A Gathering of Friends

Osho: Hari Om Tat Sat, Chapter 18

Osho,

In the old days in Bombay, even though I felt physically so close to you, you were so far away. Now sitting here with you in Buddha Hall, where thousands of us move around you -- compared to the room in Bombay -- I feel you so intimately and personally, like I never did before. Beloved master, have you dropped serious political talks and become more intimate and juicy? Your smile is happening more often than ever. Please comment.

Anand Murti, in a very simple question you have touched many implications. I would like to go into those implications, because without understanding them your question cannot be answered sincerely and authentically.

In the days in Bombay you were certainly physically close, but that very physical closeness destroyed the possibility of a deeper closeness, where the heart meets the heart, and where the spirit dances with the spirit. It happens because if you are physically close, people start taking you for granted.

Now nobody can take me for granted, not even the prime minister of India. I live in seclusion, in isolation. It was possible in the old days for anybody to come to me at any time to ask any stupid question. You will be amazed if I tell you about all the incidents that used to happen.

I was traveling from Udaipur to Chittorgarh in Rajasthan. I was alone in the first class compartment. Suddenly I felt somebody massaging my feet.

I said, "Who are you and why are you unnecessarily disturbing my sleep?"

He said, "You keep quiet!"

I said, "This is strange. These are my feet."

He said, "You simply keep quiet. I am very angry and I am very much frustrated, because I am also coming from the Udaipur meditation camp. They did not allow me to massage your feet and those guys were always surrounding you, so I thought, `Let us wait, because he will pass through Chittorgarh.' So I left ahead of you and I have been waiting here. Now nobody can prevent me. And I know certainly that you are so loving, you will not prevent me."

I said, "I am loving and I don't want to prevent you, but you should also be compassionate towards me... tired after a seven day camp. I had just fallen asleep."

But he wouldn't listen. For two hours continuously... I had to persuade him, "If you don't listen to me then I will have to pull the chain and call the conductor."

He said, "My God, I had never thought about that. You can do that."

I said, "I have every birthright to protect myself, at least from people like you who can't see a simple thing: I am tired and I don't want to talk, I want to sleep."

Just with this threat, he got off at a small station somewhere. But from the window he said, "At least touch my head."

I said, "You have tired me for two hours continuously massaging my feet, and now I have to massage your head!"

He said, "You do it, otherwise I will enter the compartment again."

I had to do it. He was very happy.

I was staying in a university campus, taking a meditation camp, and in the afternoon when I was sleeping, I suddenly became aware that somebody was walking on the roof. So I opened my eyes and what I saw... a professor had removed a tile and he was looking at me.

I said, "Hello! Why can't you come through the front door? Are you going to jump on me?"

He said, "At the front door they don't allow me. They say you are asleep, and as a matter of fact you are not asleep, you are talking with me."

When people think they can approach, ask, enquire at any time... I will be available tomorrow, what is the hurry today? This taking me for granted creates the problem. You remain physically close but spiritually far away. It is difficult for me to make an effort for thousands of people separately to be spiritually close to me.

And man's mind functions in a very strange way.

If you go closer to him he becomes afraid, he becomes more closed. If you want to open his heart he becomes hard, he resists. The only thing possible was that I toured around the world inviting my would-be people, and when they started arriving I closed myself in a dark cell, where there was no possibility of anybody reaching me.

Strangely enough, this has opened thousands of hearts. Because I am not making any effort to open their heart, I am not interested in opening their heart, they have suddenly become open; there is nothing to be afraid of. And twice a day I am with you, you wait for me.

Waiting in itself is a great meditation.

Waiting in itself is the whole religiousness.

Waiting for the unknown, waiting for the guest, waiting for the master -- whatever form it takes, but waiting for the right season when you will also be blossoming is the whole enquiry and the search of man.

I could have come into the ashram as many times as possible -- it is not far away. But I have not been in the office since 1974. I have never seen anything in the ashram except my room and the meeting place where I see you, where I talk. It is not a sermon, it is not a discourse, it is simply an outpouring of a heart who loves you and wants to reach you; who trusts you and wants to enter into your deepest core; who wants to help you on the way.

And knowingly I don't come, because I want you not to take me for granted. I want you to wait for me. And sometimes I disappear, I don't come. But even then lovingly you wait -- perhaps tomorrow I will be coming, or the day after tomorrow. And those days of waiting are not without significance. They are as significant as the days when I am with you. I want you to be absolutely free of me, absolutely independent.

I don't impose any doctrine, any cult, any philosophy.

I don't want followers. I simply want people who know freedom, who know love, who know the dignity of man, who know the peaks of awareness. Only those who will know the peaks of awareness will be my friends, only those who will go to the depths of love will be my friends.

I talk to give you hints, not forcing anything on you, but simply whispering in your ear. It is said that if you want a woman to hear you, you have to whisper to somebody else. Don't talk directly, nobody is going to hear you, but whisper to somebody else. And it will be more perfect if you can find another woman. Whisper anything and your wife will hear it.

I am simply whispering to you things which cannot be managed in words, in language, things which need to be understood only in the silences of the heart. Perhaps in a gesture or perhaps in the depths of the eyes, I come to you.

And, Anand Murti, I have known you for almost twenty-five years. You were here in the ashram when I was away, you are here in the ashram now. I have never talked to you because I don't want to destroy the silence that is growing between me and you. I have not even said hello to you. And this is the same about everybody who is here.

And there are a few more things... In the Bombay days I was surrounded by Indians. Now, to be with Indians you have to be serious; otherwise they don't think you are a religious man. You will not believe me, that in the whole Indian history of ten thousand years there has not been a single Indian joke. Laughter is simply a foreigner. India does not even allow laughter a tourist visa.

You are saying, "In the old days in Bombay, even though I felt physically so close to you, you were so far away. Now, sitting here with you in Buddha Hall where thousands of us move around you -- compared to the room in Bombay -- I feel you so intimately and personally."

The reason is simply that now I am surrounded by my own people. They are not Indians, they are not Germans, they are not Americans; they don't have a religion, they don't have a race, they don't have a nation; they are purely individuals. It is a gathering of friends. It is because of this that you can feel me intimately and personally, although I don't know where in the ashram you live. I have never invited you even for a cup of tea.

