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Osho and the 16th Karmapa
16th Karmapa performing Black Crown Ceremony The first time I heard the name Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh was on a bus from Pokhara to Kathmandu. My friend Randy, (who had traveled with me to India and Nepal...
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Be a Light Unto Ourselves
Why did Osho change the traditional order used for The Three Jewels? At first, I wondered if it was just a mistake that Sheela made when introducing us to them, but later I found discourses in which...
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From Meher Baba to Osho with Love
As the rickshaw pulled to a stop, I looked up and read the sign at the top of the gate – Shree Rajneesh Ashram. Quite a large fellow with a German accent (Haridas) greeted me and I heard myself say,...
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From Centering to Satori
Sumati and I spent almost five months making the journey overland to Poona and it was not easy at times. We had started off from England and combined hitchhiking with a few buses. For part of the...
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From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva
I have just completed a collection of stories and essays from along the way. Some of the material has already been posted on Sat Sangha Salon but most of it is new. You are free to download and...
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Setting the Time in the Timeless
In the spring of 1981 Deeksha took a group of her workers and few others to New Jersey to prepare a large house, which had been known as Kip’s Castle, for the arrival of Osho a month later. The Castle...
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The Second Zen Stick
Deeksha in Vrindavan My first Zen stick happened when I was around three years old. It is one of the earliest memories I have. Of course I had never heard the term and it would be another twenty-three...
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Meanwhile Back at the Ranch
Sumati and I finally arrived at the Ranch in Oregon in either late November or early December. We had started out from New Jersey on the first of September and crisscrossed the U.S. as well as driven...
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Time to Be
Touched by majesty Bathed in glorious mystery Surely shaken, perhaps awakened Worked, played, meditated, celebrated We knew it was time in magic. When the moment passed Some put away the treasure...
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Kopan and Kathmandu
It was the most amazing New Year ever, crossing into Nepal in a bullock cart at sunrise. The sky was ablaze, the haze and dust in the air heightened the reds and oranges of the sun. It was New Year’s...
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Don’t Fight the River
The first indication that my life was about to change was the engine in my Cadillac El Dorado blowing up in Shreveport, Louisiana. I was at the end of a road trip taking orders for waterbed products. I...
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The One in Which Everything Appears
In order to dis-identify ourselves from the body/form, we make the body an object and watch our activities. We watch the body in the world without judging it, and by doing so, we become aware of the...
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An Experiment in Awarefulness
Ultimately, we are told, meditation is samadhi, total relaxation in total awareness. And we have heard, “The kingdom of God is within,” “Be a light unto yourself.” But for most of us this is not our...
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Tathata Means Suchness
In my sannyas darshan, Osho assigned two groups for me to do in the couple of weeks that I would be in Poona before heading to the States. The first was Tathata which was somewhat modeled on the EST...
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Mombasa and Moroni
Moroni In Nairobi, Kenya, while lying on my bunk in a youth hostel, a big blonde American guy entered the room and walked right up to me. His name was Peter. I wasn’t the only one in the room, there...
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From the Lowlands to the Highlands
The coast of Madagascar was a sight to see, miles and miles of white beaches, palm trees with the mountains behind, and not a soul in sight. We pulled into a small village in the north of the country...
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Not Twoness
One summer day when I was Junior High School age, I must have been 13 or 14, I was sitting across the street from the house of two brothers who were friends of mine. They were eating lunch and I was...
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A Divine Abode
In my leaving darshan I told Osho I wanted to open a meditation center in Kansas City and he gave the name Devalayam. Devalayam means ‘divine abode.’ I bought a couple of series of discourses on...
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The Tale of a Ring-Tail
When I returned to Madagascar from Mauritius, I encouraged Andre, a Malagasy guy who had run the reception at the Cultural Center, to leave Madagascar. He was a fine musician and I encouraged him to go...
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My Beloved Bodhisattvas
On June 21, 1979, nearly nine months after arriving from Japan and beginning work full time in the Ashram, Vidya stopped Sumati and me as we entered Buddha Hall. She told us to come see her after...
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