Prem Arpana describes with gratitude, how, despite many ups and downs, his commitment to meditation has transforned his entire life…
It’s so unusual for me to be this clear about beginnings, about cause and effect, but I can write with clarity regarding deciding to explore Vipassana in London, either at the end of “83 or early in “84. and the effect that had on me initially.
I’m fairly certain at this moment I’d become semi-consciously frightened of meditating because of the trauma of doing TM for that year before I took Sannyas, although I had, in fact, after that was over, thrown myself into Osho’s meditations, which really suited me.
I’m not entirely clear why but I was feeling really stuck after my relocation to London, started to think of meditating again, although only because I felt that was my only option to get myself out of feeling so up against a brick wall. I opened an Osho book where I immediately read about him telling a guy to meditate every day, so I decided to explore Vippassana breath watching, even though I had the idea that was the wrong meditation (which was me all over at the time) and as a result I felt unconsciously defensive about not doing the correct meditation for years.
More to the point, despite this nonsense, I committed myself to doing so no matter what I went through, until I couldn’t do so any more, which actually took me a year, and then I began to go into kundalini every day, until we stopped wearing the mala and red, followed by a lengthy spell of daily dynamic.
Even more to the point. I committed myself to this even if I was feeling tortured or miserable, uptight or off kilter, although I qualified that eventually by allowing myself to quit only when I was feeling upbeat. This worked for me, I kept it up till that daily practice fell away by itself and I moved on to the next phase.
Had a really wonderful honeymoon period, began to flow through life, all my relationships in the widest sense became so harmonious, couldn’t put a foot wrong…Then the shit hit the fan, culminating in lying in bed in the early hours, wide awake, and sinking into an abyss of horror and fear, feeling the weight of London falling on me…
So eventually, I literally ran out of the flat to pace the huge open concourse at Euston station until dawn, and until I calmed down; then over the next few weeks kept going, despite still freaking out so badly.
began to assimilate this daily practice into my life, as this was a lesson I needed to learn, that this could happen. And from then on if I started anything new there would always be a honeymoon period followed by the shit hitting the fan…But I have never looked back, have finished whatever I’ve started, which has been multiple projects along with Osho’s meditations, until I couldn’t any more.
This actually continued as a way of life after we stopped wearing the malas and red clothes. And one of the side-effects of doing this is that pretty much everything I’ve committed myself to from then on has affected me as if I was meditating, including always the ‘shit hits the fan’ phase after the honeymoon.
So much of this was connected to an encyclopedia of ideas I had about all that was wrong with me, but by erroneously setting out to fix all those failings I’ve had an incredibly interesting, rich, learning by trial and error life since, even more than before Sannyas.
And I’ve also realised all I needed to fix, let go of, was all the erroneous ideas I had about myself, which were mostly negative.
I feel touched, Arpana, by your honest account and your perseverance in spite of the dual feelings, the fear being quite intense if I understand correctly. From my side also recognition of the challenge to go through the fear/negativity, no matter what.
My understanding is that in this dual world it has to be so, and the deeper we go in our patterns/karma the more resistance/fear comes up. I am going through this myself and recognize it as an existentiel fear, fear of being nothing, fear of being who I really am. Not easy for someone who always believed she was in control.
I heard somebody say: if we really would know what it takes to wake up, nobody would be interested, but we get lured in by the bliss etc., the honeymoon, and we don’t want the equal opposite side, but apparently they go together!
Your final paragraph is spot on.
I’ve heard Osho say “roses all the way”, but every so ofton he drops in a truth bomb, warns us all hell will come, in the middle of the easy bits.
Arpana, while you were going through these horrendous upheavals what was the effect upon your daily life, in terms of ‘normal functioning’?
Were you working, for instance? If so, how did you manage to keep that going, especially if you were an employee?
And what about relations with friends, family?
Did you seek any therapeutic help, one-on-one or group(s)?
And how long did this phase (or these phases) go on for?
I was self-employed and I gave myself permission to quit, but only on an ‘up’ note. Sheer will power, a sense of duty kept me going. But also in London I was facing up to the fact my old life really was over, my sex and drugs and rock and roll life, which had run its course when I took sannyas anyway, and which I clung to and didn’t want at the same time.
Also, I was besotted with Osho, and it was the right thing to do, it seemed to me, although I want to say something else and can’t find the words.
Most, but not all, of my relationships were destroyed by taking sannyas, and this took that process further, but I was painting and decorating from a Jewish agency, and the clients all seemed to take a shine to me, so spending time with them was a big help.
I checked out co-counselling, plus a writing group which became encounter.
Vipassana had triggered an ongoing stream, a torrent of insights which were my guide really, along with, in any given situation, something Osho had said would pop into my head, because I’d internalised him from all the reading I had done in the early days when I was meditating three times a day.
I was in a long distance relationship, which was a big help, although it became clear, long distance was right for us, it didn’t survive at closer proximity.
The crisis peaked from September ’83 to about May ’85, I think, although the full-on daily meditation thing began about February of ’84, but I’m not sure now.
How old were you at this ‘peak’ of the crisis, Arpana? Just checking the possible astrological set-up at that time in your life.
Aquarius. Aries rising. Moon in Aries. Not long after my 37th birthday.
Took sannyas formally 15/ 8/1979.
My astrologer friend would like to know your date/time of birth, if possible, Arpana. (Email me if you wish).
Further point:
I suspect part of what kept me going is that I need something to work at; and I have a feeling, and especially all these years later, that I am just someone who has to have a project, projects to engage with, work, be challenged by.
As regards the co-counselling, and I think the co-counselling and the writing group played a part in this, it was about this time that I was really beginning to get a grip of the fact that not everyone who was something to do with Sannyas was worth bothering with, and equally there were a lot of people around who were nothing to do with Sannyas who most certainly were worth bothering with, moving on from Sannyas ideology really.
You opened up a window, Arpana,and I was in awe about it.
When you say Levina´s final paragraph is “spot on”, I second you there.
Where I´m not with you is when you´re speaking of Truth as a ´bomb´ “in the middle of easy bits”.
If I felt/ feel hit – I can mostly (not always) discover that some traumata are touched/hit, some also with a collectice bias, not necessarily an individual one; often left alone with it and only by grace find somebody to share it with.
