From an update from Osho Leela:

Veeresh and his work has been the heart beat of Osho Leela since we began in 1996. The Humaniversity Training and AUM meditation have been at the core of our community and many of us are trained, loved and inspired by Veeresh and his vision for friendship.

This weekend at Leela (30th Jan -1st Feb) is a whole weekend of Social Meditations created by Veeresh and we would like to extend the invitation to anyone of you who would like to come together at this time. We will dance, hug, celebrate, cry and share our love and gratitude.

For pictures and tributes visit: Oshonews at: http://www.oshonews.com/2015/01/veeresh/

For Veeresh’s hymn of gratitude, the final journey:

http://www.oneskymusic.com/a-tribute/

 
More than 350 friends attended the ceremony for Veeresh on Saturday at the Humaniversity. At the same time countless meditation events were held all around the world to honor Veeresh and his contribution to the lives of so many.

This is a tribute Geetee wrote for Viha Magazine:

” Veeresh, our beloved friend and teacher here at the Humaniversity, left his body to be with Osho on January 27.

Dearest Veeresh, throughout your life, you dissolved in your love for Osho and you taught us to see Osho in everyone. Your way was the way of love and friendship, and your purpose in life was to share your love with everyone that you met.

Since my life is now coming to an end, I can appreciate and accept that my heart is filled with overwhelming gratitude. I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to experience all the benedictions I have been given in my life. All my negativity has disappeared. I am now open for this final journey.

Thank you, thank you for everything, for the sun and the rain, for the joy and the pain, for the highs and the lows, for the loving, and the letting go.

I was born with nothing, and now I will die with nothing. There is nothing left to hold on to. I am ready to let go of everything. All that is left is thank you, over and over again, thank you.

(Veeresh in the song “Thank You” featured on the album Samasati by Veeresh and the Humaniversity Sound)

You dedicated your life in an immense commitment to make this world a more beautiful place for all of us. You never gave up on anybody.

We can create paradise on Earth, I know we can. We can make a difference in our lifetime. Why not be the drop of love that can change an ocean of pain? Just decide to make the effort. If you want love, first be loving. If you want care, first be caring. If you want respect, first be respectful. What you put out is what you get back. We can create paradise on Earth. I know we can.

(Veeresh in the song “Paradise,” also on the album Samasati)

You received your name, Swami Anand Veeresh, from Osho. It means the Courageous One – Bliss beyond Fear, and you have lived this position until the very last moment of your life. The idea of retiring did not exist for you. Your transition has been the way you wanted it. Friends were by your side, and you took your last breath in love and peace with everything.

Three hundred and fifty people from all paths of life came to your farewell ceremony at your home, the Humaniversity, while thousands of others celebrated you around the world. Even in your death you united your friends in heartful, loving meditation.

Now I am free to dance among the stars, to travel down the road of infinity, and to return to the origins of Existence. I am now one with everything. I am the soul-force. All duality has disappeared, as above so below. I am the center. Everything is born from nothing. I am the divine light, and god is pleased.

Alive, alive, alive, I celebrate my life, alive, alive, alive, so grateful for this life.

(Veeresh in the song “The Soul Force,” also on the album Samasati)

Osho said to you that your tears of love and gratitude toward Him are the bridge from your heart to His heart. He asked you to train the best therapists in the world. You understood that He wanted you to support everyone to become the most loving human beings they could possibly be.

Veeresh, you have deeply touched our hearts in the most loving and beautiful way possible. We are grateful to have had the chance to share our lives with you. You will live in our hearts and in the love we share. We will continue your work in your spirit.

Geetee, for the Humaniversity Family

‘form has just emerged from formlessness’

… at the wood’s cafe,
there are walking paths,
standing presence of trees,
mud,
a meditation shed,
sun shines,
cloudy skies,
birds and squirrels

…not to mention the glorious food from the cafe

interactions in love and presence - happens all the time

Chaotic and uncontrollable, teeming and full, this level of life can be frightening…

extending that to the Anima Mundi

these meetings at the wood’s cafe

we see it playing best in stories, shares and humor!

company of friends

the sustenance of what can only be experienced as the dark feminine.

mind dissolves in the heart

I am amazed looking back on  SN

Text and Photos from Upnita

Scenes from the launch

Bangalore, Aug 19:  Osho lovers who came from all over Karnataka for the release function of the book ‘Pralaya Idu Badukalicchsuvavarige Maatra’ by Osho. The book was released by the Shree Nidumamidi Swami at a glittering ceremony held recently.

