Tale 5 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

After this meditation camp, when I return to Bombay I find myself lost in the crowd of people. This intense longing to meet Him again has disturbed my sleep. Almost every night I see Him in my dreams, talking to me. I start writing a letter to him every day and expect a quick reply from Him. I have totally forgotten that the letter will take at least three day to reach Him, and even if He replies the same day he receives it , it will take three more days to reach me. Sometimes I feel angry at Him for driving me crazy like this--I don’t know how I am managing to keep myself together and continue my work in the office.

A couple of weeks have passed. Today I am coming down from the first floor to leave my office at 5:00pm when I hear my office peon come running behind me with a letter in his hand, which is very unusual. In the office no one bothers about anybody’s personal letters. I take the letter from him--it is from the “Beloved of my heart.” I kiss it and open it with shaking hands.

It reads like this:

“Beloved Pushpa (my name before I take sannyas)
Love. I am happy to receive your letters. Such longing for God is good because it is the totality of longing which becomes the way to reach him.

I am in Bombay on the night of the 17th, meet at 9:00pm, or I will be in Bombay again on the 21st, then you can meet at 3:00pm.

Where I will be staying, you can find from these four phone numbers.”

I am overjoyed to read the letter. It is the seventeenth today, and I decide to see Him tonight. I rush back to the office to make a phone call. while reading the letter I thought: Why has He written four phone numbers? but this man of awareness knows better! Three numbers don’t work, the fourth does, and the woman on the other end confirms His arrival and gives me the address. It is already 5:10pm. It is a matter of only four hours and I will be meeting Him again. Time passes very slowly. Almost every five to ten minutes I am looking at my watch, and curse it for moving so slowly. This waiting seems like eternity.

Osho ~ जागो मन जागरण की बेला

जागो मन जागरण की बेला |
अलस उनींदे नैन उघारो |
सतत तरंगित ज्योति निहारो |
आगत्य की आरती उतारो |
गत पीढ़ा में दुखद बिसारो |
यत किंचीत नवज्योति समेंटो |
दुःख प्रसन्न अध्याय समेंटो |
जीवन में नव कण कण तोलो |
आशा में नव प्रकरण घोलो |
आगत उद्बोधन की बेला | जागो मन जागरण की बेला |

बहुरंगी कुस्मावली कुसमित |
मादक मारुत उर्मी तरंगित |
रस्मी रास हिलोल तरंगित |
वसुधा अंचल लॉस तरंगित |
कल कुजन निर्वाद तरंगित |
नाना सौरव मदीर तरंगित |
रस ही रस छबी लॉस तरंगित |
रस ही रस नवमोद तरंगित |
जागो नवप्रमोद की बेला | जागो मन जागरण की बेला |

सीत विगत नव मधुरत आयी |
वन उपवन नव उसमा छायी |
विट्प बेली कुस्मावली आयी |
पल्लव पल्लव छबी मुस्कायी |
व्योम वितान नील छबी छायी |
मदीर सूरद चल अनील समायी |
कण कण व्यापत आनंद नुनायी |
प्रक्रिती नवोड़ा बन मुस्कायी |
जागो मन बसंत की बेला | जागो मन जागरण की बेला |

और जब जाग जाओ तभी सुबह | और जब तक सोये रहो तब तक रात |
जागे को सदा सुबह है | सोये को सदा रात |
रात्री बाहर नहीं और ना प्रभात बाहर है |
सूरज तुम्हारे भीतर उगना है | तभी होगी वास्तविक सुबह |
बाहर के सूरज उगते हि डूबते है | भितर का सूरज उगा तो डूबता नहीं |
जागो मन जागरण की बेला |
और जागरण की बेला हमेशा है | ऐसा कोई क्षण नहीं जब तुम जाग ना सको | ऐसा कोई पल नहीं जब तुम पलक ना खोल सको |
आँख बंध किये हो ये तुम्हारा निर्णय है | आँख खोलना चाहो तो ईसी क्षण क्रांती घट सकती है |
और समस्त सिद्धो ने , समस्त बुद्धो ने बार बार यही पुकारा है , बार बार यही कहा है कि चाहो तो अभी जाग जाओ |
यह स्वप्न तुम्हारे निर्मित है | यह चिंताए तुम्नेही फेंला राखी है | यह नरक तुम्नेही बसा रखा है |
तुम्हारे अतीरिक्त और कोई जिम्मेवार नहीं |
कोई दूसरा तुम्हे जगा भी न सकेगा |
कोई लाख उपाय करे , तुमने निर्णय किया हो न जागने का तो सब उपाय व्यर्थ चले जायेंगे |

