Colours of Meditation

As thoughts disappear, as the mind evaporates, as time stops, and only a presence is felt----surrender happens. This is my experience. However surrendering is in no way a religious act to some higher authority, on the contrary it is an act for a deep reverence of life and one's self.

Osho has been loved, and loved tremendously, and the loving continues, not out of fear but out of gratitude. This respect is perhaps on a much higher plane than the regular relationships of love, family, friendship etc. Rather it is a transendence of them all. How so? Well aren't all relationships just merely mirrors to our selves: our minds, our dreams, our goals, our lies: our reality? For example, when a relationship is struggling and on the verge of collapse, emotions we thought we never had were released. These could have been anger, depression, oppression or others. After, we learn from these experiences, or atleast try to because they reflected something in us. Hence, they reflected our realities at the time. However, mystics reflect our potential along with our realities. Mystics stand like a fire burning the useless, leaving nothing but the essence.

When the ecstacy of meditation dawns upon an indvidual, he has no where to turn but to whom inspired him to do so. Like a catalyst, between pure conciousness and our minds, mystics are excuses for us to go inwards.

Osho brings a revolution, an upheaval of traditional beliefs and the rebellion of modern man.

Strange are his ways, new is his style, real as he is : misunderstood by the masses. Zorba the Buddha? Sex and meditation? Money and spirituality? And on top of all that, Sannyas? Wow !


This locket with his picture on it? What is this from a man speaking decades against the stupidity of organized religions, their dogmatic belief systems and outter symbols?

Haha, this is a joke and a benediction both together. On the one hand we can play the game without entering the game, and hence never playing at all. On the other hand, we can play the game and play to its totality, ending the game forever.

Sannyas is the game of truth, the truth to find out who you are. It sounds practical in words, but in play it is a fearful journey. So you think flying to the moon is dangerous? Climbing Everest is the ultimate risk? Hmm... Try and put a mirror to your mind and see how you react, but see if you can do it first. What if the journey is completely unknown to you, what if this path is pathless? What if logic and science are no longer relavant during the inward revolution? What if death is merely a facade, a lie, to the truth of death every moment?

Trembling? Yes, the journey is unknown, but the mystics have travelled it. No they cannot physically pull you out, but they can whisper in your ears and lure you out. Yes they know the path, but every path is different according to every individual. The mystic is on the peak and can see all paths, even though they travelled one way.

But with Osho is a totally new spirituality, an ocean of conciousness and methods of "each according to their type". With Osho all the mystics of the past our born again, from Kabir, to Monsieur and Rumee, to Nanak, to Francis and Jesus, to Tilopa, and even those alive in his lifetime, like J. Krishnamurti and Ramkrishna. The list is endless, and bound to be so.





With Osho, exist all the colours of meditation......

Amrits