Really, man, who is this guy trying to kid?

I made a post earlier in this topic about my ‘out of the body’ experiences in response to Satchit’s erroneous belief that they are real, coincidently your mention of Lobsang Rampa reminded me of something that I had totally forgotten.

My OBEs first started in the early 70s, when I was quite young, and in an effort to find out more I started reading books on the occult and mysticism. One book I was leafing through in a bookstore described ‘Astral Projection’ which seemed to explain everything. So I bought the book which was ‘You Forever’ by Lobsang Rampa.

The book seemed spot-on, so I actually wrote to him and received a very nice reply.

He told me that once outside the body always concentrate on the ‘higher planes’. He also sent me a copy of his vinyl LP called: ‘MEDITATION’, which got me thinking maybe that’s what I need to do.

Soon after, I noticed in the listings magazine ‘Time Out’, a small advertisement for an introductory evening to meditation. So I went along to this house in north London, expecting to be sitting silently cross legged for an hour or so, and the house turned out to be one of the early Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (whom I’d never heard of, and you know as Osho) meditation centres.

I didn’t even notice a number of people wearing orange until it was all explain to me. The meditation we did was the dynamic and my interest in Lobsang Rampa was quickly forgotten.

Even if Lobsang Rampa is a fraud, I still owe him.

Actually by chance Anthropology was first time introduced in the Bombay University in 1986 , the same year I got read this book , So I took it up in college .

I mentioned about the book as somehow my uncle probably gave it to me to divert my attention from this o.b.e incident , which in hindsight was good for me !

About ”that re the topic here. as- not surpisingly – it´s going quite ‘off the rudder’, isn´t it?”
I think its okay for some distraction when we get a bit serious !

Btw the monsoon seems still on here in Poona !

However fitting to the spiritual rhythm and time of the year (at least in our particular cultural area) and its rituals, where and when we honour our ancestors: in accordance to the rhythms of nature, reminding us of disappearing-appearing and disappearing again…and…

Ever so grateful again that I´ve been able to visit some of the Spirit of India and meeting Osho, to open up re more consciousness re coming into appearance, the rhythms of coming and going, vanishing (our truly personal unimportance and the Silence at the core bottom of that) which – indeed – is peace itself.

Sometimes we call it love but I´d prefere just now, it´s TRUST.

Words don´t capture such ´Suchness’.
But once again, I give it a try…

A smile addressing you from my side, hopefully finding its way – (even on a virtual – artificial – line).

Madhu

Why this information?
I guess to tell us that you did do something you did not want.
No wonder that you had trouble there.

It is not important to have physical contact with a master because it is a heart-to-heart thing. Anyway, everyone walks his journey alone.

Nonetheless, I do appreciate your enthusiasm. Osho was so on the money when he warned us about seriousness.

Sitting at Osho’s feet while alive projecting your desires on to him might not have been so easy, even taking into account that Osho was not a very hard master to work with, in the sense that if he hit you with a zen stick it was not liable to kill you, by a long shot.

I will give you an example of what I am driving at.
Back in ’91, under the urging of my wife, I went to visit Poonjaji in Lucknow. My wife had already been there and I had a number of friends who had been living there for years. I had only been there a few days when my friends pushed me to write a letter to Poonjaji, completely unaware that people who had been there for years had never done this. I thought, why not? And wrote the old boy a kind of flippant and jokey letter.

The next morning, the old boy read out my letter in satsang and then asked who Lokesh was. Next thing I know I am sitting at the master’s feet looking up into the psychological equivalent of a loaded sawn-off shotgun. Poonjaji took my letter dead serious and I was sitting on the red hot seat.

From a distance, Poonjaji looked like a harmless old fellow. Close up, he was blow you out of your socks, spiritual dynamite. I had bitten off more than I could chew without masticating for a few weeks and he let me know it. He let me have it. Both barrels. There is no need to go into what was said. My point is that if you want to play the master and disciple game at least find a master who is alive. Even better, just drop the whole idea and wise up to the fact that all external masters are a projection of the inner master that is everyone’s best friend, although so few realize it.

Having said that, it is all very well for me to say that, because I have been most fortunate in these matters for no obvious reason, so you must go your own way. If I were you, which I am in a way, I would focus more on your beautiful family, because they have the potential to bring you home to who you really are, a potential that far outstrips that of dead gurus.

The truth hides itself very well…right under our nose. The last place that we will be tempted to look, imaging that truth is something distant, something hard to grasp, when really it is your natural birthright, just sitting in front of you waiting for you to claim it.