Krishna Prem

by Krishna Prem, also known as Mister Right I

I was not brought up to be alone. My purpose here on Planet Earth, according to my family (meaning Mom), was to meet my soulmate (as long as she was Jewish), get married, and have babies in order to carry on the family name – and then naturally health, wealth, and happiness would follow. I could go on for lifetimes explaining how this scenario has a tragic ending, but I imagine you can fill in the blanks out of your own experience. No matter whether you are Mr. Right or Miss Take, love is chock full of tragic endings. Allow me to go deep for a moment… Love that seeks another is destined to fail. Love that finds his or her own self is destined to be love in the here and now, not in the future. In the words of Buddha, enjoyed by Osho, and stolen by me: Love yourself and watch. When I met Osho, it was a wake-up call for me. He reminded me in no uncertain words to drop loneliness and to live in my aloneness. My inner voice sang out, "Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" I walked out of this particular darshan with Osho in '75 complete unto myself. As I staggered out of His room, I bumped into His garden full of delicious women. I got confused all over again. My God, in those days there were three ma's for every swami. Aloneness quickly took a backseat. I was able to give up my mother's concept of marriage, but my manliness was excited to the max, and my loneliness was so covered up with lust that I simply had no idea I was not getting Osho. Through the following years of trial and error I have come to the understanding that aloneness is who I am and loneliness is simply aloneness without a center. So allow me one moment here to say “I am sorry” to those ladies whom I loved and lost along the way from here to here. This is it. Let me make it perfectly clear… Ladies, hold up your index fingers. And gentlemen, hold up high your middle fingers. Now ladies, is there anything you would like to say to all the middle fingers on this planet? For example, "Go fuck yourself!" I, for one middle finger, can handle anything you want to say because after all is said and done, we are all fingers of one hand. And as fingers of one hand, there is no such thing as separation. We are one hand appearing as two fingers. How does a guy like me hit the wall? After I had dated for years and years in the ashram, the commune, and finally in the meditation resort, and had never met Miss Right, it finally dawned on me that I must be Mister Wrong. So instead of running out to the cappuccino bar to make a date I found myself dancing alone at Kundalini Meditation. I could have continued blaming all the Miss Takes in the world but until I cleaned up my own act, love was just an impossible dream. The real Miss Take was meeting my friend Jwala. We fell in love, and I absolutely did not change. This was not good enough for her. She insisted that if we actually wanted to give our love a chance, I could either have a frontal lobotomy or enroll in Primal Therapy followed by Co-Dependency and Path of Love. Or she would leave me. I broke up with her immediately. A month later, I came to my senses, begged her to come back to me, and against my better judgment agreed to embark on a crash course of therapy. In therapy I was confronted with this character " K.P.,'' with his wild mood swings, and I had to look at his life and love affairs. Then I got that these cyclones are on the periphery and the real me is at the center. What a Miss Take Jwala turned out to be! We have been together for 13 years now. We’re still not married, still making love without having children, and still growing together. We’re simply being together. For me, this feeling of oneness with a beloved allowed me for the first time to experience my aloneness, not my loneliness. For me, Osho pointed out the truth – but who gives a shit until the truth is “who I am”? So scream away, love away, lonely away…whatever it takes to love out of your aloneness. For now, I don't know what it feels like to be a center without a cyclone, but I can say from my very center that Miss Take never felt so good. So allow me one more moment to say to Miss Take, as well as Mr. Right, that I love you until the “I” and the “you” disappear, and only love remains.

Love is, krishna prem

kp jw

Picture is from 30 years ago with my beloved friend Jwala... proof positive I am finally growing up with Jwala's help

Ps… and here is a moment with Osho...

"Each child is born beautiful, and then we start distorting his beauty, crippling him in many ways, paralyzing him in many ways, distorting his proportion, making him unbalanced. Sooner or later he becomes so disgusted with himself that he is ready to be with anybody. He may go to a prostitute just to avoid himself."

"LOVE YOURSELF..., says Buddha. And this can transform the whole world. It can destroy the whole ugly past. It can herald a new age, it can be the beginning of a new humanity."

"Hence my insistence on love -- but love begins with you yourself, then it can go on spreading. It goes on spreading of its own accord; you need not do anything to spread it."

"LOVE YOURSELF..., says Buddha. And then immediately he adds: AND WATCH.... That is meditation, that is Buddha's name for meditation. But the first requirement is to love yourself, and then watch. If you don't love yourself and start watching, you may feel like committing suicide."

"Socrates says: Know thyself, Buddha says: Love thyself. And Buddha is far more true, because unless you love yourself you will never know yourself -- knowing comes only later on, love prepares the ground. Love is the possibility of knowing oneself, love is the right way to know oneself."

- Osho, The Dhammapada Vol 5 Chapter #5 Love Knows Nothing of Duty

 

Originally published in the Osho Times Magazine, interviewed by Maneesha

 

BY ALL ACCOUNTS they were both rascals when they were growing up, curious about everything and full of energy. But they had the good fortune to be born into a family where such big energies in small packages were allowed the freedom to play, and they grew up happy and well.

They stayed close, and stayed in touch. But they also lived in the same unfulfilling society as the rest of us, and by the time they were in their twenties each of them had become seekers. One went East, and the other went West. Michael went to India and became a disciple of Osho – who gave him the new name of Swami Krishna Prem.

 kp Bro

KP with statue

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.

 kp casanova

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.

 
I am an old friend of death. My birth mother left her body when I was one year old and left me with my 15-year-old sister-mother, who left her body and left me with Osho, who also left His body. Death does not surprise me. Death has a look. Osho had that look. What surprises me is living. I can handle death, but I am still mangled by life.
Aloneness rocks my world.
I am not "righting" about the word "aloneness" or even aloneness's twin brother loneliness. Like most old sannyasins, I can quote Osho from both sides now. I am enlightened...most of the time. The only reason I am not leading satsangs at Starbucks today is because when aloneness speaks to me I shake from my core and I can't drink coffee without spilling my guts out.


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! 

Krishna Prem here. I am thrilled to announce the birth of my book, Gee You Are You, my journey from here to here. Below is a taste of my ‘righting’. I trust it will make you hungry for more. If I am right, please order my whole meal. It’s fat free, organic and full of vitamins O, S, H & O. 


Gee You Are You, In The Beginning

February 14th is Valentine’s Day, celebrated all over the world as a day for lovers. On February 14th, 1973 I met the love of my life; his name at the time was Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, known today to his beloveds worldwide as Osho. My body age at the time was 29 years old, and I have now attained the ripe age of 38 as an Osho sannyasin; you do the math! I certainly can’t imagine how many more blog entries this bloke has left in his being but for now, I feel like reminiscing….