In this way I am showing to you what a spiritual relationship is. It does not depend on anything visible. It is purely invisible, an energy that transpires in hearts, that makes them aflame. And my people know in the deepest of their depths that they are part of this commune, part of me, and part of this universe. They have thrown away all limitations and have become citizens of the universe.

You say, "Beloved Master, have you dropped serious political talks and become more intimate and juicy?" I am the same but the people around me have changed many times. In these past thirty-five years I have been working to raise the consciousness of humanity. Many people have come and left, and it has been always good because they emptied some space for better people. It is a strange experience, that those who have left me have always left places for a better quality of people. I have never been a loser.

There was a time... because, accidentally, I was born into a Jaina family; now, it is not my fault -- you can call it unfortunate. But naturally, because I was born into a certain religious group, they were the first people to surround me. When people started looking at me, asking me questions, feeling that something has happened in me, the first ones were bound to be Jainas because they were my relatives, they were my neighbors. It was obvious that they would be the first. Naturally their questions were concerned with Jainism, with Mahavira. Their questions you could not ask; it would never occur to you that this also can be a relevant question.

I was staying with a Jaina family.

The father of the family was almost eighty years old and he had retired, according to the tradition that after seventy-five years you should retire. He had retired to a small hut outside the city. The family provided food, care, but he lived alone there chanting Jaina mantras, reading Jaina scriptures.

Someone gave him my first book, The Path. He was so much impressed by the book that he could not believe it -- "All my learning of the scriptures was futile, only this small book is enough. And this man, who has written this book, must be a saint; otherwise, how can he write such great truths?" When he heard that I was staying with his family -- his son was very much interested in me -- he came to see me.

And I said, "You unnecessarily walked for miles in your old age. You could have given a message, a phone call. I could have come to you; your son has a car, there is no problem."

He said, "No, I wanted... to me this is a pilgrimage."

In Jainism, only twenty-four masters are accepted in one circle of creation. Those twenty-four masters have happened -- Mahavira was the last. That was twenty-five centuries ago and now there still are thousands of years which will remain empty; there will not be another Jaina master they call the tirthankara, "the man who makes the path."

The old man was very learned and he said, "If it was in my power, I would have declared you the twenty-fifth tirthankara, but it is not according to the scriptures and it is not in my power. But I respect you exactly as the twenty-fifth tirthankara."

I said, "You should wait a little, you should watch a little. You may have to change your idea."

He said, "Never! I will never change my idea. I have come to a definite conclusion. I have seen all Jaina scriptures -- you go miles and you find such small nourishment. Your small book is enough for a man who really wants to find the truth. It is enough, more than that is non-essential."

It was evening time and the sun was setting. And the woman of the house came and said to me, "It is time for your supper. The sun is setting." In a Jaina family, you have to eat before the sun sets; otherwise you have to remain hungry.

But I said to the woman, "Don't be worried. Your father-in-law has come from miles away to see me. It doesn't matter to me, I will eat a little later. Let me first converse with him because he has been waiting for me for years."

The moment the old man heard that I was going to eat in the night, he was so shocked. He said, "What am I hearing? I called you the twenty-fifth tirthankara and you are going to eat in the night! I have been thinking that your book is the essential for all those who are seekers of the path -- and the reality is, you don't know even the ABC of religion." This is the ABC of religion, that eating in the night is preparing your path towards hell!

I said, "I told you just to wait, not to make decisions, but you didn't listen, you said you were determined. In fact just to show you how determined you were, I told the woman that I would eat after one hour."

He said, "Really? Then forgive me. I touch your feet, just forgive me."

I said, "Wait, you are making decisions too quickly."

He said, "No, I am absolutely determined. This time I am not going to change." And he touched my feet, asked for my forgiveness.

I said, "There is no difficulty in forgiving because you have not committed any crime, but one thing you should understand: the twenty-fifth tirthankara eats in the night."

He said, "You eat in the night?"

I said, "I am saying it myself, and if you want, you can wait. Let the sun set and things will be clear."

He said, "My God! Then how could you manage to write such a book?"

I said, "Eating in the night or not has nothing to do with religion."

But he was very much frustrated. He left and he told me when he was going, "I am going to burn your book."

I said, "That's the right thing. But think before you burn it. You seem to be a very quick, decisive man. And each decision is absolute. I may not eat... and I was just joking when I said that I eat in the night."

He said, "Really?"

Now, what can you do with such people?

When I was surrounded with Jainas I had to talk with these people about things which have no importance, nothing. But those were the people and these were their questions. Slowly, slowly others started moving towards me, Jainas became a minority. Out of that minority a few are still here -- very few, their percentage has fallen to one percent at the most.

The second group that followed, which was certainly the closest group to the Jainas... Mahatma Gandhi had adopted a Jaina doctrine of nonviolence, so all the Jainas became Gandhians, and all the Gandhians came close to the Jainas. At least on one point they were in agreement. So when Jainas were becoming alert that I am a dangerous man, Gandhians followed. Their great leaders -- Vinoba Bhave wanted to meet me; Shankarrao Deo attended a meditation camp; Dada Dharmadhikari attended many meditation camps; Acharya Bhagwat attended many meditation camps. And because these were the thinkers of Gandhism, all over India Gandhians started becoming interested in me.

Again I was surrounded by a certain group with a fixed ideology. The day I criticized Mahatma Gandhi... I was simply stating the facts, not even criticizing him. Somebody had asked, "What do you think about Mahatma Gandhi and his philosophy of nonviolence?" Now, you would not ask that kind of question.

I said that Mahatma Gandhi was simply a cunning politician.

By adopting nonviolence he was managing many things.

All the Jainas became his followers. They found a certain man who was in tune with them; although he was not a Jaina, he was at least nine percent Jaina. I have the percentages about Gandhi: he was born a Hindu, but he was only one percent Hindu. He was born in Gujarat, an area very dominated by Jaina philosophy; nine percent he was a Jaina. And ninety percent he was a Christian. Thrice in his life he was just on the verge of being converted to Christianity.

I said to them that by nonviolence he managed the Jainas; he also managed the upper-class Hindus who are nonviolent people; he also managed to influence Christian missionaries, Christians, because Jesus Christ's message is of love, and nonviolence is another name of love. And these were not all the benefits of accepting nonviolence. The most important thing is, India has been for two thousand years a slave country. It has forgotten what it means to be independent. It is not yet independent, its mind has become that of a slave.

