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The Twinkies were the "hostesses" who greeted and oriented visitors and journalists to Rajneeshpuram, showing them around, answering their questions and explaining what Osho and the | [[image:Twinkies-1.png | left | 300px | thumb | L-R: Jayamala, Veena, Sunshine, Punya, unknown, Rosalie, unknown]] [[image:RCC-Twinkies-1.jpg | right | 300px | thumb | L-R: Isabel, Sunshine, Moses, Samya, Rosalie, Sudipo, Sarita]] | ||
The Twinkies were the "hostesses" who greeted and oriented visitors and journalists to Rajneeshpuram, showing them around, answering their questions and explaining what Osho and the Ranch were all about, to the best of their well-trained ability. The name "Twinkies" was tongue-in-cheek and derived from an iconic American junk food product, [[wikipedia:Twinkie|Twinkies]], made by "Hostess Brands", and described as "golden sponge cake with a creamy filling". | |||
The Twinkies could be called an all-female team, though they did include one "honorary female", [[Sw Anand Anshumali]]. They were co-ordinated by [[Ma Prem Isabel]] and "anchored" by [[Ma Deva Jayamala]], who maintained [[Mirdad | The Twinkies could be called an all-female team, though they did include one "honorary female", [[Sw Anand Anshumali]]. They were co-ordinated by [[Ma Prem Isabel]] and "anchored" by [[Ma Deva Jayamala]], who maintained [[Mirdad|Mirdad Welcome Center]], at first in a modest trailer next to the barn in downtown Rajneeshpuram, before it was moved to more expansive quarters. Jayamala entertained visitors until one of the mobile crew came to show them around. They included [[Ma Prema Veena]], [[Ma Prem Sunshine]], [[Ma Yoga Punya]], [[Ma Ananda Sarita]], [[Ma Dhyan Rosalie]], [[Ma Anand Bhagawati]], [[Ma Anand Sophia]], [[Ma Anand Margaret]], [[Ma Yoga Sampatti]] and Anshumali among others. | ||
Veena | The second pic at right has four of these ladies, along with three Chamber of Commerce folks, all with titles and job descriptions. One can see the intermingling of roles and mutability of hats that was a hallmark of Osho's people's putting themselves forward during this time. | ||
[[#Veena|Veena]], [[#Bhagawati|Bhagawati]], [[#Sarita|Sarita]], [[#Punya|Punya]] and [[#Rosalie|Rosalie]] have generously shared some memories of their time with the Twinkies, below. | |||
==Veena== | |||
Veena's time in the group ran from late 1981 to 1983. Her article also appears in [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/08/08/twinkies-on-the-front-line/ Osho News], with lots more Ranch pics. | |||
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:Each day on the Ranch as a Twinkie, I was supposed to be conveying my enthusiasm and approval about our construction feats but I wasn’t being truthful. I could not rid myself of the feeling that creating this place was not what was supposed to be happening. Yes, Osho made the best of a bad situation – he always did – but still I felt something was deeply wrong. And remember, in the end, Osho and Nirvano died directly because of events related to Rajneeshpuram; some idiots in our Pune commune appointed themselves THE guardians of Osho's work – or tried to – and heavy-handedly diluted much of its depth and substance; our commune disintegrated, and we found ourselves scattered around the planet. The result is that the intensity of deep, collective devotional and meditative energy, necessary for the ultimate transformation – enlightenment -- has been mostly, although hopefully not entirely, lost. | :Each day on the Ranch as a Twinkie, I was supposed to be conveying my enthusiasm and approval about our construction feats but I wasn’t being truthful. I could not rid myself of the feeling that creating this place was not what was supposed to be happening. Yes, Osho made the best of a bad situation – he always did – but still I felt something was deeply wrong. And remember, in the end, Osho and Nirvano died directly because of events related to Rajneeshpuram; some idiots in our Pune commune appointed themselves THE guardians of Osho's work – or tried to – and heavy-handedly diluted much of its depth and substance; our commune disintegrated, and we found ourselves scattered around the planet. The result is that the intensity of deep, collective devotional and meditative energy, necessary for the ultimate transformation – enlightenment -- has been mostly, although hopefully not entirely, lost. | ||
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==Bhagawati== | |||
Bhagawati's time in the group ran from mid-1983 through the end of the Ranch. Her sharing below also appears in two articles in Osho News: [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/08/15/the-road-to-twinkiehood/ Part One] and [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/08/22/return-to-the-ranch/ Part Two], with more Ranch pics and some additional material. | |||
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[[image:Bhagawati-polyester-2.jpg|200px|right|thumb|Bhagawati on the job]] | |||
:Sometime in early autumn 1983 I was enlisted as a Twinkie and I joined the girls at Mirdad – Isabel, Sunshine, Sarita, Rosalie; Sophia joined us later. | |||
:I was told to test drive on a large school bus which freaked me out. The pick-ups that we used on the taxi runs had automatic gears, which I thought was one of the better inventions mankind had come up with. The buses didn’t and it took a lot of strength for me to hit the clutch or the brakes. I really didn’t want to drive one of those with a load of visitors inside while explaining to them what we were all about. | |||
:I can no longer remember how it happened but the bus idea was soon dropped and I learned how to drive one of the vans that held about eight people or so. I was trained by Sunshine how to conduct a tour – I accompanied her on two tours carrying visitors around. She told me to make sure I remembered everything she said precisely, because it was important I didn’t say anything that could create a problem for Osho or the community. | |||
:I was then let loose on my own with a group of American visitors. I was petrified to say something wrong. I couldn’t remember everything Sunshine had said and HOW she had said it, so I felt rather constrained the first time round. The second tour was easier, as I decided to talk in the way I always communicate and was pretty sure I wouldn't say something 'wrong'. It worked well and I enjoyed the daily tours, sometimes twice a day. | |||
:Also joining us from time to time was Margaret, who together with [[Sw Krishna Prem (Canadian journalist)|Krishna Prem]] worked as a researcher into all the media reports about Osho and the commune. Their findings were given to [[RLS]], the legal department. | |||