For the latter, no, there is no guarantee ever, so that´s grace if that is allowed to happen. Guess one has to take the risk to open the window…
Thanks for your topic contribution, Arpana.
Madhu
“Bomb” is not an ideal choice of word, Madhu, but in all honesty I can’t think of a better, or equally succinct way to say what I wanted to:
Standing inside a giant brass bell when someone hits the bell with a gong.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jLSLQBOwX4
Funniest films around then. Hilarious
Your last two lines, Arpana ( 26. September, at 8:34 pm) are deeply touching and – honest – (as you said it already) sharing the view of someone , who is tortured by an overwhelming force ( from outside) while being taken hostage of it , exposed without having ANY control about the amount of intrusion.
That happens (!) …as well as we say ´ SHIT happens´ ! No doubt about it.
A very good description you´ve delivered.
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You know? I had been waiting few months to be able to watch a movie , which a documenterist´s German Lady , who won the so called Silver Bear in Berlin ( 2019)with that piece of ( did hard work almost on it re factual research and writing the script.)
The title of this work: “SYSTEMCRUSHER”
It tells the story of a young girl ( 9 years old)
who is so traumatized that nobody can deal with the outcome of a raging vulcano of violence with the strenghts then manifesting in asymetric almost terrorists upheavals.
Watched the movie few days ago and would recommend it .
Have been looking , if there are some interviews with the Filmmaker in your mothertongue and have found only one so far, which seem to capture the work and also its essential importance.
Found ´it in a London Magazine called “Electric Ghost Magazine” ( Film as a Guide to Life) and the article is titled “Wild at Heart” and the British Interviewer´s name is Hugo Emmerzael, speaking with Nora Fingscheidt, who did work out the piece.
Why I write this?
Because something was missing in your two lines and that is taking another perspective on our all INTERDEPENDENCY and the mostly fatal outcome when a very complex unpleasent ( the least to say!) happening doesn´t have LIGHT on the very many nukes and corners, which are part of it.
I recommend to watch the movie (as a truly ´white magic´ kind of screening for an audience … what is rare enough (!) in these Zeit-Geist-Times and I recommend the interview too. ( As I don´t know, if this movie wiill be synchronized pretty soon or ever).
And sure enough, Arpna , basically Tan is so right , when recommending:
´Cheriveti …cheriveti … ´: keep on going keep on trying, keep on having trials and errors.
Point though is that it may sometimes be of great importance to get a surprising support by a ´third side´, so to say; in this case the cinema (sometimes also a theatrical performance) excluding any priesthood-like voices! Looking into a mirror in a shielded space. Hearing the hidden pain of rage in a shielded place.
Nora F. has realized a Masterpiece, I´d say, and one , which is very contemporary stuff and very sure enough also for so called grownups and for the many , many who run around claiming to be spiritual so much ´advanced´that a topic as such is of no ´concern´for them.
Well , that´s a long one this evening.
I´ve been outside the afternoon and evening, to watch one of the fire celebrations to celebrate ´the autumn and the harvest.
That was beautiful and there was a crowd happening , but the fire offered a focus – like it sometimes does, when celebrated in a ´controlled way´.
Cheers, Arpana.
Madhu
Madhu, are you sure ‘System Crusher’ is not a remake of ‘The Exorcist’?
Yes, pretty sure, Lokesh: no remake here of the stuff you mention.
However, it´s quite interesting: how have you come to this conclusion?
(Another of the blind spots in our rather short (virtual based) acquaintence…via UK/SN.
And good to be reminded about ´blind spots´.
Madhu
Madhu enquires, “How have you come to this conclusion?”
Oh…erm…the film’s title and your great love of horror stories and the mention of white magic, and who knows, perhaps a psychological profile similar to that of the possessed. Maybe it’s time to call the priest.
Thanks, Arpana.
Also for me the beginning was very intense and exciting, a continuous discovery…that everything is one.
I found THAT in a thousand ways, and I could relax in it, enjoying the dance of multiplicity.
Today I would say that all this happened and happens thanks to the loving gaze of Osho, the one of a mother.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd5mGPyDlG4
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I don’t know how you mean by this trial-and-error thing, Arpana. They always say trial and error is needed for the solution of a problem. What was your problem?
The trauma of doing TM for that year? I find that hard to imagine and wonder if that was the result of leading a sheltered life or if it ran deeper than that.
Arpana, could you please explain how one can be traumatised by doing TM? I have always viewed TM as a harmless waste of time.
I might add that I once worked on an oil rig with a diver who practised TM religiously. Although involved in a very dangerous and nerve-wracking line of work he was a remarkably calm individual to be around, so I concluded that perhaps TM had hidden sides to it that I am unaware of.
We were once together inside a flooded oil rig leg doing a repair and out of the Stygian gloom a large wolf fish bared its pointed teeth right in front of us. The incident scared the shit out of me. My TM friend found it all rather amusing.
Is there something to TM worth knowing about? Perhaps you will be so kind as to elucidate on your experience of TM and shed some light on the matter.
Tell me about your experience of exploring TM, Lokesh.
There is a German documentary film, title: ‘David Wants To Fly’ about the scene, which is worth looking at, Lokesh.
I watched it and plus an interesting Q&A after the screening with the TM practitioner afterwards (quite a few years ago…at a Doc Festival in Munich.
I can very well imagine people getting upset at the whole procedure. Decades ago, living in FFM (western) Germany, I had some fairly contact with two women involved in that TM movement, but at that time wasn´t at all interested.
The doc film ‘David Wants To Fly’, however, is quite something!
Madhu
Hi Madhu,
I must be honest and confess that Osho put me off TM for life. Seeing as how this is a thread created by Arpana an Osho quote is in order:
“If you cannot fall asleep in the night, if you suffer from sleeplessness, then methods like Maharishi Mahesh Yogi’s Transcendental Meditation are perfectly good. That method has nothing to do with meditation; it is neither meditation nor transcendental. It is simply a non-medicinal tranquilizer. It is good as far as it can bring sleep and without any drug — I appreciate it — but it has nothing to do with meditation.”
Lokesh wrote on 5 September, 2019 at 3:45 pm:
“Osho says…Osho said…
Osho’s words are just that: words! Osho also told whoppers. You have to be stupid to believe everything he said.”
