Chinmaya remembers dangerous events he escaped unharmed from, and learned what trust means.
Priya can relate to what a friend told her in regard to ecology. He had said, “I used to worry for my grandchildren, now I worry for us too.”
Tarpan recalls events in his childhood and in his working years as an engineer, when he did the Gibberish meditation for the first time at the Osho Meditation Resort.
Purushottama emphasizes that in order for the transformation of consciousness to take place, we have to look directly at the mind. It is not enough to know about meditation; we have to meditate.
Swaram recollects Osho’s life and writes about what Osho means to him; the eternal call of awakening.
Chetna’s thoughts about her transition between a life based on old habits, well in line with that of her friends, to a new, alcohol-free life filled with Osho’s meditations.
The last part of Shanti’s essay: How long is that road from the man we are to the man we can be, from our present state to our potential as a human being and as mankind?
Our ego is an iceberg, only one-tenth is visible. To confront it, dissolve it and offer it as our gift to Osho for his birthday on 11 December is the best gift for him and us, writes Swami Anand Kul Bhushan.
The second part of three of Shanti’s essay: How long is that road from the man we are to the man we can be, from our present state to our potential as a human being and as mankind?
Swaram from Love Osho writes that for him Osho’s mala is a device to fuel the inner flame of his awareness.
Part 1 of 3 of an essay by Shanti: How long is that road from the man we are to the man we can be, from our present state to our potential as a human being and as mankind?
On her maiden visit to Oshodham meditation campus near New Delhi, Asha Rajkumari recalls her profound encounter with herself, in this report edited by Swami Anand Kul Bhushan.
On the morning of what he calls his “real final awakening,” Adyashanti wrote the following to one of his teachers, Zen master Jakusho Kwong Roshi:
Tarpan’s way of reading Osho’s books, how it changed over the years, and finally finding ‘his question’.
Nirbija wondered if our shouting “Osho!” is a bridge to the Master. He did some research that resulted in insights he wants to share.
While conducting a funeral service, Nigam realized a very particular conditioning that had eluded him for so many years.
Deeva shares with us the last precious moments with her dying mother, experienced together with her father, beloved Premdas and other family members.
“The sense of oneness has no effect other than a deep and vast knowing of who/what ‘I’ am. Rather than a physical body, which is merely a necessity for this incarnation and learning phase, there is a perception of boundless energy, entirely joyful and wholly free,” writes Bhagawati.
Surendra casts a critical eye at the behaviour, rules and norms of tribes and families and their enslavement of the individual. He states, “The tribe is the collective version of ego.”
Priya writes: “It’s the season for contemplations of what really matters. I was surprised by what arose as I sat with pen and open notebook.”
Lokita’s insights on death while seeing her father go: “Standing next to his lifeless form, once again I was … in awe of the mystery of life and death, the mystery of who we are.”
A seasonal contemplation with a poem by Priya Huffman: “There appears to be a natural ebb and flow between the active and the passive elements that have to be negotiated and respected in every creative project…”
Why did Osho change the traditional order used for ‘The Three Jewels’? Purushottama inquired within.
Bhagawati questions the effects of popular prayer, chants and well-wishing: “These so-called prayers are all mantras that won’t make anybody wake up but put everybody to sleep with the smug feeling of having ‘done’ something positive.”
Participating in a kirtan event in Australia before leaving for India, Shazar experiences the place of joy and bliss and interconnectedness: “I come home to myself.”
Thoughts for a midsummer’s day – and a poem – by Priya Huffman; “I’d say we do both, dance to celebrate that we are still here to enjoy yet another midsummer, and prepare for the winter yet to come, and to support the ones who are doing the actual work of transformation that is needed for the viable future of our planet…”
Pravasi’s vivid impressions of life in jail, going through the dark night of the soul, until he started a healthy routine of yoga, silent meditation, reading and writing. “Once you are free inside external freedom is extraneous and illusory…”
Subhuti talks about his experience with LSD, and its limitations, and reminisces about Pravasi who died a few days ago.
Priya Huffman on the vulnerability of people who have just moved to a new city, of migrants and refugees.
Marc Itzler’s insight: “Laughter is intelligence, the ultimate expression of rebellion! A rebellion against guilt, against shame and self-doubt. A rebellion against fear itself.”
Srajan writes about a perilous attempt to climb Mt Olympus in Washington State, USA, and ponders the significance of taking risks.