Tale 4 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

At 2:00pm I reach the bungalow where He is staying. Lots of people have already arrived and are waiting to meet Him. His secretary comes, and people start going to his room, one by one. Mostly, everyone comes out within two or three minutes. Now the woman standing in front of me is going in; my turn is next. Just to see how she meets Osho, I peep in through the window when she walks in. Osho is sitting on a sofa and the floor is carpeted. The woman bows down to Osho, touches His feet and sits on the carpet. I say to myself, “This seems to be the right way to meet Him.” My heart is throbbing in excitement, and at the same time is gripped by some unknown fear. In a couple of minutes the woman comes out and I enter the room.

Osho greets me with a big smile. I simply forget everything and am pulled towards Him. I hug Him, and He receives it with such love that I feel it is not only I who has found Him, he has also found a lost child. He looks very happy and makes me sit next to Him on His left side, on the sofa. With His left hand He is caressing my back and places His right hand in my hands. I look in His eyes--they are full of love and light, and I feel that I have known this man for eternity. By His magical touch he is doing some miracle, and I come back to the normal state from that dying experience which had started when I had listened to His discourse the night before.

He asks me what I am doing in my life but I am unable to speak. He says, “Don’t be worried; everything will be okay”. By now I am able to talk, and I tell Him I am working in a transport company in Bombay.

He asks, “ Will you do my work?”

Not knowing what his work is , I simply nod my head.

He calls His secretary in and introduces me to him and tells me, “Keep in touch with him.”

In a couple of minutes I get up to leave, walk two or three steps and again look back at Him. He simply smiles, and I return and sit near his feet on the carpet.

He says, “Close you eyes,” and places His right foot on my heart centre. I feel some energy flowing through His foot and entering my body and my mind goes blank, I only hear the sound of my breath. It feels as if time has stopped. Maybe it is just a couple of minutes later that I hear His voice saying, “Come back... open your eyes slowly.” He slowly takes His foot away, and when I open my eyes He is sitting with His eyes closed. I slowly get up and slip out of the room with my heart dancing in joy. It is as if I have found some lost treasure.

Osho ~ Awareness in Sleep in Awareness

Osho : " The moment when you are dropping into sleep is the moment to encounter the unconsciousness. If you can remain out of sleep, then the unconscious will be real, because that is the line. The very line from where you drop into sleep is the line where you can encounter the unconscious.

You have been sleeping everyday, but you have not encountered sleep yet. You have not seen it: what it is, how it comes, how to drop into it. You have not known anything about it. You have been dropping daily, coming out of it, but you have not felt the moment when sleep comes to the mind and what happens.

So try this, and with three months effort, suddenly one day you will enter sleep knowingly: drop on your bed, close your eyes, and then remember, remember that sleep is coming and "I am to remain awake when the sleep comes".

It is very arduous, but it helps. One day it will not happen, another day it will not happen. Persist every day, constantly remembering that sleep is coming, and "I am not to allow it without nowing. I must be aware when sleep enters. I must go on feeling how sleep takes over, what it is."

One day sleep is there, and you are still awake. That very moment you become aware of your unconsciousness. And once you become aware of your unconsciousness you will never be asleep again during the day. Sleep will be there, but you will be awake simultaneously. A center in you will go on knowing; all around will be sleep, and the center will go on knowing. When this center is knowing, dreams become impossible. Then you are asleep in a different sense, and you will be awake in the morning in a different sense. A different quality comes by the encounter.

Note: I have tried this meditation and this phenomena has happened with me for some minutes. i have experience when sleep comes then our body temperature comes down and as if a black cloud has covered you. there are some 4-5 second time which is a transition period from waking state to dream state. if one can become aware in this transition period of 4-5 seconds then one can watch the dreams...

Osho ~ Understand the eternal music, you will understand me.

"I am a child on the seashore of time collecting seashells, coloured stones... I am tremendously fulfilled. I do not know who I am, because I am not.'

