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Kindred Spirits
It has been a busy time: traveling, on the road in Europe and Japan, enjoying events, the music, good vibes, meditating and celebrating with kindred spirits all along the way.
“The Festival East” in Riccione, Italy was a success this year: an expansion of energy from previous years and supported by the aesthetic, new venue. Congratulations to Videha and Team.
Japan was full of mystery and many surprises as always. I enjoyed the advent of Spring everywhere, which in Japan means many flowers, endless shades of green, and the sweet songs of birds; not to mention the remarkable choruses of frogs in newly-planted rice fields.
More highlights from my month in Japan included introduction of the new Chakraman Meditation. Also my first visit to Okinawa, where I met and played with Upanishad and his wonderful band, Champloose. I enjoyed rainbow-viewing on ‘God’s Island’ – one of the many spiritual islands off the coast of Okinawa. And stayed current with the gossip while enjoying many a good ‘breakfast-set’ with my friend and fellow musician, Pragyana, bass player of the juicy Banana Band from Tokyo.
At the end of my stay, I took time-out to polish my karaoke skills with friends, Mukti and Vimal. I even enrolled in a cooking class and learned to make soba noodles. After a dubious start, I was awarded a compliment by my teacher, who declared my noodles to be: “Good cut, neh?” I thought they tasted pretty good, too! Pictures from this fun-filled time will follow in next month’s update.
End of May finds me again in Stockholm, Sweden enjoying the long days and short nights Scandanavia is famous for this time of year; also preparing details for the upcoming Europe tour. In the current world climate, I can’t imagine a better time to meditate and celebrate, with people who share a positive vision of life: one of love and creativity, not misery and destruction.
‘The Festival East’, Riccione, Italy |
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Higher Mathematics
There is a branch of mathematics devoted to proving the mysteries of Existence with formulas and equations. It’s a rarefied realm inhabited by a special breed of people: people like Albert Einstein. His elucidation of the Law of Relativity is a good example of what scholars call abstract, or ‘higher’ mathematics. The discoveries in this field can sometimes have profound effects on the world in which we live. Witness the innocent looking little equation of Einstein’s, E=mc2, how when applied to the science of physics helped harness the power of the small atom.
This month marks my 28th sannyas birthday. It was twenty-eight years ago, one cool morning in India, I showed up at the ashram gates for my first Dynamic Meditation. So taken was I by the lucid eyes of the long-bearded sannyasin explaining the stages to me, I spaced-out the directions and breathed like a freight train through the second stage – twenty minutes! I will never forget how psychedelic the world looked after making that “mistake”; nor how alive I felt for the first time in my life. This was my first encounter with higher mathematics – of an inner kind that is.
You might laugh and wonder what meditation has to do with mathematics, but they are quite similar in a sense. For just as there is a science of the outer world, there is a science, or in this case, mathematics of the inner world. One particular formula I have discovered during in these twenty-eight years looks like this: music + meditation + celebration = personal transformation. But as any good mathematician will tell you, formulas need proving before they are can be accepted. So what about the proof for meditation then? Well, there’s a little saying that goes: The proof is in the pudding. Meaning: If you want to know how good the pudding is, you have to taste it for yourself. In other words, let’s do the math. See you at the events this year!
First dance at two years old with my beloved Raggedy Ann | Dancing with my beloved Master – Osho’s World Tour, Portugal, 1986 |
“It seems that as man becomes more and more intelligent, his crimes also become more and more intelligent. His criminal mind is far ahead of his effort to become enlightened.” Osho, The New Dawn, Chapter 32
I stood in front of the Atomic Dome at Hiroshima and the tears came from nowhere. I noticed Bhuti, my Japanese friend next to me, was also crying. It was the strong contrast to the wonderful meditation event we’d had the previous day and our lively dinner afterwards with the participants. Standing at Ground Zero seeing for myself the enormous destructive power humanity is capable of unleashing on itself was to say the very least — a deeply moving experience.
