Right now I feel a little bit disconnected (numb) which, amongst the possible way to react (patterns: isolation, just functioning, etc.) in the ‘extreme-limit situations’ provided by an encounter group, is my main way to skip from the ‘here and now’.

For me, after my almost 25 years of Osho groups and despite the running tiredness, the disconnection and the hoarseness, to explore my anger-fear-pain with this approach seems an experience generally positive.

I’m not sure if just 10 years ago I would have had the courage to expose my ‘emotional child”‘in all its ‘glory’ as it happened in these days.

But right now I would not know which criterion to use for saying this, because that one I use normally, the “creating trust” (Osho-co-dependency), does not have much space to be shared and confronted in a context of encountering…maybe I feel disconnected also for this reason.

Perhaps the positivity of the encountering approach, its therapeutic perspective, will emerge with time, maybe it will be the effects of encountering experience in itself on my emotional stability, or will be visible in the improvement of my relationships filtered by this particular way to explore the human soul, and (who knows?) if it could even affect my life on the existential level, almost a paradigm shift…At the moment I can only say that it’s nice to appreciate as the time between the “I hate you” and “I love you” becomes shorter.

(This is just for fun, I have read that the policy of the forum is changed: Another aspect of my feeling of disconnection is from my “fxxx off”, I finished them with the voice…but, beware, iconoclasts cynical commentators, I’m not disconnected from my desire to sleep and I could always dream to shout it…zzzzzzz).

With Love,

VF

Will ever ready to encounter a coconut?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vow9rBrEmZ0
(On this topic I didn’t find the video of a kundalini guru in Bali).

Thanks.
Punya

They will be hauling out their Indian Distinguished Service medals in just a moment…eyes glazing over blissfully as the memories flood over them and warm the cockles of their heart chakras…
Tthey display their war wounds…and herpes sores…a bit of shell-shock from the chemical attacks of the 1960s…and silent explosions of the 70s…

Then, the endless tales of no-holds-barred encounters with the enemy, inner and outer, that went on for days at a time, living with the ever-present threat of ego-death on a daily basis and some even having their egos blown clean off in the front line of Sannyas frontier territory…but lived to tell the tale…

How they watched, horrified, as officer-class therapists shagged the arses off their girlfriends and inspired them to superhuman feats of therapeutic derring-do in the jungles of no-mind and roused them to stampede the doors of perception en masse deep behind the enemy lines of the mind…

Ah…the cameraderie of the therapy trenches…
The bliss of the silence as the howitzers of the mind were eventually overrun and transcended in the mud of no-minds` land…

And the general, with his gas mask on, waving his arms about and exhorting his troops, Patton-esque, to keep going, dropping their egos, dropping the past, dropping their pants…charaiveti, charaiveti, onto Berlin…London…the New World…

Billeted in their headquarters at Southern Command, they presided over a spiritual empire on which the sun never set…the map of the world was coloured red…

“Aye, those were the days, my friend…You could do a group, sort out your family stuff, get the approval of a therapist, shag a few birds, buy a packet of beedies, become the new man and still get change from a fiver!
Young people today could do with a bit of what we had…Would never happen these days of course, all that health and safety stuff…it`s political correctness gone mad.”

By tea-time they`ll be back round to their part in the eventual downfall of Ma Anand Kurtz, model officer gone insane, and her brutal kingdom of terror and how only a few of them made it home from that mission into the heart of darkness to heroically battle on….

Here you come again, Parmartha, with that ‘readiness’ stuff; quite one-sided, I feel, like ever, even when now you mentioned your view: “Profit is a fool’s game.”

My view is that only for a very small time period in the early, up to later seventies, a kind of spiritual supervision by the Master in Pune, a supervision for facilitators AS for participants, had been possible to happen; it was the time where you and some very, very few other contributors here were present in the Pune I Ashram.

And what happened then outside the Ashram in the global playing, to make money for further stay in India, that´s indeed another story, as you say.

And yes, I can relate to that, that you call ´Dynamic Meditation´as a kind of entry into Reichian bodywork, roughly speaking, as one comes across some deep frozen parts of life´s history, coming into consciousness, to be taken care of, when melting.

Fortunate one is when not abused by the meditation or centre leader, when that happens. (Being grabbed and touched in the genitals or otherwise shocked by a meditation leader running around during the meditation while me as others having had the blindfold on, etc.).

Here in Bavaria, Germany, late seventies I have not been that fortunate.
In Pune then, India, soon afterwards, quite some other and better experiences, also with group and meditation facilitators.

I am writing that down because I don´t like what I feel as your ´one-sightedness´ in terms of ´being ready´.

I am not writing it down to complain about ´spilt milk´ (and abuse) as nothing can be done about it. What happened, happened.

You may need to know, Parmartha and/or maybe others, that if you write about me or to me outside the chat, that that doesn´t reach me; quite often (like yesterday) that I got and get a message that something in the caravanserai realms outside the chat ends up in my spam, unavailable for me to read.

Mention this, for just in case that you like me to know something, you then seem to have make it open for a view – IN the SN caravanserai chat.

Sincerely

Madhu

There is no need for a personal experience. I know how the human mind works. It is the same if you are in Rajneeshpuram or in Timbuktu.

Ah yes. Maybe I am here for a little encounter, as the topic says.

And what are you up to (what is your energy like?), doing that? What for?”

Yes, what for, Satchit?

Madhu

So everything that does not fit into your belief-system is yellow press? Funny.

It is strange that Laxmi is responsible for not allowing the Indians in the encounter groups and Sheela for the Ranch disaster – and Osho not at all. Looks almost as if poor Osho is a constant victim to the girls.

Sorry, I cannot believe this.

Something new from the yellow press on Sannyas News:
I have heard he was simply fed up of that desertland.

Trauma comes from attachments.
Maybe good idea to look at yours!

It`s funny that Sheela would try to claim that she would have been more successful in executing the alleged crimes, as so many of her poisoning attempts (all of them?) seem to have failed.

With the case of little Laxmi, for example, whilst she was living in her trailer on the Ranch, with cancer, and Sheela used to give her a cup of juice mixed with a bit of poison every day for several months, but Laxmi complained of a bad belly, yet nothing else.

And several other visitors to the Ranch that Sheela didn`t like much got the “Delhi Belly” as well.

I have also certainly seen some people who were not ready for Reichian stuff, like dynamic meditation. I led dynamic for four years in London and did suggest to some newcomers they tried kundalini, etc. before trying dynamic, as I was worried that it would be too much for them.