tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140719622024-03-07T21:26:01.475+05:30Welcome To the Cyber Communerohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-63076220051400663562007-05-29T07:59:00.000+05:302007-05-29T08:06:13.683+05:30The New Man : Zorba The Buddha<ul><li>I call the new man Zorba the Buddha, for the simple reason that to me materialism and spiritualism are not separate, they are inseparable. The moment you make them separate, you make humanity sick. And all analysis is separation, division.</li><li>There is no need -- you are already existing in unity, your body and your soul are existing together in tremendous harmony. But if you are being told to be against the body, fight the body, control the body, inhibit the desires of the body, then naturally you are going to become schizophrenic. And the whole of humanity is in that situation.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">- From Bondage to Freedom, Osho</span><br /></li></ul>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1366399020015332602007-03-08T05:39:00.000+05:302007-03-08T05:41:27.930+05:30Osho International Meditation Resort<ul><li>Watch the video below to know a bit about Osho International Meditation Resort : </li></ul><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_aTWw3PJ4w"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_aTWw3PJ4w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-37822013402611376832007-03-08T05:05:00.000+05:302007-03-08T05:08:22.532+05:30Osho : Meditations for Contemporary People<ul><li>Watch the Video below in which Osho is talking about meditation techniques for Contemporary People : </li></ul><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeEDKBxkNgM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeEDKBxkNgM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1141700014046932322006-03-07T08:17:00.000+05:302006-07-08T18:59:16.406+05:30Body : Something You Leave BehindReceived this very good Meditation Tip Of The Day from <a href="http://www.deeshan.com">www.Deeshan.com</a> :<br /><br /><br />In Tibetan, the word for body is "lu", which means "something you leave<br />behind", like baggage. Each time we say "lu", it reminds us that we are only<br />travellers, taking temporary refuge in this life and this body.<br /><br />Sogyal Rinpocherohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1135482422316941442005-12-25T09:09:00.002+05:302009-09-10T09:50:25.472+05:30Meditation : First and Last Freedom<b class="h1">Here is the Editorial Review of the book ' Meditation : First & Last Freedom ' at Amazon : <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0312169272/ref=pd_sxp_f/103-3750095-7796637?s=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;v=glance&n=283155">Click here for the book details at amazon</a> & read my answer to the reviewer below :<br />
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</b><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/meditation.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/400/meditation.0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><b class="h1">Editorial Reviews </b><br />
<b>From Library Journal</b><br />
Better known as Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, Osho was a controversial guru from India who attracted a large Western following in the mid-Seventies and Eighties. Although Osho rejects intellectual understanding as a valid approach to meditation, he considers one of the main benefits of meditation to be "intelligence: the ability to respond." Scorning religion and society as barriers to enlightenment, Osho fails to give credit to the traditional concepts he borrows from Hinduism, Zen Buddhism, Taoism, Sufi mysticism, and tantrum tradition. He presents smoking, shaking, laughing, crying, and sexual activity as meditative exercises that can lead students of meditation to inner freedom. Readers will find little of substance in this collection of discourses based on sloppy thinking, off-color humor, and gender stereotyping. Not recommended.<br />
Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc.<i>--This text refers to the <a class="product" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312148208/ref=dp_proddesc_1/103-3750095-7796637?%5Fencoding=UTF8&n=283155&v=glance">Hardcover</a> edition.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Here i would like to say something about the review:</span></i><br />
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</span></i><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reviewer :</span> Osho fails to give credit to the traditional concepts he borrows from Hinduism, Zen Buddhism, Taoism, Sufi mysticism, and tantrum tradition."<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me : </span>Really? ; - ) Osho offered the essence of all these traditional concepts to humanity. Isn't it a big credit in itself?<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Reviewer :</span> He presents smoking, shaking, laughing, crying, and sexual activity as meditative exercises that can lead students of meditation to inner freedom......<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me : </span>Meditation is an inner science & all meditation techniques works on body/mind unity to give us the taste of beyond. So, osho was one of the most scientific master and that makes him very respectable & lovable.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Reviewer :</span> Readers will find little of substance in this collection of discourses based on sloppy thinking, off-color humor, and gender stereotyping. <i></i>Not recommended.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me : </span></i><i><span style="font-weight: bold;">"sloppy thinking, off-color humour & gender stereotying!"<br />
Very funny!<br />
Have you read the book? Are you sure that you were not drunk when reading this book. ; - )</span></i><br />
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</span>First of all, any writer/editor/librarian is not a right person to talk about a spiritual master like osho. You need to be an enlightened master yourself to have the clarity of vision & only then you can say anything about a master like osho.<br />
Secondly, it would be better if you had offered the reasoning behind this conclusion. Your conclusion is coming from your prejudiced mind. So, first go beyond your social conditioning then you will be in a state to see things clearly.<br />
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If you find my blogpost anyhow, i would like to hear your reasoning behind this imaginative conclusion.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Final Conclusion :</span> This is one of the most scientific book on Meditation & i'm saying it because these techniques proved to be very useful to me in finding blissful source within.<br />
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And in osho's words (it's good that you added osho's comments with your review) : Osho's words on the discipline of meditation :<br />
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Meditation is an adventure, the greatest adventure the human mind can undertake. Meditation is just to be, not doing anything--no action, no thought, no emotion. You just are and it is a sheer delight. From where does this delight come when you are not doing anything? It comes from nowhere, or it comes from everywher. It is uncaused, because existence is made of the stuff called joy!<br />
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Meditation is not an Indian method; it is not simply a technique. You cannot learn it. It is a growth: a growth of your total living, outo f your total living. Meditation is not something that can be added to you as you are. It cannot be added to you; it can only come to you through a basic transformation, a mutation. It is a flowering, a growth. Growth is always from the total' it is not an addition. Just like love, it cannot be added to you.<br />
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It grows out of you, out of your totality.<br />
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You must grow toward meditation.</i><i></i></i>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1133604029798868852005-12-03T15:26:00.001+05:302009-09-10T09:50:58.465+05:30True Education<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/Oregon133.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/400/Oregon133.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> When one person is defeated and the other has won, we garland the one who has won and disregard the one who is defeated. This is a sign of a perverted mind. This is a sign of a violent and a wicked mind. After all, what is so great that makes you garland a winner and disregard the one who is defeated? Don't you see the diseased mind of the person doing this? Should there be love and sympathy for the man who is defeated or not? Or should we become full of respect for the winner?<br />
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If the education was right, love and respect towards the defeated would arise. One would feel amazed upon seeing this person who wanted to win, who wanted to defeat someone. What a violent attitude this man must have! There is violence in defeating someone, there is hatred in defeating someone. The very effort to defeat someone is a proof of a perverted mind, proof of a diseased mind. But we always respect the one who wins, we disregard the one who is defeated. Why? – because we ourselves want to win. We are supporters of those who have won because we also want to win. In our mind also the same interest in winning is working. We are also interested in sitting on the chest of another person, so we garland the one who succeeds and forget the one who has fallen; there is no value in a defeated person. This is fundamentally wrong... <i><br />