The Atomic Dome is one of the few buildings to remain standing more or less intact in the wake of the biggest weapon of mass destruction ever used by one country against another. Motionless, I stood in front of the memorial plaque and read the account of what happened in 1945: How, as both Japanese and American politicians split hairs over how to word Japan’s surrender terms, America went ahead and decided to drop two atomic weapons on the cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. It was a decision that effectively erased a quarter of a million human lives in a single moment and one that will forever remain a black spot on the history of mankind.
“America’s whole approach is: everything should be made better They are obsessed with the idea of bettering things. You have to have more speed, better machines, better technology, better railroads, better roads — better everything! And you can see what happened in Hiroshima and Nagasaki: America really did it better than anybody else has ever done it.” Osho, Theologica Mystica, Volume 2
Even among the scientists who helped create the bomb there was opposition, voices of dissent, and caution in the ranks. Japan had already been defeated. It just hadn’t formally surrendered. In the months leading up to the Hiroshima, politicians on both sides of the war fretted over petty details of surrender terms, while at the same time a strong momentum builbing to use the weapon: either as a means to exact vengeance and punish the Japanese for the emotional pain inflicted by the war; or simply to try out Oppenheimer’s new toy, a creation he himself dubbed his “Little Boy”. Whatever the motives, choices were made and the rest — including the innocent people used as a test group — is history.
“And because the whole American system depends on doing it better, then of course, in the same way you need a better man. It is the same logic. Then he fits with the whole American style of life. But the New Man is not necessarily the better man. He will be livelier, he will be more joyous, he will be more alert – but who knows whether he will be better or not? As far as politicians are concerned he will not be better, because he will not be a better soldier. He will not be ready to be a soldier at all.”
Osho, Theologica Mystica, Volume 2
An atomic bomb is no simple thing to make. It takes a certain intelligence to understand its physics, design, and to build it. My point is: Whether you are an uneducated Palestinian mother who blows herself up at an Israeli check-point or a master of atomic physics like Oppenheimer — both individuals are essentially human beings with the same heart beating in their chest. Acting out of desperation or calculation, it is still individuals who make such decisions to achieve certains ends — responsible or irresponsible as they may be. So while I am not in total agreement The National Rifle Association, they do make a valid point: Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. Guns are intrinsically neutral. Just as a bomb is. They don’t go off unless someone pulls the trigger or presses the button. In my opinion, this ability to choose is what defines us as human beings.
“The New Man will have a totally different vision of life. He will not be competitive. He will know that money cannot buy love or joy, that it is not the goal of life. He will live in a more loving way, because to him: Love is richness.”
Osho, Theologica Mystica, Volume 2
What about the issue of responsibility? If we as people have two choices before us, is there a responsibility in choosing one option over another? For example: Is there a valid argument for whole-scale slaughter over less destructive methods of solving disagreements? Or let’s put responsibility aside for a moment. Perhaps there is no such thing as choice at all: that the only options available are conditioned, knee-jerk responses. Recently, I read about two teenagers having an argument after school in Richmond, Virginia. The girl turned away and the other party shot her in the back. She was the 100th person to die from gun-related violence in this small, American city last year. In this particular case, I wonder: Were these people even remotely aware of the choices available to them? We read about it all the time: Someone driving a car gets angry with another driver at a traffic intersection. Emotions flare and out comes a gun. Add another statistic to the eleven thousand people who die each year from gun-related crime in America. As I see it, the ability to choose — and choose responsibly — doesn’t exist as long as we remain asleep, unconscious, unaware; at the mercy of our mind and emotions. Could it be we are forever-destined to settle our disputes like animals? Just like primitive man throwing rocks at one other. Are not atom bombs anything more than sophisticated rocks? Rocks or bombs — are they not the same to the fragile flower of human life?
“The man of the future has to be cosmopolitan. He cannot be an Italian, a German, an Indian, an African. No, he can only be a human being.”
