Following Osho's Vision

Where has Osho gone? If he is in all his peoples hearts, why are they not dancing together rejoicing? His message is tangible. It is that religiousness and life are not separate: that religion is not dull, and life is not empty. It is a message often repeated but difficult to embody.

In the absence of the Master celebrations can become empty or hypocritical. Without the blessing of the Master going inwards can become an idea rather than an experience. Yet those who have crossed his way or read or heard his wisdom can capture Osho’s spirit and his vision.

Without the presence of the Master the crowd easily disperses and the seekers move forth in fits and spurts. The path can become full of doubt and despair. In the vibrant celebration of the throngs of followers, and in the settling calmness that follows, humanity propels and is propelled by a collective field of energy. The energy field of the Master and the gathering create the sacred space for empty hearts to be filled, and for timid tigers to leap forth.

Understand this clearly, Osho is the indivisible collection of three things: himself; his teachings; and his people. If his people are split than Osho is fractured. It is like careering down the road in the middle of a moonless night with one headlight shining off to the right and the other shining off to the left. The driver is blind to what is directly in front.

There of course can be different groups of Osho’s people. There may be an exclusive resort or a sadhus thali stop - more rich of course would a sacred space be that welcomes and embodies all types of seekers. However this issue of accepting differences is different to the division of us and them, of friends and foe. How foolish it is to have as an enemy a fellow traveller on the path. How can such a blind person not lose their way?

There are those whose ego’s stand on the road in front of Osho’s fleet of rolls-royces, deflecting and splitting the headlights to the left and right. They stand tall on the highway facing the travelling caravan. Yet the Master does not stand and face his people. The light of wisdom leads the way and shines forth into the mysteries beyond. The Master does not blind followers eyes. Rather, the great light shines forth so that others may also see.

Some travellers veer off the road to the right. Other travellers veer off the road to the left. Naturally one should not travel blind into darkness. Better to travel by lesser light into the gutter and then along a rough dirt track…hmmm. The journey does not stop and after a while the great ego’s will stand tall in a cloud of dust.

I just say that for the dispersed and dusty voyager, Osho’s paved autobahn lies just to the right or the left. Egos of destruction will in time deflate. How long can one be a megalomaniac standing on a dusty, dark, and barren highway – a highway that once led somewhere and is now forever disused: new travellers will pave new paths. Of course these lost souls are welcome to join the end of Osho’s convoy, for they will need the support and guidance.

Life is a festival of carnivals and silences.