Source: Daijiworld Media Network – Bangalore

“I’m down to my last few hundred dollars” Asha said. I didn’t say anything. By this time all I had was an old camera someone had given me, which I was trying to sell on M.G. Road.

“There’s a guy coming up from Goa to see me“ she went on. “He wants me to do a run. I’m not sure, but I think it’s a false-bottomed suitcase to Canada.”

I could hear the nervousness in her voice…But when the ‘scammer’ as she called him arrived, far from being the oily gangster I had imagined, he turned out to be a sun tanned young Dutchman – alert, humorous and quick-witted.

I’ll call him H. He had brought the suitcase for Asha to examine, and it was expertly made. There were two and a half kilos of Manali in the false bottom, and two and a half in the false top, and the only thing you could feel was that the lid was a bit too heavy. But then the lid had those criss-crossing straps so that you could pack things there too. We started to talk and quickly found we had a lot in common. We all loved India, and had no desire to go back to the West. H. as it soon became clear was into smuggling as much for the adventure as for the money…

To cut a long story short, we decided that Asha and I would do the run together;- and soon afterwards we found ourselves checked into a Bombay hotel, with our tickets to Brussels. The plan was that I take the suitcase to Brussels where Asha was to get a new passport with no trace of India on it, and then take the case on to Montreal. The first thing was that I, unkempt and dressed in crazy orange clothes, be made to look normal. There was a tailor’s shop, Paradise Tailors, right by the hotel where we were staying – little more than a shifty old Indian with a Singer sitting under some wooden stairs, but he measured me up and said he’d have some Western-style trousers ready in time for the flight. I had an expensive haircut, then back at the hotel I tried on the navy blue blazer with brass buttons H. had lent me. I put on a pair of glasses I had but never wore (“makes you look intellectual” H. had said) and through which I could not see properly. What I did see looked eerily like a successful dentist.

Worse followed. I went back to Paradise Tailors, but when I tried to put the trousers on I found I couldn’t get my foot into them. At first I thought I must be trying to get my foot into the pocket, so I turned them this way and that – but no, he had made the legs so narrow I could not get my feet into them at all. My self control snapped.

“Paradise, you arsehole!“ I screamed. I was like The Imperialist in revolutionary propaganda. Paradise leapt to his feet and flapped round his broom closet like a frightened hen. Finally he fished round under the spot where he had been sitting and, muttering viciously to himself in Mahratti, produced the rest of the cloth I had bought and with which he, like an Indian tailor in a panto, had hoped to abscond. Finally he fitted panels, large diamond-shaped panels with malevolently crude stitching, into the sides of the trousers. They looked insane.

Check-in was at two in the morning.

Going through Emigration I was pulled out and told to wait. I sat down on a bench with two Africans. They looked guilty as hell. I tried not to think. Asha drifted past, looking dead cool. “Oh, are you on this flight?” she said sweetly. “Well, I’ll see you in transit then.” I could have murdered her. Then Emigration gave me my passport back again.

Finally we boarded. The cabin was monstrously hot and full of what were apparently Korean businessmen. They were all dressed the same and didn’t move. It was like Zen at its worst. After a long delay the plane taxied off to what by now I was sure was certain doom in Brussels.

Neither of us could sleep. There was one trippy bit where we seemed to be caught in a loop, flying round and round over Mount Ararat in a bald and ghastly dawn. Asha and I had a furious whispered row up there. At last the airline served some breakfast and mercifully we both passed out until just before landing.