Osho, From Bondage to Freedom, Chapter 22
I am not so naive as to suggest that all humanity needs is Osho Dynamic Meditation. I know the world we live in is a complex place. But are solutions really so complex? What is so complex about love? What is so complex about creativity? What is so complex about vipassana meditation? Are the stages of the Nataraj Dance Meditation really so difficult to grasp? At the risk of over-simplifying, I have to ask another question: Have we as humanity really explored meditation as an option? Have we given it a chance? I will be the first to admit, getting out of bed for Dynamic Meditation is never an easy thing at 6AM. But all joking aside, I do feel each one of us ultimately has a choice: either to be creative with our energies or destructive.
“In spite of the third-rate politicians, America is going to evolve, evolve into the New Man, evolve into a new humanity. I have chosen to be here. I have called you to be here.” Osho, From Bondage to Freedom, Chapter 22
The mayor of Hiroshima has written a beautiful letter in the aftermath of 9/11. It hangs in one of the exhibition halls at Peace Park. It is addressed to President Bush, urging him to exercise restraint in his reactions. While offering sincere condolences to the American people, it invites the President and all the world’s leaders to visit Peace Park, to witness for themselves the horror and senseless tragedy of armed conflict. Hopefully, they will gain some insight into humanity’s seemingly endless cycle of violence, thus better understanding the devastating effects of war on the lives of ordinary human beings everywhere. The eloquent mayor offers no ready answers. He just extends an open palm to the world as if to say, “Let us use intelligence to seek more positive and creative solutions to settle our differences.” I was dismayed to learn how few world leaders have visited Peace Park.
“America is certainly the place where the new man is going to be born.”
Osho, The Last Testament, Volume 2, Chapter 28
Meanwhile, we Americans to sip our cafe lattes and drive our Hummers, while our chopper pilots shoot up schoolyards full of Afghani kids playing marbles. I just read how America is now asking hospitals in Iraq to stop keeping count of civilian casualties from Iraq. Amazing how the lives of innocent civilians are referred to as collateral damage (not Americans, of course) such as when one of our precision-guided bombs missed their mark as happened recently, killing over four hundred women and children hiding in a Baghdad bombshelter. Collateral damage we call it. Such a strange choice of words to describe a human life. I guess it’s an easy word for politicians and military brass when it isn’t their kids in the bunker. Now Donald Rumsfield is floating the idea America should begin development of smaller, less powerful nuclear weapons, ones that can be used on the battlefield, ones that don’t kill so many people at once like the Hiroshima/Nagasaki version. Brilliant idea. So instead of weapons of mass destruction we’ll have weapons of controlled destruction. How tidy and efficient. Sanitized warfare. And these are the people setting the agenda for a whole nation? A nation that is supposed to be leading the world by its example? I find this insulting to humanity.
“This is only the American government. Don’t make it equal to America. The people of America are the most innocent, fresh, young — and are capable of giving birth to the New Man.” Osho, Transmission of the Lamp, Chapter 25
In America, we live under an illusion, spun very cleverly by the status quo, of individual freedom, peace and prosperity while a disturbing policy of military adventurism is pursued behind the facade of making the world a safer place. Well, it seems we certainly aren’t making it any safer for the average Iraqi citizen. Why are we looking in someone else’s backyard for weapons of mass destruction when the reality is America is the world’s primary manufacturer of destructive weapons? Mass or otherwise — we make them,
we sell them, we use them at our whim. It’s our business. BIG business. Osho’s observation after living four years in the United States was incisive: “Violence is the religion of America”. My point is: In the current world climate has there ever been a better time to learn the art of celebration? Has there ever been a better time to meditate and to pull the plug on all the bullshit and wake up? “I know. The question is from Milarepa. I can understand your anger. Every sannyasin would like to say ‘To hell with America’! But just say, ‘To hell with the American government!’
“America is far bigger, far more important – and I still hope that the new man will be born in America. These governments come and go; the people remain. The people are the very soul. A country is not made of land, it is made of the people. I can understand your anger, but remember: always to be careful to draw fine lines so that only the criminal is hit, not the simple, poor, innocent people.”
