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Osho may have experienced 'enlightenment', which he described as a 'mystical event'. I have also had the experience, which, I would better describe as an utterly 'cosmic event'.

Awakening is an event that does involve an awareness of certain Truths and the Wisdom that is granted as it pertains to our Spiritual nature. There is a difference, however, between 'self-realization', and the realization of the 'Divine Cosmic Principle', or for lack of a better Word, 'God-realization'.

He did not have that experience. Study up a bit on his life, because, he failed to realize that even when one is enlightened, we still have to deal with the carnal mind, and, not everything we perceive to think is absolute Truth.

"His syncretic teachings emphasize the importance of meditation, awareness, love, celebration, courage, creativity and humor—qualities that he viewed as being suppressed by adherence to static belief systems, religious tradition and socialization". Quickwiki

Eclectic may be a better description of the necessary teachings to help the world manifest into a Truly unified society, and, his ideals expressed in bold are indeed major problems in preventing the world from achieving any type of continuity.

Nice ideals except for the fact that he was a materialist, and advocated, and/or, condoned violence. He was a smug 'anti-Gandhi', which marks him as an 'Antichrist' in the True sense of the Word.

"Osho lived in a trailer next to a covered swimming pool and other amenities. He did not lecture and only saw most of the residents when, daily, he would slowly drive past them as they stood by the road. He gained notoriety for the many Rolls-Royces bought for his use, eventually numbering 93 vehicles. This made him the largest single owner of the cars in the world. His followers aimed to eventually expand that collection to include 365 Rolls-Royces—for every day of the year". Wikipedia

One Rolls Royce is one too many. 93 is an abomination. 365 is downright sickening.

I listened to his little 'Aesop's fable' piece, and, I thought, "big deal". mewithoutYou's Aaron Weiss wrote a great song based on an Aesop's fable that is much more creative, and contains quite a few more symbolic messages.

Since this is music, I will share it. See how many you can pinpoint. The major message is the exact cause of Osho's downfall. What is it?

I am not criticizing you personally, so don't take offense. See if you can grasp the problem with Osho.





Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around.
The clever Fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye for a chance to steal a Ginger spice cake or a Boysenberry pie.

Looking down was the hungry Crow:
When the time is right I'll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!
The moment the Baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart, the Crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by Canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
You'd better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!

The Fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest:
Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man...
This failed to persuade the Crow in the least, so the Fox rethought his plan:
Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears, or, to even hear you speak would ease my pains and fears.
The Crow looked down with the candy in his beak.
Your poems of wisdom, my Good Crow, what a paradise they bring!
This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
Your subtle acclamation's true, best to give praise where praise is due.
Every Rook and Jay in the Corvidae has been Raven about me too!
They admire me, one and all... must be the passion in my 'Caw', my slender bill, known through the Escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw...

[the cookie drops, Fox retrieves it -- there is commotion in the town as the Baker gives chase. Crow is humiliated, realizes he's been tricked, continues his song]

Ah, I've got a Walnut-brownie-brain and Molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered Sugar funnel cake cocaine.
Let the Crescent Cookie rise!
These Carob-colored Almond eyes would rest to see my Cashew Princess in the Swirling Marble Sky.
We'll rest upon the Knee where all divisions cease to be and root beer float in our Banana Boat across the Tapioca Sea.
When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh...

peace

steve

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