posted December 11, 2007 05:37 PM         

Times have changed to uproot the other deviations in society. For the old to pass and new to come. Thats evolution my friend.

posted December 11, 2007 06:24 PM         

-Osho The Art of Dying

posted December 11, 2007 08:23 PM         

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In the. Bible it is said God made man in his own image, but the reverse is more
true: man made God in his own image. Whatsoever is your need you create that
sort of God, that's why the concept of God goes on changing in every age. Every
country has its own concept because every country has its own need. In fact,
every single person has a different concept of God because his own needs are
there and they have to be fulfilled.

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This is precisely the philosophy I would expect this madman to have.
It enables him to create God is his own image, to serve his own needs;
his need for disciples, rols royces, etc.

posted December 11, 2007 08:24 PM         

Slew you not my youth's visions and dearest marvels! My playmates took you from me, the blessed spirits! To their memory do I deposit this wreath and this curse.

This curse upon you, my enemies! Have you not made my eternal short, as a tone dies away in a cold night! Scarcely, as the twinkle of divine eyes, did it come to me- as a fleeting gleam!

Thus spoke once in a happy hour my purity: "Divine shall everything be to me."

Then did you haunt me with foul phantoms; ah, where has that happy hour now fled!

"All days shall be sacred to me"- so spoke once the wisdom of my youth: verily, the language of a joyous wisdom!

But then did you enemies steal my nights, and sold them to sleepless torture: ah, where has that joyous wisdom now fled?

Once did I long for happy auspices: then did you lead an owl-monster across my path, an adverse sign. Ah, where did my tender longing then flee?

All loathing did I once vow to renounce: then did you change my nigh ones and nearest ones into ulcerations. Ah, where did my noblest vow then flee?

As a blind one did I once walk in blessed ways: then did you cast filth on the blind one's course: and now is he disgusted with the old footpath.

And when I performed my hardest task, and celebrated the triumph of my victories, then did you make those who loved me call out that I then grieved them most.

It was always your doing: you embittered to me my best honey, and the diligence of my best bees.

To my charity have you ever sent the most impudent beggars; around my sympathy have you ever crowded the incurably shameless. Thus have you wounded the faith of my virtue.

And when I offered my holiest as a sacrifice, immediately did your "piety" put its fatter gifts beside it: so that my holiest suffocated in the fumes of your fat.

And once did I want to dance as I had never yet danced: beyond all heavens did I want to dance. Then did you seduce my favorite minstrel.

And now has he struck up an awful, melancholy air; alas, he tooted as a mournful horn to my ear!

Murderous minstrel, instrument of evil, most innocent instrument! Already did I stand prepared for the best dance: then did you kill my rapture with your tones!

Only in the dance do I know how to speak the parable of the highest things:- and now has my grandest parable remained unspoken in my limbs!

Unspoken and unrealised has my highest hope remained! And there have perished for me all the visions and consolations of my youth!

How did I ever bear it? How did I survive and overcome such wounds? How did my soul rise again out of those sepulchres?

Yes, something invulnerable, unburiable is with me, something that would rend rocks asunder: it is called my Will. Silently does it proceed, and unchanged throughout the years.

Its course wills it to go upon my feet, my old Will; hard of heart is its nature and invulnerable.

Invulnerable am I only in my heel. Ever live you there, and are like yourself, you most patient one! Ever have you burst all shackles of the tomb!

In you still lives also the unrealisedness of my youth; and as life and youth sit you here hopeful on the yellow ruins of graves.

Yes, you are still for me the demolisher of all graves: Hail to you, my Will! And only where there are graves are there resurrections.-

Thus sang Zarathustra.

~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

posted December 11, 2007 08:37 PM         

And I could say the same for you
Oh oh here we go again. Opinions, Opinions.

Lex it and you get 'onions'. As empty as an onion

posted December 11, 2007 08:42 PM         

Empty yourself to fill more.

Please reread all posts I posted about him.
So far. Perhaps theres too much information to digest. May be I will slow down. Hozzat?

I am not sure what you are experiencing?
I don't care. Its enough that I experience the truth for myself. Without the influence of other humans who I believe are not ready for any truths.

Perhaps you are jealous of another guru.
Perhaps you wish it was you who taught all that?

Or perhaps its simply because "Judas's are meant to be Judas when Jesus appears".

posted December 11, 2007 08:55 PM         

Discovering Jesus from an Indian mystic viewpoint? You don't have to take everthing in you. But only what makes sense.

What do you think? Any comments.

Have you read any of the gnostic bible in the past?

posted December 11, 2007 09:06 PM         

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Lex it and you get 'onions'. As empty as an onion

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An onion,like esoteric texts, has many layers, peel away each layer and find yourself closer to the core : knowledge?... it is only empty if you seek nothing.