Osho, Beyond Psychology, Chapter 33
As big as the United States is, with all its tremendous resources and potential, I guess I expect a little more from the country of my birth. After all, it does happen to be the place Osho indicated the New Man will appear. The unfortunate reality as I see it: meditation has yet to take root in America. I’m not saying that unless you are into Osho you can’t know meditation. But for a man who is universally regarded as one of the world’s greatest mystics and religious thinkers of all time, I find it bordering on conspiratorial his books are not more-readily available in mainstream bookstores across the country. You’ll have no problem finding titles reflecting the latest trends from Buddhism, yoga, Dr. Phil.. Perhaps it takes a Madonna or a Sting to start doing Kundalini; or Oprah reading “Way of the White Cloud” to turn our heads. But let’s face it: In America, it’s easier to be entertained than to meditate. Why? Because meditation is sure to change you. It is sure to shake your tree. Meditation doesn’t screw around. It works. It disturbs. Yes, it creates waves in our safe, comfortable little lives, there’s no way around that. And yes, there is every possibility if we start meditating we might come to see some not-so-pretty things about ourselves along the way; a possibility when we start peeling the layers of the collective onion, we’ll come across a little bit of Saddam or Bush hiding inside all of us. Let’s be honest: For most of us, I think that’s a very scary prospect. But then again, coming back to that word ‘choice’. We have to want to wake up. Meditation takes courage and commitment, to stand up, alone if need be, and say: No more Hiroshimas. No more Nagasakis.
“What happened in America with me is nothing new. It has always been happening. You have to understand one thing, that whenever there is somebody who has a message for you which goes against your traditional ways, your orthodoxy, your conditioning – then your whole priesthood, your politicians, the status quo, all the vested interests are against such a man. For the simple reason: because he is a disturbance. If people listen to him there is going to be a revolution.”
Osho, The Last Testament, Volume 5, Chapter 23
Walking away from Peace Park, I felt a new clarity arising in me. I remembered all the times I heard Osho speak about the vested interests, politicians, priests, and the masses who worship their every word; how lies are continuously fed societies in an effort to manipulate and control them. I don’t think what’s happening now with George Bush is anything new. But for myself, I see my choices more clearly now. I get reminded of these choices every year at the events, seeing people from all different nationalities and backgrounds coming together to meditate, celebrate, dance, sing, to love and rejoice in their life-energy. They are just ordinary people like myself, making positive choice, for themselves and on behalf of humanity; choices that are in the interest of life, creativity, love, joy — not death, misery, and destruction. The responsible choice as I see for myself – and my answer to Hiroshima’s everywhere – is to wake up. Places like Peace Park remind the distance we still need to travel before claiming ourselves civilized. And for God’s sake, let us not forget our sense of humor.
Chakraman
As a theme for this year’s tours, I have chosen a symbolic figure from the caves of ancient India called chakraman. In our present time, chakraman exists as a beautiful painting by my friend and fellow sannyasin, mandala-painter Paul Heussenstaam, also known as Vibodha. You can learn more about him and his work at www.mandalas.com. In his own words: “Chakraman literally glows with the capacity to heal and teach using the ancient chakra energy-medicine.”
In my understanding, this energy-medicine is another name for meditation. Osho has spoken on various occasions about the chakras and their significance to the seeker, explaining how the system of the chakras is like a map, invented by the Buddhas, to help us better understand the stages of the spiritual search – just as the Zen people use The Ten Bulls allegory.
Osho describes the chakras as being metaphoric wheels – not centers – of energy in our psychic body. Speaking on them from many perspectives – I found over two hundred references to the word ‘chakras’ when I ran a search – his essential point is: When all the chakras are open, relaxed, natural – our energy circulating freely in each one – celebration overflows, creating a tremendous potential for healing.
