Greetings, and may His love and light shine on you...
pictures from OSHO, or Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh from before pune 1, Pune 1,
the ranch, Greece and Pune 2.... India. Hope you love 'm as much as I do... You
have some photo's from him or the Ashram, rare one's? Please send them to me.
Chandra Mohan a.k.a. Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh a.k.a. Osho was born on
December 11th, 1931, in the state of Madhya Pradesh in India. He was the
son of a cloth merchant who was a Jaina, an ancient and respected minority
religion. Up to the age of seven he had lived with his grandparents, who
allowed him complete freedom. By fourteen he was able to go so deeply into
meditation that parents and friends became worried about his physical
health. On March 21st, 1953, while still a university student, he became
enlightened, reaching the peak of human awareness.
this moment," he says, "my outside biography ended and an
ego-less life began in deep union with existence....". He graduated
in philosophy in 1956 and became the debating champion of India. One year
later he started to teach in the Sanskrit College of Raipur and then
dropped his professorship to dedicate himself to "the spiritual
awakening of other people."
In 1966, in
the tradition of the old masters, he started to travel throughout his
country, devoting himself to teaching the art of meditation. Everywhere he
spoke, thousands listened to his talks about freedom of the individual,
something never taught in other institutions.
In 1968 he
decided to settle in Bombay. But he continued to lead dynamic meditation
camps in the mountains. He created a technique to help people put aside
their minds, and to allow the heart and the being to once again become the
place from which to reach awareness.
He began to
initiate his followers into "Neo-Sannyas," that's what he called
his experiment of self-knowledge and meditation in daily life, and gave
himself the Sanskrit name Bhagwan after what his students called him,
meaning, "the enlightened one". And this name started to become
well known in Europe, America, Australia and Japan. The monthly meditation
camps became more crowded, and it was necessary to find a larger place to
accommodate all that were knocking on the door.
In 1974, an
ashram in Pune was inaugurated, on the same day he had become enlightened
21 years before. Here, young people from all over the world who were tired
of violence, pain, and death, were received without having to give a name
or proof of identity. They were given a hot bath, an Indian bed,
vegetarian food, music, and singing. It melted the fatigue of the travel
and the tension of the waiting for the Master, who did not want to possess
anybody, and who didn't want to lead them down any particular path.
meetings at sunrise and sunset, Bhagwan looked individually into each
tense face. Looking into their eyes he read them like nobody else could.
At forty-seven, he was considered a very beautiful man. His beard was long
and still dark, his bare feet resembled the erotic sculptures of the
temples of Kajuraho, his hands, like butterflies, painted mandalas and
lotus flowers in the air.
The gift he
was giving people every day was so profound that many could not accept it
and some even got sick; problems in the intestines, and very high fever
sometimes hit new people. But those who stayed received an incredible
wisdom. He led his disciples on paths, which were philosophical,
scientific, psychoanalytical, and religious. His knowledge of the West was
as formidable as his knowledge of the East. From Buddha to Jesus, from
Heraclitus to Marx, from the Indian mystic, Tilopa to Jung, from Zen to
the Sufis, from Yoga to Tantra, he would point out the strengths and
weaknesses of each doctrine.
His bottom line
was always: "From now on, do whatsoever you want, but do it with
awareness. Easy and natural are the keys. Don't repress anything, be your
the Master who would not give solutions, but simply provide a space to let
go of the madness caused by living a life where the body, mind, being and
soul were not connected.
Socrates he was considered a corrupter of the morals of young people, like
all true philosophers he demolished a belief system that produced only
unhappiness, not joy. His greatness was that he didn't give solutions,
only tools for people to realize themselves. "The answer is in
yourself. I just tell you the potential of your being."
government, under pressure from the USA, became hostile to Bhagwan,
demanding 5 million Swiss francs in income tax from him, and he left Pune.
With characteristic courage, he went straight to America, to Oregon. He
bought a ranch called Rajneesh Puram, and it became almost a laboratory of
communism: Everything was shared, and everybody worked for the Commune
without pay. In the desert they grew fruits trees and specialized in all
kinds of work. They began to publish his discourses and distribute them
all over the world.