Two thousand years is not a small time. In these two thousand years a certain slave psychology has penetrated the Indian mind. They have become cowards. India has never invaded anybody. Small invaders, uncultured, uneducated -- Mongols, Turks, Hunas, very small tribes from Central Asia -- simply came, and they were not even given resistance. India has lost the nerve to fight. So when Gandhi said nonviolence, the whole of India was absolutely convinced by him, because there was no question of fighting.

Indians are very much afraid of fighting. They have never fought. A small group could manage to keep this vast continent in slavery. The ownership changed from one group to another, but India remained in slavery.

Secondly, Gandhi was intelligent enough to see that on the one hand Indians are not people who will fight, and on the other hand, they don't have any weapons to fight with. Thirdly, the British empire of that day was the greatest power in the world. It was impossible to fight violently with the British empire: you don't have weapons, you don't have trained people to fight, you don't know anything about fighting.

Nonviolence was a political policy. It served many purposes, and served well. It shocked the British empire and it destroyed the British empire too. Britain was absolutely ready if the Indians were going to fight. But they would not fight; even if there were British soldiers killing Indians, they would simply stand and be killed. All over the world the British empire was condemned: "This is absolutely stupid. People who are not fighting, who are not terrorists, who are not revolutionaries, who are simply asking for their freedom... And instead of giving them freedom you give them a bullet in the chest -- unarmed people!"

Britain was in a very awkward situation. You can arrest the people who are following Gandhi -- and they were ready to be arrested -- you can put them in jail, but how many can you put in jail? And what is the point? Sooner or later you will have to release them because this is an unnecessary burden on you -- feeding them, clothing them. And thousands more were coming every day to be arrested. Before every jail, before every court, people were standing, waiting to be arrested: "Give us freedom or arrest us."

Nowhere in the world had such a situation ever happened. Britain got puzzled. It looked inhuman to kill these people, it looked inhuman to jail these people, and a worldwide condemnation... And finally the whole empire collapsed, because India was the central beam. Once India was free, other smaller countries started becoming free. And with India out of the British empire, Britain itself has become such a small power that it is not counted at all as far as great powers are concerned. It was the topmost.

So I said that Gandhi's nonviolence was not a spiritual philosophy, but a political policy. And it is proved by the facts. He had promised before independence that the moment India became free, all armies would be dissolved, all arms would be thrown into the ocean. When asked, "If you do this and somebody attacks, what are you going to do?" he said, "We will receive them as our guest and we will say to them, `We stay here; you also can stay.'"

After independence everything was forgotten. Neither the armies were dissolved, nor the arms were thrown into the ocean; on the contrary, Gandhi himself blessed the first attack on Pakistan. Three Indian Air Force planes came to receive his blessings and he came out of his house and blessed the planes. All nonviolence and all that bullshit talk that he was doing his whole life was forgotten.

The moment I criticized Gandhi... And this was only on one point. I am a man who loves to go deep into everything. If I don't go, I don't go at all. Once I started, I had to condemn Mahatma Gandhi on a thousand and one grounds, and on each point Gandhians disappeared; now I don't think even one percent of those present are Gandhians -- not here, even in India, because they cannot be Gandhians if I am right. I have condemned him point by point.

I have not changed, just the people around me went on changing. When Gandhians disappeared then the people who were communists, socialists, who were against Gandhism thought, "This is a great chance. If he can support us..." But I had not condemned Gandhi to support communism. I had never thought about it, that this would become an opportunity for socialists and communists. And then I had to condemn them. There is no other way to get rid of such people.

So all those political talks were a necessity, to find out exactly who my people are: who are without any prejudice; who have come to me; who have not come to me to hear about Christ, or to hear about Buddha, or to hear about Gandhi, or to hear about Mahavira; who have come directly to listen to me. I have my own message, I have my own manifesto to the world.

So the people who are here have a totally different quality.

I can talk to you without ever thinking that it can hurt you, without ever thinking that I have to somehow say things which you like. Now I can say things which are my own experience, which my own existential being is ready to express.

I have never been a serious person. But I was surrounded by serious people for many years, and amongst those serious people it is very difficult not to be serious. It is almost like being in a hospital. You have at least to pretend that you are serious. For years I was surrounded by sick people and I had at least to pretend that I was serious.

I am not serious at all because existence is not serious. It is so playful, so full of song and so full of music and so full of subtle laughter. It has no purpose; it is not business-like. It is pure joy, sheer dance, out of overflowing energy.

Now I can talk to you as if I am talking to myself. There is no problem.

Just the other day Chaitanya Keerti was translating a few of my talks into Hindi, and he was puzzled about how to translate the jokes, because the Indians will not be able to swallow them. Those jokes will get stuck in their throats. So I told Chaitanya Keerti, "You are an Indian, and you know perfectly well what will be troublesome -- drop it. You are not only translating into Indian language, you are also translating for Indians. Keep in mind that they cannot understand jokes. You are in a totally different climate, in a different atmosphere. They are not in the same situation. They are afraid to enter the door."

I had an ear infection and a specialist, Dr. Jog, was called. He could not believe that such a beautiful ashram exists in Poona. And he lives in Poona, is the topmost expert here. He had passed, looked at the door, looked at the people, but he had never dared to enter. And then he said, "When I told my wife that it is a beautiful place and there are beautiful people, full of laughter and joy; it is nothing like what the third-rate yellow newspapers go on printing about it -- lies, absolute lies -- she wanted to come."

They both came one Sunday when he was free. And when he came to see me again, he said, "My wife wants to come whenever she can manage. I cannot come every Sunday, because that is the only free time for conferences, for meetings, for this and that. But whenever I can come, I will come. Can she come alone?"

I said, "There is no problem. Here men are afraid of women, women are not afraid of men! This is a totally different world. You can see the scene: the swami is running away, and not one, but many mas are trying to catch hold of him, saying, `Where are you going? Come back!'"

And he said, "One thing more, she wants to see you for five minutes alone."

I said, "There is no problem. Whenever you want, you inform me and she can see me."

He himself wondered, "What does she want to see you alone for?"

I said, "That is your problem, that is not my problem. She may have some trouble with you. You may be torturing her or you must be doing something."

Even that day I had seen, as the car stopped, that his wife seemed to be intelligent, educated. They were sitting just here, and his wife showed him the thumbs-up sign. Perhaps he does not know that I have seen it. I never miss anything that is worth seeing!