At this year’s events, we will be experimenting with many different meditations to open the various chakras – removing blocks, releasing repressed, locked-up energy – thereby making us available to higher dimensions of consciousness. Chakraman is shamanic, a channel for the mysteries of existence. It is a powerful symbol for the healing power of meditation. I am grateful to Vibodha for his support in this project.
In the months ahead, I look forward to coming together with seekers throughout the world, to share a fresh new vision of meditation and celebration – and the music! In addition to Japan, Europe and America, I am excited to visit some new places like Mexico for the Spirit Festival – and possibly Brazil and Taiwan. So stay tuned and watch the schedule for developments. It’s going to be a great year!
Year of the Monkey
According to the Chinese calendar, this is the year of the monkey. I did a little bit of research and came up with: Monkey years hold bright prospects of a fascinating future, rich in the unexpected. They are years of transformation.
One thing I am noticing about the New Year so far: It’s moving fast! This month is a busy time for me: scheduling, arranging the many details of the tours. It is also a time for letting go – being grateful for the amazing year that was and welcoming the year that will be. Always at this stage, the tours look like a big puzzle – all the pieces scattered out before me, impossible to see the overall picture, how in the world it is ever going to fit together. But, as those of you know who have ever done a puzzle, peaking at the picture on the box-cover spoils the fun. The real joy is in watching, as piece by piece, the unknowable unfolds and the picture takes shape. I know all too well, it won’t be long before I’ll be shaking my head marveling how everything came together so, as it does every time. Amazing – this will be the tenth year for the tours!
Monkeys are bright, playful creatures: intelligent, creative, humorous. I thought it a fun way to start the New Year by sharing some ‘unreleased’ photos from my last trip to Japan. One of my dear friends lives there, Vimal. He’s the guy who used to write the jokes for Osho and sometimes ask the discourse questions when Maneesha was having a migraine. He is one of those rare people I can always have a belly-laugh with. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it will be clearer when you see the pictures. Just a couple of monkey’s having a ball at your local karaoke bar.
My mom turned 77 this month. And Jim, my youngest brother many of you know from the tours last year, also had his birthday. So my family and friends gave them a wonderful celebration.
The year of the monkey is already shaping up to be a fun one – with many more laughs and surprises ahead. So what are we waiting for? Let’s enjoy!
Christmas Brunch – Mom and Pravasi at the River’d Inn, Virginia | Birthday Party – brothers Paul (r) and Jim (l) |
guitar solo – Hotel California | legendary riffs | oops … bum note |
Mukti, Vimal, and Noa-chan |
USA Tour
Here are few photos from the annual New York event at the wonderful Abode of the Message … and one taken at my beloved Shenandoah River in Virginia after a full year of touring. I pause briefly to look back at what has been a remarkable and joyous year so far.
Japan Autumn Tour
These photos are from my visits to the south main island of Kyushu.
It has beautiful nature. And volcanos!
Other stops along my way included the city of Hiroshima.
Here I had an opportunity to visit the Peace Park.
It is something I recommend to everyone — especially the world’s leaders.
More words about my experiences are posted here http://www.oneskymusic.com/reflections-from-the-peace-park-in-hiroshima/.
Into the Light – Europe & USA Tours
Giving myself to the sky
I let my spirit fly
Like a bird on the wing
I dance on the wind
High with the clouds above
I disappear in love
With a song in my heart
I’m letting go
Into the light
Like a moth to a flame
Closer and closer
Ever so bright
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Ever taste an Oregon peach? Boy are they good. They taste just the way a peach should taste: soft, sweet, and juicy. Mmm! But wouldn’t you rather taste one yourself instead of listening to me rave on about it? It’s like truth. Why would you ask someone else what truth is? Not that I haven’t asked my share of questions about it. But peaches or truth: Why would you not want to experience something that good yourself, instead of watching someone else have all the fun? I might draw you a good map where to find the Hood River Valley where these divine Oregon peaches come from — just as any master worth his salt will point your eyes in the right direction of the moon — but there a Zen phrase that goes something like: “Look where I’m pointing. And don’t bite my finger!”
