The Osho Upanishad ~ 27
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| event type | discourse |
| date & time | 14 Sep 1986 pm |
| location | Sumila, Juhu, Bombay |
| language | English |
| audio | Available, duration 1h 59min. Quality: good. Live music after the discourse. |
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| video | Available, duration 2h 2min. Quality: good, but Osho arriving is not so good. |
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| online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
| shorttitle | UPAN27 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the questions: Ma Prem Maneesha.
- Question 1 from Narendra
- Beloved Osho, is it true that whatsoever the master says or does is simply a device to transform the disciple?
- Question 2
- Beloved Osho, yesterday I saw you again after so many months -- all my questions disappeared by seeing and hearing you. Tell me what is really the secret of this happening -- because when I am on my own again, my mind starts doubting and wondering again and again.
- How can I make this little crazy mind of mine my friend? I have tried for so long now.
- Question 3
- Beloved Osho, in all the years with you I felt meditations simply 'happened' to me. Then in the last time when I was away from you I felt this was not me, but your grace overflowing towards me.
- For the first time I saw that I needed to give meditation a priority in my life or it would not happen. Now, melting in your presence again, everything I could ever desire is here.
- Osho, what happens to the disciple when one is without the master?
- Question 4
- Beloved Osho, whenever you call your therapists your 'messengers', I feel weird and embarrassed. It sounds so big -- and I feel so small. The only real therapist I've ever come across anyway is you.
- I loved the postman story, but the postman these days is somebody totally anonymous; one doesn't even notice he's been there, one just finds the messages.
- I wish I could be a postman, but I'm not yet a nobody either.
- Beloved master, is it alright for the time being to be your singing telegram?
- Question 5
- Beloved Osho, the first days I was here with you, I felt only sheer delight, joy, love and gratitude. Now a coolness is there that scares me. From an attitude of wanting to jump up and down and clap my hands in delight, I now feel less excited.
- Osho, my beautiful master, I do feel my heart beating with yours -- and I feel separate. How can I let you penetrate me more, become each breath that I take, part of my very cells? How can I open more to you so that you can penetrate my being totally, so that I can taste more of your silence?
- Osho, just writing now, there is no coolness, only tears in my eyes, love in my heart, and anguish.
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