Hi Lokesh,
My statement is that this documentary I mentioned has been quite a ‘Satyricon’-type play*, where a young man from Berlin (the TM practitioner) operated as a kind of whistleblower about the very shady sides of so-called ´spiritual ambitions’, stupidity, malicious power plays in the system etc.
And he – the doc film-maker – got quite a lot of problems afterwards (after the screening) with the ´high priest/s’ of that special market and enterprise, one can say.
And – Lokesh: No need and no use to misuse my contributions re the recent thread for the fight which is going on between Arpana and your own stance here and which has been going on for quite a long and too long time, and who knows why – really?!
Madhu
* When I remembered this piece of documentary and the talk after, now, years later, I remembered Fellini´s ‘Satyricon’ (a movie/a play).
Was just sonmething else as a Netflix piece, and this young man was quite in a remarkable ´fix´ in between his role to document some of the really weired group dynamics (in this case) and his own research about himself in the midst of it all…something which is, as I perceive it, also an ongoing happening here at SN/UK.
As my old mentor, Jimmy ‘Billy Boy’ Mckrakken, notorious razor king from the Gorbals, used to say, “Listen Bawheid, ye hiv tae unnnerstan, life is contradictory. Logic wull get ye naywhere, neither wull aywiz trying to proove yir right tae the point o’ cuttin aff yer nose tae spite yer ugly face. Daein that jist maks ye look mer daft than ye awready are.”
Good old Jimmy, what a man, liked nothing better than to leave a six inch permanent smile on some poor sod’s face. I sometimes felt like Arjuna in the presence of Lord Krishna on the battlefield. “Kill the loat oh them shites,” he used to say, “none of it matters a fuck. It’s aw jist an illusion.”
I can still recall that sunny afternoon sitting by the banks of the Clyde when Jimmy turned to me and said, “Judge others by yersel and you wull rarely be mistaken.”
Jimmy died 12 years ago when he was run over by a corporation bus on his way home from the pub.
I do not have any experience in practising TM, Arpana. That is why I am asking you about it as you state that you have to the point of being traumatised by it. Something I find difficult to understand, I would have thought I’d made that clear by my previous post.
Perhaps you do not wish to speak about it due to what happened to you. I have no idea. Then again, why write about it on an open forum if you do not wish to share your experience?
@Lokesh
Tell me about some experiences youve had of really exploring in depth and at length any form of meditation.
Perhaps you could share with me your experiences of doing kundalini three times a day for three months, followed by vipassana twice a day for two.
Arpana requests, “Perhaps you could share with me your experiences of doing kundalini three times a day for three months, followed by vipassana twice a day for two.”
Arpana, I would if I could but I have never done such a thing, which sounds a bit excessive. I have no idea how it is that you should imagine I have done such a thing because I have never claimed to.
Arpana also asks, ‘Tell me about some experiences you’ve had of really exploring in depth and at length any form of meditation.’
I would be quite happy to do so, but out of politeness I will refrain from doing so, because I just had an article and responded to people’s questions. Now it is your turn.
Listen, Arpana, if you do not wish to answer my original enquiry that is fine by me. It is not important to me. I just wanted to add to the thread by enquiring a bit further, which I believe is the whole point of the exercise.
@ Lokesh
If you want to learn how to swim, buster, get in the fucking water.
You don’t need any more information about my experiences of chanting a TM mantra; but if you really want an answer, chant a TM mantra twice a day for three weeks and I’ll answer.
Look up seed mantras online. That’s all they are.
Arpana confessess, ‘And I’ve also realised all I needed to fix, let go of, was all the erroneous ideas I had about myself, which were mostly negative.’
Arpana, how do you know for sure that those ideas were erroneous? By the sounds of it you are still in a bit of a negative state.
I mean to say, I ask you a straightforward question and you choose to respond by saying, “If you want to learn how to swim, buster, get in the fucking water.”
“Buster”? Isn’t that a throwback to forties Chicago gangsterspeak? Perhaps talking like Bugsy Malone is an erroneous idea that you have about yourself that you missed and you need to let go of. Beats me, pal.
Ehm…this is a stick-up! Better still we have Tony Montana saying, “You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friend.” Classic! Perhaps more fitting we have Tom Reagan in ‘Miller’s Crossing’ delivering this ultimatum: “If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it’s gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.”
In a way, we are all trapped in our dramas, our created identities. But, then, aren’t we actors? Al Pacino got typecast in the gangster role: Michael Corleone in ‘The Godfather’ to Tony Montana with his “little friend”, and on and on. Pacino probably wanted to get out of it all, but his audience wouldn’t let him.
Similar to Jimi Hendrix: It’s said he wanted to get back to his gospel music roots, but the media image that was created for him as Black Psychedelic Stud was an artificial identity he couldn’t shed; it made him famous and also made him a lot of money.
I would say the same happened to our Osho: the public image created for him as the Enlightened Buddha, the greatest Buddha all times, was a role he grew weary of himself, in my opinion, though it catapulted him into the limelight and got him a bunch of cool bling, in the form of adoring devotees and slick Rollers. etc.
Just imagine, if who you are, in the present moment, creates an identity for you that you can’t escape from…it’s “Check!” on the chessboard…what do you do? You are trapped. Not by the real universe, but by the powers that created your image…this is your environment, and in the modern world , it’s mostly media-driven, not the real ‘you’ at all. A person’s real core is just natural, you could even say primordial, if you want to take that leap into the Big Blue.
Innocence is your birthright, but…alas…you’ve been screwed!
Love your profound insights roundabout the topic, Bob !
Good to let it work by itself before responding.
Just one thing at the moment:
You say, Innocence is our bithright. So true, but anybody, just anybody, can claim that, can’t they?
And amongst those in different measures , people ( not rare but I guess many) fighting for this ´birthright´ not rarely with deadly weapons, aren´t they ?
There is much more to say , but I have to wait…
Thanks for your contribution, Bob.
Madhu
P.S:
Just imagine a Pinnacle of consciousness, like Ramana for example: If He had been born in the Western sphere He would have died in a psychiatric asylum, I´m pretty much sure, medicated into oblivion.
P.P.S:
We are NOT born on a chess board but the man-machine innovations of facebook and other big players take giant steps (just very recently another one (!) re innovating mutations of that which HUMAN-kind (once) has been.
