the media bothered, as…” (etc.)…and also other stuff is slightly changed and I don´t know who or what had ‘hacking fingers´ on it.

    MOD:
    That’s our point, Madhu, SD was implying that the media probably didn’t bother with this event.
    Re any other changes, they’re to make posts easier to read and understand.

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      I have been so overwhelmed seeing the vid that only this morning I came across that Karim (standing here) had teamed up for the performance with the film-maker Meredith Kaufman Younger, who is maintaing a website of ´Karma Yoga’ ( Watch/Be Inspired/Act).

      So my tears of yesterday morning, when reading the report about the TAO group and how lovingly the masterly guidance of consciousness had been possible for a short time (few early years in Pune) and my tears of the evening (seeing the New York vid of nowadays) have in common: to cleanse the eyes and to gather courage for peace in spite of all kind of obstacles re conditionings or concepts.

  17. shantam prem says:

    Poor man´s path of love:
    Burning candle in the church.

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      Go ahead, Shantam Prem, burn a candle for peace – why not? It’s a start after all – instead of poisoning a chat – verbally.

  18. madhu dagmar frantzen says:

    @ all contributors and onlookers:

    Don´t you feel the UK Daily Mail concerning the topic gets more than a bit out of the rudder recently? Update competitions included?

    “Path of Love reaches UK Daily Mail”? Doubt it.

    But as far as the women go, I see on the pic of Jane added to the UK Daily Mail article, that where she is concerned she is looking just wonderful and I wish her very well, walking her path and walking her talk. (Hope she is not too much into reading crap on the net these days).

    Madhu

    • madhu dagmar frantzen says:

      Last chapter is changed; somebody ( not me) seems to use a ´google-translater (?) and this way is up to a change of the original, I posted.

      That´s a drag –

      And up to very recently that has not been a ´habit of ´moderators; they used to ask … if something was unclear for them and above that enjoyed their utter intransparency… ( and the latter I didn´t appreciate as well)

      Well, what to say about people who are into virtual GAMES….enjoying sabotage like eight to twelve year old ´buddhies´ (with some technical skills) , whose brain cells play mad and connect topsy turby

      MOD:
      WHAT EXACTLY IS THE PROBLEM HERE, Madhu?
      WE ONLY CHANGE THE TEXT WHEN SOMETHING’S NOT CLEAR AND EASILY UNDERSTANDABLE. DON’T WORRY, YOU’RE NOT SINGLED OUT FOR ‘HARSH TREATMENT’.

      • swamishanti says:

        Madhu,
        I also swore that I could have seen a vision of Phil Mitchell on here yesterday, with millions of heads in a psychedelic plate.

        Perhaps it was a joint hallucination.

        But what to do? Topics like the Daily Mail are bound to attract such things.

  19. Parmartha says:

    A few misconceptions about my post of a few days ago.

    I am not a Jenny James (Primal Therapist) sort of therapist who never charged for her groups or sessions. I think therapy is a service like many other things and should be charged for at an economic rate but not just guided by absurd profits. (That does not make me some kind of Marxist!).

    On half-names, well, I have met people in the therapeutic world who are ‘put off’ by such things, and therefore do not do groups such as the ‘Path of Love’. Given profit seems uppermost for some of them then it would seem to be a mistaken policy. My objection is half-aesthetic, I just think it seems daft to have a half-Sanskrit name – particularly for a therapist.

  20. Arpana says:

    Daily Mail Banned As ‘Reliable Source’ On Wikipedia In Unprecedented Move.
    The decision was made by the site’s community.

    http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/entry/daily-mail-banned-from-wikipedia_uk_589c3e13e4b07685621810f8?ir=UK&utm_hp_ref=uk