Imagine, there is only one:
“Out of The Whole came The Whole,
and The Whole remained, The Whole.”
Now drop the the capitals:
we are all, one.
No one better; no one worse;
just different and unique manifestations
of the unformed.
Imagine, everything we think is just an attitude
formed by the people and circumstances
of our upbringing.
Jews think Jewish; Christians Christian; Muslims Muslim;
Agnostics, Atheists… all just ideas - and distorted.
All of them. Any idea is a restriction.
See if, just for a moment, you will detach yourself
from the idea of yourself. Don’t be anybody. Empty.
Look around you.
Detach from the idea that you are separate,
and melt. Un/non-seriously.
See? Much more fun that way isn’t it!
Sending love to you Sugito, and all...
"Dianne Horton" wrote:
>Paul this man wrote me a lovely touching email and in it was this
>reference to you thought you may enjoy. x
>Paul has been on my radar since the early 70s: There were only 3
>growth centres when I arrived in London. Quaesitor (Paul’s baby, as I
>remember), Kaleidoscope, and PNP (People, Not Psychiatry), a crisis
>centre run by Jenny James who became my first mentor.
>Then Paul went off to Poona. Not a place I ever visited, but most of
>my friends kept travelling back & forth, bringing news and amazing
>energy back with them. The only time I ever met Paul was when he came
>over to a London gathering of sannyasins, The March Event. I became
>awestruck when he entered the Café Royale ballroom where maybe 1000
>tightly-packed sannyasins were sitting on the floor We were facing a
>raised platform. Paul entered quietly, without any announcement,
>behind all the people, at the back of the room. Yet at that moment
>such a shift of energy rippled through the crowd, that everyone turned
>around to see what was causing it!
>Near the end of that meeting an urgency overcame my embarrassment and
>I shouted out to attract Paul’s attention. I said that I wanted
>something from him, and he replied that he had nothing to give. Then I
>remember speaking to him of an intense desire to perceive, yet ever
>carrying a blind-spot in front of my eyes. He asked me to stand up and
>begin walking through that densely packed, seated crowd with my eyes
>closed. Seemed impossible, but I began to move forward and – to my
>amazement – bumped into noone: Like the sea parting in front of Moses,
>the crowd managed to find room to jostle aside. I was helplessly
>sobbing in a kind of surrender by the time I sat down. At which point
>I became wrapped in arms embracing me from all sided. Paul looked at
>me for a while, said that I looked very beautiful. He told me not to
>worry: “With such a burning desire, you are bound to achieve!” As you
>can imagine, this interaction had burned itself into my memory. At the
>back of my mind, I always nursed the comforting thought that if I
>cannot become enlightened while Osho was alive, I would seek out Paul
>to be my teacher.
>What is a breath of fresh air for me when I hear you speak is the
>innocence of your perception, your simplicity. Simplicity in the sense
>of ‘intelligence of the heart’ in contrast to ‘understanding’ - which
>I sought for many years - but which burdens me lately like a
>‘complexity of the mind’. When I read Paul, or listen to his audio, I
>feel one with him on a wavelength of understanding. He is not my guru
>(I am past feeling a need for a guru). He is more like a wise member
>of the same tribe to which I feel I belong. (I don’t know if he would
>ever accept me in a similar role, but that’s a separate issue.)
>However, when I hear you speak, your words and your voice awaken deep
>longing in my heart, and I break down in tears. Your words make me
>aware of a dimension in which I still find myself deficient.
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