Now something serious....

Prince Edward, the queen's youngest son, takes a horse ride every morning in Hyde Park. And every day he sees the same beautiful girl sitting on a park bench. He soon falls madly in love with her, but is too shy to introduce himself. Not knowing what to do, he consults his elder brother Charles who is more experienced in such matters.

"Simple," says Charles. "Just paint your horse green."

"Green?" exclaims Edward.

"Yes, green," says Charles. "And next time you see her, she will say, `Your horse is green?' and you can say, `That's right, and my name is Prince Edward.' And then you can take her for a drink and then you can invite her for a weekend in Scotland, and if you play your cards right, you may end up with a romp in the heather."

"Great!" says Edward. And the next morning he arrives in the park with a green horse.

The girl looks up, sees him and cries, "My God, your horse is green!"

"Yes," says Edward, and then he stammers, "well, er, well, well... I wanna fuck you!"

Continuing their tour of India, Hymie Goldberg and Becky Goldberg go trekking in the Himalayas. Walking along the path, gazing at the mountain scenery, Hymie bumps straight into a yeti, one of the legendary abominable snowmen. The yeti picks up Hymie and runs off into the hills, leaving Becky wailing and crying that she will never see her Hymie again.

Sure enough, a few minutes later there is a piercing shriek that echoes around the mountains and Becky fears the worst. But a short while later, Hymie comes limping down the path into Becky's arms.

"What happened?" she cries in relief. "How did you escape?"

"Well," says Hymie reluctantly, "I thought I was finished, all twisted up in the creature's arms until I could not breathe. And then I saw this pair of balls hanging in front of my nose, so with my last energy I bit the balls as hard as I could. And you have no idea how much strength a man gets when he bites his own balls!"

Okay, Maneesha?

Yes, Beloved Master.

Osho: Hari Om Tat Sat, Chapter 18

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osho em relacionamento

Relacionamento significa algo completo, acabado fechado. Amor nunca é um relacionamento: amar é relacionar. É sempre um rio, fluindo, sem fim. O amo não conhece ponto final: a lua de mel começa, mas nunca acaba. Não é como uma novela que começa e termina em um certo ponto. É um fenômeno contínuo.
Amantes acabam, o amor continua." OSHO TANTRA amor e meditação

Uma Jornada de Meditação Ativa.

Muito a deseja, o brasil ainda é um local onde a meditação não é bem a maior prioridade que existe.
Love.
Tomara mudemos isso. Meditação é um luxo, o maior dos luxos.
TAZA

Nóis qué a nossa MAIN !!!

Quando encontrei há um ano e meio,
dentro do Espaço Oasis de meu amigo pessoal
Ricardo Luis Silva, empresário,
a Regina, uma colega e amiga psicóloga,
ela me fez uma surpresa tragi-cômica: quando
contei a ela que dava 8 a 4 sessões por dia de tarot em Poona, na India, e nada aqui
na terrinha, ela disse,
"pudera Taza, posso entender sua dificuldade...
AQUI É O
país do futebó...! "

E de violino, música clássica, psicologia esotérica, tarot-terapia, música clássica espiritual, as coisa é mais cumpricada!... Xamanismo ainda vá lá, usa bugre, índio, tambor, zabumba, pífaro, pena de ganso, chocalho, reco-reco, reco-reco, didgeridoo, bola de ...gude,...
Ai qui dor...!

love
sw. anand TAZA

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Oi pessoal amigo.
A Osho Brasil, empresa-centro,
agora em Fortaleza,
está divulgando e co-distribuindo meus CDs.
Confira em
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Love Champak Love
TAZA

Classe média não é rica pela Dra. Sergina Purna

Alguém já atentou para o fato de que quem viaja de avião, quem vai ao supermercado fazer compras, quem enche as ruas cheias de lojas procurando mercadorias e preços é classe média ?

Não? Pois passe uma vista sobre esses fatos corriqueiros e verá que quem paga imposto, de qualquer natureza, é classe média.

Assim como quem entra em fila de banco, quem faz crediário, quem passa o dia em shoping é também, classe média.

Quem come em restaurante de porta aberta para a rua, quem come em comida a quilo, quem vai à praia nos dias de folga, quem viaja de ônibus, quem compra nas Casas Bahia, no Ponto Frio, enfim, quem precisa dos descontões e os aproveita, é nossa conhecida classe média.

Quem trabalha em horário comercial durante bons 40 ou 50 anos de sua vida, é classe média.

Se você passa o dia na repartição e sonha em comprar um carro a prazo, ou se já comprou um usado ali na loja da esquina, se você recebe um chorado décimo terceiro e o espera ansiosamente, que tem vontade de chorar se o governante recém eleito chega ao cargo logo dizendo que não tem dinheiro para dar o décimo

terceiro, se você se esgota para pagar imposto de renda catando nada níquel que pode ser descontado, então você faz parte da “maldita classe média”, tão odiada pelos nossos últimos dois governantes.

Eu já escutei você recitando a cartilha do pessoal que prega a morte da classe média, bem ali em frente ao seu emprego .

Mas, qual é cara pálida?

Se você paga plano de saúde, que passa risco de morrer quando lê que o governo autorizou o aumento dos benditos planos de saúde, que entra na fila destes mesmos planos, todos, agora, iguais aos SUS, se você compra tudo à prestação, até os seus remédios para sobreviver, se comprou sua casa no plano de habitação do governo e morre de medo de ter que devolve-la um dia para o competente leilão, você é classe media, sabia ?

E o nosso “chefe” que nasceu na classe média pobre, lutou a vida inteira para subir com a familia para a classe media e conseguiu?

Ele, com todo o respeito que nos merece, e seus companheiros, jamais voltarão para a classe média. Nem mesmo para a classe média dita média.

Toda a classe média pode um dia voltar ‘a pobreza total. Menos os dirigentes do Brasil que tem definitivas vantagens do cargo. Ao que parece, até os filhos merecem estar amparados com boas e fortes empresas para não haver dúvida de que jamais voltarão à classe média.

Até ler estas linhas, você se julgava uma pessoa bem sucedida, não é?

Você acha que rico penou em aeroporto? O rico tem avião particular, nem era preciso eu dizer isto a você.