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No wise person would want to sit on the chest of another person. No wise person would like to bring someone else down to his feet or be his owner. All these things are desired by the diseased and inferior man residing within us.<br />
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The mental states of inferiority and weaknesses within us – the lameness and blindness – want to be hidden. We are running to hide them and to prove that the whole world is wrong, that we are alright. We have proved our might, and we are trying to prove to others that we are not weak or<br />
wanting. This is the race of the inferior mind.<br />
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osho : Revolution in Education, Chapter 3 </i>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1130819966834075492005-11-01T10:04:00.001+05:302009-09-10T09:51:19.626+05:30Shambhu Babu<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/shambhu%20Dube1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/shambhu%20Dube1.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> Picture : Pandit Shambhuratan Dube<br />
The man I was talking about, his full name was Pandit Shambhuratan Dube. We all used to call him Shambhu Babu. He was a poet, and rare in that he was not eager to be published. That is very rare in a poet. I have come across hundreds of the tribe, and they are all so eager to be published that poetry becomes secondary. I call any ambitious person a politician, and Shambhu Dube was not ambitious.<br />
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He was not an elected vice-president either, because to be elected you have to at least stand for election. He was nominated by the president, who was just holy cow-dung, as I have said before, and he wanted some men with intelligence to do his work. The president was an absolute cow-dung, and he had been in office for years. Again and again he had been chosen by other cow-dungs.<br />
In India, to be a holy cow-dung is a great thing -- you become a Mahatma; and this president was almost a Mahatma, and as bogus as they all are, otherwise they would not be Mahatmas in the first place. Why should a man of creativity and intelligence choose to be a cow-dung? Why should he be at all interested in being worshipped? I will not even mention the name of the holy cow-dung; it is filthy. He had nominated Shambhu Babu as his vice-president, and I think that was the only good thing that he did in his whole life. Perhaps he did not know what he was doing -- cow-dungs are not conscious people.<br />
The moment Shambhu Babu and I saw each other, something happened; what Carl Gustav Jung calls "synchronicity." I was just a child; not only that, wild too. I was fresh from the woods, uneducated and undisciplined. We had nothing in common. He was a man of power and very respected by the people, not because he was a cow-dung but because he was such a strong man, and if you were not respectful to him, some day you might suffer for it. And his memory was very, very good. Everybody was really afraid of him and so they were all respectful, and I was just a child.<br />
Apparently there was nothing in common with us. He was the vice-president of the whole village, the president of the lawyers' association, the president of the rotary club, and so on and so forth. He was either the president or the vice-president of many committees. He was everywhere, and he was a well-educated man. He had the highest degrees in law, but he did not practice law in that village.<br />
Don't be worried about the noisy devils working outside -- after all they are my disciples. If I initiate devils into sannyas what can you expect? I have been taking all the disciples from Beelzebub. That was the name Gurdjieff used to call the devil, Beelzebub. But I would like to tell Gurdjieff that Beelzebub is losing hundreds of disciples every day. But they have been with Beelzebub for so long that they have learned his technology. I am not against technology, I love it. That is why Beelzebub's disciples find it easy to become my disciples, very easy, because they continue the same work under me that they used to do for ugly Beelzebub.<br />
So don't be worried if I am not. In fact all their noises give such a beautiful background to what I am saying to you... of course, a sort of Picasso background, a little nightmarish. But sometimes nightmares can be beautiful, and one can feel sorry when they are ended. And what they are doing may not sound beautiful, but they are doing my work. Naturally Beelzebub is very angry... they are his disciples and using all his technology for me.<br />
Science is a little devilish. You are medically trained, so in a way you are part of Beelzebub's technology. Forgive those poor fellows -- they are doing their best, and as far as I am concerned, when I am speaking nothing matters.<br />
I was saying -- look at the background, and the silence -- if one knows, then one can use Beelzebub as a servant.<br />
I was telling you about Shambhu Dube, Shambhu Babu. He was a poet, but never published his poetry while he was still alive. He was a great story-writer too, and by chance a famous film director became acquainted with him and his stories. Now Shambhu Babu is dead but a great film has been made using one of his stories, MUGLE AZAM -- "The Great Mogul." It won many awards, both national and international. Alas he is no more. He was my only friend in that place.<br />
Glimpses of a Golden Childhood, Ch. 21rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1130236795029850272005-10-25T16:06:00.001+05:302009-09-10T09:51:52.577+05:30Be an emperor within yourself<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/sadhu_vasudev_jaggi.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/sadhu_vasudev_jaggi.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> Picture : Sadhu Vasudeva Jaggi<br />
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To be spiritual means to be an emperor within yourself. This is the only way to be. Is there any other way to be? Consciously, would anybody choose to seek something from someone or something else? Maybe out of his helplessness he seeks, but consciously would anybody choose to do this? <br />
<a name='more'></a>Wouldn't every human being want to be that way, where he is one hundred percent within himself? It doesn't mean you have to become totally self-sufficient. Always there is interdependence, but within yourself everything is there: you don't have to seek outside. Even somebody's company is not needed for you. If another person needs it, you will give it, but by yourself, you don't need anybody's company. This means you're no more a beggar within. Only for external things, maybe you will have to go to the world outside. This is ultimate freedom.<br />
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Spirituality is not for pussycats. You cannot do anything else in your life, but think you can be spiritual, this is not so. Only if you can take up and do anything in this world, then there is a possibility that you may be fit for spirituality, not otherwise. If you have the strength and the courage to just take up anything in the world and do it well, then maybe you can be spiritual. This is not for people who cannot do anything else. Right now, this is the impression that the whole country has - probably the whole world has - that only useless, good-for-nothing people become spiritual people, because the so-called spiritual people have become like that. People who are incapable of doing anything or people who cannot bear the ups and downs of life, all they have to do is to wear the ochre clothes and sit in front of the temple and their life is made. That's not spirituality. That's just begging in uniform. If you have to conquer your consciousness, if you have to reach the peak of your consciousness, as a beggar you can never reach there.<br />
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There are two kinds of beggars. Gautama, the Buddha, and people of that order are the highest kind of beggars. All others are plain beggars. I would say the beggar on the street and the king sitting on the throne are both beggars. They are continuously asking for something from the outside. The beggar on the street might be asking for money, food or shelter. The king might be asking for happiness, or conquering another kingdom or some such nonsense. Do you see, everybody is begging for something? Gautama begged only for his food, for the rest he was self-sufficient. All others, the only thing they don't beg for is food. For everything else they beg. Their whole life is begging. Only food they earn. A spiritual person has earned everything else from within, only for food he begs. Whichever way you think is better, be that way. Whichever way you think is a more powerful way to live, live that way.<br />