We here-now are walking on the high-tec borderline (or on a razorblade as some wisdom whisperer(s) told us about).
Once again, Bob ,
loving your insights in depths round about re the topic !
There are these first three parags – of yours ( 28 September 2019, at 12: 33 pm) – especially the one about Osho´s lifestream which `I´m more a negectable but partical of that wave – unlike the other ones ( Al Pacino or Jimmy Hendrix…).
A heart breaking Karma-Carrousel , I´d name it ,and reminded me on the one or the other heart-break, when getting ever now and then throughout the time an insteady flash light on deteriorating issues (how Satyadeva once called it).
” Innocence screwed…”… you´re finishing your contribution ?
Yes and no, I´d say.
We are in an evolutionary processing; as individuals we don´t count and YET we count !
And the Beauty is our imperfection, I guess, and finally and hopefully (before our last breath in that given body ), we may make peace with it.
Well, we have our little Karma Carrousel also at UK/SN, isn´t it ?
( Before I could write again today, I had to research- switch to August 2014, what I often do….looking into SN-history-channel,not to loose any courage to write again)
Walked by the river here today; crispy cool sunny autumn afternoon, so lovely.
The gigantomaniac big global Bavarian ” Wiesen” Festival with all its carrousells and beers and what not for this year is in its finishing state.
What a relief !
Salute to you Bob – with a glass of good red vine here at my place at home.
Madhu
PS
´Innocence´ would be quite a good topic too, wouldn ´t it ?
As such is also one of these often quite misused- or better said – misunderstood ´words´-
( Like ´love´).
We are not trapped in our dramas, Bob. We CAN change the roles we play. That is a steps forward and steps backwards process, leading to ever more subtle roles; to a role eventually for which there is no label. But you will have to abandon so many people on the way, and so many people will be abandoning you as your behaviour changes.
Osho says, ”Always remember that you are the observer and not the doer. Do not take life to be anything more than acting. Don’t identify yourself too much with the action.
Whether you are a wife or husband, a businessman, Madhu with a hacked computer, Bob having a laugh, or Arpana playing ever more subtle roles and being abandoned by people because of behaviour changes, don’t get too involved. Don’t lose yourself in it, for you are simply playing a role in the play. Keep outside of it, and within yourself. These are all necessary parts of life. You must go to work, it is necessary. The play is delightful if you see it as play, but it is fatal if you take it to be life. There is no reason so disrupt your life. You have to play the part that life has given you.”
Certainly, (Yogi!) Loco,
Master and student are also roles!
Perfectly correct!
Certainly, Swami Bhorat has been working hard to show to disciples that it is all a show with everyone playing part and not be worried or caught in mind’s suggestions about how play should be some other way!
Only couple of days ago, my master Swami Bhorat was up in court on charges of larceny, murder, money laundering, drug dealing, paedophilia and aggravated buggery.
Taking the stand, he explained he was simply playing part as dictated by the neccesities of existence!
Taking place in mighty India,the judge, steeped in the spiritual values of our mighty nation,
understood and gave unconditional discharge!
The next day, I happened on Swami Bhorat in the back of his Rolls Royce, cavorting with a couple of Tamil actresses, although one of them did have quite a deep voice. The floor was littered with empty bottles of Armagnac and gin, nitrous oxide canisters, empty bidi packets, chewed paan leaves, porn mags, piles of used notes, watches, firearms and empty packets of red and blue pills…
He looked at me, bloodshot eyes glazed with compassion, and, pretending to be drunk and angry, shouted: “What are you looking at, sisterfucker? Twat tvam assi! Do something useful, you pathetic excuse for an asshole disciple!”
Pleased with the energy I was being given by the master of masters, and realising he was simply playing part as per divine leela, I trotted down to the chemist to fetch master a few packets of Viagra and three tubs of Vaseline, safe in the knowledge that I was also playing part of devoted disciple!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Wrong, Lokesh!
Osho always said : “The observer is the observed”.
My god, or he always said: “The observed is the observer”??
Nope, I can’t remember!
To be honest, Tan, I really don’t give a shit what Osho said. The above quote is a genuine Osho quote. I just added the names for a bit of fun.
Now you see, Tan, Osho is close to have success with you.
“I am here to confuse you!”
In other words, Yogi, it was all just a device for your awakening. Very well
said…ehm…err…buster.
Reminds me of a German friend who I nicknamed Buster. Have not seen him in 25 years. I gave him the nickname Buster due to us concocting a drink called a Buster. It was made by taking an ashtray full of dog ends and soaking them in water. Then the water was poured through a sieve, leaving a golden coloured liquid that smelled of…well…you guessed…dog ends. It was absolutely disgusting. So I bet my friend 100 Deutchmarks he would not drink a glass of the stuff. I lost the bet. My friend threw up about ten minutes later and looked very pale. So that is how he got the nickname ‘Buster’.
True story.
Perfectly correct, Lokesh!
Certainly, everything Bhorat does is simply device for disciples and not for his own sensual titillation or samsaric gratification!
Only yesterday, I walked into his room to find him sexually stimulating female disciples who were blacked out!
My ego and my mind were disturbed so I asked him what was going on! He replied that he was delivering important teaching that everyone is unconscious apart from him!
It was certainly a zen hit for my absurd mind which is nothing but mind!
Your friend Buster was certainly a yogi in his previous life!
In previous life Bhorat also ate snake venom and other poison in yogic purification rituals! In this life,he has followed diktat of Osho and used modern methods and moved on to mega doses of crystal meth hippy crack and Viagra and Valium! And he still manages to remain more conscious than blacked-out female disciples he is lying on top of!
He is certainly very capable man!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Just seen this email, Yogi. Clear evidence that ’The Nine’ have a sense of humour (not least in their choice of venue)…
Tue Oct 1
7:00 PM
Charity Laughter Playshop In Aid of No Means No Worldwide
at The Cock Tavern
9 Playful People
Perfectly correct, SD.
Certainly, the Nine move in mysterious ways, their wonders to perform!
Every detail is planned in meticulous detail by Akashik record-keepers!
Certainly they have sense of humour!
It has part of 5000 yuga-old tantric teachings that laughter is part of orgasm reflex and orgasm leads to samadhi!
It is serendipitous opportunity for you, SD, to go to this meeting and experience the energy of the Nine for yourself!