Sinto e senti no jeito como as autoridades agora todas se dizendo “pobres”, que lutam contra a classe média, sinto no jeito como eles levaram aquela greve da aviação, certo prazer mórbido, bem próximo do orgasmo, com as fotos da bendita classe média com todas aquelas malas nas costas caminhando para as férias, ou para negócios de sobrevivência, enfim , tentando voar para levar sua vida adiante?

Parece que estava vendo um velhote dizendo para quem estava à sua volta, e babando de prazer: “ olha lá, quanta gente metida a besta, com boas roupas e bons sapatos e malas de “grife` correndo daqui para ali...ridículos...”

Não identifiquei em minha mente o velhote, mas poderia ser o Papai Noel, ou o bicho papão ou o aposentado da fila do SUS... (Oremos) Sergina.

Têrmo da Psicologia de Base

„Every man is brought up in a society where it is impossible to keep him intact, sane. Hence psychology and other therapies have to do something for every individual. It is not only a question of treating the patients; the whole society is the patient.

My idea is, treat the patient, but also every university should run classes ... for everybody - to become more healthy, to become more whole. And meditation should be their base.

We can create a society which is basically healthy. Then the insane people will disappear. They are just extremes of the average human being.“

Osho The Last Testament, Vol.3

„Todo homem cresce numa sociedade onde é impossível mantê-lo intacto, sadio. Destarte a psicologia e outras terapias devem fazer algo para cada indivíduo. Náo é uma questáo de tratar os pacientes; a sociedade como um todo é o paciente.

Minha idéia é, trate o paciente, mas também toda a universidade deveria ter classes... para todo mundo – para todos se tornarem mais sadios, para todos se tornarem mais totais. E meditação deveria ser a sua base.

Nós podemos criar uma sociedade que seja bàsicamente sadia. Então as pessoas insanas desaparecerão. Elas são sòmente os extremos, na média do ser humano.“

Osho The Last Testament vol.3

OSHO FALA DA CENTRALIZAÇÃO

" A reunião de amigos não é para ser centralizada ao redor de um indivíduo, porque esta pessoa, eu ou alguém mais, pode
tornar-se o centro de adoração. Nós também não teremos nenhuma adoração, nem seremos seguidores de ninguém, nem
teremos nenhum líder.

Estamos apaixonados coletivamente por uma visão; uma mensagem, e parece que se ela alcançar mais pessoas,
elas serão abençoadas. "

OSHO

CDS TERAPIA INTERNA

Oi gente, namaste.

Meu site www.taza.com.br está reformado e reformulado e gostei do resultado. Acessem e me digam o que acharam...

Por outro lado, estou anunciando a venda mais em conta do CD THERAPY através do site www.mercadolivre.com.br - anand taza nos cds new age. Infelizmente é um pouquinho complicado de achar, mas muito fácil de comprar.

Vou inserir lá também o Meditação da criança interior, ambos por 14 reais mais o frete de entrega, que é por conta do comprador.

Os CDs REIKI CONCERTO , PNL MEDITAÇÃO PROFUNDA , GODDESS OF NIGHT e REVERÊNCIA PELA VIDA (canções) custarão 30 reais, com o frete a combinar.

Todos os meus CDs são acompanhados de cover eletrônica feita em POWERPOINT.

Um abraço amigo,

Seu Anand TAZA ... Sergio Taza Inc. Terra do Coração Mágico TH45

Uma grande amizade de você com você mesmo é a meditação. Ou melhor, começa com ela.
Uma grande maneira de promover uma amizade entre você e você, é a meditação.
A meditação ativa promove o aumento da sua auto estima e satisfação em existir.
Uma grande diferença existe entre o teu ego e a sua auto estima.
O teu ego é algo a ser combatido por você mesmo.
A sua auto estima deve ser incentivada e incrementada, sempre que possível.
A meditação ATIVA existe para ajudar você a aumentar sua capacidade de meditar.
Pois a tua ansiedade é a maior inimiga do seu processo de crescimento.
Entre teu e seu, tem uma grande diferença, por isso uso pronomes diversos e quase divergentes.
Não importa... o que importa... é aumentarmos a nossa auto estima.
Love,
Anand TAZA www.tumblr.com é um site legal. vale conferir.

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O filme THE SECRET remonta à noção consciente de que nós temos MUITA força mental que de nós é desconhecida.

A máquina de desejar que é a mente humana, muitas vezes desconhece que a gente não deixa de receber algo que desejamos, e muitas vezes, queremos uma coisa, mas sub conscientemente desejamos outra, e acabamos por atrair isso em lugar de aquilo.

Venha desfrutar de um espaço bonito e trazer sua participação consciente.

Love.

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TODAS AS PESSOAS

Todas as pessoas do mundo deveriam saber se relacionar sem medo

Todas as pessoas do mundo realmente poderão fazer muito de suas vidas

Muito de suas vidas vai melhorar se elas se conhecerem melhor.

E para você se conhecer melhor, só mesmo utilizando : meditação.

Meditação vai levantar a sua vida, a sua moral,

mesmo que jogue você primeiro experimentalmente no fundo do poço.

Love, The Heartland Magic

Venha se conhecer melhor.

taza45@gmail.com

COMO É LINDO FICAR BONITO - curso de INICIAÇÃO REIKIANA

Eu me sinto bonito. É como sou. E independe do exterior. Fico feliz.

Fizemos fotos hoje para novos trabalhos, fui fotografado por Daniela Seco e fico feliz, dobrado, pois Daniela é linda. Fotografa bem, e ambos, fotografa bem. Ela ME fotografa bem, e aos outros, mas ela fotografa (é fotografada) bem, também. Uma mulher e tanto. Eu amo gente. Gente bonita. Gente de bem, de:

SATYAM SHIVAM SUNDERAM

de VERDADE BONDADE BELEZA.

O Estel veio e fotografou também. Vamos fazer um grupo Reikiano de formação, iniciação reikiana com meditação.

Obrigado Daniela Seco, obrigado Estel.

Caso voce esteja afins, nos procure. taza45@gmail.com ou estel.thelurian@gmail.com

Abraços do TAZA

PS - vai ser um fim de semana... , sabado e domingo, manhã-e-tarde. Sabado das 9 às 19 e 30, domingo 9 as 18 hs. Vamos? Vem!

Oi meus amigos.

Namastê.