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Once it is like this, this person leads a different way of life. Once there is no hankering, once there is no need within him, only then he knows what love is, only then he knows what joy is, only then he knows what it means to really share. Now, sharing is, "You don't have to give me anything because I don't need anything from you, but anyway, I will share this with you." Setting up a whole life of barter may be convenient, but it is the way of the weak. This weakness is the first thing that has to go if you want to meet Shiva. If you want to meet Him, you better be on His terms. He is not going to come and meet a mere beggar. You either need to learn to meet Him on His terms or dissolve; these are the only two ways. Gnana and bhakthi mean just this. Bhakthi means you make yourself a zero, then you meet Him. Gnana means you meet Him on His terms: you become infinite. Otherwise, there is no chance of a meeting.<br />
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Love, or bhakthi, looks like a much easier path. It is, but there are more pitfalls on that path than in gnana. With gnana, you know where you are going, you know if you fall. In bhakthi, you don't know. Even if you have fallen into a pit you will not know; that is the way it is. Even if you're trapped by your own illusions, you will not know. In gnana, it is not like this. Every step that you take, you know. Every step of growth, you know; every step backwards, you also know. I cannot say it is a hard path, but it's the path of the courageous, not of the weaklings. The weaklings can never make it, but everybody has the possibility of making it. Everybody has the capacity to do it if they rise above their limitations. It is just about whether they are willing to do it or not, that is all.<br />
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The way we think is the way we become. Whatever you hold as the highest, naturally all your energies get drawn towards that. A person who wants to walk the spiritual path has to make it that way in his mind, that this is the highest, that "this is the first and last thing that I want in my life." So, naturally all his energies are oriented towards it. Only then the moment-to-moment struggle is gone and you don't have to struggle to correct yourself.<br />
More..<br />
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Universal Vision<br />
Drop all conclusions about God<br />
To Be an Emperor Within Yourself<br />
Yoga - Taking the Next Step<br />
Women on the Path of Freedom<br />
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Conversations with the Master.<br />
This book is a rare gimpse of undiluted truth for those who seek truth beyond solace and who are willing to abandon sensibilities for the sacred. Sadhguru presents a possibility for the strong-hearted to transcend the crippling conditioning of one's past and awaken the absolute - the ultimate fulfillment.<br />
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Sadhu Vasudeva Jaggirohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129896275607202242005-10-21T17:30:00.001+05:302009-09-10T09:52:29.729+05:30Vincent Van Gogh<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/vangogh31.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/vangogh31.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> Portrait : Vincent Van Gogh<br />
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Excerpt from Osho Books:<br />
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Nobody purchased Vincent van Gogh's paintings. During his whole life not a single painting was sold, but that didn't matter; he enjoyed himself. If they sold, good; if they did not sell, good. The real prize was not in their being sold and appreciated, the real prize was in the painter's creating of them. In that very creation he has attained his goal. In the moment of creation he becomes divine. You become God whenever you create.You have heard it said again and again that God created the world. I tell you one thing more: whenever YOU create something you become a small God in your own right. If God is the creator then to be creative is the only way to reach him. Then you become a participant, then you are no more a spectator.<br />
<a name='more'></a>Van Gogh, appreciated or not, lived a tremendously beautiful life in his inner world -- very colourful. The real prize is not when a painting is sold and critics appreciate it all over the world -- that is just a booby prize. The real prize is when the painter is creating it, when the painter is lost in his painting, when the dancer has dissolved into his dance, when the singer has forgotten who he is and the song throbs. THERE is the real prize, THERE is the attainment.In the outside world you depend on others. In the public life, in the political life, you depend on others, you are a slave. In the private life you start becoming a master of your own being.<br />
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All geniuses are bound to be thought of by the world in this way... "Something has gone wrong with these poor people."Vincent Van Gogh, one of the Dutch painters, could not sell a single painting in his whole life. Now only two hundred paintings have survived out of thousands that he painted, because nobody took care of them. He was simply distributing them to friends; nobody would purchase them. People were afraid even to hang his paintings in their sitting rooms because whoever would see them would think that they were crazy: what kind of painting are you hanging here? People were taking them -- not to hurt him -- thanking him, and throwing his paintings into their basements so nobody would see.Now each of his paintings is worth a million dollars. What happened in one hundred years?The man himself was forced into a mad asylum when he was only thirty-two. And he was forced because of his painting -- he was not harmful, he was not violent, he was not doing anything to anybody. But anybody who looked at his paintings was absolutely certain that this man was mad and unreliable. He should be put in a madhouse. If he could paint these things, he might do anything...."For example, he always painted stars as spirals. Even other painters told him, "Stars are not spirals!"He said, "I also see the stars. I see that they are not spirals, but the moment I start painting them something in me says so strongly that they are spirals. The distance is so vast... that's why your eyes cannot see exactly what their shape is. And the voice is so strong. I am simply unable to do anything else but what my inner being says to do."And now physicists have discovered that stars are spirals. It has gone like a shock throughout the world of painters, that only one painter in the whole history of man had some inner contact and communication with the stars -- and that was a man who was thought to be mad. And because he was thought to be mad, nobody was ready to give him any service.Every week, his brother used to give him enough money to last for seven days. And he was fasting three days in a week and eating four days -- because that was the only way to purchase canvas and colors and brushes to paint. Painting was more important than life.He committed suicide at the age of thirty-three. Just after his release from the madhouse, he painted only one painting, which they had prevented him from painting in the madhouse. He wanted to paint the sun. It took him one year. He lost his eyes... the burning sun, the hot sun, and the whole day long he would be watching all the colors, from the morning till the evening, from the sunrise to the sunset. He wanted the painting to contain everything about the sun, the whole biography of the sun.Everybody who was sympathetic to him told him, "This is too much. Just studying it one day is enough; it is the same sun."Van Gogh said, "You don't know. It is never the same. You have never looked at it. I have never seen the same sunrise twice, never seen the same sunset again. And I want my painting to be a biography."One year... the whole day watching the sun... He lost his eyes, but he painted.And when the painting was complete, he wrote a small letter to his brother: "I am not committing suicide out of any despair -- because I am one of the most successful men in the world. I have done whatever I wanted to do in spite of the whole world condemning me. But this was my last wish, to paint the whole biography of the sun in one painting. It is completed today. I am immensely joyful, and now there is no need to live. I was living to paint; painting was my life, not breathing."And he shot himself dead.You cannot categorize him with ordinary suicides. It is not a suicide -- out of despair, out of sadness, out of failure -- no. Out of immense success, out of total fulfillment, seeing that now, why unnecessarily go on living and waiting for death?... "I have done the work that I wanted to do."Every creative artist has to understand this: the moment people start thinking about him that he is a little bit off center, that something is loose in his head, he should rejoice that he has crossed the boundary of the mundane and the mediocre. Now he has grown the wings which others don't have.<br />
Beyond Enlightenment, Ch. 19<br />
