very very naughty

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The ways of saints and realised souls...at times.. very very naughty!! Osho was

different ( though all saints speak the same truth , but differently). Below is

an imteresting excerpt from his stay in Mumbai during '70s.

 

Read, enjoy and enlighten.

 

Regards

 

Balagopal

 

NARAYANA NARAYANA NARAYANA

 

 

Osho moves to Woodlands Apartment

 

(December 8th 1970, Osho moves to Woodlands Apartment, where he lives until

March 1974. There Osho was settled and he was able to work more closely with

disciples. He gave private interviews, and discourses which were often followed

by ten minutes' kirtan and meditations).

 

In those days, at Woodlands in Bombay, he used to give sannyas to people alone

in his room.

 

Osho speaks:

 

" You say: My first meeting with you at Woodlands, ended with my getting up from

sitting at your feet and walking, not out of the door, but into your closet!

 

It was not only you, it happened with many people, because in Woodlands, where I

used to live, the door to my room and the door to my closet were exactly the

same. For anybody who entered for the first time, it was natural--the chances

were fifty-fifty, so almost fifty percent of the people used to go into the

closet--and I enjoyed it very much! I used to have an electric remote control

lock by my side for both doors. Once a person entered my closet, I would lock

it....

 

It was really fun, because people would come out of the closet so embarrassed,

so upset.... The closet was big enough, so they would move around inside, and

there were so many robes...so they would go around the robes, and finally they

would come out, very shocked. What had happened?--they had entered by the same

door, or so they thought.

 

Then as they came out, they became aware that there was another door just beside

it, exactly the same, painted the same color.

 

There was also a third door, which led to my bathroom. Once in a

while...somebody would come out of the closet door in a hurry, and--as the mind

is, it goes to extremes--he would miss the middle one and go to the third door,

which would take him into the bathroom. Those who entered the bathroom would

take longer to come out, because from my bathroom opened another door, which led

to my sauna.

 

Coming out of all those doors, they would feel so embarrassed that they would

ask, " What happened to the door by which I came in? " And I would say, " Always

remember the golden mean, the middle one. "

 

And it is not only true about those doors: in your life also, never go to the

extremes. Always find the middle one, the golden mean. At the extremes, truth is

always a half-truth; only in the middle is it complete, is it whole " .

 

 

 

 

 

 

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