Om

Vamos iniciar o ano prático com uma

EXPOSIÇÃO DE QUADROS E CDS

anand taza - música clássico espiritual

então convidamos eu e a rentec (danilo amritam)

para um encontro amistoso

numa LAN HOUSE responsável com docinhos, guaraná e café.

INICIA com festinha dia 27, terça feira, 19 e 30 hs.

Rua Clodomiro Amazonas 807 3045-6713

depois repasso.

abraço

anand TAZAAAAAAA!!!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Poema do Kamadeva:<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Tua dor não é a minha paz...!
Na dor choras e ficas só.
Não podes ver o sol e nem a chuva fina cair.
Teus olhos voltam-se para o chão, onde nada vês, a não ser a imagem vazia, de um ser vazio, isento de calor e esperança.
Por vezes, procuras resolver teu problema, mas não tens espaço para absorver luz, porque já o ocupaste com tua dor.
Olha para ti, tua dor não é maior que o teu amor mas, se permitires, poderá roubar-te a luz.
A dor nada mais é do que a ausência de amor.
Procuras estancar tua dor com mais dor, e não precisas assim ser.
Na dor, silencia teu coração e sente o quanto és precioso aos olhos de Deus.
A dor existe até que amadureça o sentimento de integração com o amor.
A partir de então, ela não será mais necessária.
Cuida bem de ti para que o amor floresça em teu ser.
Assim, tua dor será paz e a tua paz será a minha paz.

Grande Taza !!!

espero que a festa seja de arromba...

abrços goianos. excelente domingo pra vc... kamadeva

Quotes On Women

English.

Osho speaks on Women.
Questioner: "It seems to me that you are truly the first man this planet has ever known who really understands women and accepts them. Please comment".
OSHO answers: "I have told you that a woman is to be loved, not understood. That is the first understanding. Life is so mysterious that our hands cannot reach to its heights, our eyes cannot look into its deepest mystery. Understanding any expression of existence - men or women or trees or animals or birds - is the function of science, not of a mystic.
I am not a scientist. To me science itself is a mystery, and now scientists have started to recognize it - they are dropping their old stubborn, superstitious attitude that one day they will know all that is to be known.
With Albert Einstein the whole history of science has taken a very different route because the more he went into the deepest core of matter, the more he became puzzled. All logic was left behind, all rationality was left behind. You cannot dictate to existence, because it does not follow your logic. Logic is man-made.
There was a point in Albert Einstein's life when he remembers that he was wavering about whether to insist on being rational... but that would be foolish. It would be human, but not intelligent. Even if you insist on logic, on rationality, existence is not going to change according to your logic; your logic has to change according to existence. And the deeper you go, existence becomes more and more mysterious.
A point comes when you have to leave logic and rationality and just listen to nature. I call it the ultimate understanding - but not in the ordinary sense of understanding. You know it, you feel it, but there is no way to say it.
Man is a mystery, woman is a mystery, everything that exists is a mystery - and all our efforts to figure it out are going to fail.
I am reminded of a man who was purchasing in a toy shop a present for his son for Christmas. He was a well-known mathematician, so naturally the shopkeeper brought out a jigsaw puzzle. The mathematician tried... it was a beautiful puzzle. He tried and tried and tried and started perspiring. It was becoming awkward: the customers and the salesmen and the shopkeeper were all watching and he has not been able to bring the puzzle to a solution.
Finally he dropped the idea and he shouted at the shopkeeper: "I am a mathematician and if I cannot solve this jigsaw puzzle, how do you think my small boy will be able to?"
The shopkeeper said, "You don't understand. It is made in such a way that nobody can solve it - mathematician or no mathematician."
The mathematician asked, "But why is it made in this way?"
The shopkeeper said, "It is made in this way so that the boy from the very beginning starts learning that life cannot be solved, cannot be understood."
You can live it, you can rejoice in it, you can become one with the mystery, but the idea of understanding as an observer is not at all possible.
I don't understand myself.
The greatest mystery to me is myself.
But a few clues I can give to you:
A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks you a lot of expensive questions that your wife asks you for nothing.
The key to happiness: You may speak of love and tenderness and passion, but real ecstasy is discovering you haven't lost your keys after all.
Women begin by resisting a man's advances and end by blocking his retreat.
If you want to change a woman's mind, agree with her.
If you want to know what a woman really means, look at her - don't listen to her.
The lady walked up to the policeman and said, "Officer, that man on the corner is annoying me."
"I have been watching the whole time," said the cop, "and that man wasn't even looking at you."
"Well," said the woman, "isn't that annoying?"
The romantic young man turned to the beautiful young girl in his bed and asked, "Am I the first man you ever made love to?"
She thought for a moment and then said, "You could be - I have a terrible memory for faces."
A young girl said to an old maid, "You must have missed a great deal by not marrying!"
"Only the ceremony!" replied the old maid.
In the Garden of Eden, Eve was nagging Adam, as usual. "I saw you playing around with another woman underneath the tree of knowledge last night!" she screamed.
"But Eve," said Adam, "you know that there is only you and I here in Eden!"
"Don't lie to me! I always know when you are lying!" Eve whined.
"Eve, listen! This is just a fantasy brought on by your menopause."
"Don't give me any psychological bullshit! I know what I saw!" Eve roared.
"Okay, okay, then if you don't believe me, just count my ribs."
A man went on a safari with his wife and his mother-in-law. One day he was lying morosely in his tent when he heard a cry from his wife. He jumped up and rushed into the clearing. There, out in the open, he saw mama-in-law shaking her fist at a huge lion who was standing five feet away from her, ready to move.
"Do something!" pleaded his wife in alarm.
"Why should I?" retorted the frustrated hunter. "That lion got himself into this mess - let him get himself out of it!"
Everything is mysterious: it is better to enjoy it rather than trying to understand it. Ultimately the man who goes on trying to understand life proves to be a fool, and the man who enjoys life becomes wise goes on enjoying life, because he becomes more and more aware of the mysterious that surrounds us.
The greatest understanding is to know that nothing can be understood, that all is mysterious and miraculous. To me this is the beginning of religion in your life".

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Osho - The Great Pilgrimage: From here to Here #2

Goddess of Night

Um dia de noite, a criança é protegida. A deusa da noite é protetora das crianças. Um belo sinal de amor.
Meu disco Deusa da Noite merece uma boa atenção pois isso será a atenção das deusas por você e seu companheiro, sua parceira, sua amiga, ou você sòzinha.
Mesmo que eu pudesse parar agora minha descrição, a música continuaria por si mesma...
Love
anand

Andando na direção correta... aonde se for... é o caminho...! Amor!