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The first book today is Irving Stone's LUST FOR LIFE. It is a novel based on the life of Vincent van Gogh. Stone has done such a tremendous work that I don't remember anybody else doing the same. Nobody has written so intimately about somebody else, as if he is writing from his very own being.LUST FOR LIFE is not just a novel, it is a spiritual book. It is spiritual in my sense, because to me all dimensions of life have to be incorporated into a single synthesis; only then one is spiritual. The book is written so beautifully that the possibility that even Irving Stone will be able to transcend it is remote.After that book he wrote many others, and my second book today is also by Irving Stone. I count it second because it is secondary, not of the quality of LUST FOR LIFE. It is THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY, again based on another life in the same way. Perhaps Stone was thinking that he would be able to create another LUST FOR LIFE, but he failed. Although he failed, the book stands second -- not to any other but to his own. There are hundreds of novels written on the lives of artists, poets, painters, but none of them reaches even to the height of the second book, what to say of the first. Both are beautiful, but the first is of transcendental beauty.<br />
Books I have loved, Ch. 13<br />
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Recommended Book : <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0452262496/103-3439616-4590223?v=glance">http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0452262496/103-3439616-4590223?v=glance</a>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129790468548623552005-10-20T11:44:00.001+05:302009-09-10T09:52:53.142+05:30Osho's Parents<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/parents1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/parents1.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> Thousands of fools are making love around the earth, around the clock. Millions of unborn souls are ready to enter into any womb, whatsoever. I waited seven hundred years for the right moment, and I thank existence that I found it. Seven hundred years are nothing compared to the millions and millions of years ahead. Only seven hundred years -- yes, I am saying only -- and I chose a very poor couple but a very intimate one.I don't think my father ever looked at another woman with the same love he had for my mother.<br />
<a name='more'></a> It is also impossible to imagine -- even for me, who can imagine all kinds of things -- that my mother, even in her dreams, had another man... impossible! I have known both of them; they were so close, so intimate, so fulfilled although so poor... poor yet rich. They were rich in their poverty because of their intimacy, rich because of their love for each other.Fortunately, I never saw my mother and father fighting. I say "fortunately" because it is very difficult to find a husband and wife not fighting. When they have time for love only God knows, or maybe He doesn't know either; after all, He has to take care of His own wife... particularly the Hindu God. At least the Christian God is in a happier state of affairs: He has no wife at all, no woman at all, what to say of a wife? Because a woman is more dangerous than a wife. A wife, you can tolerate, but a woman... you are a fool again! You cannot tolerate a woman, she "attracts" you; a wife "distracts" you.Look at my English! Put it in inverted commas so nobody misunderstands me -- although whatsoever you do everyone is going to misunderstand me. But try, put it in inverted commas: the wife "distracts," the woman "attracts."I have never seen my father and mother fight, not even nagging. People talk about miracles; I have seen a miracle: my mother did not nag my father. It is a miracle, because for centuries woman has been bossed so much by man that she has learned underhand practices -- she nags. Nagging is violence in disguise, masked violence. I never saw my mother and father in any fighting situation.I was worried about my mother when my father died. I could not believe that she would be able to survive. They had loved each other so much, they had almost become one. She survived only because she also loves me.<br />
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Glimpses of a Golden Childhood, Ch. 2<br />
----------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129520741968749982005-10-17T09:06:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:41:52.650+05:30Magga Baba<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/magga_baba1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/magga_baba1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Picture : Magga Baba<br /><br />Magga Baba never said anything about his own life, but he said many things about life. He was the first man who told me, "Life is more than what it appears to be. Don't judge by its appearances but go deep down into the valleys where the roots of life are." He would suddenly speak, and suddenly he would be silent. That was his way. There was no way to persuade him to speak: either he spoke or not. He would not answer any questions, and the conversations between us two were an absolute secret. Nobody knew about it. This is for the first time that I am saying it.<br />I have heard many great speakers, and he was just a poor man, but his words were pure honey, so sweet and nourishing, and so pregnant with meaning. "But," he told me, "you are not to tell anybody that I have been speaking to you, until I die, because many people think I am deaf. It is good for me that they think so. Many think that I am mad -- that is even better as far as I am concerned. Many who are very intellectual try to figure out what I say, and it is just gibberish."<br />I wonder, when I hear the meaning that they have derived from it. I say to myself, `My God! If these people are the intellectuals, the professors, the pundits, the scholars, then what about the poor crowd? I had not said anything, yet they have made up so many things out of nothing, just like soap bubbles.'" For some reason, or maybe for no reason at all, he loved me.<br />I have had the fortune to be loved by many strange people. Magga Baba is the first on my list.<span class="fullpost"><br />The whole day he was surrounded by people. He was really a free man, yet not even free to move a single inch because people were holding on to him. They would put him into a rickshaw and take him away wherever they wanted. Of course he would not say no, because he was pretending to be either deaf or dumb or mad. And he never uttered any word that could be found in any dictionary. Obviously he could not say yes or no; he would simply go.<br />Once or twice he was stolen. He disappeared for months because people from another town had stolen him. When the police found him and asked him whether he wanted to return, of course he did his thing again. He said some nonsense, "YUDDLE FUDDLE SHUDDLE...."<br />The police said, "This man is mad. What are we going to write in our reports: `YUDDLE FUDDLE SHUDDLE'? What does it mean? Can anyone make any sense out of it?" So he remained there until he was stolen back again by a crowd from the original town. That was my town where I was living soon after the death of my grandfather.<br />I visited him almost every night without fail, under his neem tree, where he used to sleep and live. Even when I was sick and my grandmother would not allow me to go out, even then, during the night when she was asleep, I would escape. But I had to go; Magga Baba had to be visited at least once each day. He was a kind of spiritual nourishment.<br />He helped me tremendously although he never gave any directions except by his very being. Just by his very presence he triggered unknown forces in me, unknown to me. I am most grateful to this man Magga Baba, and the greatest blessing of all was that I, a small child, was the only one to whom he used to speak. Those moments of privacy, knowing that he spoke to no one else in the whole world, were tremendously strengthening, vitalizing.<br />If sometimes I would go to him and somebody else was present, he would do something so terrible that the other person would escape. For example he would throw things, or jump, or dance like a madman, in the middle of the night. Anybody was bound to become afraid -- after all, you have a wife, children, and a job, and this man seems to be just mad; he could do anything. Then, when the person had gone we would both laugh together.<br />I have never laughed like that with anybody else, and I don't think it is going to happen again in this lifetime... and I don't have any other life. The wheel has stopped. Yes, it is running a little bit, but that is only past momentum; no new energy is being fed into it.<br />Magga Baba was so beautiful that I have not seen any other man who can be put by his side. He was just like a Roman sculpture, just perfect. Even more perfect than any sculpture can be, because he was alive -- so full of life, I mean. I don't know whether it is possible to meet a man like Magga Baba again, and I don't want to either because one Magga Baba is enough, more than enough.<br />He was so satisfying and who cares for repetition? And I know perfectly, one cannot be higher than that. I myself have come to the point where you cannot go any higher. Howsoever high you go, you are still on the same height. In other words, there comes a moment in spiritual growth which is untranscendable. That moment is called, paradoxically, the transcendental.<br />The day he left for the Himalayas was the first time he called me. During the night somebody came to my house and knocked on the door. My father opened it and the man said that Magga Baba wanted me.<br />My father said, "Magga Baba? What has he to do with my son? Moreover he never speaks, so how could he call for him?"