:Most of the visitors I connected with were very nice, they were so impressed with our progress, they wanted to know a lot about us – I don’t think they had met a lot of non-native people living in America before. One middle-aged woman once asked, "So where are you from?" Eager not to mention my nationality I smiled and said, "I was born in Vienna." She looked astonished at me and asked incredulously, "You are from Vietnam?" | |||
:All of us tour guides were very strict when it came to not disclosing Osho’s residence. Of course, most visitors asked where he lived. I’d casually wave my hand about dismissively and say we built his own private quarters and changed the subject. However, in order to get to the truck farm, we passed B-site on the road opposite. On that stretch there wasn’t anything interesting to see so many visitors would zoom into the long fence that surrounded Lao Tzu House and ask, "So what is that fence for?" | |||
:"Oh, we created a rather large deer park to protect them," I would explain and carry on, "strange, can’t see any around today though…" | |||
:When I wasn’t giving tours, there was a lot of paper work to be done at the office or we would get assigned to visiting journalists. More and more kept coming and they needed to be shepherded at all times. Of course, whenever some German-speaking journalists came I went around with them but depending on the influx, I also dealt with other nationalities. Most were usually fun to be with. | |||
:Isabel was a great coordinator and organizer, charming and diplomatic; I think we all liked her lots. I remember a phrase she once used when some journalist challenged her about Osho's way of speaking English. She smiled and said, "Ah yes, his delightful mispronunciations!" | |||
[[image:Bhagawati-Mirdad.jpg|200px|right|thumb|in Mirdad, check out those boots!]] | |||
:All of us were outfitted with rather boring uniforms in polyester. The set consisted of a flared purple skirt and a pink blouse. We also had a pair of long polyester pants with a kind of light purplish mushroom colour. We did what we could to shape up our outfits by adding a belt or scarf or some brooch. For winter I had a long down jacket, a down vest and a maroon-coloured thick coat with wool lining. I remember one day how lucky I felt when I checked out Vimalkirti (our communal outfitter) for some shoes and found a pair of beautiful dark-brown Italian-made knee-high leather boots with perfect fit! I hung on to those for many years to come. | |||
:The winter of 1983/84 was harsh, not only weather-wise. Building the Lao Tzu Town houses near Kabir creek and B-site in autumn, we also built the Mall and Hotel Rajneesh; we had to get many buildings up before a deadline, when new Oregon land-use laws could stop construction. That time was popularly called 'the crunch' and involved 16-hour shifts. | |||
:Night work was called for. I was allotted a pick-up truck and went from Socrates, where I loaded the air ducts that were being built there to the hotel to be installed and then back to Socrates. Often, I had to wait in the car for the load to be ready and it was very cold. Yet it was also so stunning to look through the windscreen at the clear cold night sky with millions of stars to get lost in. We usually stopped work by midnight. | |||
:Of course, the next day we would be up early to morph into Twinkie mode. At times we were so tired, that instead of having lunch some of us would sleep underneath the desks in a small office room where we could close the door and hide. | |||
:Every Saturday, Sheela conducted a coordinator’s meeting where every coordinator (mom) had to show up and reports were given about the past week or pending issues; generally, Sheela talked about some new plan or change of a department head maybe, sometimes related a titbit of what Osho had said, but usually set upon chewing up everybody who had in some way failed her or her instructions, in particular her husband, [[Sw Prem Jayananda|Jayananda]]. Sometimes Isabel was unable to attend those meetings and I went instead to several of them. It was not desirable to be sitting there… and, heaven forbid, contribute anything. | |||
:In Spring, after a prediction by Osho that AIDS would kill two-thirds of the world’s population, protective measures were introduced to our community which the media widely ridiculed and we Twinkies often had to deal with it. | |||
:<big><big>The Third Annual World Celebration and Share-A-Home</big></big> | |||
:During the festival I was standing with a journalist and his cameraman at the roadside waiting for Osho to drive by. We had to have some control about their movements and were encouraged to hang on to the journalist’s belts or, in absence of a belt, fingers into their pants; I dare say they kind of enjoyed that. So I hung on so he wouldn’t move too close to Osho’s rolled-down car window. | |||
:Osho approached and stopped the car and looked at the journalist. I was startled when he spoke! It was thrilling to hear him after such a long time! To me, his voice seemed to come from a far-away place when I heard him say, "Rajneeshism is the first and maybe last religion…" | |||
:I spent much time with a lovely TV crew from VPRO in The Netherlands. The reporter, Frank Wiering, was a charming, intelligent and unbiased man; I drove around with him and the crew and went to some places for the first time – such as on top of a hill, overlooking the kilometres-long row of sannyasins waiting for Osho’s drive-by. It was spectacular! | |||
:VPRO produced a beautiful documentary, entitled 'De Nieuwe Mens' (The New Man). | |||
:It was in late summer of that year that I had an unsettling dream. In that dream, I was standing near Lao Tzu House and I knew Osho was not there anymore. There were people in suits going in and out with papers in hand and I sensed they were from the FBI or the CIA. | |||
:In those days word had been going out encouraging us to share any unusual dreams because it seemed the land we were on was very spirited and lots of residents had vivid dreams. I remember Sarita in particular would tell us many amazing dreams she had. As the dream was so strange, I decided to mention it to (I think) [[Ma Yoga Pratima|Pratima]]. She listened yet barely commented and I forgot all about it until more than a year later… | |||
:September brought the Share-A-Home program. Initially peddled as an altruistic idea, it became soon clear to us that it had to do with the upcoming Wasco County elections. To ensure the expansion of Rajneeshpuram, we needed a friendly commissioner in power. | |||
:Residents were sent out with school buses to recruit hundreds of homeless people in major American cities and bring them to Rajneeshpuram. | |||