'What I am trying to say to you is a kind of music I have heard. It has not been heard verbally. It is in the sound of running water. It is in the wind passing through the pine trees. It is in the song of the birds. It is in the silence of darkness. It is in the dancing rays of the sun. It is all over the place. But it is a music, and unless you are capable of understanding this music you will not be able to understand me."

Tale 3 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

In the morning at eight o'clock, we gather again at the same place for His discourse--He will be answering our questions, and many people are handing in pieces of paper to a man who is working as His secretary. I gather courage and write down my experience, asking Him what is happening to me. I hand in my question, and sit a little away, among the others, trying to hide myself.

Here He comes again, with His beauty and grace, namastes everyone, and sitting in the lotus posture starts reading the question. My heart starts beating fast when I see my pink paper in His hand . Somehow, I am feeling ashamed, wondering what He will think about me after reading my question. To my surprise, after reading the question--actually it is not a question but a description of the experience I felt when I first heard Him... of being pulled by a magnet, a sensation like dying--He starts looking at the audience from His far left, and when His eyes rest on me, He looks no further. I bow down, frozen, knowing that He knows it is my question. He has read it to Himself, and passes on to other questions.

After the discourse is over, people are going near Him to touch His feet, and He is touching their heads. I am watching all this from the distance, not daring to go near Him. Finally, when He gets up to leave, I rush towards Him and as I approach Him He gives me a smile and says, “You wrote that ?” I nod my head in affirmation and bow down to touch His feet. He places His hand on my head, and as I get up He says, “Come and see me in the afternoon.”

Tale 2 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

I start reading His books and find myself totally unburdened of my knowledge. His words leave me alone in utter emptiness. My heart is longing to meet Him. I find the phone number and address of the centre in Bombay called “Jeevan Jagruti Kendre”. I call there and inquire about Osho and am told of the coming meditation camp at Nargol where I will be able to meet Him. I am overjoyed and wait impatiently to go to this meditation camp.

Finally, the day of His first close-up darshan-when I will be able to sit near His feet-at nargol has arrived. There are about five hundred people in the camp; it is a beautiful place on the seashore, surrounded by tall trees. I find my tree near the makeshift podium and make myself comfortable underneath it. My eyes are glued to the pathway from where He will be coming, and in few moments I see Him coming in all His beauty and grace, wearing a white lunghi and a shawl wrapped around the upper part of His body. I can literally see some kind of pure light surrounding Him. He has a magical presence, not of this world. He namastes the audience with folded hands and sits in the lotus posture on the little square table covered with a white cotton sheet.

He starts speaking, but His words are slipping away above my head. There is utter silence all around except for His voice and the sound of waves from the distance. I don’t know how long He spoke: when I open my eyes he has already gone. I am feeling something like a dying experience. He has tugged at my heart like a magnet pulling a piece of metal, and I am unable to sleep the whole night. Wandering on the seashore I look around with empty eyes. The sky is full of stars and I have never experienced such silence and beauty before. My heart wants to shout, “Where is He? I want to meet Him!”

Tale 1 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

I am twenty-six years old. It is Sunday, 21st January, 1968 and today Osho will be speaking at 4:00pm in Sunmukhananda Hall in Bombay. One of my friends, knowing my quest for truth, advises me to go and listen to Him. I have already heard so many so-called saints and mahatmas that I am disillusioned by this religious game going on in India. But somehow, Osho, who is known as Acharya Rajneesh, attracts me. I decide to go to his discourse.

At 4:00pm I find my way to the second floor balcony of Sunmukhananda Hall, which is over-crowded. Lots of people are standing on the sides near the walls and there is quite and excitement in the air. It is very noisy. This is one of the biggest auditorium in Bombay, with the capacity to hold about five thousand people. I find a seat, make myself comfortable, and try to relax.

Within minutes a man with a beard, wearing a white lunghi and shawl appears on the podium, namastes the audience with folded hands and sits down in the lotus posture. I an sitting quit far away from the podium and can hardly see His face, but my heart is throbbing with excitement in anticipation of listening to this unknown man.

In a few moments I hear His sweet but strong voice addressing the audience as “Mere Priya Atman--my beloved souls.” Suddenly there is pindrop silence in the auditorium. I experience His voice taking me into a deep relaxation and I am listening to Him in utter silence. My mind has stopped: only His voice is echoing all the questions which have been bothering me for years.

