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I would like more and more writers, poets, film makers to steal as much as they can, because truth is not my property, I am not its owner. let it reach in any way, in anybody's name, in any form, but let it reach. Beyond Psychology#3 Q#2 : Osho

If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be mirrored: two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me."

"Only that which cannot be taken away by death is real. Everything else is unreal, it is made of the same stuff dreams are made of." ~OSHO♥

Saturday, 30 August 2014

Enlightened Japanese Priestess and Beloved Master Osho

We were sewing peacefully in the sewing room in Lao Tzu House when there was a call for Japanese Geeta to come to Neelam’s office. Someone had arrived and translating help was need. On her return Geeta told us that an old Japanese lady called Tamo–San, a priestess from a temple near Kamakura, south of Tokyo, had arrived with three disciples. She explained that she had come to visit Osho to give all her energy to him as he could reach people worldwide in a way that she could not. We were awed to hear this amazing story and were very curious to see how Osho would respond. In Buddha hall that evening I could see the exquisite tiny lady sitting in the front row with her disciples. She seemed so light and so full of light and so very still. When Osho walked on to the podium, unusually Anando came with him. I saw that she was carrying a beautifully carved brass bowl.
Osho walked to the edge of the podium and gestured to Tamo–San to come to him. She gracefully got up and stood in front of him, smiling up at him. He took the bowl from Anando, picked up a handfuls of rose petals and gently showered Tamo–San with the petals. When they were finished he namasted to her, she bowed in the Japanese way to him and they both returned to their seats. I was transfixed. What was I witnessing? There seemed to be a transmission without words, a conveying of knowing and understanding – and an exchange of infinite love.
Tamo–San left the next day without saying a word of what had transpired.
--Veena


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