:Twinkies were told to meet every arriving bus with the street people. Upon climbing into the first bus I was welcoming, I stood next to the driver and had 40 pair of eyes glued on me. The men looked tired and dishevelled and I felt they had no clue why they were here… | |||
:On October 31, Osho began speaking again to a small group in Lao Tzu and we Twinkies got lucky because we were frequently invited to attend the discourses. The first time I sat through a discourse, I couldn't remember a word Osho said because the room was freezing cold and I was preoccupied breathing deep inside and keeping myself a bit warm. The next time I came equipped with layers upon layers of clothing and was alright from then on. | |||
:The majority of residents got to see the video of Osho’s talk the next evening in Rajneesh Mandir, also not very warm but we had heaters installed under the roof. As the videos were only shown after dinner, around 9 pm, most of us were already so tired and often fell asleep on the floor. Those videos were also sent to the communes in Europe. | |||
:In December I had another unusual dream: I am standing in a group with about 20 sannyasins along the road when Osho drives by. He stops the car, looks at me, points at me and says something like "It won’t be easy but it will be OK." I woke up feeling quite confused about what that meant. | |||
:Later that day I was called into the office and Vidya asked me if my passport was in order which I confirmed. She said that I would be travelling to Europe together with Isabel to establish press offices in the large communes because of the increasing interest in Osho and Sannyas. | |||
::[In the extended article in Osho News, Bhagawati describes her six months of PR work in Europe, during which she met her eventual life-partner, [[Sw Gyan Anatto|Anatto]]. When she returned, she found things quite different.] | |||
:<big><big>Return from Europe</big></big> | |||
:It started when I saw that around Jesus Grove a barbed wire fence had gone up, which was bewildering. I noticed several other curious changes and sensed the energy of our community had changed. I asked myself, “What am I doing here? Is this the place where I want to live?” I wanted to leave! And quickly. | |||
:The next morning it was announced that starting on the first day of the festival, Osho would be speaking publicly again. This was wonderful news and I consciously put all my doubts in some inner corner and jumped straight back into commune life. I absolutely wanted to be here for this. And at Mirdad we had a new Twinkie, for the first time a man, Anshumali who managed very gracefully to be surrounded by solely female co-workers. | |||
[[image:Mirdad-interior.jpg|200px|right|thumb|Mirdad interior, Bhagawati and Sarita (L-R)]] | |||
:We also had a small snack bar for visitors which was run by Neelam. On the menu were coffee and croissants, pastries and hot dogs with make-believe sausage which were extremely popular. Neelam was charming and caring – she spoiled us, bending management rules by heating up left-over food for those of us who were working late. | |||
:Thousands of friends arrived and with them Anatto who I had been waiting for. My friend Sneha was at the way station in Antelope and phoned me in the middle of the night when she found out on which bus he was going to arrive at the Welcome Centre! | |||
:The energy was running high once more and the festival took off; Osho was there in the body, so tangible, so strong. He had not been speaking during evenings in Lao Tzu since April 2, and drive-by again had been the only possibility to get a glimpse of him. | |||
:What with visitors and tours and journalists around, Anatto and I made the most of it to see each other every free minute. | |||
:Although I did remember the layout of our commune, there obviously had been changes along the roads that I was unaware of. On a tour with a journalist to [[Surdas]] truck farm, I pointed out that on the left was the chicken coop and talked all about chickens and their unfertilized eggs. I suddenly realized there weren’t any chickens and the journalist pointed that out too. Nonplussed I went on and said something like, "Ah, they all must be resting inside, it’s a hot day." I found out later that we had gotten rid of the chickens because they had become neurotic and plucked out each other’s tail feathers; it had been a proper mess to take care of them! | |||
:I barely got any sleep for about two weeks yet was flying on love, joy and adrenaline. This time Anatto was the one who went back home yet he would be coming again rather soon, for the three months exchange program. Or so we thought. | |||
:Twinkie life continued with the excitement of Osho giving interviews at Jesus Grove to journalists from all over the world in addition to daily discourses in Rajneesh Mandir. We were busy putting word out to the media, inviting them to come; the first interview was given on July 17. | |||
:Towards the end of August, an unsettling experience happened while I was accompanying a reporter from Newsday, a daily for New York City and Long Island. He got everything he had wanted to see and hear about, had interviewed Osho, and the last item on his list was an interview with Sheela. | |||
:I brought him to Jesus Grove in the early evening and as Sheela wasn’t yet available, we were asked to wait. Fred asked if he could have a coffee and when I went to pick up a cup at the hatch to the kitchen, I asked for a cup for myself too. I was given a cup for him and when I waited for mine I was told they were going to make fresh coffee and I would get it as soon as it was ready. | |||
:It took a while as we waited but I got the coffee in time before we met with Sheela. | |||
:After the interview I drove Fred to Hotel Rajneesh and continued towards home. I felt tired and not very alert and looked forward to lying down. When I approached the small bridge over the creek I felt uncertain if I could drive straight over it, my balance was off. But I did make it over, drove up to the house and parked. I reeled walking into the mudroom and started having heart palpitations. Even when I was lying down, they continued. I felt apprehensive and dizzy and not sure what was going on. I thought of calling Pythagoras for a doctor to come. Still lying there undecided, I held the locket of my mala in the hand and closed my eyes. And I clearly heard a voice saying, "Don't call a doctor." | |||
:I trusted this voice and didn't call, just stayed with the sensation of the heart beating so fast. I fell asleep at some point and woke up in the morning in exactly the same position. At Mirdad I didn't want to spread the word as to what had happened. I only told Isabel in confidence and she just looked very surprised and nothing more was said. | |||