The word on the streetless street is that many who have come to these events have experienced life-changing love explosions in the Cock!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Satchit says to Tan, “I am here to confuse you!”
No surprises there. What else can be expected of a confused person?
I like your style, Loco.
Au contraire to you, I would enjoy meeting you.
But you know, Ibiza is so far away.
Meanwhile, I enjoy the Indian Summer here.
Do you know we have the expression “Altweibersommer” in Germany?
I guess Madhu doesn’t like this dirty word!
Innocence is your nature.
Even when it is cloudy, one knows that the sun is still there. Same is with innocence.
Hi Arps,
Really love this thread!
It’s so human, so down-to-earth, so unpretentious! It’s your experience, but, easily, could be mine or somebody else’s!
I have never done TM myself, but I have heard that is very harmful.
Go on, Arps! We have to try, always and always!
Love,
Tan
Cheers, Tan.
I did TM for a year, before I’d even heard of Osho, and bloody awful though the time was I have wondered if the ground was prepared, if the experience didn’t make me ready for the real thing, open me up for Osho.
You said, “Go on, Arps! We have to try, always and always!”
It’s true. So true. Once Ive seen it I have to check it out. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
It is honest, loving, wise piece from Arpana. It pleases to see the evolution of contributors.
I am in India visiting my mother, who took very gracefully her only son chasing a Noah’s Ark which proved a bit of a paper boat. Trials and tribulations of life and her religious beliefs kept her upbeat.
Maybe this is the sole purpose of philosphical outlook and some kind of regular religious practices to remain sane in the cut-throat world.
Perfectly correct, Shantambhai!
Certainly it is very auspicious news that you are back on the browned and hallowed turf of mighty Bhorat!
Eating mum`s chapatis and having bottom wiped every day is certainly advantage of being born in land where philosophical outlook and some kind of regular religious practices have been practised for yugas!
It is indeed unfortunate that the Noah`s Ark that you set sail on should turn out to be marginally less sea-worthy that the Titanic!
Nonetheless, as Jullundur`s answer to Leonardo Di Caprio, your heroics before you sank without a trace after desperately hanging on to piece of the boat for 20 years and your getting jiggy with Kate Winslet lookalikes have certainly made you a legend in your own lunchtime!
P.S:
Do not expect to be able to reclaim your VIP crown so easily after being away from SN for so long!
Satchit has been working steadily away in his bid to usurp you and has lowered the bar to levels that even you might find difficult to surpass!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Shantam, sane is for people who can’t handle reality.
Have a good trip, man. Great you visit mum. Take care.
Hiya Lokesh,
What does it mean, “reality”, to you?
Cheers!
Hi Tan, I had to think about that one…for about 20 seconds. Reality right now is writing to tell you that I can’t really be bothered thinking about what reality means. Just had a long swim and a heavy lunch.
I suppose reality is what is happening in the atomic moment…pure being….overwhelming here and nowness, as in wow!
Thanks, Lokesh,
I asked because I have heard a lot about this word in songs, in guru’s gigs, etc…all of them with different meanings.
Cheers!
Mantras chanting is an inspiring practice. It has nothing to do with TM, which I ignore, like Lokesh, thanks to Osho. A mantra is not a prayer to me, rather opening intelligence to its macrocosmic big brother in meditation.
Mantras may do good, if chanted with awareness, not mechanically. I have been doing the Gayatri Mantra for 4 months (with a short break), every morning. It’s beautiful. I can sometines feel I’m in a subtle connection of my mind with ‘that effulgent light of Surya’ that is supposed to guide mine in the right direction. Illusory? Maybe, but it makes my day lighter and my heart fearless.
I’ve read a book devoted to this mantra alone, and gathered about 50 translations of the text, because the meaning is essential for getting attuned.
When too excited or agitated, Om Shanti Om is quite effective to quiet oneself down. Going to take up a few more mantras after some study of their meaning and purpose.
The question is: Why should one do things “until the shit hits the van”? This can also become a habit of the mind.
Master told me, do it the easy way!
Francoise has asked me to ask you if you’ve actually got a van yourself, Satchit.
SD,
Looks like the sacred cows have come home to roost for VIP Shantam!
We have a new malaphor king!
This guy hits the nail right on the nose!
His talent sticks out like a sore throat!
To be fair, it`s not rocket surgery to realise it`s not easy to stay in the loophole when speaking a foreign language.
But how long do you think he can get it up?
Well, I guess he`ll burn that bridge when he comes to it.
Can`t say any more right now, cos I`ve been burning the midnight oil at both ends and I`m hung over like a horse!
Have a nice ciao.
SD, tell Francoise that I have retired.
I did give back my truck driver licence.
So the times when the shit did hit my van are past for me.
Cheers!
Going to be an exciting week.
SN is back! I had concerns it had not been updated. Almost forgot about it.
…2001, 2011…
I am entering Politics, for the craic!
Bong
Great news, Bong. Keep us updated as the situation worsens.
SN,
The Irish rugby team was just beaten by the Japanese rugby team.
It cannot get much worse!
Meanwhile, back in New Zealand, someone hacked an Auckland ASICs storefront which instead of regular advertising was seen playing Adult content on the screens.
Rumour has it my AR/VR/ML start-up #RWRVRU is revelling in the removal of several tech CEOs from their roles at Uber and WeWork as major investors are reconsidering their decision to #blackface, rather than invest in my business plans.
That’s all for now,
Bong
Dear Bong, thanks ever so much for keeping us updated as the situation worsens. Whatever you do, don’t kiss the Blarney Stone.
@ Lokesh ( 29 September at 3:07 pm)
You didn´t answer my question, Lokesh.
Madhu
And a P.S. for Lokesh:
You show up sometimes here, Lokesh, with a very harsh way of denial re any information and investigations of others about issues one could say are ‘invonvenient’ (but) truths (relative layers).
To shoot the messenger with psychic attacks will not do!
If you personnally are able just now – and already for a longer time – to swim and dive in the ocean in a pretty plastic-free zone, you are very fortunate; but if such grows up in you to develop a kind of megalomaniac habit of viewing (claiming to be an expert) the whole of it, then something essential is missing, and that which is missing is called compassion!
Madhu
Madhu, I am not saying it is, but how can you be sure that what you are reading into my comments has more to do with where you are at than where I am coming from?
