Osho woke up. Osho woke up from the complication. He woke up from the mind and its illusion. Osho died that day. A simple nothingness was born.
The day I woke up, I realized the absolute simplicity of life. Life woke up through me... life took over this soul and body. Up to that point there had been this grand fantastic spiritual fantasy going on. At the point of awakening all that disappeared.
Up till then there were so many ‘moments’ of clarity, flow, glimpses, experiences... and all this unfolding came and went. Then on one uneventful evening I did a simple meditation in totality, an after over a decade of searching, realizing and striving, a simple perfect shift occurred. It woke up. It took me over. Nirvana reclaimed, consciously, that which had never been lost.
The silence remained the same. The body remained the same. The open sky remained absolutely open and skylike. Just a very simple shift. After years of striving to experience more and more of the spectacular... freedom came to rest in the ordinary.
And so it is with Osho, that his fantastical grandness highlights something that I eventually came to know as an ordinariness.
The most ordinary immediate conjurence of Consciousness...
Hari Om Tat Sat