:It was again only later that I found out about what had happened to Vivek after she had a talk with Sheela over a cup of coffee. She was feeling suddenly very unwell and developed strong heart palpitations. I realized that had I contacted Pythagoras, I would have been hospitalised and might have been 'treated' by Puja. I just wondered why I was targeted. | |||
:In the following few weeks we found out that a few long-time residents had left the commune but at the time didn't really know why. I remember [[Sw Prem Siddha|Siddha]] spending time at Mirdad for whatever reason and one day he whispered to me something about "there is much danger" and I should take good care of myself. We were interrupted and never spoke again; he and his partner [[Ma Sat Prabodhi|Prabodhi]] left the commune shortly after, in the middle of the night. | |||
:Early afternoon on September 14, we were alerted that Sheela and several other people were leaving. It barely caused a reaction in me, I thought, "Fine." A few people of her entourage, including Savita and Anugiten came into Mirdad before leaving but I can't remember why. I only know that after they left my gold-bound address book with a large B on it had disappeared. And with it all my contacts of the media and my friends and family. I also remembered Anugiten had been hanging around my desk trying to make some conversation which was strange because I barely knew him. We searched later everywhere for the address book but it was gone. | |||
:I drove over to the airport to see the action; a small group of residents had gathered and two sannyasins were singing a song accompanied by a guitar for Sheela and her entourage, which I thought was rather bizarre. People were saying goodbye and waving and at last the plane took off. | |||
:That very evening, unperturbed, Osho gave an interview to John Dettinger, of California Magazine, who didn't ask anything about Sheela. But the news spread quickly and from the next evening on there were lots of questions to Osho about Sheela’s departure and many other journalists followed suit, several from California, three journalists and one TV team from Germany, a Seattle TV crew and one from Australia. | |||
:And Jesus Grove was renamed to Sanai Grove. | |||
:<big><big>The Heat Is On</big></big> | |||
:The Twinkies experienced intense times while Osho was speaking about all the wrongdoings that were discovered and new revelations about Sheela's crimes came out of the woodwork almost daily. Dozens of law enforcement officers (FBI, INS) were searching for evidence of crime. Files were rifled, departments were searched, people were interviewed, US Navy divers searched one of the lakes for guns having been dumped – it was mayhem. | |||
:Journalists from all over were crowding Hotel Rajneesh and after we had heard rumours that the National Guard (about 4,000 of them) had been placed on alert and were ready to march into Rajneeshpuram, we asked the journalists, many of whom we knew well, to stay around – to help protect us. The word Jonestown came up more often than felt comfortable. | |||
:Osho continued to speak mornings and evenings. Sitting in Rajneesh Mandir, he was flanked by two guards holding machine guns; they looked expressionless at the sannyasins sitting in the audience. | |||
:By end of September rumours were going around that Osho might be arrested. It sounded ludicrous and when a sannyasin asked a question in discourse about this rumour and for a comment by Osho, he answered, | |||
::"Aha! That's really groovy. That’s the only experience I have missed in my life. And knowing that this is my last life, I would certainly want to be arrested. Make sure that I am handcuffed, because whenever I do anything, I do it totally." | |||
:Little did we anticipate this could ever happen as our lives and work now evolved with new management, and Hasya as Osho's secretary at the helm. | |||
:On October 27, Osho ended the morning discourse by answering the following question: | |||
::Beloved Master, Would you talk about Sheela and her gang? | |||
::My God! Such an old story. And you must be real lazy and late to ask such a question. I can talk about Adam and Eve – that is far more fresh. But I do not want to waste my time and your time about Sheela and her gang. It is finished. | |||
::Okay? | |||
:In the late afternoon on that day I was at the office when suddenly a journalist from the Chicago Tribune came running in, shouting he needed a phone line. I pointed him in the right direction and listened incredulously to what he was yelling into the phone, "The Bhagwan is leaving!" | |||
:He told me that two Lear jets were standing at the airport and soon after I heard one of them take off and then shortly after the second with Osho inside. | |||
:I heard late in the night that Osho had landed in Charlotte and been arrested; I was shocked yet I had a job to do. I went down to our communal living room with lists of journalists' names and phone numbers and began making phone calls, starting with "Bhagwan has been arrested in Charlotte, North Carolina." We hoped that a huge media presence in Charlotte would make a difference and protect him. I think some other Twinkies must have been doing the same in their houses but cannot remember. | |||
:The next day, at Mirdad, we saw the footage on what had gone down in Charlotte on TV. It seemed too absurd, just like a movie, yet inexplicably real. It was so very painful to see Osho in this situation and us not being able to do anything about it. For the next 12 days I was deeply concerned he could be killed by the authorities, in particular when we lost track of him and not even his lawyers could find out where he was being held. | |||
:The media went wild again. We had so many press clippings coming in! Every day was so intense and I cannot remember many details. | |||
:When Osho finally was brought to Portland, he was released on bail and returned to Rajneeshpuram on November 8. It was dark, when he was driven home and, at the roadside, I saw him smiling, looking incredibly frail and almost transparent. It hurt to see how his body must have suffered. | |||
:Five days later D-day arrived. Osho left Rajneeshpuram for the last time and was flown to Portland where he was sentenced while maintaining his innocence. The next day we huddled in front of the TV and saw Osho walk up the steps to the plane that would take him to India. As a background theme the station had chosen the music from 'I'm leaving on a jet plane', which made us smile and cry at the same time. At the entrance he turned – a strong breeze stirred his long beard, he smiled, lifted his right hand in a last greeting and then stepped inside. | |||
