Swami Anand Arun, , June 2010
I am reminded of those days in my childhood, growing up in a small village in East Nepal - I used to spend hours alone in green fields with my cow Gothu. She was very kind and was my friend for the time until we left the village and went to the capital city Kathmandu. My parents took good care of her, milked her every evening and during the day I used to take her out into the fields to graze. I used to sit down on the grass for hours gazing at the white clouds changing their shapes in the vast blue sky, and sometimes vanishing into the sky. Sometimes I used to stare directly at the sun for long to see if I could find out if the sun is on fire. The more I watched the sun, the more it became darker until I would see a dark sun; then I would look around, everything would be dark: the trees, the field, Gothu,- all seemed dark, as if suddenly it was a pitch black night.
When our Master Osho left his body, similar thing must have happened. The sannyasins that were being showered with divine light in Osho’s physical presence went into a sudden darkness after his death. And in this panic many sannyasins rushed to find every little source of light they could find. Many sannyasins joined different living gurus of different traditions and there were many who decided to hibernate in their own solitude seeing His death as the end of everything. However, there were some who were connected with him before his death, despite being thousands of miles away from his physical presence. These few Osho lovers continued the Caravan. Even after leaving his physical body, Osho continued to shower flowers onto them, and their fragrance attracted many new bees who were searching Osho in Osho’s books, his meditation techniques and his discourses.
I had read a few books of Osho and had been meditating for
several years but the experience of feeling his presence changed everything. My
life was divided at that very moment into past, which became meaningless, and
present & future, which were to be blissful and adventurous. It happened in
Osho Tapoban- a buddhafield where every tree, every flower, every rock was in
meditation, and during evening celebration it felt like they were all
celebrating with us. The pull of energy was intoxicating and hypnotic.
It is 6 years now since that timeless experience. The
experience has remained as an undercurrent inspiring me each day to create a
similar space in America. I have been in this country for nearly 4 years,
trying to understand people, their choices, their desires, their inspirations
and their frustrations of everyday life. Being a physician trained in Western
Medicine, I am constantly in contact with people here, their depression and
their hopes, their beliefs and their misery.
Many Osho lovers here in the US have asked me and argued
with me in the last few years about sannyas. They argue what change it would bring
in their lives if they took sannyas- since they meditate regularly and love
Osho immensely and keep him in their heart, what difference would changing name
to some fancy Sanskrit name and getting a mala with Osho’s picture in it make.
I met an Osho lover who was sharing her experience after attending a camp
facilitated by Swami Arun here in the US. She was telling me how Osho is against
rules, and why we should stop wearing robes and malas. I also met another Osho
lover who had been meditating and following Osho for 12 years, but recently
felt like being a sannyasin and ordered a mala online from Osho Viha. It was
very depressing for me to see such a powerful esoteric phenomenon, sannyas,
being reduced to an online shopping experience. It felt like buying a lover
from eBay, anyone who is in love would understand, it would be like making love
to a prostitute. And Osho has spoken many times on various occasions how he
would not be able to work upon anyone without their permission, without
surrender, without sannyas.
Osho’s last words have been said to be, ‘I leave you my
dream”, a dream to make the whole earth a buddhafield. To create a milieu for
sannyas, to taste the experience of energy field of Osho mala - something more
than household daily meditations is needed. A buddhafield is needed - an energy
field created by a group of people synced in their hearts , in total love and
trust with an enlightened Master, singing, dancing, meditating together . It’s
a place where heart takes over mind and mysteries of the beyond start to
reveal.
We have to create
this buddhafield in America. And more than money and space, a group of
people is needed; people who care less about money and space and more about
melting with Osho and expressing his message through meditations, through
music, through dance and laughter. We need friends who are ready to fly with
Osho.
I have been helping our small center - Osho Sadhana
Meditation Center in Astoria, New York for the last few years inviting people,
sharing meditation techniques, books, cds on Osho meditations. And there have
been many beautiful Osho sannyasins - Sw. Arun, Sw. Vedant, Sw. Keerti, Ma
Jyoti - who were coming to help us grow here in America, to inspire us to
meditate and spread Osho’s message. And after 4 years of inspiration, I finally
feel the time is NOW. After our recent visits to Ithaca and meeting beautiful
people who were ready to jump into a community of loving, growing, meditating
people, after the recent July camp where many people new to Osho expressed
their desire to be in a community of Osho lovers, I feel ….
My beloved Swami Arun has been coming every year with a beautiful
flower and some seeds from Tapoban, to share the fragrance of a buddhafield
with us. Every year he would tell us about the flower, show us the seeds and go
back with the flower and the seeds, hoping someday we will prepare the soil for
the seeds to be sown. For years, we have been carrying Osho’s torch here in
America talking about the flower, talking and spreading stories about the
flower, our whole year would be spent on discussing how beautiful the flower
was and how we lack such flowers here in America and how we can invite Swamiji
again to feel, see, smell the fragrance of the beautiful flower again next
year, not caring about the soil at all. But things are changing, and change is
happening very fast. The soil in America is now getting ready for those seeds
again. Many new Osho lovers are feeling the need of a strong community to
meditate, sing, dance and live together. Many Osho lovers are ready to fly with
him. Soon we will have flowers in this land arid of meditation; soon we will
spread fragrance of the buddhafield all around the world from here.
I am sharing this beautiful video, watch it with an open
heart, it’s where we are now, it’s where sannyas is here in America and it’s where
it is going. Time is coming when we will be inviting hundreds of people to
festivals of Osho meditation and music. Soon artists, musicians and seekers
will flock from all around singing...
Osho, with you, we fly , we fly ….Osho, with you we fly, we
fly….
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