Osho is by far my favorite spiritual master/guru. His autobiography is hilarious. What a guy. If you delve deeper into his talks, you will notice how much he contradicts himself. But there is a meaning to the madness.
Spirituality is a funny game. What is and what is not spirituality is unclear to me in the modern consumerist dystopia of expensive “spiritual” retreats, gatherings, coaching and the relentless pressure to belong. And pay the damn bills.
That said, life is long and we are all on this journey of discovery, individually and collectively. Trying to survive in this crazy world of egos run amok, including one’s own. Only ego wants to fix ego and sees itself as a mechanical problem to solve or an enemy to conquer. A new calamity seemingly queueing up behind the previous one. Storms within storms. Storms with skin.
Is there a world beyond ego/mind? How would you know if there was? Who is the one that needs to know? And to whom must that one report to?
These annoying questions are for the serious seeker to contemplate and for the finder to realize. They’ve certainly baffled yours truly since he studied philosophy in high school and read Sophie’s World for the first time.
Sometimes the wisest move is to play the fool.
