OSHO YOGINI

Awake and fully conscious again , there was a explosion of the vision. There was a vast river , in the river, her beloved master, the saint was sitting on the huge rock, and she was sitting on a small rock bowing own to him in prayer and worship. The warmth of his smile reaching her like the warm of the sun rays, like the day of her initiation and the soft melodies music was going on and on, om mani padme hum , creating the soothing atmosphere . She was singing and dancing , calling ...Bhagwan! Bhagwan! along with song and the spiritual presence of Meera when the vision revealed open.

All external scenes went on changing like dreams , yet this was eternally the same. The silent eyes radiating the warm rays of sun reminded her in silent communion all the story , how he had remembered his promise , how he had called him and how long he had waited for him.

She had forgotten everything. Those days she did not recognize him .She wondered what must be the symbolic meaning to this , who is this saint ? Which part of the universe is this?Their body was like a light, silvery shining light , she was bowing down to his feet. The songs of Meera Bhai , her spiritual presence ,her leela with Krishna lightened her life with the quest for the divine. She would also call Bhagwan! bhagwan ! with her for just few moments and then forget all about it . One day calling Bhagwan! bhagwan she reached Osho bhagwan . That time she was just a teenager and she could not understand why she was so happy in paradise with that bearded one called Bhagwan who was at that time in her country and in the world the most notorious saint for others ....twenty-two years from now.

Those golden glittering Himalayas, the forest and this flowing river which he loves so much . She came and sat on a small rock amidst the flowing river , and bowed down to his feet . Flocks of the birds flew across the river. She knew this was her final destination of all the past present and the future lives which revealed before her .Everything outwardly, the outer scenes went on changing like dreams, many friends passed by yet this one seem to be her ancient old eternal friendship , her past she was at his divine feet ,in the present she is at his divine feet and her future destination is at his divine feet. This vision was the glimpse of her future life.

Time flew and with the night , the glittering stars revealed open. It was the full moon night , resting on the river bank she watched the moon beams touching the cold waters of the river. She was sitting silently in his deep meditation , she made him promise to take her in the spiritual journey , to the innermost core of her being ...to her inner space of silence and wisdom.

Some friends joined them ,they lit fire wood and brought bowls of soup. The firewood was burning aflame the smoke soaring high onwards the clear starry night .

She usually tells her friends stories but this time she had a unique story to tell.

"On my second visit , 1980 I was blessed to be initiated by Osho. I remember sitting at His divine feet, with His thumb on my forehead on my third eye, along with the melodious music, he was shoering his blessings. . I was so wonder struck as if I was in a wonder land, in his oceanic divine presence . He looked at me so lovingly, with a innocent and pure smile ,so luminous was his divine grace. His presence was so enchanting I have never seen in my whole life anyone with this divine charm. I thought he must have come from a unknown divine land.

He gave me a new name Yogini and said that this is my ultimate spiritual potential my spiritual destiny. Prem Yogini means union of love (communion of law over). I trusted him that His tremendous love, His help will transform me spiritually to the spiritual destiny that I am destined to,one day in one life. His love , the trust in His eyes had open my heart ,before Him I was like a blossomed flower for the first time ,when the petals of my heart opened like the sun flower in the rays of the sun.. His love , trust and his worshiping eyes reached to my very depth of my being.

I remember how stunned I was when I looked at his face, like the volcano of bliss that was silently exploding through His cheeks. But His calm, relaxing, so fulfilling presence made me just close my eyes and drown into His oceanic presence.

I was drowning in the ocean of bliss. I was crying, "Oh! enough Bhagwan! enough! I cannot take any more energy! please enough! no more please save me! please it is like death drowning in this ocean of bliss". It was as if I have really gone through death and its a new spiritual birth, the soul's resurrection. For the first time I experienced as if I am alive spiritually after this spiritual bath.

Now I was like the thirsty vast sandy shore, absorbing the whole of His divine energy ,His love and His blessings.

I was so dazed, my eyes had not blinked like His. He was just like a mysterious door and when I bowed down to His feet with love & trust, the door opened spiritually & there was explosion of the oceanic energy!

That pure childlike innocence of Osho that touches my heart so deeply that the spring of love overflows spontaneously when His voice reach my ears.

This was my second visit to Osho . I stayed in His Poona Ashram for a month hearing daily His discourse and joined the meditation camp.

His spiritual touch on my forehead as he blessed me on my sanyas day I experienced daily since that day. And each day I would hear deep call ,as if the whole existence is calling me...Yogini .....Yogini. I was like a fish who had always been thrown in the dry sand of the sea shore, is now put back in the spiritual ocean of His love.

When I entered His Ashram in Poona on 21st March 1980 on His Enlightenment day I did not know a single soul there. It was alien world and I could not figure out what was all going around Him in the Ashram.

I remember the first meditation session I was sitting with my closed eyes and was meditating, a swami would come with a stick and continuously hit on my head. I did not know I landed up in the Vipassana meditation. And Osho through the Swami conducting the meditation would give me good hits to make me more and more conscious, aware and alert. Through him Osho must have given me that welcome hit , so since that day I know the taste of His zen stick.

So when I write letters to Him, or a song to Him unconsciously instead of replying my song of love, He will give another hit, I know. To be with Him, to write to Him or write about Him I know I cannot write in spiritual sleep or otherwise another blow another hit to wake me up.

Since that evening, that night I was singing and dancing, in the melodious music of His heart , the song and dance dedicated to Him. I experienced a deep communion with Him and in the Buddha hall and in the Krishna Garden, I wrote songs to Him but the tears of my eyes continuously washed away all the words, again and again.

I understand why Osho again and again reminded that my new name means spiritual union of love . This love and trust for him are the seeds and will slowly flower spiritually in one life. It is only this love for him that I am able to survive in his ashram .In spiritual union with him ,this love and blessings go on showering like the rain extinguishing the burning charcoal that others pave the path of my life."