<br />The man said, "I am not concerned about anything else. This was all I had to convey. Please tell the person concerned. If it happens to be your son, that is not my business." And the man disappeared.<br />My father woke me in the middle of the night and said, "Listen, this is something: Magga Baba wants you. In the first place he does not speak...."<br />I laughed because I knew he spoke to me, but I did not tell my father.<br />He went on, "He wants you right now, in the middle of the night. What do you want to do? Do you want to go to this madman?"I said, "I have to go."<br />He said, "Sometimes I think that you are a little mad too. Okay, go, and lock the door from the outside so that you don't disturb me again when you come in."<br />I rushed, I ran. This was the first time he had called me. When I got to him I said, "What's the matter?"<br />He said, "This is my last night here. I am leaving perhaps for ever. You are the only one I have spoken to. Forgive me, I had to speak to that man I sent to you, but he knows nothing. He does not know me as a spiritual man. He was a stranger and I bribed him simply by giving him one rupee, and told him to deliver the message to your house."<br />In those days, one gold rupee was too much. Forty years ago in India one gold rupee was almost enough to live on, in perfect comfort, for one month. Do you know the English word "rupee" comes from the Hindi word rupaiya which means "the golden." In fact the paper note should not be called a rupee; it is not golden. At least the fools could have painted it in golden colors, but they didn't even do that. One rupee, of those days, is almost seven hundred rupees of today. So much has changed in just forty years. Things have become seven hundred times costlier.<br />He said, "I just gave him one rupee and told him to deliver the message. He was so bewildered by the rupee that he did not even look at me. He was a stranger -- I have never seen him before."<br />I said, "I can also say the same. I have never seen the man either in this town; perhaps he is a passer-by. But there is no need to be worried about it. Why did you have to call me?"<br />Magga Baba said, "I am leaving and there is nobody whom I could call to say goodbye to. You are the only one." He hugged me, kissed my forehead, said goodbye and went away, just like that.<br />Magga Baba had disappeared many times in his life -- people had taken him and brought him back again -- so when he disappeared last, nobody bothered much. Only after a few months did people become aware that he had really disappeared, that he had not come back for many months. They started looking around the places he had been before but nobody knew about him.<br />That night, before he disappeared he told me, "I may not be able to see you blossom to a flower but my blessings will be with you. It may not be possible for me to return. I am going to the Himalayas. Don't say anything to anybody about my whereabouts." He was so happy when he was saying this to me, so blissful that he was going to the Himalayas. The Himalayas have always been the home of all those who have searched and found.<br />I didn't know where he had gone because the Himalayas is the biggest range of mountains in the world, but once while traveling in the Himalayas I came to a place which seemed to be his grave. Strange to say it was by the side of Moses and Jesus. Those two persons are also buried deep in the Himalayas. I had gone there to see the grave of Jesus; it was just a coincidence that I found Moses and Magga Baba too. It was a surprise of course.<br />I could never have imagined that Magga Baba had anything to do with Moses or Jesus, but seeing his grave there I understood immediately why his face was so beautiful; why he looked more like Moses than any other Hindu. Perhaps he belonged to the lost tribe. Moses had lost a tribe while he was on the way to Israel. That tribe settled in Kashmir in the Himalayas. And I say it authoritatively, that that tribe was more correct in finding Israel than Moses himself. What Moses found in Israel was just a desert, utterly useless. What they had found in Kashmir was really the garden of God.<br />Moses went there in search for his lost tribe. Jesus also went there after his so-called crucifixion. I'm calling it so-called because it did not really happen, he remained alive. After six hours on the cross Jesus was not dead.<br />The way Jews used to crucify people was such a crude method that it took almost thirty-six hours for a person to die. It was arranged by a very rich disciple of Jesus that the crucifixion should happen on a Friday. It was an arrangement, because on Saturday Jews don't allow any work to be continued; it is their holy day. Jesus had to be put down off the cross into a cave temporarily, until the coming Monday. Meanwhile he was stolen from the cave.<br />That's the story Christians tell. The real fact is that on the night he was in the cave, after having been taken down from the cross, he was taken away from Israel. He was alive although he had lost much blood. It took a few days to heal him, but he was healed and he lived up to the age of one hundred and twelve in a small village called Pahalgam in the Kashmiri Himalayas.<br />He chose the place, Pahalgam, because he found the grave of Moses there. Moses had gone before him to search for his lost tribe. He found it but also found that Israel is nothing compared to Kashmir. There is no other place to be compared to Kashmir. He lived and died there -- I mean Moses. And when Jesus went to Kashmir with Thomas, his beloved disciple, he sent Thomas to show India his way. He himself lived in Kashmir, near the grave of Moses, for his remaining life.<br />Magga Baba is buried in the same small village of Pahalgam. When I was in Pahalgam I discovered a strange relationship running from Moses to Jesus to Magga Baba and to me.<br />Before Magga Baba left my village he gave me his blanket saying, "This is my only possession and you are the only one I would like to give it to."<br />I said, "That's okay, but my father will not allow me to bring this blanket inside the house."<br />He laughed, I laughed... we both enjoyed. He knew perfectly well that my father would not allow such a dirty blanket in his house. But I was sad and sorry not to have preserved that blanket. It was nothing much -- a dirty old rag -- but it belonged to a man of the category of Buddha and Jesus. I could not take it to my house because my father was a clothes merchant and very careful about clothes. I knew perfectly well that he would not allow it. I could not take it to my grandmother's house either. She would not allow it because she was very fussy about cleanliness.<br />I have got my fussiness about cleanliness from her. It is her fault, not my responsibility at all. I cannot tolerate anything used or dirty -- impossible.<br />I used to say to her, laughingly of course, "You are spoiling me." But it is a truth. She has spoiled me forever, but I am grateful to her. She spoiled me in favor of purity, cleanliness and beauty.<br />To me Magga Baba was important, but if I had to choose between my Nani and him I would still choose my Nani. Although she was not enlightened then and Magga Baba was, sometimes an unenlightened person is so beautiful that one would choose them, even though the enlightened one is available as an alternative.<br />Of course if I could choose both I would. Or, if I had a choice of two among the whole world of millions of people, then I would have them both. Magga Baba on the outside... he won't enter my grandmother's house; he would remain outside under his neem tree. And of course my Nani could not sit at the side of Magga Baba. "That fellow!" she used to call him. "That fellow! Forget about him and never go close to him; even when you just pass by him, always take a shower." She was always afraid he had lice, because nobody had ever seen him take a bath.<br />Perhaps she was right: he had never taken a bath as long as I had known him. They could not coexist together, that too is true. Coexistence could not be possible in this case, but we could always make arrangements. Magga Baba could always be under the neem tree outside in the courtyard, and Nani could be the queen in the house. And I could have the love of them both, without having to choose this or that. I hate "either/or.<br />"What is the time?"<br />Sixteen minutes past ten, Bhagwan."<br />Five minutes for me. Be kind to a poor man, and after five minutes you can stop.<br /><br />Excerpt from the Osho Book : Glimpses of a Golden Childhood, Ch. 15<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></span>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129443099339396392005-10-16T11:31:00.000+05:302005-10-16T11:41:39.376+05:30Shirdi Sai Baba<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/shirdi1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/shirdi1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Portrait : Shirdi Sai Baba<br /><br />Excerpts from Osho Books :<br /><br />If you watch you will feel ripples coming back in a reverse order, and when they are totally concentrated in the navel, you can see a tremendous energy, a tremendous light-force. And then that center leaves the body. When a man 'dies', that is simply a stopping of the breath, and you think he is dead. He is not dead; that takes time. Sometimes, if the person has been involved in millions of lives, it takes many days for him to die -- that's why with sages, with saints, particularly in the East, we never burn their bodies. Only saints are not burned; otherwise everybody is burned, because others' involvement is not so much. Within minutes the energy gathers, and they are no more part of this existence.