Conheça alguém por olhar dentro de seus olhos... entre seus olhos.
Ushna Shantam
Silenciosamente apaixonante
Saiba quem o outro é, olhando em seus olhos, no centro
OLHE NOS MEUS OLHOS E VAI COMPREENDER...

Mesmo que a gente tenha um olhar fantástico, a gente pode se aperceber de suas nuances. Nem sempre tão forte, nem sempre tão fraco, o sossego pode reinar, quem sabe se a paciência possa tolerar...! E a gente possa ver, a gente possa... olhar.
Sentir, observar. observar é meditar.
Silêncio, paciente silêncio, ternura. Paixão... apaixonada ternura, apaixonante silêncio... Ushna Shantam...!

Muito amor consciente. Isso é o que a gente precisa.

É muito bacana amar alguem.

I love you, Osho, onde quer que voce esteja!

Love.

Um Mestre que é um luxo!

HAHAHAHÁ Taza para presidente!!!

HAHAHAHAHÁ!

Em fluir, em dar, em receber e compartilhar

"Lembre-se disto. A comunidade que eu gostaria de desenvolver seria mais com a hassidica do que como a dos monges jainistas, porque o homem sozinho, confinado em si mesmo, é feio. A vida está no amor, está em fluir, em dar, em receber e compartilhar".

"Lembre-se... quando você ama alguem, não está simplesmente dando amor a essa pessoa - ao dar, você cresce. Quando o amor começa a fluir entre você e o outro, ambos são beneficiados. E nessa troca de amor as suas potencialidades começam a se tornar fatos. É assim que a autorealização acontece. Ame mais e você será mais; ame menos e você será menos. Você é sempre proporcional ao amor. O seu amor tem a mesma dimensão do seu ser."

OSHO A Arte de Morrer

Alo querida Eliane Bastos.
Eu acho a globo psicologicamente lesiva e afirmo isso ainda sem o respaldo total dos conselhos regionais de psicologia.
Mesmo assim, tais conselhos se nos ofereceram um site na net chamdo
www.eticanatv.org.br e é super a gente poder se expressar...
Considero a globo perniciosa, deseducadora e como disse, lesiva, nas novelas, particularmente esta ultima chamada de palavras da vida, nós (quase) só encontramos gritaria e perversão, que bate indiscutivelmente com a tese do psiquiatra TALES AB SABER, onde afirma que as leis de freud não valem para os brasileiros médios: tese, se não erro, de Roberto Schwartzmann, sobre Machado de Assiz: o brasileiro é basicamente perverso, não neurótico - se entendi bem.
Noto, aliás, que o nome Ab Saber não é judeu, o que simplificou a possibilidade de Saber de afirmar algo contra a psicanálise ortodoxa, que virou na realidade uma GRANDE e gigantesca religião mundial, e como diria o Mestre J.Angelo Gaiarsa, uma gigantesca fofoca contra a mãe e a familia próxima oficial.
E não é só na globo que vemos esses problemas - me desviando do tema primeiro da conversa - um grande mau gosto do Jornal onde Datena, um jornalista, fica apontando senhoras caindo num buraco de metrô, one encontrou a morte - brutal e blazée mau gosto.
Love
Aproveito a oportunidade para chamar a atenção sobre a necessidade do senhor presidente procurar os conselhos de psicologia de seu país antes de opinar sobre a maioridade ou menoridade penal do adolescente. Acho nota zero o nosso representante maior politicamente falar como um guru de seu povo - aliás, mania de braisleiro... é atacar de guru.
Amor.

TAZA : Um Depoimento

Uma breve explicação a meu respeito para quem se interessa por mim e não me conhece...! Love. ..................................................................................................................................

Gente amiga de nossas relações, da Terra do Coração Mágico. Namastê. Om. Eu estou legal com a Existência e gostaria de fazer algumas colocações aqui para resolver um tácito problema: explicar a meu respeito a desconhecidos e desconhecidas, que a Existência me apresenta. Alguém comentou que eu me expresso meio bixo-grilo. Por exemplo, eu aceito de bom grado mêsmo o comentário. E S. ainda acha que eu deveria propor que você: me escreva o que acha de todos esses ...
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>>> ...FRAGMENTOS DE UMA VERDADE...! <<<
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Pelo fato de eu ser uma figura pública, e ter site e fazer música e ter CDs e ser um artista, arteiro e artesão, e bonito até, pessoas querem saber a meu respeito e pedem, como minha querida amiga recente o fez, que eu fale a meu respeito e dos CDs. Bem, os CDs da Heartland estão na sessão CDs, pode ouvir, não preciso falar. Mas quanto a mim, tem umas coisas até caóticas para colocar. Isso mais pra comunicar aqui após comungar lá, na ORKUT ou MSN, e grupos, ou na rua, e tal.

Primeiro de tudo, eu tenho um Mestre, Osho, a quem muito amo e que me mostra constantemente o caminho da correção, da bem aventurança, mas também da minha realização pessoal.

Outra, acho maravilhoso, dentre outras coisas, externar meu apreço pela mulher no mundo atual.

Outra, eu sofro muito por ser sensitivo paranormal. A sensitividade me provoca uma intuição razoável e muito da vida se torna meio complicada. Sou bastante mesmo, UM ESPELHO vivo.

Revoltado eu já fui e fui bastante, e queria mudar o mundo na marra e a minha maneira de agir era exatamente essa. Mas agora meu amado mestre Osho me mostra sempre o caminho ... d'O Rebelde. Um rebelde é um Imperador, não um revoltado. Como na carta IV do tarot, o Imperador, a pessoa clarificada e clara tem a tocha da verdade em sua mão. Os grilhões das amarras e condicionamentos dos passados estão se rompendo ou se romperam já há algum tempo.

