Mahika Mahiya celebrates a sacred past life memory that for her, could have happened only at Osho Jetban International Commune in Lumbinī, Buddha’s birthplace, in south-central Nepal. (Part 1)
Life moves us in mysterious ways, often using messengers that come in threes. While traveling in Nepal, I had wanted to go to Lumbini, Gautama Buddha’s birthplace, but had resisted. I had all this glorious freedom, time on my hands, a bus ride, and sunny blue skies. What was holding me back?
I was enjoying the Buddhafield of Osho Tapoban and felt I had “nowhere to go, nothing to do.” Then the power of the Buddhafield was revealed to me as three strangers, all meditators, became the voice of Existence, urging me onward for reasons none of us understood. Never before had Existence been so insistent that I go anywhere.
The first messenger was a doctor who told me emphatically that I had to go to Buddha’s birthplace, but I quickly dismissed it as his wish, not mine.
The second messenger was a long-time Osho lover of such silky elegance that I melted when he insisted in his honey-ied Nepali accent, “Really, you must go. It would give me great pleasure (pronounced “plessh-yearrrr”) to see you go. I will be there. You must go.” I was non-committal, even though his elegance pierced my sleepy state.
Thanks to him, I started to actually listen to Existence. I said to myself, OKAY, one more messenger and I’ll go.
At breakfast the next morning, the third messenger was a very warm, young mother with slow, cat-like movements and comprehensive hugs that could not be escaped. She wrapped her fleshy arms around me tightly and sat on my lap, cajoling me with “Well? Well?”
Her comic air somehow broke through. I finally demanded, “Who sent you?” She laughed hilariously. “You know who,” she said. “Meet you there, right?”
Oh shit, I thought. I am going to Lumbini.
I started praying to Yamantaka and Dharma Protectors for the wild road ahead.
The bus ride took twelve hours from Kathmandu, mostly due to ongoing road construction. The golden plains of the Rupandehi District were a stunning reminder of the regal trees and pleasing farmlands where I grew up in the Midwest. I had not expected to make this connection that Buddha’s birthplace was so much like my childhood home where I roamed outdoors freely. At one really nice lunch stop a beautiful man embraced me with kindness and proudly insisted that his kitchen friends make me a “proper chai.” His masculinity and sudden friendship were luxuries to my soul.
I spent most of the ride absorbing a tremendously important and carefully written book, “Who Killed Osho,” by journalist Abhay Vaidya, and I scribbled a letter to ask film director Oliver Stone to consider making this his next movie, a tragedy of epic proportion.
Comic relief was provided by an aging Latvian gigolo pacing the aisle. He simply could not score a quickie. He strode the narrow aisle and asked every woman on the bus only two questions: “Do you have a pension? Do you have kids?” When I finally asked him if he had unresolved mother issues, he recoiled in total surprise. He referred to her as “The Mother.” Apparently, The Mother did not like him. To his credit, he was very methodical about finding a rich gal with no kids.
We neared Buddha’s hometown around sunset as the bus windows framed a place of simple mystery – old trees, barefoot kids, flat farmlands. The atmosphere of rural peace was the sweetest sweetness I have ever known. Our bus stopped in the little downtown.
Stepping off the bus in Lumbini, I knelt and kissed the ground. It was purely spontaneous. I was home. An echoing sensation began in my soul. I had been here before. Yes, I knew the place, the ancient Buddhafield of Buddha himself, but even more mysterious, the place knew me and seemed to be “waiting” for me.
After much commotion, I and a few new friends hailed a cab to Osho Jetban, the new ashram and meditation center that shares the very same road to Lord Buddha’s birthplace. Led by facilitator Swami Dhyan Deep, who rings the meditation starting bell with great enthusiasm and laughter, Osho Jetban staff welcomed us with open arms, love and joy. I was befriended instantly by two extra-beautiful students named Nagarjuna and Tirtha. Again, it was a reunion – we already loved each other. Like a long-awaited spiritual guide, Nagarjuna promised to show me around the town where Buddha was born.
