Your lifestory is an educational tale for all who wish to truly understand the ways of how the mind of the spiritual and religious work!

Let us hope that all here admire you, who have served Osho so well and have loved his people so sincerely!

Yahoo!

You say:
“(Devageet) said, “Yes, I have seen you all these years and many times I have felt your sceptical gaze whenever we have passed each other.”

This was something! I won´t deny it was true. My immediate response was, “No, no. It can be your perception. I admire all the people who have served Osho so well and because of this love for His people I am here.” He accepted my statement. My entry card was renewed.

This wonderful anecdote illumines the level of honesty that the truly devoted spiritual seekers of enlightenment such as yourself embody!

Grovelling, bowing, scraping and inserting tongue in anus of overlord and getting what you want whilst passing it off as religion…It is certainly what the wisdom of mighty Bhorat is all about!

In the words of Buddha himself:
“Truth is what works”!

Yahoo!
Hari Om!

Even though we never have had any exchange of words, have acknowledged each other through a glance accompanied with a nod, the last time I saw him at the back gate in December of 2008!

My memory of Devageet is of him always appearing to being very alert & vigilant most of the times, especially every time I saw him in Buddha Hall before & after White Robe. In fact I somehow did not like his energy then but after he left The Inner Circle he appeared a little relaxed but he was still very stiff.

Difficult to convince someone who sees a snake with the eyes and in reality it’s a rope.

I have seen Devageet from 1987 onwards, years after years. But as it was in the small village -like atmosphere, you don´t greet everyone unless some work is to do or personal equations exist.

My first meeting was with him most probably in 1996-1997 or even later when commune introduced a new method to screen the crowd through ‘Buddha to Buddha’ event. It meant a few office bearers would interview the long time present people about their intentions to be in Pune, source of income and how long they intended to stay. Everyone had to pass this process every 3 months.

During my second time, Devageet was my interviewer. After initial hello, I said in a light- hearted way, “Finally, after all these years, we have said hello?”
He said, “Yes, I have seen you all these years and many times I have felt your sceptical gaze whenever we have passed each other.”

This was something! I won´t deny it was true. My immediate response was, “No, no. It can be your perception. I admire all the people who have served Osho so well and because of this love for His people I am here.”

He accepted my statement. My entry card was renewed. We hugged and every time we passed the same road at the same time there was some softness in the gaze of both.

In hindsight, I will say Devageet is more reliable and less political than Amrito, the personal physician. I have an impression both have doubts about each other though they served the same master.

Amrito is more handsome, articulate and very political mind efficient in Palace backbiting and intrigues. Once he was my favourite inspiration.

I also enjoyed nitrous (‘nangs’ they call it in Australia)…because of the sound Nang Nang Nang, but hardly consider it a path to enlightenment so I will simply say this: I enjoy reading your posts. We are all buddhas. The challenge is realise this and do something deserving of that realisation. I have said it before and will say it again we are all crazy until we realise We are God. We are one Shard of soul through which we gaze as a prism to the Whole.

Hope that helps. If it does I’m broke and need some money. Lots of money preferably.
I have a very important family reunion coming up and it requires a very expensive lawyer and international flights. Sadly, Osho Foundation didn’t invest in my Pune pitch else we might be meeting in AR on the Vive right now instead of text chat and we would all be incredibly rich.

Perhaps Osho did organise his life 700 years ago knowing sannyasins would fuck it up. Maybe he knew I would write this. About to haggle for a fair taxi. Makes me miss the excellent taxi driver from Sanlitun! Look it up! Sanlitun Inn is a great hotel!