Prem Martyn,
Why not give a little effort for discernment a try?

I am a human being, female, quite of some age, writing on a widely Sannyas and UK related caravanserai web-chat for about three years now.

Did so to maybe better cope with some Sannyas-related traumata and the fact being more or less treated as a ‘pariah’´ from the side of former sannyas friends, as well as maybe better to cope with the fact of being stalked and cyber-stalked.

The latter being an ongoing trauma in itself, with which no fortunate resistance and lawyal aid did successfully happen so far, unlike in your case (you proudly reported us about recently).

However, I am writing. Up to today, this very instant.

Reading you over the years here, I experienced you in a kind of bipolar paradox stance. Jubilating the one day about some of the meditation offers and fellow travellers, cursing it or them the other day.

As I am neither a cow, nor a pig, nor a hen, etc. nor a laboratory rat, whom you would probably go to fight for their animal rights ( the only really consistent stance about the living entities in you, I’ve found in these years), I wouldn´t count on you when I am worse treated in social affairs than a rat in a social lab, and you came to know (or know) about that.

On the contrary, if such would serve one of your adventurous crowd-(?) sponsored businesses, my impression by now is you wouldn´t wait a second to happily misuse me as a person like an inanimate target or object.

As I am not a ´social bot´ either, I have (not nice!) feelings about such stuff happening.

And as I am not fortunate to fight robot-like intruders, not like you obviously did (your statements recently), in my case helplessness, sadness, anger and yes – also rage – have become guests in my inner-house.

I have to befriend these feelings according to these matters and call for my inner peace-committee to get again strong enough to meet outer perpetrators on the streets then (mostly grinning, btw).

So – what matters for you, Prem Martyn, may differ from what matters for me, and may also differ from what maybe matters for Parmartha – at least on a superficial, or maybe also essential level.

Yesterday evening, I listened again to Osho´s take on: ‘Choiceless Awareness’. And once again feeling from my heart that listening a business man, or to a teacher and the listening to a Master is not the same. And my gratefulness about the latter is beyond the mind. Fortunately.

Madhu

I cannot compose extended conversations on most anything that I write here. So I generally seem to write to myself – which seems appropriate in this element. As it’s really me with me in this room here as the dominant reality.

So although I’ve tried to tap some replies back to you both, I’m not convinced of my efforts so deleted them.

Just know that these last 18 months I went out of my way again to meet up with the Osho world and made some nice new connections.

And that’s what matters. To me.

Long may the adventures continue.

Take care.

Often hard to feel that here on the SN UK website of contemporry ´times´ as well, but sometimes it happens, even for me. And even now.

A mystery school.

Thank you for posting this.

Madhu

Few people can use any word, still they pour their love and devotion in every gesture. I am sure most of the writers here are of such type. Wonderful seekers.

I also know few people who never use past tense for Osho yet live with this understanding: dead men don´t walk.

If we take the distastefulness to its final conclusion, it is already a slave mentality to allow some teacher to change the name and allow the cow bell-like mala to hang around one´s own neck.

I think the RIGHT TEACHER has explained around 101 times the difference between teacher and master. Anyway, after death matters not what one calls.

It reminds me of a school report of mine, must have been in the 60s too, where the Headmaster was so sick of me he summed me up in 3 words: “Almost absurdly idle.”

I treated it as a badge of honour altho` I`m still a bit disappointed at the “almost”!