Love Song for OSHO

Anand Devika Ma

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This story is my love song for Osho. I always wanted to give Osho a gift, but I had nothing to give. I once wrote a poem for Osho that the only thing I have to give is my heart and that is nothing because I have already given it. The only thing I can think of is to sing the song of my heart for Osho.

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• Publié par: Diamond Books
• Date de parution: 06 novembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9788128822643
• Langue: English

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“ If you can reach to the centre of your being, the silence of your innermost core, you can see two roads, one horizontal, another vertical. The vertical line is rare… It is perhaps the only rare thing in Existence, because it takes you on the journey to eternity and immortality. The flowers that blossom on those paths are inconceivable by the mind and the experiences that happen are unexplainable .”
– OSHO
LOVE SONG FOR
OSHO
 

 
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Love Song for OSHO
By - Ma Anand Devika
 
 
 
In dedication to my beloved Master Osho and also for Ma Prem Nirvano
PREFACE
This story is my love song for Osho. I always wanted to give Osho a gift, but I had nothing to give. I once wrote a poem for Osho that the only thing I have to give is my heart and that is nothing because I have already given it. The only thing I can think of is to sing the song of my heart for Osho.
I sing my song for Osho in the present tense because the deepest mysteries of this Universe are timeless, and who knows, if our desire is such, perhaps it is possible to have the same experiences again. I would like to live these experiences with Osho over and over again. If there is a heaven, I would like that for my heaven - to live my life over and over again for the rest of eternity. Even though my path sometimes goes through dark valleys, over mountain peaks and through forests, it is so exciting, and in this life with Osho there are so many flowers, so much beauty and joy that every step of the path is precious, and so wonderful - and still I am walking on it into the unknown. It is never ending. The song goes on forever.
I have tried to sing the song as truthfully as possible. I can only say that it is my story. As I see it, the Master works on all his disciples as individuals, and everyone will have his own song to sing, and every one is valid.
CONTENTS
PREFACE
THE SONG
TWENTY YEARS LATER-2009
ABOUT OSHO's CHILDHOOD AND THE EARLY YEARS
THE SONG
The Secret
One spring day I am sitting with my mother eating lunch in the front room of our small house in Kent in the south of England. It is 1965 and I am eleven years old and on holiday from school. Suddenly my mother looks out of the window and cries out in delight. My twenty year old brother, Tony, is coming up the road with a haversack on his back. We have been waiting for him for months. He has just returned from hitch-hiking to India for which he took a year off from his University studies and sent post-cards to us from every place. I am very excited to see him again. I adore my older brother and he is very charismatic, but now as he enters the house after being in India, he looks to me radiant like a god.
He does not say he has found anything special there, but just looking at his face I know that he has, and I know that I have to go to India too, and that I am going to live there. I hug the secret to my heart and later I tell him, but only him. He tries to discourage me from it, because he says that travelling in India is quite dangerous for a girl alone, but the seed has already taken root in me and I start saving half my pocket money each week for the fare to India - it is not much! One day my bag is stolen and all my money taken out except the post-office stamps that I am saving, and I take it as a magical sign that I am really meant to go.
My brother has always claimed to be an atheist and was reading a book before he went to India called ‘God is Dead’ by Friedrich Nietzsche -I saw it in his cupboard. But I am quite religious as a child, although my parents are not at all, except that my mother sometimes takes me to the Church of England family service on Sundays, but as I always joked, to look at other people's hats. However, my parents are very kind people. Nobody ever taught me to pray, but I recite a string of funny prayers I make up myself at night. One evening, a few weeks after my brother has returned, I am talking to him about India, and he asks me why I want to go there, and I reply without thinking: “Because God wants me to.”
I do not know why I believe this or what I am going to do there, but I am sure that the divine spirit I call God will show me when I get there.
My brother is very sweet to me, unlike some brothers to their small sisters and he replies kindly: “Well, you'll find a way then.”
The Promise
Before the age of four, I had a boyfriend called Bakki Likki who used to come into the garden and play with me. I remember him clearly even years later, but I am told when I am older that he was imaginary!