You say, “You show up sometimes here, Lokesh, with a very harsh way of denial re any information and investigations of others about issues one could say are ‘invonvenient’ (but) truths (relative layers).”
Can you show me an example of what you’re talking about as it would help me understand what exactly you mean? Personally, I do not feel I am lacking in compassion, and that is taking into account that compassion is not always delivered by a pat on the back, but by delivering what I feel is needed in any given moment, be it a hug or telling someone they are full of shit.
Many years ago an old sannyasin friend of mine killed himself by pouring a gallon of petrol over his head and striking a match. He had, as is easy to imagine, a horrific death. The evening before I sat talking to him with some concerned friends. I was sympathetic to his extreme psychological difficulties. I also felt like giving him a hard slap on the face, but I did not, even though the situation was demanding an extreme response. I just could not bring myself to give the man what he was crying out for. A good whack to wake him out of his living nightmare. In retrospect I sometimes wonder if I had done that if he might have still been alive today. He was a lovely guy who turned into a paranoid schizophrenic.
You´re not taking it, Lokesh – my feedback re your manner in this particular spot of our virtual communication we are in; that was to be expected.
However, you´re very politely asking for my proof (for the feedback) after having had your very start of response by stating that anything I´d read into your comments had more to do with me, where I am, than where you are coming from.
So true, Lokesh – and here any feedback (which doesn’t have its name in vain) is pretty much finished and cannot fulfil its purpose of “feed”-(back), can it?
As same statement (you made in the beginning) would apply to me as well, wouldn’t it? (Taking into consideration we both are not social-bots).
But as you´ve been so politely asking, I´ll try my best to find some examples for your psychic attacks in this thread, defaming and interpreting what I´d shared:
29 September you´ve been in full gear at 9:28 am, 3:07 pm and 3:20 pm on top of it…and you can re-read yourself what you ´diagnosed´ about my contributions, be they either about documentaries or a documentry movie play and my impressions about it and re the thread topic context.
And I just mention here the points where you found strong words re your fantasies, or you, on the other hand, may say ‘intuitions’ (?) about me, personnally.
Your story about your ´bet with Buster, your German friend from times ago, your staying on an oil platform story clip with that remarkable horror-wolf-fish photo added, or last and not least, your story about your suicidal friend, to whom you would have liked to give “a good whack”´to wake him up from the nightmares he had been in and whom you diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic.
All these are other parts of your sharing in this thred topic, which altogether indeed brought me to write that feedback.
Madhu
P.S:
Btw, I don´t believe for a moment that a good whack from your side was “what he was asking for”, as you apparently see it. And don´t believe that such a whack would have saved his life.
Madhu, you weren’t there so how on earth would you know what someone I was close to, who was suicidal, needed? One thing is for sure, the result could not have been worse.
Psychic attacks? Really. Madhu. you just don’t get it. Your sense of humour is not exactly broad.
Funny enough, I am just writing something for a project centred around the old sannyasin credo of non-seriousness. It is tricky trying to get it into a clear and concise context and also involves dialogue. The essence of it is that a sannyasin character, who preaches non-seriousness, is caught out by a very normal housewife when he gets very serious about something, and she calls him a hypocrite, quite rightly, I might add.
It is true that getting serious about something almost always involves the ego. On the other hand, some things in life are simply serious and have to be dealt with in a serious manner.
So, personally speaking, I think it is bullshit to simply write people off because they are too serious. It’s a question of balance.
Having grown up in Glasgow I developed a very rugged and sometimes cutting sense of humour, with plenty of irony chucked in for good measure. To be honest, I am grateful for that. I need a strong sense of humour to deal with many of life’s deeper lessons and ironies. If I treated it all seriously it would all become depressing, and I am not depressive by nature. Sometimes life looks like a bad joke, but you can often still laugh about it.
Had a meeting today with a dozen old school sannyasins. There was a lot of laughter.
Lokesh says: “How can you be sure that what you are reading into my comment has more to do where you are at than where I’m coming from?”
I am curious. Lokesh, where you are coming from when you write down a lot of assumptions about a person. I see that you do it a lot (also Frank, btw).
In the piece about the exorcist f.i, with photo and all, and from how I see it, implying that Madhu is the girl possessed?
When together (physically) with friends, out of love we can say and joke about our “stuff”, but here on SN it can be seen as hostile and callous to the receiver.
And when that’s the case, the reaction is often, as in your case, that the whole responsibility for being triggered is laid on the other. But my feeling is that you do have an underlying motive to make assumptions, and I won’t buy it if you say it is just for fun or entertainment!
Levina is, and I quote, curious. “Lokesh, where you are coming from?”
I am from Scotland.
And where are you coming from, Levina? And what is the purpose of your visit?
I get it, Lokesh: “a very rugged and sometimes cutty sense of humour,with plenty of irony. I like it,as long as it’s not used as a defence mechanism, in order to cut the other you down.
Let’s say I like your style of writing and how you are expressing yourself minus the hostility. From how you write I had a picture of you, but seeing you once on a video it changed my projection into something much more positive.
That’s the trouble I find with having just the writing, without seeing, sensing the person behind it; all you really get is ‘just a piece of mind’ and another piece of mind reacting to this. And maybe that’s all there is to it, unless I/we get triggered by just that piece of mind, and then there is work to do!
For me, SN is a simple case of enligtentainment. I live in the country and this gives me a wee bit of social when I need it.
Sea is rough today, so no swimming. Time to fix a cracked wall. Peace and love.
“minus the hostility” – I don’t see any hostility, Levina. He enjoys provoking, that’s all.
Hiya Madhu,
You are not being fair! You are talking about lack of compassion, but I will exchange the word for love. Lack of love in Lokesh, or maybe in Frank, as well?
Blimey! Since Big P passed away, and nobody knew if sannyasnews was carrying on or not, Lokesh, Frank and Yogi have been working their asses off to continue Big P’s legacy, among others, like Satyadeva and maybe others working behind the scenes.
What is it, Madhu?
Cheers!
Tan,
You will not find any compassion worth its name without love as the root of that flower.
However, you will find innumerable charity parties as assemblies of those of the rich, faking compassion re people – who are or have become targets of social atrocities.
If those at the party get a bit drunk, you may hear that they give a shit about the people´s situation, they give money for, and that they praise their financial consultants for their tax-avoiding ideas and proposals.
