Well, that’s a pretty accurate self-description of your fate, Shantam. (As others have often suggested, have you looked up ‘projection’ in the dictionary yet?).

Otherwise, it’s the usual pile of laughable, reactive shite from you, just more pure anodyne stupidity.

Perhaps it’s no coincidence that ‘thick’ rhymes pretty well with ‘Sikh’ (not to mention ‘sick’!)….

I met Osho.
And then?
I met Barry very Long.
And then?
I met Shyam Singha.
And then?
I could not make till Punja ji.
And then
I was with Ms. Meera
And then?
I was reading Eckhart Tolle.
And then?
Finally I got my salvation at sannyasnews.
Why it is so?
Everywhere else my ego was massaged. Here brutal people rip it off.

Well, at least I met the man (and other teachers and masters). You appear to have met only your own lust and sentimental bullshine, Shantam, however long you spent in his ashram.

Which might be both symptom and cause of your transparent stupidity (not to mention envy).

And Shantam, my suggestion is during the twilight years of life, take notice of your life and ask, “Is there some religion or relation where I have invested my life whole hear-tidily (sic!) – and gained, apparently, almost nothing of any significance?

“It was not so” – no, but of COURSE not, whoever could possibly begin to imagine such an abomination?!
Poor you, you were – and remain – as sweet and innocent as a little lamb…

As Hurree Singh (of ‘Billy Bunter’ fame) would say, “The Preposterousness is Terrific!”.

To coin another phrase, pull the other one, Shantam!

´LIFE´ just loves to move on to saner places if IT´s exposed to insanities, fundamentalisms, war and terror and all this kind of stuff, and there is a source of LIFE in each and every one of us. That has been true in the sixties or seventies of last century and that is true today.

Nice that you found one of the myriads of possible historical quotes from the Master´s speech into that direction, Shantam Prem.

However, He was very clear about that, that He didn´t like parrots in human forms (although He might have loved the birds?) – and the essential message ´BE YOURSELF´ remains as a truly challenging, ever-fresh and ever-new-born reminder for us and anybody – and on the move.

In other words, what has been a ´more sane´ space today may not be a ´more sane space´ tomorrow: a constant craving…evolving in the ´Art of Being´, as one of our former fellow-travellers puts it in his school nowadays. (Uuups, is it a trade market? Hope I am allowed to quote this for the meaning?). Sure, I am, I guess.

To come back to the topic (and living in quite insane surroundings and circumstances and quite often having to stand (face) all kinds of fundamentalistic attacks, be they just energetic or be they even hardcore to be experienced as a target of criminal actions, I can say that the urge of reaching inside-outside ´saner places as spaces´ is as strong as ever it was, maybe as time has gone by has even increased a lot, while the possibilities of recreation diminished, at least in my life.

Sometimes, though, I am in wonder, when out of pain, in the midst of feelings of being abandoned or betrayed even, or being misused as human female being like an algorithm for insane players (GAMERS) – a GAP shows up… like we had that old Sannyas Song: When Life takes you on its shoulders…(can´t just now quote the whole of it, but it’s one of the songs which touch ´eternity´ when eternity passes ´time´).

And then, after that, there happens some space to feel the Gratefulness again, about the many glimpses of sanity/SANITY – also enjoying that with others in the rivers of Life.

Sometimes also Artists share with us their Gaps and what they brought up into appearance from unknowable sources, after their diving deep.

Such a one is according to the topic issue here – besides remembering the Master inside – a piece of art (a book as a movie) composed by a Franco/Belgian writer and poet, Eric Emannuel Schmitt.

It’s called: ´Monsieur Ibrahim and the Flowers of Islam´. (2004).

My experience is that whenever I am relieved from a too narrow armour or cabin or stuff that feels like torture because of its narrowness; tears of gratitude and breathing into the just next step of LIFE.

May your hearts also be touched by gaps and the river of LIFE.

With love.

Madhu

P.S:
(And my recommendations also for this enchanting work of PEACE and ART of Mister Schmitt).

Why cannot you accept, SD, Osho was never your cup of coffee? You seem to be like that customer who buys a coffee to go from Costa but wants to drink in the premises of Starbucks.

Your knowledge about Osho is not more than the people who read his books and become experts.

Let us say, Osho ashram gave the people chance to try their luck with young foreign women. It was not so, but let us presume it was like this. There must be Osho´s guidelines behind it. Osho must have encouraged it.

The thing is, Osho Was not Meera. Osho Was also not Raman or Punja or Huggy Huggy Amma. These people developed their establishment in their way, Osho did his own way.

My suggestion is during the twilight years of life, take notice of your life and ask, “Is there some religion or relation where I have invested my life whole hear-tidily?”