<br />But with saints, the energy takes time. Sometimes it goes on and on -- that's why if you go to Shirdi, to Sai Baba's town, you will still feel something happening, still the energy goes on coming; he is so much involved that for many people he is still alive. Sai Baba's tomb is not dead. It is still alive. But the same thing you will not feel near many tombs -- they are dead. By 'dead' I mean they have accumulated all their involvement, they have disappeared.<br />And The Flowers Showered, Ch. 5<br />-------------------------------------<br /><br />Sai Baba of Shirdi became world-famous because of the simple coincidence that Shirdi is near Bombay, and all the celebrities of Bombay and the rich people of Bombay started going to Sai Baba of Shirdi. And the richer you are, the more famous you are, the more successful you are, the more you are in need of something to give you fulfillment, because all your success, your riches, your fame has brought you nothing. These are the emptiest people in the world, the hollowest. And because of Bombay being a world center, soon Sai Baba of Shirdi's name started reaching outside India, and so many miracles were created around him.<br />From Misery To Enlightenment, Ch. 14<br />------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129372222104263552005-10-15T15:57:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:33:29.266+05:30Greatest incarnation since Buddha in India<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/Mala1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/karmapa16a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/karmapa16a.jpg" border="0" /></a> World Teacher<br />An interview with the Tibetan Lama, His Holiness Lama Karmapa<br />Ma Prem Jeevan<br /><br />In 1972, Swami Govind Siddharth visited the Monastery of the Tibetan Lama, His Holiness Lama Karmapa in Darjeeling. When he arrived, accompanied by his wife and two young daughters, the monastery was completely closed. He told, in an interview, of his disappointment at not meeting the Karmapa. Then all of a sudden, one lama came out to tell him that he was immediately wanted inside by His Holiness. He went in and was greeted by him as if he was expected there. His Holiness never even knew anything about him beforehand, as he had never made any appointment... he never knew anything about him except that he was in sannyasin’s dress. About His Holiness, he is said to be a ‘Divine Incarnation’. In Tibet, they believe that whosoever attains to buddhahood, to enlightenment, if by their own wishes they are born again to help people in the world, then they are divine incarnations — bodhisatvas. His Holiness is said to be the sixteenth incarnation of Dsum Khyenpa, the first Karmapa, who was born about 1110 AD. He is descended from the chain of master going back to Marpa, one of Tibet’s great yogis.<br />When Swami Siddharth first entered, the Karmapa immediately told him that he knew where he was coming from. He said, “I am seeing that you have somewhere some photograph or something which is printed on two sides, of your master.” Swami Siddharth answered that he had nothing like that which is printed on two sides. He had completely forgotten about the locket hanging from his mala of Osho’s photograph on both sides! There was an English woman who was acting as an interpreter since the Lama Karmapa does not know English. She immediately saw his mala and said, “What is this?” He then remembered that the locket was printed on two sides and he said, “This is the photograph of my master.” She was curious to see it, so Siddharth took it off and showed it to her. Immediately, His Holiness said, “That is it.”<br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/Mala11.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/Mala11.jpg" border="0" /></a> He took the locket of Osho in his hand and he touched it to his forehead and then said: He is the greatest incarnation since Buddha in India — he is a living Buddha!” His Holiness went on to say, “You may be feeling that he is speaking for you, but it is not only for you that he speaks. Osho speaks for the Akashic records also, the records of events and words recorded on the astral planes. Whatever is spoken is not forgotten. That is why you will find that he goes on repeating things and you will feel that he is doing this for you, but as a matter of fact, he speaks only for a few people. Only a few people realize who Osho is. His words will remain there in Akashic records, so that they will also be helpful to people of the future.”<br />His Holiness went on to say that Osho was with them in past lives. “If you want to see one of Osho’s previous incarnations — who he was in Tibet — you can go to Tibet and see his golden statue there which is preserved in the Hall of Incarnations.”<br />He went on to say that about Osho and his work, “My blessings are always there, and I know that whatever we are not going to be able to do to help others, Osho will do.” The main aim of the lamas in coming to India was to preserve their occult sciences. Osho also confirmed this in his Kashmir lectures given in 1969. The Dalai Lama has not escaped only to save himself, but to save the Tibetan religion, the meditation secrets and the occult sciences. “We have gotten these things from India in the past, and now we want to return them back. Now we have come to know that here is an incarnation, Osho, who is doing our job in India and the world and we are very happy about it. The world will know him, but only a few people will realize what he actually is. He will be the only person who can guide properly, who can be a World Teacher in this age, and he had taken birth only for this purpose.”<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/KarmapaProfile.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/KarmapaProfile.jpg" border="0" /></a> Picture : Ogyen Trinley Dorje, 17 th Karmapa<br /><br />The 16th Gyalwa Karmapa was the head of the Kagyu or “Black Hat” school of Tibetan Buddhism.<br /><br /><br />For more information on the 16th Karmapa, his reincarnation Ogyen Trinley Dorje and the Kagyu Lineage of Tibetan Buddhism visit <a href="http://www.kagyuoffice.org/" target="_blank">http://www.kagyuoffice.org/</a> or the official site of the Dharma Chakra Center of Rumtek Monestary <a href="http://www.rumtek.org/" target="_blank">http://www.rumtek.org/</a><br /></span>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129296826377911622005-10-14T18:57:00.000+05:302005-10-14T19:06:54.143+05:30Awareness<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/Oregon131_2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/Oregon131_2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Picture : Osho<br /><br />I don't teach you any morality.<br />I don't say "this is good, this is wrong,<br />this is moral, this is immoral" --<br />that is all childish.<br />I teach you a single criterion:<br />Awareness.<br />If in awareness you do something,<br />it has to be right,<br />because in awareness you cannot do anything wrong.<br />And without awareness,<br />you may be doing something very good,<br />appreciated by everybody,<br />but still I say it is wrong because you are not aware.<br />You must be doing it for wrong reasons.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book: Sermons in Stones, Ch. 23<br />-----------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129253955286196862005-10-14T07:07:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:42:50.580+05:30Cheerfulness<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/sunflowermid1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/sunflowermid1.jpg" border="0" /></a> You must bear your karma cheerfully, whatever it may be, taking it as an honour that suffering comes to you, because it shows that the Lords of Karma think you worth helping. However hard it is, be thankful that it is no worse. Remember that you are of but little use to the Master until your evil karma is worked out, and you are free. By offering yourself to Him, you have asked that your karma may be hurried, and so now in one or two lives you work through what otherwise might have been spread over a hundred. But in order to make the best out of it, you must bear it cheerfully, gladly.<br />Yet another point. You must give up all feeling of possession. Karma may take from you the things which you like best- even the people whom you love most. Even then you must be cheerful- ready to part with anything and everything. Often the Master needs to pour out His strength upon others through His servant; He cannot do that if the servant yields to depression. So cheerfulness must be the rule.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book : At the feet of the master by J. Krishnamurti<br />-----------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129217594149424692005-10-13T21:00:00.000+05:302005-10-13T21:07:01.273+05:30Mind Without Fear<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/tagore3a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/tagore3a.jpg" border="0" /></a> Picture : Rabindranath Tagore<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/tagore2.jpg"></a><br />Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;<br />Where knowledge is free;<br />Where the world has not been broken up<br />into fragments by narrow domestic walls;<br />Where words come out from the depth of truth;<br />Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;<br />Where the clear stream of reason<br />has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;<br />Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---<br />Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.