I used to think a lot about truth. I harassed poor Osho on more than one occasion about it. Like the time I asked him: “Beloved Master, What is the difference between my mind and no-mind.” To which he responded: “Milarepa, it is basically the difference between you and me.” The next day, he surprised me with a question he wrote himself and signed my name to: “Bhagwan, why am I a philosopher?” This was the last time I ever asked him or anyone else about truth — ultimate or otherwise. One might say from that moment on I started eating the peaches.
When I was growing up, truth was something you got into trouble for telling. Later, truth became something to pondered over whether or not to tell my girlfriend. Then I met Osho, who would say things like ” truth is that which can’t be said” and then talk about it for hours — literally!
The truth is: I don’t know what truth is. It’s one of those big words like love. If you really want to know about love, ask a woman — right? Every woman seems to know for certain what love is. Truth is: I have never met one who didn’t. But what about the Truth? Maybe when you put a big ‘T’ on it, it becomes a male thing, something male minds like to chew on — like enlightenment. Hey, now there is a big bone for the mind. Don’t believe me? Just try asking your girlfriend tonight, “Hey honey, what is enlightenment?” And see how it feels to sleep on the sofa.
It is a funny thing, truth. It is hard to say exactly what it is. But it sure can create a lot of trouble for some people. Like Mansoor, the Sufi mystic, for instance. He couldn’t help himself. He said the the truth and a crowd of people cut him up into small pieces. What did he say that stirred them up so much? How about these three words: “I am God”. Maybe it was true as far as he was concerned. But wow, It sure upset people! Pissed them off, in fact. Big time. Moral of the story? Watch out for the truth.
Yes, some people always seem to get in trouble with truth. Just like some people always seem to get in trouble with the Law. Take Osho for example. He’s had some brushes with the Law, like the occasional speeding ticket. But it’s his truthful statements like “Violence is the religion of America” that seemed to land him the hottest water and make the Ronald Reagan’s of the world shit a brick. Truth. It seems can be very uncomfortabe; otherwise, why would anyone get their knickers in a twist over Osho’s ninety-nine Rolls Royces?
Lao Tzu says: “Truth is that which can’t be said”. Well, that’s still saying something isn’t it? Still, I would have to agree, Truth is a hard thing to put into words. In fact, i am having a direct experience of it as I try to write this article on truth. If Lao tzu is right and it’s true one cannot say exactly what it is, at least one can allude to it and have fun trying.
One might say truth is inspirational. The truth is: nothing inspires more than seeing it manifest in another human being, even oneself. And certainly, to live in truth requires courage — maybe more courage than most people can afford or are wiling to risk. In my book, to live in truth one needs to have the courage to stand alone and be oneself, even if it means standing up to the whole world. Notice I live in truth, not live my truth. I think it shows a big misunderstanding to say “living my truth”. This statement has never made sense to me. My truth? What exactly does this mean? Can one own the truth? No. I think truth is something bigger than that.
One thing I can say about truth is that when I am in love, I feel closest to it. When I am in love, life feels worth living and has meaning, purpose, and value. In love, I feel my unique place in the vast scheme of things and a deep sense of at-homeness in myself. When I feel most alive, love flows effortlessly in my life. This is the truth.
One might say truth is like a woman. Shy. The truth is: I find truth hiding ever so shyly in small, everyday things of life: ordinary things like a good cup of tea. Even an Oregon peach. Although I am not sure how Osho would feel about me speaking about peaches (especially ones from Oregon) and truth in the same breath, but I suspect it might make him chuckle. For he is someone who knows better than anyone: a good belly-laugh is the best path to truth. And that’s the truth!
“A master is one who has become the truth and is available for all those who are ready to absorb him. Hence, Jesus says to his disciples, ‘Eat me.’ Truth can be eaten. It cannot be taught.” Osho, Just Like That – Talks on Sufism