We quickly checked in, got to our rooms for a grand hot shower and changed in time for the evening Osho White Robe meditation, led by Swami Anand Arun, the founder of Osho Jetban, Osho Tapoban, Osho Upaban and other centers.
Encircled by gardens and mango trees, the international ashram facilities, designed by Arun, are beautiful, harmonious, and modern. Walking paths are lit at night and emanate cool peace. The kitchen is run by local staff. The cooks are very special, quiet local men who seem to meditate while they cook over three fires and present the most sumptuous dishes of fresh vegetables. The drinking water is purified, beautiful meals are well-organized, and all comforts and amenities are here. Best of all, really fun friends and crazy laughter flourish on these sacred grounds. Another luminous seed from the soul of Arun has sprouted so beautifully.
Refreshed from the warm welcome and hot shower, I went early to the empty meditation hall to lay down for five minutes. I was a long way from everything familiar and wanted to soak in all the newness. In disbelief, I felt a small earthquake or tremor in the distance. Suddenly, the invisible rolling energy of Earth, as powerful as an ocean wave, completely seized my body. Writhing in orgasmic pleasure for hours, I just LET GO, even as meditators filled up the hall. I was no longer in charge of my rocking and swaying body, filled with extraordinary bliss.
The evening meditation was in full swing, but at the back of the hall, I was writhing like a mad serpent. I was so grateful that mature meditators understand kundalini energy and gave me space to unwind. With my eyes closed, my consciousness swirled into a familiar past life with the Buddha. I began vibrantly re-living a past life in this very location:
I am a young girl, around age five, Nepali, long black hair, and I madly love “THE GUY,” Buddha himself. He is my friend, my neighbor, and he loves me, is so kind to me. He picks me up and holds me in his arms, greeting me with such warmth. We play. Then I follow Buddha and his monks on the road, but they say I can’t be a monk because I am a girl, so I am their friend. I bring them food and little treats. I distinctly see their begging bowls of dark carved wood, smoothed with use. Buddha’s bowl has a special vibration.
I have remembered and carried his love for me through all these lifetimes. From this I know the soul carries genuine love forward to its next lifetimes. In this lifetime, I had to come to Lumbini to learn this, and to understand that we never lose the building blocks of love on this eternal journey of the soul. This profound remembrance, more like a visit, stays with me many months later, transforming my heart day by day.
Many of us may have been with Buddha in past lives, and this is one way to remember what a true Buddhafield really is and does. From our own buddha nature, we also innately know to express deep kindness and sensitivity to all sangha members and human beings who suffer intensely, especially when they are hurt, lost, or down. Arun once said that we are to treat people “as gently as rose petals or babies,” and I always hope to live up to that standard.
The Osho Jetban experience brought vast, new inner horizons and archetypal golden dimensions, unspeakable. The eternal aspects of the meditation retreat can never be put into words but I do know this: Buddha and thousands of Bodhisattvas are very much alive and hovering over Lumbini.
Osho explains how the holy ones of the earth hold secrets for us:
“We exist in the body, but there are many holy ones around you who exist in a bodiless state. The human spirit can exist either in a body or in an unembodied form. The unembodied form is still part of the universe; it is still in the world. It has not escaped it; liberation has not yet happened. It is prone to come back, it tends to come back. It simply waits for the right womb.”
Quote by Osho from The New Alchemy To Turn You On, Ch 15
Part 2 of this article, Lumbini: Looking for Buddha’s Birthplace, soon on Osho News.
Photos taken at Osho Jetban by the author
In May 2018, Osho Jetban International Commune was inaugurated on the 2562nd Buddha Purnima by Nepal’s Prime Minister K. P. Sharma Oli, who planted a mango tree on site to support Osho Tapoban’s initiative to plant more trees to help the ecological balance of Nepal. Osho Jetban has also received international attention in conjunction with Arun’s Buddha Wesak International Meditation Day proposal.
Facilitator Swami Dhyan Deep sends a message from the Osho Jetban commune saying, “Our common voice is, we love you and would love to have you all here at least once in your lifetime to taste Buddha and Osho together here, for we are blessed by a palpable presence of both of them in their purest energy forms.”
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