<br /><br />GITANJALI<br />"Song Offerings"<br />Translations made by the author from the original Bengali.<br />Selected, Titled and Edited by Ralph Losey.<br />------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129212775179196182005-10-13T19:40:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:43:46.660+05:30Existence of Time<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/Gurdieff.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/Gurdieff.gif" border="0" /></a> Picture : George Gurdieff<br /><br />" 'Time in itself does not exist, there is only the totality of the results issuing from all the cosmic phenomena present in a given place. ' "Time in itself no being can understand by Reason or perceive by any outer or inner being-function It cannot even be sensed by any gradation of the instinct present in every more or less independent cosmic concentration. "It is possible to evaluate Time only by comparing different cosmic phenomena occurring under the same conditions and in the same place where Time is being considered. "It should be noted that in the Great Universe all phenomena, without exception, wherever they arise and are manifest, are simply successive, lawful 'fractions' of some whole phenomenon which has its prime arising on the Most Holy Sun Absolute. "In consequence, all cosmic phenomena, wherever they proceed, have an 'objective' significance. "And these successive, lawful fractions are actualized in every respect, even in the sense of their involution and evolution, according to the fundamental cosmic law, the sacred Heptaparaparshinokh. "Time alone has no objective significance, since it is not the result of the fractioning of any definite cosmic phenomenon Issuing from nothing, but always blending with everything while remaining self-sufficiently independent, Time alone in the whole of the Universe can be named and extolled as the 'Ideally Unique Subjective Phenomenon. ' "Thus, my boy, Time or, as it is sometimes called, the 'Heropass,' is unique in having no source on which its origin depends, and it alone, like "divine Love," always flows independently and blends proportionately with all the phenomena present in all the arisings in any given place in our Great Universe.<br />All and Everything, Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson, First Book, Ch. 16, G. Gurdieff<br />-----------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129211490673794942005-10-13T19:14:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:45:28.360+05:30"Commentaries on Living" By J Krishnamurti<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/krishnamurti1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/krishnamurti1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Picture : J. Krishnamurti<br />Website: <a href="http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/">http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/</a><br /><br />The hills across the lake were beautiful, and beyond them rose the snow-covered mountains. It had been raining all day; but now an expected miracle, the skies had suddenly cleared, and everything became alive, joyous and serene.<br />The flowers were intense in their yellow, red and deep purple and the raindrops on them were like precious jewels. It was most lovely evening, full of light of spelndour. The people came out into the streets, and along the lake, children were shouting with laughter. Through the all movements and beauty there was enchanting beauty and a strange all-pervading peace.There were several of us on the long bench facing the lake. A man was talking in rather a high voice, it was impossible not to overhear what he was saying to his neighbor. ?On the evening like this I wish I were far away from this noise and confusion , but my job keeps me here, and loathe it.? People were feeding the swans, the ducks and few stray sea-gulls. The swans were pure white and very graceful. There wasn?t a ripple on water now, and the hills across the lake were almost black; but the mountains beyond the hills were aglow with setting sun, and the vivid clouds behind them seemed passionately alive.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book : "Commentaries on Living" By J Krishnamurti<br />-----------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129189053365077062005-10-13T13:03:00.000+05:302005-10-13T13:47:57.356+05:30Dolano: The 21st Century Zen Master<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/abo_dol12.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/abo_dol12.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/abo_dol1.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.dolano.com">www.dolano.com</a> </div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/abo_dol.jpg"></a>"Dolano was born in 1952, in Lindau, Bodensee Germany and grew up in institutions. From childhood on throughout her life she was in search for truth. After a long wandering and getting lost in so-called wrong directions, dolano finally found Osho, her beloved Master in1979. Osho saved her from drowning and introduced her to meditation."</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I attended her satsang in pune, india in the winter of year 2001 and liked her very much because of her simplicity and clarity.<br /><br /><br />The meeting with Truth is Satsang.<br />"Truth itself is Satsang"<br /><br />With an empty mind and open heart,<br />out of not knowing you know.<br />You are Truth itself, it is your very, very nature.<br /><br />What is called Truth is That which is always and does not change.<br />It is That which is before, during and after experiences;<br />That which remains the same.<br />It is That which does not come and go.<br /><br />You are Truth itself.<br /><br />Source is Truth, pure intelligence and clarity.<br />Its nature is emptiness and openness.<br />Truth is the light, the power, which removes lies and confusion.<br />When you bring light into a dark room, darkness disappears naturally,<br />without ever needing to touch or analyze darkness.<br />You are the light.<br /><br />When Osho says, "be a light unto yourself",<br />he points to "who you are".<br />You are the light; who else will ever recognize if not YOU, Truth itself?<br />Truth recognizes Truth-itself by itself.<br /><br />It is That, which cannot be seen or experienced, because it is YOU.<br />You can't see your own eyes, because they are too close to you.<br />But "who you are" is not even close to you, it is YOU.<br /><br />No beginning no end --- is always and has been always. You have only overlooked.<br /><br />OM-shanti </div>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129187752080841372005-10-13T12:40:00.000+05:302005-10-13T12:59:05.460+05:30Tantra Master<p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/radha11.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/radha11.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/radha11.jpg"></a></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is the website by ma krishna Radha : <a href="http://www.tantralife.com/english/default.htm">http://www.tantralife.com/english/default.htm</a> , a long time osho sannyasin.<br />I read her book on tantra and i can say that the essence of her book is described in the following quote on the front page of her website:<br /><br />"Generally what we call love,<br />it's not true love.<br />We ask, we demand.<br />Ordinary love is a kind of begging:<br />"Give me more, give me more!".<br />True love says: " ask me more, take more".<br />When love is giving, it is true.<br />When it longs to have, it is false.<br />And when love is giving,<br />it spreads, it pulsate."<br /><br />Osho </p>rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129185092597481802005-10-13T11:56:00.000+05:302005-11-13T15:46:16.480+05:30How I Became a Madman<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/the_madman_136x2131.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/the_madman_136x2131.jpg" border="0" /></a> You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long<br />before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my<br />masks were stolen -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven<br />lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."<br /><br />Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.<br /><br /> And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."<br /><br /><br />Thus I became a madman.<br /><br />And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.<br /><br />But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.