The discourse is over, my heart is dancing with joy, and I tell my friend, “He is the Master I am looking for. I have found Him.” I come out and buy a few books and a magazine called Juoti Shikha. As I open it, I see that the headline on the page reads “Acharya Rajneesh’s 36th Birthday Celebration.” I can’t believe it--I am sure it is a printing mistake and it should be “63”. I ask the girl at the counter; she laughs and says that “36” is right. I still can’t believe that I have heard the discourse of a man who is only thirty-six years old. from His speech He sounds like an ancient rishi of the times of the Upanishads.

Source ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 Buddhas

Osho ~ Mind ~ No Mind

"...Mind can exist only in one way -- in running, always running after something, but always running. In the running is the mind . The moment you stop, the mind disappears. Right now you are identified with mind. The only problem is being in the mind. And the only solution is to get beyond mind. I call it meditation...

...The mystics in the East have never bothered too much about the mind; they have developed methods to bypass the mind. Those methods are the techniques of meditation -- they are just to bypass the mind. Once we have bypass the mind, once bird's-eye view of your own mind, things start settling..."

...It was certain reason that mystics called meditation 'no-mind' because if you call it meditation, again the mind makes a goal out of it..."

Osho ~ Ecstacy ~ Aah

ECSTASY IS A LANGUAGE that man has completely forgotten. He has been forced to forget it; he has been compelled to forget it. The society is against it, the civilization is against it. The society has a tremendous investment in misery. It depends on misery, it feeds on misery, it survives on misery. The society is not for human beings. The society is using human beings as a means for itself. The society has become more important than humanity. The culture, the civilization, the church, they all have become more important. They were meant to be for man, but now they are not for man. They have almost reversed the whole process; now man exists for them.

Every child is born ecstatic. Ecstasy is natural. It is not something that happens only to great sages. It is something that everybody brings with him into the world; everybody comes with it. It is life's innermost core. It is part of being alive. Life is ecstasy. Every child brings it into the world, but then the society jumps on the child, starts destroying the possibility of ecstasy, starts making the child miserable, starts conditioning the child.

The society is neurotic, and it cannot allow ecstatic people to be here. They are dangerous for it. Try to understand the mechanism; then things will be easier.

You cannot control an ecstatic man; it is impossible. You can only control a miserable man. An ecstatic man is bound to be free. Ecstasy is freedom. He cannot be reduced to being a slave. You cannot destroy him so easily; you cannot persuade him to live in a prison. He would like to dance under the stars and he would like to walk with the wind and he would like to talk with the sun and the moon. He will need the vast, the infinite, the huge, the enormous. He cannot be seduced into living in a dark cell. You cannot make a slave out of him. He will live his own life and he will do his thing. This is very difficult for the society. If there are many ecstatic people, the society will feel it is falling apart, its structure will not hold anymore.

Those ecstatic people will be the rebels. Remember, I don't call an ecstatic person "revolutionary"; I call him a "rebel." A revolutionary is one who wants to change the society, but he wants to replace it with another society. A rebel is one who wants to live as an individual and would like there to exist no rigid social structure in the world. A rebel is one who does not want to replace this society with another society -- because all the societies have proved the same The capitalist and the communist and the fascist and the socialist, they are all cousin-brothers; it doesn't make much difference. The society is society. All the churches have proved the same -- the Hindu, the Christian, the Mohammedan.

Once a structure becomes powerful, it does not want anybody to be ecstatic, because ecstasy is against structure. Listen to it and meditate over it: ecstasy is against structure Ecstasy is rebellious. It is not revolutionary.

A revolutionary is a political man; a rebel is a religious man. A revolutionary wants another structure, of his own desire, of his own utopia, but a structure all the same. He wants to be in power. He wants to be the oppressor and not the oppressed; he wants to be the exploiter and not the exploited,he wants to rule and not be ruled. A rebel is one who neither wants to be ruled nor wants to rule. A rebel is one who wants no rule in the world. A rebel is anarchic. A rebel is one who trusts nature, not man-made structures, who trusts that if nature is left alone, everything will be beautiful. It is!

Source ~ "Ecstasy: The Forgotten Language" by Osho