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What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world is immortal"~

posted December 11, 2007 09:10 PM         

The seeking is there.

posted December 11, 2007 09:30 PM         

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What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world is immortal"~

posted December 11, 2007 11:05 PM         

I am naturally attracted to Zen because it requires no Gods or Masters. You are.

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I am

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posted December 12, 2007 12:21 AM         

Have you heard about trees in Africa which walk? Not very fast, no traffic rule is needed, but they go on moving towards the sources where more water is available. What will you say - their roots are their legs? Nothing can exist without roots.

In the same part of Africa where trees move - sometimes miles from their place - another kind of tree also exists: the cannibal tree. It has big leaves and a very intoxicating fragrance so that any bird that comes close is bound to have a little desire to experience it. And the flower is so full of juice that it is irresistible. It has not yet been heard of that any bird has renounced and passed beyond the tree; no bird can do that. The bird simply sits on the flower, drinking. While the bird is drinking the juice, the flower closes and crushes the bird.

Rather than the bird drinking the tree, the tree drinks the bird. And as the bird is completely squeezed out, the flower opens again, throwing the dead body outside, waiting for somebody else. Its flowers are very big - even a human being can be caught in them - and very strong, very muscular.

It has eaten a few human beings! Ordinarily it does not happen because those flowers open too high up... unless some fellow like Mulla Nasruddin climbs the tree and tries to look inside the flower - what is happening there? But it will eat birds of any kind, any size. Once in a while if some accident happens - perhaps in a high wind the tree has fallen and a man is passing by... You cannot go away without having a closer look, because so much fragrance you have never smelt, and it is so intoxicating, alcoholic. When you come close the flower gives you a good hug, but then you cannot get out of the hug. He sucks all your blood and leaves you just as an empty shell. Have you ever thought that you are an empty shell?

But Bukko and Gurdjieff both insist... although they know everybody has the potentiality of becoming a buddha. But that does not mean that you can simply remain believing it. You have to be awakened, and you cannot be awakened unless you are really shocked. This is their way of shocking people into awakening.

Once you start looking inwards, you will find your roots. Those roots are not in the earth and those roots are not in heaven. Those roots are in your own being, connected with the universal being. Neither can you see your own being, nor can you see the universal being. But once you feel your roots, you have come to a place from where you can take the jump into the universal life.

Then fire does not matter. Then you are beyond ordinary material things. Then no sword can cut you and no fire can burn you. Now there is no life and no death, but a totally new phenomenon which is beyond.

The other ordinary fallacy is that by being spiritual you will overcome death. But you don't understand that you can overcome death only if you overcome life also. They are both part of one coin, two sides; you cannot have a coin which has only one side. The moment you transcend death, in the same moment you transcend life. Then what remains? All that we know is our mundane life... and then one day people are carrying you towards the burning ghat. We don't know anything at all beyond life-and-death.

Bukko's approach is:
THE WAY OUT OF LIFE-AND-DEATH IS NOT SOME SPECIAL TECHNIQUE; THE ESSENTIAL THING IS TO SEE THROUGH TO THE ROOT OF LIFE-AND-DEATH.

From where this life is arising, from the same place death will arise. To be more accurate, life and death both are walking together. They are two wings, or two legs - side by side.

Every day you live, every day you die. It is not that after seventy years, one day suddenly you die. It is not possible so suddenly, for no reason - just lying in your bed and you die. And what have you been doing for seventy years? Seventy years' training of life ends in a single moment? No, the more accurate account is that you start dying the day you are born.

Every day you are living and dying, living and dying; both processes are together. At a certain point in the journey - seventy years, eighty years, ninety years - the energy that was carrying you is finished. The roots no longer support you, the roots no longer nourish you; you shrink, you close your eyes and you die.

All the meditations are in fact in the search for the roots from where the life has arisen and to where the life goes back - to where? If we can find the roots, we can find from where it is getting its nourishment. And to know the universal life as your nourishment, you have gone beyond life-and-death. This is the authentic Zen experience.
That root is not something that fell from heaven or sprang up from earth. It is at the center of the functioning of every man, living with his life, dying with his death, becoming a buddha, making a patriarch.

Whatever you do, at the center of your being is the root that is connecting you with the universal life source.
These are all in dependence of it, and one who goes into zen has to pierce and break through this thing.
What is called Zen sitting is not some sort of operation to be performed, and to take it so is wrong. In our line, it is simply realizing what one's own true heart really is, and it is necessary to pledge oneself to the true heart.