<br /><br />The Madman : His Parables and Poems (1918) , Khalil Gibranrohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129184429830031302005-10-13T11:48:00.000+05:302005-10-13T16:55:23.510+05:30Success<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/success1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/success1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>So Called Success:</strong><br /><br />"In seeming contrast to the descending or unsuccessful type, but in reality in exactly the same position, are people who are successful from the ordinary point of view, but successful through adaptation to the darkest or most senseless sides of life: people who quickly amass enormous fortunes, millionaires and super-millionaires; successful statesmen of opportunist or definitely criminal activities; " scientists " who create bogus theories, which become fashionable and arrest the development of true knowledge; " philanthropists " who support all forms of prohibitive legislation; inventors of high explosives and poisonous gases; sport-addicts of every kind and description; prizefighters, world champions, record breakers, cinema-clowns and " stars "; novelists, poets, musicians, painters, actors, commercially successful, but having no other value; founders of crazy sects and cults, and the like. In each new life these people continue to do what they did before, spend less and less time on preparatory training, grasp sooner and sooner the technique of their business and the technique of success, attain greater and greater celebrity or fame. Some of them become " infant prodigies " and show their special capacities from the earliest years.<br />The danger for the successful type of people is their success. Success hypnotises them, makes them believe that they themselves are the cause of their success. Success makes them follow the line of least resistance, that is, sacrifice everything to success. Therefore nothing changes in their lives, save that success is attained ever more easily and ever more mechanically. Without formulating it they feel that their strength lies precisely in this mechanicalness, and they suppress in themselves all other desires, interests and inclinations. "<br /><br /><strong>True Success:</strong><br /><br />"Men of real science, of real art, of real thought or action, differ from these chiefly in very seldom attaining success. As a rule, they begin to be recognised only long after the end of their earthly life. And this is an exceedingly favourable factor from the point of view of the repetition of their lives. The inner decomposition which almost inevitably comes with success never sets in with them. And they start each new life striving towards their unattainable aim, every time with new strength, and they sometimes begin and " remember" astoundingly early, like some famous musicians or thinkers.<br />Evolution, that is, inner growth, inner development, cannot be either accidental or mechanical. The ways of evolution are the ways of Jnana-Yoga, Raja-Yoga, Karma-Yoga, Hatha-Yoga and Bhakti-Yoga, or the way of the special doctrine accessible only to few, which was mentioned earlier, in the chapter on Yoga. The five Yogas and the way of the special doctrine are the ways of work on oneself for people of different inner type. But all the ways are equally difficult, all the ways equally demand the whole of man. "<br /><br />A New Model of the Universe, P. D. Ouspensky<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129183535410589502005-10-13T11:34:00.000+05:302005-10-13T20:28:05.836+05:30Identification : An Obstacle to Self-remembering<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/ouspensky1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/ouspensky1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Picture : P. D. Ouspensky<br /><br />Identifying is the chief obstacle to self-remembering. A man who identifies with anything is unable to remember himself. In order to remember oneself it is necessary first of all not to identify. But in order to learn not to identify man must first of all not be identified with himself, must not call himself 'I' always and on all occasions. He must remember that there are two in him, that there is himself, that is 'I' in him, and there is another with whom he must struggle and whom he must conquer if he wishes at any time to attain anything. So long as a man identifies or can be identified, he is the slave of everything that can happen to him. Freedom is first of all freedom from identification.<br />"After general forms of identification attention must be given to a particular form of identifying, namely identifying with people, which takes the form of 'considering' them.<br />"There are several different kinds of 'considering.'<br />"On the most prevalent occasions a man is identified with what others think about him, how they treat him, what attitude they show towards him. He always thinks that people do not value him enough, are not sufficiently polite and courteous. All this torments him, makes him think and suspect and lose an immense amount of energy on guesswork, on suppositions, develops in him a distrustful and hostile attitude towards people. How somebody looked at him, what somebody thought of him, what somebody said of him?all this acquires for him an immense significance.<br />"And he 'considers' not only separate persons but society and historically constituted conditions. Everything that displeases such a man seems to him to be unjust, illegal, wrong, and illogical. And the point of departure for his judgment is always that these things can and should be changed. 'Injustice' is one of the words in which very often considering hides itself. When a man has convinced himself that he is indignant with some injustice, then for him to stop considering would mean 'reconciling himself to injustice.'<br />"There are people who are able to consider not only injustice or the failure of others to value them enough but who are able to consider for example the weather. This seems ridiculous but it is a fact. People are able to consider climate, heat, cold, snow, rain; they can be irritated by the weather, be indignant and angry with it. A man can take everything in such a personal way as though everything in the world had been specially arranged in order to give him pleasure or on the contrary to cause him inconvenience or unpleasantness.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book : IN Search of the Miraculous, P. D. Ouspensky<br />------------------------------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129183467876908992005-10-13T11:33:00.000+05:302005-10-13T16:51:43.780+05:30Cosmic Consciousness<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/cosmic_consciousness11.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/cosmic_consciousness11.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In contact with the flux of cosmic consciousness all religions known and named today will be melted down. The human soul will be revolutionized. Religion will absolutely dominate the race. It will not depend on tradition. It will not be believed and disbelieved. It will not be a part of life, belonging to certain hours, times, occasions. It will not be in sacred books nor in the mouths of priests. It will not dwell in churches and meetings and forms and days. Its life will not be in prayers, hymns and discourses. It will not depend on special revelations, on the words of gods who come down to teach, nor on any bible or bibles. It will have no mission to save men from their sins or to secure them entrance to heaven. It will not teach a future immortality nor future glories, for immortality and all glory will exist in the here and now. The evidence of immortality will live in every heart as sight in every eye. Doubt of God and of eternal life will be as impossible as is now doubt of existence; the evidence of each will be the same. Religion will govern every minute of every day of all life. Churches, priests, forms, creeds, prayers, all agents, all intermediaries between the individual man and God will be permanently replaced by direct and unmistakable intercourse. Sin will no longer exist nor will salvation be desired. Men will not worry about death or a future, about the Kingdom of heaven, about what may come with and after the cessation of the life of the present body. Each soul will feel and know itself to be immortal, will feel and know that the entire universe with all its good and with all its beauty is for it and belongs to it for ever. The world peopled with men, possessing cosmic consciousness will be as far removed from the world of today as this is from the world as it was before the advent of self-consciousness.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book : Tertium Organum, P. D. Ouspensky<br />--------------------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14071962.post-1129183173022584022005-10-13T11:24:00.000+05:302005-10-13T11:32:02.400+05:30The Buddha<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/1600/buddha1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2173/1262/320/buddha1.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Buddha went on his way, modestly and deep in his thoughts, his calm face was neither happy nor sad, it seemed to smile quietly and inwardly. With a hidden smile, quiet, calm, somewhat resembling a healthy child, the Buddha walked, wore the robe and placed his feet just as all of his monks did, according to a precise rule. But his face and his walk, his quietly lowered glance, his quietly dangling hand and even every finger of his quietly dangling hand expressed peace, expressed perfection, did not search, did not imitate, breathed softly in an unwhithering calm, in an unwhithering light, an untouchable peace.<br /><br />Excerpt from the book : Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse<br />------------------------------------------------------rohit malikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089513197409001320noreply@blogger.com0