Then when I am four, a real boy of my own age moves with his family to the house two doors away from me and we spend all our childhood playing together. When we are in our teens, he wants to marry me. I love him too but the way a sister loves, and I know I will go to India instead, but I do not tell him or anyone else of my secret.
My family is not rich. When I am a child my mother does not have a washing machine, a refrigerator or even a telephone. We have a coal fire in the lounge which my mother lights every day in the winter.
At the age of thirteen, I go on my first trip abroad with my parents to Italy for a holiday, and there in one of the many sea-side shops I buy myself a cheap solid silver ring and I put it on my wedding finger. Then in the night I make a secret promise that I will go to India if I possibly can and that it will be like a marriage to God, the way I have heard that it is for nuns. I have read about nuns and it sounds romantic to me. I want to keep the ring on, but my mother tells me to take it off- saying that it is very bad luck for a girl to wear a ring on her wedding finger before marriage!
I am an incurable dreamer and I plan secretly that I will leave school and go to India at the age of fifteen, but as I reach that age I realise that it is not possible - my parents want me to stay on at school and they would never let me leave home at this age! When I apply to go abroad to India with a voluntary organisation at the age of seventeen and am accepted, my mother is very unhappy - so with reluctance, I give up the idea and go to Teacher's Training College as they want me to instead, but I promise myself that as soon as I finish I will go abroad.
I write all my thoughts in secret diaries at this time, and the longings of my heart I express in poems. One poem I write in a secret notebook which I hide away in a secret cupboard:
“I cannot put aside one plan, the wildest notion of my dreams; nor stoop for resignation here, that all is not what it would seem. I must but search for what I know, nor question how or why I go. I know they cannot understand, for discontented they are not. They do not strive for dreams too high, nor scan the treacherous mountain tops. …Oh let me find out Heaven's will, so at my death I am not searching still.”
The Dream of the Temple
So I agree to go to College in Bristol to study, although actually it is against my will, because I discover when I go for the interview that for me there is a terrible atmosphere there. I learn later that the College is built on the site of the graveyard of Negro slaves who were brought by ship up the Bristol Channel on their way to America, one and a half centuries ago. The College campus is on Blackboy Hill which is part of White Ladies Road. For the first time in my life I learn that places really do collect atmosphere and I cannot wait to get away from the city, although I never meet anybody else who feels this as strongly as I do about the place. However, I make friends there and have quite a good time.
One night shortly after I have arrived at the College in Bristol, I have a beautiful visionary dream that I am lying on the satin floor of a round white temple, in a state of absolute peace and bliss, as I have never known before. There are candles all around me. I know that this is the state I am searching for.
In the summer holidays I spend six weeks working on a Kibbutz in Israel and there I decide to become vegetarian. I have been thinking of this for a few years and it feels to me to be a first step on my spiritual journey. It does not feel right to me to kill animals for food when there are so many vegetables and fruits to eat in this world.
I am interested in Eastern religions, especially Buddhism and Hinduism, and at College I study Religion as my main subject, and later Philosophy as a subsidiary. We also study Psychology and Education. When we have to do a long written study of our choice in our main subject, I call mine, “Man's Quest for Paradise in World Religions.” I feel that this is not exactly the right title, that there is something else…but I have not yet discovered the word ‘Enlightenment’! I feel that at their heart, all the religions are the same -they are all searching for truth, and that one day I will find it, even if it takes me a lifetime and I have to search the whole Earth. I write in another poem, “I will be the bride of life, and I will search for truth.”
In my second year at College, I go on a Student Exchange Program, arranged by the College, to the University of Illinois in America, where I study for one semester and stay in America altogether for eight months. That is an experience! During the summer holidays I travel to Florida and work as a live-in babysitter and also as a chambermaid in a hotel on the beach. Then I travel around Florida alone for a couple of weeks before returning to England. I discover that I love travelling - especially alone.
Finally after three years I pass the teaching course and I am qualified to teach Religious Studies to children from eleven to eighteen years, or general subjects to children from five to thirteen. I would like to teach Religion, but deep in my heart I do no