:It was stunning. For a long time, nobody talked. | |||
:And then it was all about winding down the Ranch. Visitors were still coming, we did tours, answered their questions while nobody could answer ours. We heard Osho was in Kulu Manali and I was glad he was back in India. While an exodus began of so many friends leaving I was still undecided. | |||
:One morning though I woke up and said to myself, you are going to Zurich to be with Anatto – in spite of not being eager to live in Europe, in spite of not knowing how it would be to live with him and where, because he was a member of the Zurich commune; but my heart knew. | |||
:I left beginning of December, immensely grateful to Osho, for the incredible time I had spent in Rajneeshpuram, for all the learning and experiences, for all the joy, for all the friends I knew. | |||
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==Sarita== | |||
This is a rather smaller excerpt from Sarita's article in [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/09/05/twinkie-revelations/ Osho News] on her Twinkie experience. As most of her article features interior experiences more than purely factual information, the bulk of it has been left there for readers to discover independently. | |||
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:The work with the press was a fascinating dance of reality and unreality. Journalists would come and be very impressed by all that we were and had achieved. We had literally greened the desert! They would write a very positive article only to have it overturned by the editor of their magazine or newspaper. Many of the articles were simply a rehash of something written many years before with as many derogatory statements as possible. When we would question the journalists as to why they did this, they would throw up their hands in despair and say, “It is either print untruth or lose my job!” | |||
:And indeed, one evening a frequent visitor to the Ranch who was a TV presenter, was relaxing in the bar / lounge after a long day of filming. I had been his press relations liaison for months and so we had developed a friendly working relationship. Everyone who stayed at Rajneeshpuram for any length of time got used to frequent hugs and he was no exception. I threw my arm around his shoulder in camaraderie as we shared a laugh. His film man shot this brief moment and the boss saw it the next day and freaked out. This poor TV presenter was taken off the job, accused of being ‘too friendly’ with the Rajneeshees! | |||
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==Punya== | |||
Punya was a Twinkie in 1982 for a while, but was unable to stay "permanently" until some nine months later. Her Twinkie memories gathered here include a new area not previously mentioned, of dealing with press clippings, in addition to the regular showing people around. Lots more can be found in her article in [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/09/19/love-the-work/ Osho News], including short excerpts from her book ''[[On the Edge]]'' and links to other articles in ON with longer excerpts. | |||
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[[image:Twinkies-with-journalist.jpg|right|300px|thumb|L-R: Sarita, Punya, Margaret, Sunshine, Rosalie, unknown, Sambuddha, unknown, journalist kneeling]] | |||
:I found the Reception trailer quite easily and was rewarded by landing in great company. There were Veena and Sarita, whom I knew from before, and Isabel, Rosalie and Jayamala. I was given my first tour where I took notes; names, amount of square miles, history. My head was spinning. But soon enough I was introduced to the filing system of the press clippings, which Jayamala had started and – it appeared – was quite happy to relegate to someone else. So, kind of glorified ‘housekeeping’ job it was! | |||
:Writing [in my book] about my period on the Ranch from the perspective of a Twinkie was a good ‘hanger’. I had the perfect excuse of listing size and geography of the place as well as bragging about our accomplishments; buildings, roads, dwellings. | |||
:Many excerpts from my book have already been published on Osho News, so will just link to those longer pieces. But here is one unpublished piece that I wish to add here (from Chapter 6 – ''Celebration''): | |||
::We gave tours to the guests who visited the Ranch from as far away as Alabama – and their accent was the most difficult for me to understand! On the other hand, I was always asked what accent I had. Maybe they thought I was from some remote US state. I tried my best to blend in with the surroundings… and had started to adopt the American way of pronouncing words, with all the open vowels and the hot potato rolling of the R’s. | |||
::I was amazed to see how tour parties travelled for hours on end to get here (similar distances would have crossed Switzerland from one side to the other and back!) but then this was America, and America was big. They had maybe read something about us in the newspapers and wanted to see things for themselves. Most visitors were attracted by the pioneer spirit, the results of which they could admire on the tour. (Nobody had yet mentioned ‘meditation’ in any of their questions.) | |||
::I learned how to start and drive our blue automatic diesel van and was allowed to use our tiny school bus to drive myself home to the distant trailers of Desiderata. I practised double-declutching (this was the official excuse) while exploring the bee hives on the single track beyond [[Surdas]], our farm at the John Day River. There was freedom, exploration, pioneering, enthusiasm and excitement in the air. This was the Wild West dream come true. | |||
:<big><big>First Annual World Celebration</big></big> | |||
:This was all before the First Annual World Celebration (3-7 July1982). The wording felt like an exaggeration when I first saw the bookmarks which we had started to give out to the visitors and send out to journalists, but eventually – to my surprise – over 5,000 people came from all over the world. Sometimes we were also asked to help the tent crew to lift the platforms onto the stilts. The tents were then later mounted on them. Or… | |||
::The Twinkies were also given some security jobs. On an extra evening shift Rosalie and I staffed the Mirdad guard hut not far from our trailer. We were equipped with a radio, clipboard, a handheld torch, which I learned is called ‘flashlight’ here, and a lot of gossip. One evening a truck came to a halt under a cloud of dust in front of us. The driver swept his brow and looked at us in distress, “I have a delivery of a few hundred mattresses in my truck. They must have given me the wrong address. There is nothing here.” Little did he know that in the next few weeks we would be putting up thousands of tents for our guests who would join the upcoming Celebration. He thought someone had played a practical joke on him. | |||
