From Osho to Ambrosia – Part 1

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The first part of Chinta’s story with Osho and a chintâmani

There couldn’t be a better inspiration than the first days of a fresh new year to write this article. 2012 is the year of so many expectations, fears and hopes. And maybe an apocalypse at the end of the year?

When I met Osho in Pune, on that special day, the 29th of October 1980, I was a mere bundle of fear, reprogramming every second the demise of my world. Seeing this, he said he would give me the name Ma Veet Chinta, meaning beyond worries. He said many other things, but what struck me most was something like: “Some people are constantly revisiting the past, regretting what they said or what they did, wanting to change it or anticipating disasters in their future, that they have no energy left in the present to cope with what life offers them.”

Taking sannyas in 1980

Taking sannyas in 1980



The Geneva Connection

Raso, Chinta, Ragen and Maharshi, i.e. The Geneva Connection, around 1983

Reiki party

Reiki party



It was true, so true. I had spent my whole life so far (I was 28) sitting in schools or universities, filling my head and trying very hard to finally fit into ‘normal society’ and to satisfy everybody’s expectations. But one morning, as I was opening the door of the classroom to give a course, suddenly coming from deep inside of me, I could hear a subtle voice. I can still remember the feeling of that key turning in my hand, smell the dusty atmosphere of the corridor and hear the chatter of the students around getting ready. The soft voice said: “There must be something else in life than closed rooms, blackboards and the endless repeating of the same little knowledge. Life is bigger than that, you have to open your wings and explore the world.”

That’s how I started getting into bioenergetics, group dynamics and a few other things and ended up in India. This was the start of a long, very long reflection; the beginning of a whole new life. In March 1981 Osho left for the States so I went back to Switzerland to my classrooms. But with such new joy and creativity! It was so nourishing to be with these young people. At that time school managements were pretty liberal and open to experiments. For a few months, I went teaching dressed up in my long maroon robe, the mala around the neck and Osho’s picture protecting my heart. Wonderful days of democratic freedom! Nobody said or did anything to stop me. Later, I heard that the students were calling me ‘Petit Chaperon Rouge’, meaning little red riding hood! Once a week, at lunch time we would have some African dancing to relax and then go back to the classroom and deal with serious learning and got the exams done. Good old days!

At that time we were a great team of sannyasins living around Geneva. I was mixing the cocktails at Saturday night’s disco and took care of the Osho tapes and books. That was also the time when meditation became an inescapable friend. The discipline of watching and purifying the body and aura from tensions and alienations on a regular basis really brought me back down to earth, in the here and now, enabling me to enjoy being alive and creative.

I remember very well the slow evolving of the mind. First it took me quite a while to be able to listen and watch the restless production of thoughts in my mind. The most difficult was to endure this eternal sabotage of the blissful states. Little by little, the mind activity slowed down and I began to watch and listen to the empty spaces between the thoughts. Then, more and more often there were seconds of complete no-mind, deep silence, emptiness and peace. These were blessed golden moments where, as you can imagine, anxiety and worries had not foothold!

I would say to myself: “No thoughts, no worries. Try to have no thoughts and worries both simultaneously. It’s impossible. Trust your being, your essence, your intelligence, your heart, your e-motions and your body. But question the filter of your superego and conditioned mind.”

It was of course not so easy to actually go beyond. Most of the time I was still suffering from my negative emotions and projections. In October 1987, Visarjana, the man I was in love with and whom I married 15 years later, invited me to a Reiki class. I enjoyed the weekend, the method and the initiations, yet on the way back we had such a fight in the car that we nearly killed each other. That’s when I realised that Reiki really activates life energy.

And right then began a new chapter in my life. I call it my star period. It lasted for five or six years and it has been a wonderful experience of success, love, healing, meditation, travelling and meeting hundreds of beautiful souls. Actually, I had written the first book on Reiki in the French language (1) and we both had become Reiki Masters in 1989. The book created an incredible interest in the French speaking countries and we were invited to transmit the initiations and teach in many towns in France, Belgium, Switzerland, Romania and Africa.

It was really an intense period. We were gifted by Osho’s heritage, we were passionate, trusting, young and we really wanted to bring healing and meditation into the world. We touched about three thousand people in five years. Then, we needed a rest.

When Osho left his body, I had been in the ashram for three months and evening after evening, I had been receiving his energy and his words. More and more, I was convinced that he was actually ‘doing Reiki’ without naming that. My heart and my soul were just melting in the mirror of so much trust, openness and surrender to universal life energy. In my understanding, he was the channel we are supposed to be in Reiki, that open channel to the light, the love and the power of the source. He was that totally awake and committed presence that could redirect the energy of the universe towards us. He was that diamond mind who could transform, literally transpose life essence into words and actions in a way that we might get a better understanding of ourselves.

A few days before Osho left his body, I received a very strong inner transmission. Each one of my cells – this is strange, but true – knew that there was not to be any worry about how I’d be able to live without him. Over the last ten years I had been prepared to stand on my own feet and that now I even had a tool, a method called Reiki which would help me not only to survive, but all the more to grow on the path. My heart whispered words of gratitude and prayed that I may spread happiness and well-being around me, just as he had done for us. Well… at least at my modest level.

In 1995 Visarjana and I went on a Reiki pilgrimage to Japan. Amazing gifts awaited us there and there are too many to share. However, there is one story I must share: After visiting one of those wonderful wooden temples in Kyoto, we went to the souvenir shop. There, all alone on a shelf like calling me, was a crystal carved in the shape of a droplet. The only crystal in the whole shop. I had already fallen in love with crystals, so I had to buy it. But I couldn’t gather any further information about the meaning of it, other than that these kind of crystals were used in spiritual teachings.

Back home, the crystal found a privileged place next to my bed. Only years later, I found out it was a chintâmani. Now, remember, my name is Veet Chinta and on a pilgrimage I encounter the only chintâmani that was to be seen in hundreds of shops over three weeks!

Chintâmani is a very old Sanskrit name for spiritual realisation. Chintâ means mind and mani means jewel. The jewel of the mind. Or the mind becomes a jewel. Or the wish fulfilling jewel. It’s wonderful, you can play with the concept. For instance, when you clean out your mind it might become a jewel, as clear and transparent as this quartz crystal, a space where the reflection of all things are present but can be grasped one at the time only. It’s fascinating, have a look into a quartz crystal! You’ll see inside of the crystal the reflection of what is behind the crystal, but upside down. If you change your perspective, you will see another reflection. In Tibet and in Japan, the chintâmani is used as a meditation stone in monasteries and if you look even more carefully, you’ll find dozens of them on the tankas. Meditating with a chintâmani really helps the process of vertical alignment and the silencing of the mind.

Later, I spent a few years researching the chintâmani concept, went to Rishikesh, got a tantric initiation at the Chintâmani Ashram and gave birth to another book (2).

And after that came the rainbow and the birth of Ambrosia. Read the next episode…

By Chinta B. Strubin Gaensslen – –

1) Reiki, Force Universelle de Vie, Chinta B. Strubin, Editions Recto Verseau
2) Essence cristalline du Reiki, Barbara Chinta Strubin, Editions Recto Verseau

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