Osho Day 2

Early Morning dynamic mediation started at 6.00am. I decided to plump for the early morning sleeping mediation. That brings me on to another thing that I discovered pretty early on at Osho. I though meditation was done sat cross legged on the floor, but no I was wrong. There were numerous versions at Osho. Meditation could involve sitting, standing, shouting, wailing, spinning and dancing. In fact any activity that took an hour or more could have meditative properties. Hence I had already participated in the “Waiting in the dinner queue” Mediation and “Exchange sterling into rupees” Mediation.

I got up at 12.00 and had a shower.

I met Joel for lunch. He really was going for it. He had been up at 6.00am for the dynamic mediation which involved.

We sat at lunch talking to Austrian women called Tina. She looked about 30. She had been at Osho for a month. I wondered how Osho had changed her and what insights she had to share. I wondered if she had a sense of humour. I introduced Joel as he sat down

“You are brothers”,

“Yes” I replied. “But I am older by 10 minutes”

She looked at me “But we are not identical” I chipped in. She looked at my face for guidance and then smiled politely.

Tina had arrived a month ago with her boyfriend. They had separated after two weeks. He had gone off to Goa and was now back in Germany and she stayed. Tina spoke perfect English and told us about Osho. She was very pleasant but she certainly wasn’t at peace with herself. Why she at Osho ?. Her answer was her relationship with her parents and her childhood. She looked like she might cry at any moment.

If I didn’t get Osho, the Americans at the end of the table certainly didn’t get Osho.
Their conversation revolved around mobile phones and client contact software. Even I
knew these were not suitable discussion topics.

I went off for my Core Integration yoga massage. The black robe that met me was filled by an Italian woman in her mid thirties from Tuscany. She came out to work at Osho every year. The massage was excellent. It was a combination of very firm deep tissue massage and assisted yoga. My arms were pulled behind my back while the masseur’s feet were rooted firmly between my shoulder blades. I was compresses into a little ball while she put her weight on my back squeezing me into a smaller space. I drifted in an out of consciousness, but the pressure soon brought me back.

Joel returned from his NLP hypnosis. “Well”, I asked? “The guru had told Joel that he had never seen anybody complete the mental exercises in the way that Joel had done. In short Joel was exceptional and should consider getting involved in training people in NLP.” In short the Guru had told Joel that he was a Guru and needed training in order to share his wisdom.

48 hours since arrival Joel was a Guru and a disrespector.

Having missed the evening session we played Joel’s version of rummy. Joel rummy or Zen Rummy as it soon became to me, bore no resemblance to any version of rummy I had played or heard of before.

Why Zen rummy? Well as with many activities shared with Joel it required patience. He had not played the game for some time. Consequently the game changed and evolved over the course of several days, as he remembered the rules.

Dinner was spent talking with, well more listening to a German Computer programmer. He had been coming to Osho for many years, staying for months at a time. The reason for his visits – to try and resolve the problems in his life which were in essence – a serious back problem, his childhood and relationship with his parents, his job which he hated and a property deal that had turned sour leaving him burdened with an unsaleable property which was consuming 15-25% of his income. Joel listened intently for over an hour. After 45 minutes, I was struggling to stay awake and went for a walk.

We went for a coffee at the coffee bar. There we bumped into the Californian who had sold us our treatments. He told us about Osho the man and about the beliefs. He had known Osho well. He had been deported with him from Greece and had been arrested with him in America. Krishna Pram otherwise known as Jim. I was right, he was from California, but San Diego not LA. He divided his year between San Diego, Europe and Osho. He would work for a couple of months in the US, he would then live for next to nothing in Pune whilst working at Osho and would then spend some time in Europe.

This was a person who knew stuff. He could give us an insight. I listened as Joel tried to find out the essence of Osho. Pram otherwise known as Jim, tried to dazzle Joel with the concept of nothingness and the inexpressible essence of his belief. A poor choice of tactics! Joel hit back with Descartes and explained that the contradiction between consciousness and nothingness. Pram was struggling. He went for another analogy in an attempt to divert Joel. Pram was struggling. “It is not about the words Osho uses but the spaces between the words” Joel then launched himself into objectivist metaphysics. Pram was now metaphorically on the ropes. “Ah, you are very bright” said Pram submissively. This was a disciple of Osho, possible the Saint Paul of Osho and he had been philosophically mauled by my little brother. The rest of Pram’s comments mostly involved four letter words and references to the “cosmic joke” what ever that was.

I thought it about it for a while why was this affluent Rolex wearing Caifornian schlepping backwards and forwards between San Diego and Pune. What was drawing him to the place - the peace, the spiritualism. No in my view it was the opportunity to meet women.