Going into Zen is seeing one's original nature, and the main thing is to make out what one was before even father or mother were born. For this one must concentrate one's feeling and purify it, then, eliminating all that weighs on one's thought and feeling, one must go to grasp the self.
We are saying that the self seeks to grasp the self, but in fact it is already the self, so why should it go to grasp the self?
It is because in the mass of knowings and perceivings and judgments, the true self is always so wrapped up in the distinctions and exclusivities that it does not emerge to show itself as it is.

Bukko's way is very special in the lineage of Zen masters. He ends up in the same place but he follows a very different route.
He is saying: first you have to encounter your heart, the very center of your being. And as you encounter it, hold on to it. The holding of your own self is necessary because so many judgments, imaginations, theories, rationalizations have been forced upon you. They drag you away from yourself; otherwise every child is born with a pure self. Just turning his eyes in, he will encounter himself, there is no need to grab. But for you, you are lost in a crowd of many conceptions, many ideas about the self - what it is, how it functions, whether it is or not.

So the first thing is to find the center of your functioning's. One thing is certain, that you are functioning: speaking, talking, walking, breathing. One thing is certain - you are functioning, so we are not moving from any theoretical point.
That is the contribution of Bukko and Gurdjieff both: they always move from a real point, not a point of belief. The only thing that you know about is that you are a functioning mechanism. Your mind thinks, your heart falls in love, you feel hungry, you drink water when you feel thirsty. All that you know about you is so many functions. These are not theorizations; it is not a question of being a Hindu or being a Mohammedan. When you are thirsty, whoever you are, water is needed to quench the thirst. You cannot say, "I am a Catholic - how can water quench my thirst if it is quenching the thirst of the Protestant?"

The actual functioning should be your starting point. Then just look inwards to find the center - from where these functions are arising. From where you become hungry, from where arises the thirst. Where is the point from where the breathing arises? Just choose these functions, any function. For example, Buddha has chosen breathing; it is one of the functions. From where does it arise? When you breathe, just watch. But breathe fully, because nobody breathes fully.

You will be surprised that our breathing reaches only to thirty percent. Seventy percent of our lungs are full of carbon dioxide; they never breathe. Only when you are running or doing some gymnastics do you start breathing more. To breathe one hundred percent without running, just sitting and taking in the breath, in silence, to its deepest source, you will find the roots not only of breathing, but of hunger, of thirst, of intelligence, of everything.

When I say "Go to the center" that's what I mean. Every day we "go in" in meditation. People think that just by closing the eyes you are in. If you were just-born, certainly you would be in. But there is so much garbage, so many scriptures and so many scholars standing in between you and your real self that before you go anywhere they will say, "Where are you going? I have the answer. There is no need to torture yourself. Just say, `I am the immortal self' and you will be back home. Why bother unnecessarily? Aham brahmasmi - I am the ultimate."
I have asked many Hindu sannyasins, "Have you really experienced it - aham brahmasmi - or just read it in a scripture?" If they are alone, without their disciples, they will say, "To be true, we have not reached to that point yet, but someday we will reach. At least we have understood the scripture." It is just scripture. It is not your experience. All religions have managed to turn humanity into parrots.

Osho - Zen All colours of the rainbow

posted December 12, 2007 12:52 AM         

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Reality is more than our logic
And that's how things really are. A very sane theory cannot be right,because a sane theory will be human. It will be very limited. Only a crazy theory has any possibility of being right, because crazy meansthat which transcends human limitations. Crazy means that which cannot be reduced to human logic,crazy means that which is beyond your understanding...
If you look into the modern world of physics, you will be surprised.Those old days of clear-cut theories are all gone; the days of Darwin,Newton, Edison, are gone. Truth has erupted, exploded- in Einstein, Heisenberg, Pauli, Niels Bohr, Planck - and physics looks more and more like metaphysics; more and more like poetry and less and less like prose.
The deeper scientists have penetrated into the world of physics,the more they are surprised to find that our logic is just irrelevant.Reality is more than our logic. It's FAR more than our logic. Our logic is just a small piece of ground that we have cleared and cleaned,and reality is this great jungle of infinity.

- Osho

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posted December 12, 2007 12:58 AM         

Oh Osho - Why can't I debate with you? Why do you do the talking for me also? Who is I, you and Him in all of this.
You dick hope ur earth bday celebration was fun

Good nite.

posted December 12, 2007 01:57 AM         

Are you okay, my friend? Because I do not understand your last post???

posted December 12, 2007 09:42 AM         

was expressing my joy to Osho. it was his bday yesterday

By the last post I meant: Osho is not a physicist but he summarizes what I already know in to a poem. Never mind. Will keep my love letters to him private. As it causes confusions to people

posted December 12, 2007 10:17 AM         

Every one is a Master.