:The Festival was an ongoing celebration! | |||
::Osho’s drive-bys at two o’clock reached kilometrical proportions. It was a long walk to get to the end of the line of people if you didn’t want to be hidden three-deep behind the front row. The highlight of the Festival was on Master’s Day when thousands of rose petals were released from our little Piper plane onto Osho’s car (which now was a Rolls-Royce) and onto those standing in line. […] | |||
::While everyone went back to their professions or to their jobs at the 500 meditation centres which had sprouted up all over the world, I went back to sorting the many press clippings about the ‘red-clad followers’ according to country, title of newspaper and date, the way Jayamala had shown me. The other Twinkies were mesmerized to see that with one ‘swoosh’ I could retrieve, as if by magic, any given article from one of many steel cabinets. I am still wondering what was so special about that. “It is just a matter of filing them in the proper place,” I kept telling them… | |||
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:<big><big>Second Annual World Celebration</big></big> | |||
:I do not remember if after my return there had been a discussion where to work, but somehow I became again part of the Twinkies, all getting ready for the Second Annual World Celebration and sending out press releases to international, national and local media. This time, though… | |||
::The Twinkies’ office was now fifty yards down the road from its previous spot which had become the main road over Kabir creek. (The advantage of a trailer is that it can be moved!) It was now located close to the new ponds. | |||
:In the meantime part of our Ranch had been incorporated and had become Rajneeshpuram. This meant that I had to update my notes from the previous year. E.g. the Mandir which was a ‘greenhouse’ the previous year, had not become a ‘meeting hall’ – these new instructions were then reversed when later Rajneeshpuram was disincorporated and declared an illegal town. I am describing my jaw-dropping experience after coming back and updating my notes in the piece called, [[https://www.oshonews.com/2018/03/20/rajneeshpuram-disincorporated/ Lakes, dams and new buildings], [with tons of facts about the Ranch] | |||
:During this second Festival I also got involved with some German journalists, but mostly with photographers. One experience I remember vividly has been published under, [https://www.oshonews.com/2010/10/27/photographers-rajneeshpuram/ A photographer’s breakthrough]. I was accompanying a grumpy photographer (he was utterly distressed and nervous about his career) who chose, to my astonishment, a far-away location to take a shot of the drive-by. He was so very lucky that Osho changed car at the perfect distance (the Rolls-Royces at that slow speed and in the desert heat tended to overheat and had to be replaced from time to time – but one never knew where). From there he took the perfect shot that was then distributed nationwide by one of the press agencies. I came to realise that only after the Festival while filing the hundreds of clippings with his photo. I was so happy for him! Career saved! | |||
:In another piece, [https://www.oshonews.com/2018/03/24/coping-with-the-media-coverage/ Coping with the media coverage], I talk about the influx not only of the press clippings after this Second World Festival but also about the animosity that had been created in the neighbourhood. There was so much material to be filed and lawyers moving in and out of our office getting copies of clippings, that we had to move to a larger space; we ended up in the back of the airport building. | |||
:Although I was not talking directly to journalists nor giving talks to groups ‘outside’, as Veena did (in fact I never saw her…) just to read the headlines was awful enough. (Of course all my friends working in other departments had no clue of what was happening, happy to be involved in ‘building the city’. And they did not want to know either…) Reason why I called that chapter ‘Coping…’. From that time I mainly remember the long, grey, laminated desk with Margaret and her Rolodex file on my right. She had to read the clippings in their entirety and make a resume with tags that would then be consulted by the lawyers. | |||
::I knew well that I was on the Ranch out of love for Osho and that I came to visit the place to be close to him, but this constant negative input made me wonder if maybe somewhere the media were right. I do not understand this psychological twist, but maybe it is a survival mechanism, similar to the way an abused child blames herself for her parents’ bad behaviour. I was in such turmoil that I decided to write to Osho. The answer just said: “Love your work.” I wondered how such a simple device as loving one’s work could stop this negativity from affecting me, but it must have done its job, as, with no effort on my side, I came back to my true self the very same day. | |||
:We bonded deeply, Margaret and I, she being British had a wonderful sense of humour which helped us ‘cope’. I was very sad to hear recently that she died shortly after completing her manuscript (we had spoken about that book) that was scrapped after she had shown it to the relevant ‘authorities’. | |||
:I am tempted to publish another excerpt (the book is 440 pages long, so there will still be a lot you have not read yet), calling it, [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/09/19/uncomfortable-questions/ Uncomfortable questions]. Here I talk about giving the daily tours to the visitors, and one memorable tour I will never forget, which I want to include in this article: | |||
::During the Festival I had given my most memorable tour of the Ranch. A yellow school bus full of Festival visitors from Italy had driven up to our meeting point and on the tour everybody was so enthusiastic about all the changes which had taken place since their last visit, that I often had to silence them in order to give – over the PA – the details of the new construction in front of us. I could leave out the entire political rap which was of no interest to anybody and injected the talk with lots of humorous bits which made the bus almost jump off the road. With them I was flying like a kite. Only later I realised that it had been so easy because I was speaking in my mother tongue, so close to my mind, so close to my heart. | |||
