OSHO
| ShanT |India | Nepal |
Jokes | Zen |
Frequencies of
Brilliance | Tibetan Pulsing Healing
| My Art | Self realization
test | OSHO-Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh | OSHO Ashram |
ShanT in
Dharmsala | Hepatitis-A and Ayurveda
| ShanT's flyers | Jesus Crucified, This Time in Ronald Reagan's
America | OSHO-sannyas-stories
| ShanT's swans dancing
| Gems and my altar
| Cotton paper factory from
India
In dedication to my friend, and teacher.
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I have told Neelam to reply to these people, "You don't understand what meditation is. It is nobody's belonging, possession. You cannot have any copyright. Perhaps if your country gives you trademarks and copyrights on things like meditation, then it will be good to have a copyright on stupidity. That will help the whole world to be relieved... Only you will be stupid and nobody else can be stupid; it will be illegal." Sheela talks on her time with OSHO... My beloved master and eternal invisible friend. Namaste. 'Sammasati: Remember what is your inner space. Just remember.' says Buddha...in every heart inside (which space contains everything that is and is changing)
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Religion comes from religare (religo 1st
person) (classic Latin) and means really again, once more connect to the earth, to our origin, to our wholeness, to our not dispersed
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When you have emptied all the content — thoughts, desires, memories, projections, hopes when all is gone, for the first time you find yourself, because you are nothing but that pure space, that virgin space within you. Unburdened by anything, that contentless consciousness, that's what you are! Seeing it, realizing it, one is free. One is freedom, one is joy, one is bliss.
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I became a sannyassin when I was 19 years old. My mother was a sannyassin, as was my sister. I was raised ,from my 13th, in a commune, which my mother started. In the beginning, when a group of seekers practiced the Dynamic meditation, I would play 'You can make more money as a butcher' from Frank Zappa afterwards. I was frightened by the emotional release that happened, and the attraction I felt for this group with a higher goal, and the air of hippie freedom and celebration. The sexuality, free love, while I was so much in need of the love from my mother, looking for security I didn't seem to get. The devotion to some therapists was strange to me. How could those grown ups be in such a mess, to think they were close to gods? My mother was lost, and took me and my sister to many places where was being experimented with sex and emotional release, in search for a samadhi (experience of enlightenment). Meanwhile it was just an orgie. Running around in the dark... |
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My mother took me to
Oregon, where Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
had his commune. I would stand beside the road, on a remote location, where no one
else would stand, waiting for OSHO to pass by. I was still no sannyassin,
wearing hippy clothes with army boots. I wanted to meet him personally. He drove
so fast, I got scared he was going to hit me, and I jumped back. That was my
first meeting with Him. Back in the Netherlands, I felt something was missing. I had tasted something... That's how I came back to Him, and decided to take sannyas. My name became Swami Shanti Tilasmi. From hereon my life changed dramatically...
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From here on, I was involved in Communes, Therapies, Travels to the Ashram in Poona (PUNE), trainings (Tibetan Pulsing Healing) and meditation. I practiced Vipassana for 8 years. So much happened. Primal scream, the love of my life, clairvoyance. This will take a lot more pages to describe. I may do this in the future...
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Now a few rare stories. This I got from a friend, who has been sitting with OSHO in the early days, and was one of the women who would be sitting around OSHO, when an initiation would take place. They were there to channel energy, so the person who would get initiated, would be in a 'tunnel' of sexual and spiritual energy. OSHO is and was a Tantric Master. This is what would happen;
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Every time OSHO would sit down on the podium in Buddha hall, he would take of his slipper and put his one leg over his other. When in the initiation, he would put his foot between my friends legs, on the vitality point, against the pubic bone, thus stimulating her energy and raising her Kundalini. Did you know this? She was asked not to wear underpants too. |
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One day I brought some paintings I made to OSHO. This was the time friends were asked to design a new logo for the organization, something with swans. At the gate of his house, they were accepted. Water-paintings. Zen mountain, and a few swans. I loved them, and so did he. After a few weeks I got notice on the board. If I wanted to come to the gate of his house. When I came there I was told OSHO loved my paintings so much, he wanted them for his books, as the inside of the cover. Wow! They wanted my permission. I said YES! Of course! They never appeared in his books. Meera had her heels deep in the sand... and OSHO died not long after...
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I write this
anecdote, as it was the end of a
dream. One night, everybody had gathered in the Buddha Hall, waiting for OSHO to
come out and speak, like he did every day. But again, his personal doctor,
Amrito, came out to tell he was not coming, having health troubles.
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I have been scaring sannyassins away for years now. I was so fed up by the sectarian mind, the scare for the 'outer world', the slogans, the projections. I needed a time-out from this inbreed. Since I am writing these pages on OSHO, I realize I am a sannyassin. I think and live accordingly, in the world, and sometimes lost in it, while I rather say not. I am a seeker, wholeheartedly, but not a follower. As I quit fighting the sectarian mind, by stepping out the scene, I miss some of the great times I had, the atmosphere I have been in with Him, and the friends and women... But then, I have to keep on doing my work, go through the things I have to go through. I trust you, OSHO. You are in my heart. Allways. You are my best friend. |
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BELOVED
MASTER,
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Osho was asked for his ten
commandments.
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An
authentically religious man is an individual. |
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See also Holy men and more pictures
Important message; Rita Eide channels OSHO
(True or not, she says something relevant!)
Dilgo Kyentse
Rinpoche Tulku
With Tischa