As long as life is seen as a gigantic poker game and a survival of the fittest, you will not have compassion but lots of fakes about it.
Not to speak about loving, as love is one of the most misused words ever.
Our beloved late editor, Big P, whom you mention, was dedicated to truth AND Osho´s vision of a coming together.
He apparentely didn´t speak about love but lived it, for example in his work with victims of torture.
Or as well in encouraging efforts in SN to investigate delusional aspects of our ” Friends of Osho” comune activities in past and present.
Roots are something invisible; yet – without roots a plant cannot live.
“What is it, Madhu ?” you ask, Tan, in your last line.
I don´t know about you, or others, just know if something is resonnating with my innermost core. Or not.
And in processing that arises, what I discover as loving is definitely more of a bowing down to what is, instead of ´having the last word….´
Thank you for asking and sorry that I may not have an answer for you, I guess.
Madhu
P.S:
If those you mention “work their ass off” for stuff that´s beyonf their egotistical (spiritual) ambitions, I simply don´t know, but would put it in question.
Oh…ehm…thanks, Tan. Although I must be honest and say that I do not really see it as work…more like play. If I write an article I usually spend at least a couple of hours on it. I suppose you could say I do that out of love, because I love writing.
Perhaps, Lokesh, the difference between narcissistic and compassionate love coincides with the use we can make of our intelligence, expressing cunning or wisdom: the former benefits us at the expense of others, the latter benefits us along with the others.
Not all writers are wise, despite the many books sold, if it is true that not all readers are wise, despite the cunning books bought.
I’ll say this much, Veet. You talkie heap good Ingles for an Italian.
Come on, guys, if talking to yourself a la Byron Katie hasn`t stopped your mind yet, then what about this latest one from the bargain basement?
https://shop.eckharttolle.com/products/conscious-manifestation
Get yourself a “balance of being and doing”
Or, as my famous namesake succinctly put it, “dobedobedoo.”
About £242.
I can’t believe it! Frank boy, do you think people buy it?
This guy is disgusting! I have never liked him, after just one gig.
Cheers!
I wonder if you find Osho disgusting, Tan? He used the same tactics, although in a different way. Love, life, laughter, bliss, ecstasy, more, more…to lure us.
Nearly every teacher does the same, not many say it’s about less and less and ultimately a (psychological) death. Nobody would be interested if they would say that right at the beginning.
My god, Levina, you talk like a master:
“Psychological death.”
Have you learned this with Ekie guy?
Not with Osho, I am sure.
Cheers!
Yes, Tannie girl, picked up the term from Ekie guy and Oshie guy, they both describe psychological death before they woke up.
They certainly do, Levina, as does Barry Long (who also spoke of “emotional death”).
However, all three also make/made a point of emphasising that life itself, behind the mind-made problems – the fears, the heartbreak, illness, death etc.etc. – is good, the point of ‘spiritual work’ being to ‘be life’, uninterrupted by troublesome thought or emotion.
Sounds like deep meditation or true love. Simple really. What’s the problem?!
Here endeth this afternoon’s lesson.
Hi Tan,
Could you please elucidate a little bit further what´s so disgusting in your view “by just one gig”, you say, re Eckhart Tolle?
I mean without (mostly) hiding more than less in that filter bubble of all-round defaming and disrespect or misogynistic stances happening here!
What about it?
Madhu
Hi Madhu and Levina,
If you can’t see what is so disgusting about this guy, it’s your problem. Sorry!
@Madhu:
I don’t feel any disrespect or defaming or misogynistic here. If you feel it, why are you here?
Cheers and sorry!
I´m here because I like to share and to communicate, Tan; and I´m here at this particualr spot because the very Founders of this website had a deep connection with Osho.
So have I, I have.
Quite a long time before I joined, I just read (before Dec. 2013). The issues/topics treated here at SN/UK I didn´t find anywhere, especially what the so-called ´shadow-work’ refers to.
´Enlightentainment´ is not what I am up to.
I felt invited so I´m here.
Why are you here, Tan?
Madhu
Yeah, man…Ekie rocks…but like what is a higher purpose?
Pay your $297 and find out!
Again, the cynical, hostile baboons who have no compassion or love in their hearts violently launch psychic attacks in a frenzy of hate-crime towards a perfectly innocent garden gnome!
Those who complain about the price of $297 are suffering from poverty consciousness and carrying a very large negative pain body!
For that reason alone they should undergo the first lesson of consciously manifesting, begging, stealing or borrowing the funds as soon as possible!
Of course, those who are knowledgeable in these matters and are adept in the arts of divination, numerology and scatology will see the truth immediately: 297. 2+9+7=18. 1+8=9.
Certainly,the Nine Unknown men of Mighty Bhorat are behind this!
Tolle as a tool! Merely an instrument in the great play or leela of life!
Further, the fact is that he needs this money for the advancement of human consciousness!
The Nine have revealed to Swami Bhorat that there is a very good reason that this money is needed urgently! They are worried that ET will never have a chance to reach avatar levels of enlightenment and thus be capable of sexually stimulating females who have blacked out, unless he has facelift first!
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,Number nine,,,,,,,………………….
For me, the point in practising Osho techniques is to become that practice, a way of life, if that practice leads to a state of loving presence.
All the emphasis on the rules of techniques such as Dynamic and Kundalini meditation were just a way to put the doer in the best position, when one is not at the satsang with the Master, to open up to the Being.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgYl0m1qehE
For the lovers (cunning) of chemical shortcuts, about the presumed primacy of the physical brain on the metaphysics of consciousness, and its spiritual centre:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVwufEZi2Y
Agreed, VF,
The practice of meditation has shown me that what Greg Braden is saying is accurate, which is that the temporal differential we call wakefulness is the cosmic interaction of subatomic particles operating in the quantum field, the (quantum) leap representing a fundamental universal constant that we can only speculate upon in the macro scale of wave form frequencies. In short, consciousness consists of sub-atomic particles of quantum space/time energy.
Through meditation we embark on an advanced refining of this energy that develops unconditional empathy for what is and what is not and that will give us access to a state of loving presence that is beyond cogitation, cognizance and cogeneration. Nevertheless, our conversations with other seekers, if compassionate and not narcissistic, will lead us to become an explosion of mystics whose brains are enveloped in interconnectedness.