:In this last excerpt I am also writing about journalists, writers, university professors from whom we had received – for a change – some positive feed-back. I did not have direct contact with them (they were in the hands of Isabel, Veena and Sunshine), but wanted to add them in my book (these pages were put together with the help of my good friend Roshani, one of the above ‘professors’). | |||
<big><big>Press Releases: Rolls-Royces and AIDS</big></big> | |||
:No longer happy with media getting interested in us only once a year for the Festivals, someone had the idea to line up Osho’s Rolls Royces and then send out a press release showing an image of the cars together with a portrait of Osho. I was involved in the sending out and then the receiving of the press clippings… (mountains!). This you can read in [https://www.oshonews.com/2012/02/26/rolls-royce-press-clippings/ Osho’s Rolls in the US press]. | |||
:This is the funny part (for me as an archivist): | |||
::The usual procedure of pasting the articles onto individual sheets, marked with title and date of publication, was quickly abandoned. We decided to file them according to States and created special folders called: Rolls – Ohio, etc. The number of clippings could then be measured by the bulking of the individual folders. In this way I learnt the names of all the states of America. | |||
:And here about the press release regarding AIDS: | |||
::Not long after the Rolls-Royce press release there was a second one which generated a response of the same magnitude. A meeting was announced one day and everybody was bussed to the Mandir. Osho informed us, through his secretary, that the time of sexual carelessness, now prevalent in this modern age, had ended, because the lives of two thirds of the world’s population was threatened by AIDS, a newly-discovered viral disease which had no cure. | |||
::Osho offered the following solutions so that we could take responsibility and care for our health: | |||
::''If you are ready and can drop sex altogether through understanding and without repression, this is the safest protection from the disease.'' | |||
::''Or remain with the same partner; merge into the same partner, move more and more into intimacy and less into sexual activity.'' | |||
::''Even if you are with one partner, or if you have several partners and choose to have sex, at least make use of the scientific knowledge available: use condoms during the sex act and latex or rubber gloves during foreplay. Oral and anal sex should be completely avoided, since there is no way to protect ourselves from exposure to AIDS.'' | |||
::''The final thing is to thoroughly wash yourself after any sexual exposure.'' | |||
::(from a leaflet given out to all Festival participants) | |||
::The press release was picked up enthusiastically by the same number of newspapers who reported on the Rolls Royces and, this time, we had to get an altogether new filing cabinet to accommodate the equally bulging folders, now called: AIDS – Ohio, etc. Unfortunately, the world media’s enthusiasm did not reflect Osho’s concern, but rather ridiculed the prediction. They were happy to have another go at Osho. | |||
:But… | |||
::The press release, dated March 1984… must have left a mark on the international collective unconscious. Three or four years later these exact same preventative measures were proposed to the public in posters and advertisements all around the world – without, of course, mentioning Osho’s initial contribution. | |||
:This was probably my last piece of office work with the Twinkies. How I came to change my job, and to which one of the many other jobs I moved to, I do not remember, but it was for sure one of those I held the longest. The pyramid building at the entrance of our town, which was then given the name Mirdad Reception, I only came near much later when as a taxi driver I picked up Festival visitors to take them to their tents, or as a bus hostess (same uniform) leaving with the big silver coaches to Portland. | |||
:Other opportunities to wear the dreaded uniform (plastic trousers – what colour were they? something like mauve? and the pink polyester blouse) were again given to me during the later Festivals when I was asked to keep the lines under control during drive-by – not making me particularly popular for potential dates… | |||
:When I think of the Twinkies I see beautiful faces: Isabel’s impish smile, the grounded presence of Sunshine, Sarita’s elegance, heart-buddy Rosalie, somewhere Sophia in the background, and the very professional Veena (Margaret told me once: “It looks like Isabel is in charge, but it is actually Veena who has everything in check!”) Here you go Veena! Bhagawati who joined the Twinkies later I knew through other commune card-shuffles. | |||
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==Rosalie== | |||
Rosalie also has an article in [https://www.oshonews.com/2020/10/24/rosalie-twinkie/ Osho News] on her Twinkie experience, from which we present a couple of excerpts. On her first day at the Ranch, the first day of 1982, she was sent to join the Twinkies. Within minutes, Isabel came in and took her out to her car for a ranch tour, plunging her big-time into a Situation. She writes: | |||
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:Sitting in the passenger seat was a plain-clothed man; rather serious – was my first impression. Off we went, me learning first-hand from Isabel, not only how to give a tour, but more importantly, the style, the wit and intelligence from my dream-come-true mentor! | |||
:I sat in the back seat listening intently to every word she uttered. It seemed to me this serious man may be caving in and maybe unable to stay focused on whatever his intentions and questions were. Isabel's charm and beauty must be throwing him off his game. How could he resist? We were heading into the Ranch yard and were parking in front of the trailer when he turned his head and whole body toward me. | |||
:He asked, glaring into my eyes, "Do you know anything about marriages between foreigners and Americans?" My heart seemed to stop. The magical spell I thought he and I were under, came to a screeching halt! Up until then I was a fly on the wall, simply there to observe. "No, I have never heard anything like that occurring," I replied. Both set of eyes riveted on mine, as if I may give something away. He then asked, "Have you married anyone?" "Well, I was brought here as a mail order bride." (A mail bride was a playful way to describe those of us who were imported by our boyfriends. We became residents without needing additional accommodation which was scarce in the beginning.) I didn't dare glance at Isabel in case it might appear I was looking to be coached. | |||