In 1985, US
authorities accused him of violations of the immigration laws. He was
under arrest for twelve days. Eventually he was deported. (Don't forget
Sheela, the one we all followed) After his
release, his health began to deteriorate. In a book published by an
Italian disciple, called Operation Socrates, Majid Valcarenchi and Ida
Porta attempt to show that Bhagwan was murdered. According to them the
Master was poisoned with thallium, a substance which causes bone pain,
hair loss, deterioration of vision, and breakdown of the immune system,
symptoms which began to appear immediately after his jail experience.
expelled from the United States on the grounds of corrupting young people.
Seventeen European and South American countries refused him entry or
permission to stay. In 1986 after an odyssey via Nepal, Greece, and
Uruguay, he returned to India. In the deserted ashram, he cleaned out the
mess. He settled his tax debts and presented a park to Pune.
doctor, based on these symptoms, declared that Bhagwan had AIDS. The
international press published this in spite of a test showing that be was
in fact AIDS negative. The Indian Health Organization disowned the doctor,
but that was not mentioned in the press.
In 1989, he
announced from his ashram that he didn't want to be called Bhagwan Shree,
which invoked the meaning of "God." His disciples, or sannyassins,
"ones who have renounced the world," decided to call him Osho,
which comes from the root "oceanic"; and means dissolved into
the ocean. Having previously removed his name from everything, he finally
agrees to accept "Osho," explaining that it is derived from
William Jamesí "oceanic." "It is not my name," he
says, "it is a healing sound."
On the 19,
January; 1990, hair and beard now completely white, and with a far away
look in his eyes, Osho died in his own country, in the city that had
become famous, because it was host to an energy and a freedom which scared
people who were unable to look for happiness. But which gave to thousands
of young people the tools with which to find it: within themselves. And so
setting them off with open hearts on the difficult path of an unarmed
revolution -- the only one that for centuries has been pointed out by
philosophers, mystics, and those who would sabotage certainty, pointed out
with the grace of the chosen, to those who believe in hope.
Only Visited this
Planet Earth between Dec 11 1931 -- Jan 19 1990
literally immortal words, Osho both dictates his epitaph and dispenses
with his biography.
is from sannyas archives and not necessarily true! As with all
information, don't lose your sense of criticism. History is written by
those who benefit most. Hardly ever is truth been popular. As you can
see now around the Ashram in Pune, as you saw in Rajneesh Puram. There
are always people with interest other than truth.
Keep your eyes open!
I loved being with Him. Although His death didn't do much to me, I was
happy to meet him again during my 'Frequencies
of Brilliance' training. After many years of not being involved with
sannyas, meditation and 'doing the right thing' , I was so happy to feel
him so close by, I cried with joy. I love you OSHO. Pyare. I wish to be
close to you every moment of my life. I am your sannyassin. As you are my
is now in the hands of a small crew, organizing a meditation and therapy
center. There are many stories going around about fights for this place,
and I am happy to hear there are some sannyassins
who got enlightened, and are available around the Ashram, while they
are not allowed in. Boy oh Boy. Well, I must say, it would have been truly
magical, if these enlightened ones were accepted in and the Ashram would
be a place for all of us. I know the way the Ashram goes about unwelcome
guests, as I have been a guard at the Gateless gate for many months. I
wish something extraordinary to happen. The world needs it. And I should
also resolve my disappointments and judgments. My friends, stop fighting,
Shanti Tilasmi (Me) , stop fighting. Relax.
I have to
add that it is truly special to have been in the opportunity to be with
OSHO for such a long time. I, and with me many, are truly blessed. He has
been an extra ordinary man for a long time to come. I seem to miss this
importance day after day, and need to remind myself, here and now. I am
I know some people who know me will read this. Some I made clear I
wasn't interested in them anymore. I still am not. All the bullshit
can stay home... Thank you.. Some friends will see this, and love
from me. Send me a mail if you feel like.