Coming through Immigration in Brussels a muscle in the side of my neck started to twitch. I had not known muscles could do anything like that. It was as though I had some small animal inside my shirt collar. I’ll never get away with this, I thought…Then the bag didn’t show up on the carrousel. There were lots of dark blue ones, but each time I thought I had spotted mine it turned out to be somebody else’s. (“Don’t look around. Don’t make eye contact,” H. had said. “Whatever you do, don’t look alert – that’s what they’re watching for.”) Another flight was starting to come through, and still no suitcase…That first run was the only one I got frightened on. I don’t mean that later I developed nerves of steel; but while the run was actually happening I didn’t get scared. That was one thing I did learn from drug-running: real physical danger does not produce fear. On the contrary real danger produces fearlessness…

Suddenly the suitcase was there. I picked it up and headed for the exit. “Rien, merci.” I said to someone in blue, in my best schoolboy French. He made a chalk mark on the side of the bag and I was sailing towards the glass doors…and through them…

Asha was there, looking wonderful, with a bunch of roses. So was our contact, another young Dutchman. “I came through in that blazer a month ago” he laughed, as he ushered us out of the airport. I couldn’t believe it. Sunlight, autumn in Europe, thousands of dollars. “You looked really straight” he said, as he opened the doors of a beat-up old VW.
“You could have been a dentist.”

Pari

The following were originally posted as responses to “Tyohar, the Cosmic DJ”. The author of the article feels that the content of the comments are a different subject matter, and has asked for them to be published separately.

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Heraclitus // Aug 1, 2008 at 5:58 am

Strange that those abusing Tyohar and other teachers who are or were sannyasins, on the noticeboard (annonymously) dont comment here. Maybe because they have to give a valid email address, hiding behind such cloaks does not help anyone, particularly themselves.

Also those others who crticise sannyasnews for acting as an umbrella for the interests of all sannyasins dont it seems want to comment here.

I have seen Tyohar, who is obviously somewhere with his energy, criticised for imitativeness and all sorts, on the old chatboard and on the noticeboard.

Give a man due. He has created a commune, ecological in nature, and has his own way of working with energy. These are achievements enough for anyone, and he fully acknowledges and respects Osho.

Those who criticise sannyasnews in this regard seem totally off the block, and not in touch with grass roots sannyas at all.

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amrito // Aug 4, 2008 at 7:46 am

haha you are hilarious! and what’s with this double standard you have against Sw. Anand Arun, who completely is an Osho desciple, talks only about Osho, does only Osho meditations, and has built an Osho commune. And these accomplishments haven’t earned your respect and all you”ve seen is ego, its pretty transparent that in the sannyasworld there’s more than subtle racism.

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dharmen // Aug 4, 2008 at 10:37 am

What are you talking about???

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amrito // Aug 4, 2008 at 4:47 pm

well, if you look on the other thread, this is what was written:

Heraclitus // Jul 22, 2008 at 7:14 am

What’s Dhyano got to do with Arun? Only that it’s all a new priesthood anyway.

Like the early Christian Church, couldn’ t wait to become official, and elitise everything.

How does Mr Alok square his seeming approval of the Circle of 21 with his devotion to Arun? They both hate each other cos they are rival priests! Hippies living near the river or on the road,, go there, and Jesus and Osho will be there, not within the brickwork of churches and official communes.

and than:

Heraclitus // Jul 17, 2008 at 9:31 pm

No-one is saying Osho is dead here! Just that he hides in other places that official or unofficial Osho centres or Arun centres or whatever.

Arun lived in Pune one but never took a walk on the wild side. Osho was there every bit and may be more than inside the gateless gate.

Dont forget that osho himself said he would never have gone near the Poona Ashram if he had been a seeker at the time!

And now here, not that I have anything against Tyohar, but to the same person who criticises Arun prior thinks Tyohar shouldnt be criticised!! Its a double standard!!

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yakaru // Aug 6, 2008 at 10:41 pm

Good idea, sannyasnews, organising it like this for comments. Well done!

Dear Heraclitus,

I don’t have anything especially against Tyohar – he seemed ok when I saw him 10 years ago. I do object though, to the way criticism is often met with Ad Hominem attacks and elaborate avoidance strategies.

The reason I (for one) posted anonymously on the CNB was because my name had been blocked, so I used my initials. A certain “Mr Just” posted some negative and judgmental comments about me there too, even though he seemed to think the notice board is no place for such like.

Like you he also objected to “anonymous commenters”.

While we’re on the subject of anonymity, I’ve never seen your name on this site before, yet you don’t exactly seem to be new here. Have you ever posted on this site before, maybe under a different name? Care to identify yourself?

Maybe you could also ask Mr Just the same question if you….um….happen to bump into him.