:"What is that?" he asked. I explained with an air of pride and the unflappable stance of a natural born Twinkie. "Is he European?" "No," I replied, "he is from Texas!" Visibly annoyed that I was not the live fish he thought he had caught, he turned away from me. Isabel seemed to exhale, and said nothing, but I knew I had passed my first test by being thrown into the frying pan and surviving. Later I found out that the serious man was an FBI agent. That’s when I knew that the stakes were high and a wrong answer might jeopardize the existence of the commune. I got cold feet. The following morning I met with Vidya explaining, I am not right for the job." | |||
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Rosalie did other things for about four months but then felt confident enough to return to the Twinkies, where she remained until the end of the Ranch. She reports: | |||
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:By the time the Ranch came to a close there had been dozens, mostly women, working for various lengths of time. By the end we had expanded to about 15 Twinkies, managing all the media that swarmed into the Ranch, each of them needing one of us to chaperone them. We were a hot story in the press, so to speak, "on fire!" Exactly what Bhagwan wanted. The whole world was looking at us and, as I understood, the fire would grow from an ember to a blaze and in that moment all of humanity could wake up! | |||
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:It was wonderful to give tours of the Ranch and watch every day the changes that were happening. With a blink of an eye the culverts were installed to redirect the water so roads could be carved into the hills and mountains. | |||
:A-frames and quadruplexes using tent platforms from the festival and voilà! [[Walt Whitman Grove|Walt Whitman]] and [[Alan Watts Grove|Alan Watts]] Groves appeared! The truck farm started with rows of seedlings that were watered by an irrigation system, and presto! – rows of vegetables to feed our commune. A dam, not just any dam, landscaped with our logo that welcomed each visitor as they made their way down the 26-mile narrow, dusty, bumpy county road. Surely, whatever their preconceived ideas, these would be dispelled by seeing the beauty of the dam and [[Krishnamurti Lake]]. They knew, right then, this would be an experience like no other! | |||
:It was very easy to show off our community as everything was so beautiful including every one of us. The brilliance was evident. I gave approximately 1000 tours and, sometimes I felt robotic. And when I was feeling that way I would remind myself that Bhagwan would talk about how he would eat the same dal every day and was always excited to be served, as if for the first time! | |||
:By the time the tour was finished everything was making sense. All questions were answered and their fears quashed. They had had a personal experience. My heart brimmed with love, viewing from the tour bus our commune and all we were accomplishing from one day to the next. | |||
:When I said goodbye to the visitors most often their eyes were bright and many hugged me. I congratulated them for taking the time to have a real experience. My wish was always that they would go out into their communities and tell their friends how awesome Rajneeshpuram was and that the orange people turned the Big Muddy into an oasis! | |||
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The Twinkies were the "hostesses" who greeted and oriented visitors and journalists to Rajneeshpuram, showing them around, answering their questions and explaining what Osho and the Ranch were all about, to the best of their well-trained ability. The name "Twinkies" was tongue-in-cheek and derived from an iconic American junk food product, Twinkies, made by "Hostess Brands", and described as "golden sponge cake with a creamy filling".
The Twinkies could be called an all-female team, though they did include one "honorary female", Sw Anand Anshumali. They were co-ordinated by Ma Prem Isabel and "anchored" by Ma Deva Jayamala, who maintained Mirdad Welcome Center, at first in a modest trailer next to the barn in downtown Rajneeshpuram, before it was moved to more expansive quarters. Jayamala entertained visitors until one of the mobile crew came to show them around. They included Ma Prema Veena, Ma Prem Sunshine, Ma Yoga Punya, Ma Ananda Sarita, Ma Dhyan Rosalie, Ma Anand Bhagawati, Ma Anand Sophia, Ma Anand Margaret, Ma Yoga Sampatti and Anshumali among others.
The second pic at right has four of these ladies, along with three Chamber of Commerce folks, all with titles and job descriptions. One can see the intermingling of roles and mutability of hats that was a hallmark of Osho's people's putting themselves forward during this time.
Veena, Bhagawati, Sarita, Punya and Rosalie have generously shared some memories of their time with the Twinkies, below.
Veena
Veena's time in the group ran from late 1981 to 1983. Her article also appears in Osho News, with lots more Ranch pics.
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Bhagawati
Bhagawati's time in the group ran from mid-1983 through the end of the Ranch. Her sharing below also appears in two articles in Osho News: Part One and Part Two, with more Ranch pics and some additional material.
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Sarita
This is a rather smaller excerpt from Sarita's article in Osho News on her Twinkie experience. As most of her article features interior experiences more than purely factual information, the bulk of it has been left there for readers to discover independently.
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Punya
Punya was a Twinkie in 1982 for a while, but was unable to stay "permanently" until some nine months later. Her Twinkie memories gathered here include a new area not previously mentioned, of dealing with press clippings, in addition to the regular showing people around. Lots more can be found in her article in Osho News, including short excerpts from her book On the Edge and links to other articles in ON with longer excerpts.
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Press Releases: Rolls-Royces and AIDS
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Rosalie
Rosalie also has an article in Osho News on her Twinkie experience, from which we present a couple of excerpts. On her first day at the Ranch, the first day of 1982, she was sent to join the Twinkies. Within minutes, Isabel came in and took her out to her car for a ranch tour, plunging her big-time into a Situation. She writes:
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Rosalie did other things for about four months but then felt confident enough to return to the Twinkies, where she remained until the end of the Ranch. She reports:
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