Science, metaphysics, chemistry and biology all unfold the truth that the essence of nature is ecstasy and that we all exist as a morphic resonance in which freedom is a constant.
I’m happy, Frank, if you’ve stopped overcoming space-time limits with chemistry. I’m sorry if the fear of flying now can cause you a sense of claustrophobia.
Non-narcissistic love is just a hypothesis in the midst of infinite others to give meaning/ form/explanation to reality, and the spiritual heart is one of its axioms. But I believe that basking in the cynicism of your hermeneutical impotence you confuse it with humility.
In fact, it seems to me that you enjoy judging the empathic impulses of others as childish, forgetting how any responsible ontological choice is precluded to you, except at the cost of renouncing the supposed neutrality of the analytical function of your mind.
But I could be wrong and you only play to the virtual donkey, actually every Sunday you go to church to look for a human contact.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buridan%27s_ass
VF,
Yes, indeed. The hypothesis that leads ontological deductions into confused hermeneutical analyses of the spiritual impulse, in itself implies a higher spirituality based on axioms of individuation and ultimate transcendence in terms of renouncing paradigms designed to give meaning to reality precluded by non-narcissistic love.
The spiritual being, independent of the sway of dualistic phallocratic narratives that co-exist with the empathic quality of nowness can certainly give
meaning/meaninglessness/explanation/obfuscation to the spiritual heart bathed in the humility of the transcended mind that reaches beyond the scope of the axioms of solipsistic cynicism that imply a higher onanism of the heart that is essentially stuck in Buridan`s ass.
Wow, this is wild, wild intelectual mind at its best. If we would talk like that all the time we’d be laughing ourselves all the way into no-mind!
I’m sorry, Frank, but the “ontological choice” of which I speak is not philosophical but existential, you cannot deduce it rationally but understand from the heart.
If your heart is stuck in Buridan’s ass at least ask yourself if life without love (non-narcissistic) is worth living or not, then you make the consequent choice responsibly…ok, I wouldn’t…Before that, try replacing Kurt Friedrich Gödel’s photo with Osho’s one in your room.
Doh!
Going by what I read in the Sun I will give it a miss.
Arpana’s contribution, ‘The Right To Experiment: Trial, Error, Improvement’, reminds me of a book I am enjoying reading which contains a description of sannyasins, their experiments, their trials, their errors, and their improvements. The book is ‘WILD WILD GURU: An Insider’s Account of His Life with Bhagwan, the World’s Most Controversial Guru’ by Subhuti Anand Waight.
Arpana says: “So much of this was connected to an encyclopedia of ideas I had about all that was wrong with me”, an experience also described in ‘Wild Wild Guru’ when Anand Subhuti describes participating in groups in Poona 1, experiences shared by many Poona 1 sannyasins.
Since I came into sannyas at the Ranch and missed Poona 1 it was interesting to learn of how other sannyasins addressed the same issue that Arpana describes in this thread. That is why I am enjoying the book ‘WILD WILD GURU’ and perhaps others who missed Poona 1 might also enjoy it.
‘WILD WILD GURU’ also describes in some detail the differences between TM and Vipassana and the meeting between Osho and Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (no relation to Anand Yogi).
Hi Samarpan,
Seems to me that Subhuti Anand (in that Interview of the SUN, London) is kind of back to his former career as a sensational political reporter (about the British etc.) and is taking a new, ´updated´ round in this way – now re Sannyas communal Affairs.
That´s the reason I wouldn´t recommend his book – especially his professional way of launching it as very valuable material re information about the movement as such.
So – maybe better if you benefit by taking the read as one of the manifold, very subjective descriptions re the writer Subhuti himself and his particular way of story writing, to make himself known and ‘refresh some old contacts’, his media-contacts (past and present).
However, the very points you find yourself ´hooked’ into (as I like to say) in the stories you read now are, I’d suggest, points in your own unique life (-stories), to invite for further investigation.
Take care as a reader, Samarpan; take care of yourself.
Best wishes,
Madhu
I was discussing Subhuti with a friend the other day. We both remembered him as a pretty uninteresting character in Poona One. Back then he was still riding on having been a journalist in London. He is still touting that over 40 years down the line. So much for letting go of the past.
Samarpan describes ‘Wild Wild Guru’ as An Insider’s Account of His Life with Bhagwan. What kind of insider? Subhuti was not living in Osho’s house or anything like that. He was just another fish in the tank.
Going by the book’s title it is just another attempt to cash in on the popularity of the Netflix series. Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with that, but I doubt Subhuti’s insider account will shed light on any subjects relating to Sannyas and Osho that has not already been done before.
As Samarpan says, perhaps others who missed Poona 1 might also enjoy it. Yes, perhaps they might. Good luck with that and good luck to Subhuti with his latest project. My opinion is that the title is such an obvious attempt at cashing in that it will put potential punters off.
Did Subhuti really say that stuff about Osho “sexually stimulating women who had blacked out” for energy purposes?
I know it was ‘The Sun’ and what their rap is, but they did put it in quotation marks.
Maybe Samarpan can tell us, as presumably he has read it, seeing as how he is raving about it?
Frank, I guess he had to chuck in some smut to spice the story up. Subhuti was one of the least sexy guys in Poona One. He wasn’t even gay.
Maybe you would like to listen to Margret Atwood´s Interviews*, Lokesh, that she has been giving on the topic of religion and talking about her book: ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’.
Your few lines at 9:10 pm reminded me of that talk, some help how to ‘cope’ with outrageous projections like those you liked to offer, adressing me this evening.
*You´ll find it on the Net.
Madhu
Hi Madhu, watched a couple of episodes from the series. Not really my cup of tea. Now about those magic love potions you’ve been selling to shoppers on Maximilianstrasse….
You´re misinformed, Lokesh (re/at 8:56 am today) and more of that, you seem to be stubborn and in favour of inventing stuff, just to perform in your way a ´Lion´s Roar´.
Well, no way at the moment, I´d say, to investigate YOUR bricks ´in the wall´…you also, like the rest of us, have to do it yourself….
Madhu
Grrrr..! – a muted lion’s roar….
It seems no one has chased so many masters as people once initiated by Osho or on his behalf.
It is a kind of success story of transformation, longing and thirst!