Krishna Prem here... Today I was on a podcast with Swaram. And we spoke how when I originally met Osho in the desert outside of Mumbai, I rented a cart powered by a bull to get to his doorstep... and I parked my bull beside Osho's borrowed Chevrolet car. Osho was resting in his one-room brick home. I slept on the ground until he was ready to receive me... and the rest is history. Enjoy.
Beloved Friends, lately I have been calling my Meditation Playshop "Wild Wild You" as meditation is about you as a unique individual, not you as a country... enjoy.
Like many of you, I just finished binge-watching Wild Wild Country on Netflix, a 6 hour documentary on OSHO in America. It wasn't a wow for me as I wondered what would make Osho so attractive to a newcomer… Having said that, the shots of thousands of loving friends of Osho at the ranch were such an invitation that an alert tv viewer might get off his or her couch and dance and give up potatoes forever. For me, Osho was portrayed in an unflattering way but for all the video footage his beloveds chopping wood and carrying water attempting to build a utopia out of mud were a delight for sore eyes compared the old and tired Oregonians. Thus as entertainment, the Wild Wild Country Documentary is a ’10' but as a love story, it was a ‘0’.
Krishna Prem explains a quick meditation and recounts an anecdote (from his book ‘Gee You Are You’).
When you come home from work tonight, are you going to kiss your wife like she is an employee? Or when you kiss your husband before you go to bed, are you going to kiss him like he is your child? In other words, take your boss hat off before you kiss your wife... or when you get in bed with your husband, take your mommy hat off. I call this meditation when you remember to take one hat off before you put another hat on. Osho preferred the word "Interlude." For Osho, meditation is that naked space you live in when you take one hat off before you put another hat on! In fact, I 'think' I remember Osho recommending that you take a shower between two roles you are playing until you get the knack of being naked.
This is a great meditation: Hats. I call it hats. Just notice which hat you are wearing now. I am a boss. I am a student. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a lover. I am a joker, and I’m a midnight toker. And watch how many roles you play every day, in every way. And just remember to look at yourself as you take one hat off before you put another hat on. Mind the gap.
Just yesterday I went out for lunch. I went on a bicycle and the gentleman that I was having lunch with was driving a car. And often times in the city, like in Amsterdam, the boy on the bike gets there first. And I went to the restaurant and I sat at the table that was reserved for us. And the waiter was being a waiter.
My body just turned seventy-four years old.
Thank heavens I am not my body. Or am I?
In any event, when my body was just shy of thirty I met Osho and I immediately began growing up instead of growing old.
A nice trick, picked up from a master magician.
High Beloved Friends, I am happy to say my G.U.R.U. book is now printed on 3 continents which means I can reduce my shipping costs so that my book is affordable to all. I must warn you that my book is a ‘serious comedy’ and the only thing similar to my newsletter is that it is written by little old me. Moreover my book is not for the enlightened ones. It is a simply a light read about witnessing that there is no one to become enlightened. You simply need fresh eyes and a sweet heart to enjoy this belly laugh in the here and now. And yes I am just as surprised as you that this book came through me!
Gee You Are You, In The Beginning
In 1973 shortly after I’d first met Osho in his Woodlands apartment in Mumbai, I had a meeting with him before leaving for the cool of the U.S. I was escorted to his room by his secretary, Laxmi, but once I got through the door, I was left alone with him and his caretaker Vivek. As good looking as Vivek was, I only had eyes for Osho as this was my first time seeing him privately since taking sannyas about three months before. He knew I’d come to say goodbye but when he asked me if I had anything to say, I became speechless. I was overwhelmed by my love for him and by his intelligence and felt if I said anything I would look stupid… yes I had memorized what I would like to have said… that I had a satori while doing the dynamic meditation… that the past was simply a memory, the future does not exist and his present to me is that I now live only in the present, but it is difficult to lie sitting in front of the truth.
I met Marcia on the hippie trail in the early 70's, beginning in Venice, California. We traveled together to India on two one-way tickets as we didn't have enough money between us to buy two round trip tickets... it was simply two one-way tickets to ride or no way out... in any case, we were living on love. Our first home together in Mother India was under a cashew tree in Arambol, a virgin beach in Goa, (remember I am talking the 70's here), before heading north to the Himalayas. Right smack in the middle of the trail, we met Osho and our lives changed forever. Meeting Osho was a happy beginning for me and equally an unhappy ending of my relationship with Marcia, now Krishna Priya. My gut told me that my relationship was in trouble and I went to Osho to get to the heart of the matter... and I was sure Osho's advice would not only heal my relationship, but also help my friends like you as we finally hear the truth about relating.
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