Você pode encontrar em meu site ou na Orkut, PEOPLE e ZAADZ, diversos discos, CDs para terapia e relaxamento. Não projete suas expectativas ou suas concepções em mim. Eu sou uma pessoa comum. Minha foto é bonita pois eu apanhei quando criança, mas tambem fui amado e tomei banho, me ensinaram muita coisa, e eu tenho um Mestre maravilhoso e eu descubro que o asseio é undamental, e no mundo Osho e em Poona, voce vai encontrar o extremo opostoda promiscuidade: TUDO é muito, mas muito limpo. pena que apanhei muito como criança, nem joguei bola o suficiente, etc., mas agadeço a minha mãe e familia por me até forçar a me limpar e ser bem vestidinho, coisa que MUITA GENTE hoje em dia não tem oportunidade de ser, até pela EXTREMA pobreza que nós vivemos em MUITOS dos nossos países no mundo. Não projete em mim o que não sou, por favor. Eu gravo discos, sou bonito, e cada vez mais, graças à Existencia, a Osho, a meus amigos e a imensas mulheres que me amam. Mas eu não sou ainda um cantor compositor de uma major gravadora e de vez em quando choro, sofro, pasto e quebro a cara. [02/03/2007]. Pra mim está bom assim como está, e eu estou cada vez mais rico, inclusive em dinheiro, tenho um certo conforto, e até paro em pé no meu sustento.

Consciência é algo cada vez mais forte em mim. Mas claro, muitaz vezes me vejo impotente. Muito e muito, acabo captando e perceber e não dá pra fazer nada. Falar em captação é lembrar de sensitividade paranormal...!

Como sensitivo paranormal, se você tem cancer em potencial, no fígado, por exemplo, eu vou sentir isso um dia ou outro. Uma amiga minha, na Russia, sabe quando um paciente tem dor em parte de seu corpo... POIS ELA O SENTE ... no DELA!!!! Minha amiga do Recife chama isso de trans-identificação, como entendi. Isso acontece inclusive com ela, na ORKUT, na internet, por exemplo. E ela tem de tomar seus cuidados. Como trabalho com tarot e coisas esotéricas, em Poona, na India, Kaveesha uma vez nos disse: Vocês são trabalhadores da Escola de Mistério, e precisam de PROTEÇÃO. Eu não sou um banana, mas a verdade é que Kaveesha era a maior bruxa do OSHO em Poona, uma grande mulher, muito Sábia. EU, preciso de proteção.

Tem hora que é absolutamente notório que o amor é selvagem, a vida, selvagem, perigosa, e VERDADE, cruel no começo, doce no fim. A Verdade, diz OSHO, é louca. Gente, acredite, estou absolutamente certo disso: A verdade, é muito louca.
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Se voce se deixar absolutamente ao natural... o meu natural, se eu deixar, é uma barbona imensa e um cabelão imenso. O cabelo dourado, a barba, branca. A gente MAL se conhece...
A verdade é muito louca, e eu contemplo esse mundão inteiro como ... um bando de aloprados.

Quando OUSPENSKI, grande matemático, foi visitar GURDJIEFF, grande mestre, no Cáucaso, abandonando toda a sua Escola temporariamente, na França, teve ataques de paranóia um dia ao sair à rua: foi correndo avisar o seu Mestre, GURDJIEFF: "- Mestre, Mestre, eu devo estar doente! Acabo de ir pra rua e achei que todo mundo enlouqueceu...!" GURDJIEFF, serenamente, picando seu fumo para seu cachimbo comenta: "- Pode sossegar, amigo! Você simplesmente está se defrontando com... a VERDADE! Está realmente, TODO MUNDO LOUCO...!" >>> [Ou não está?]
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Mais a meu respeito em homenagem a meus amigos e amigas...
Me disseram na Alemanha que meu coração está OK, minha meditação está OK, mas que ainda me falta me por "em termos com a vida". Isso foi em 1997. Depois vim de novo ao Brasil!! Estamos, no momento desta escrita, em 2007...!
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Outra: a psicologia sistêmica e Louise Hay e as auto-ajudas da vida acabam colocando o óbvio, mas que sempre esquecemos:
por não querer ver algo, o cara pode ficar cego, e às vezes fica mesmo...
de não querer ouvir coisas, ou de evitar ouvir coisas, o cara pode ensurdecer... já me ferrei de 120 maneiras diferentes muitas vezes até hoje.

Ah, eu quero muito ser feliz, e de ter PAZ...
Eu aspiro à PAZ...
Eu desejo ardentemente a PAZ...
A teosofia alega que devemos desejar ardentemente a PAZ...
"Ó discípulo... pára completamente todas as tuas ações... e fica pasmo, e espera o momento, e aspire totalmente e absolutamente a PAZ."
Depois de um tempo, dirá o MESTRE:
"Ó discípulo... agora VAI VAI VAI... Charaiveti, Charaiveti, Charaiveti, sempre em frente, sempre em frente, vai vai vai... que é hora, e é agora."

Sempre que eu conheço alguem novo na ORKUT, penso em me realizar JUNTO com ele ou ela, e isso é algo gregário da iluminação. A Iluminação ocorre em grupo >E< individualmente. Posso não SABER o que é a iluminação... mas sinto o que seja.

Não existe iluminação social, grupal, mas ao mesmo tempo, dependemos do grupo para tal.

Noto que o grau de insatisfação pessoal da mulher e do homem no mundo é BRUTAL. E isso se reflete nas relações, nos ORKUTS, nas msns, na vida.
E assim é...! E parece que muitos de nós estão na busca do que seja, por exemplo, da metade perdida,
da mulher para o homem, do homem para a mulher.

Love, Anand Taza (S.H.Lemke)
Obrigado Zeenat, minha amiga, obrigado Monikka, obrigado, ahmen, Suvarna, que me ajudaram a revisar meu depoimento. Obrigado Pricilla, por pubçicá-lo em meus site.

PERDOEM OS ERROS

... de ortografia. Tem hora que meu emocional deveria estar LÁ EMBAIXO.
Não está, pois sou um meditador.
Mas o abalo de São Paulo me comve as entranhas.
E tem gente que acha que eu sou (sómente) lindo.
Love
Love
Osho.
Love.

A VIDA VALE A PENA

POIS É, MEUS AMADOS.
SE CONTINUA ASSIM,
as coisas estão fritas...
que comentar?
Assalto a banco: eu estava, junto com Cinthia e muita gente aqui na LANHOUSE Rentec, do Danilo Amritam... e de repente, claro que de repente, uns 18 automóveis da polícia passavam como se a 3a guerra mundial já houvesse começado.
Num banco, os seguranças começarama a atirar nos bandidos que fugiam com o roubo, e na troca de tiros alvejaram 3 meninas. Uma, na espinha, e os médicos ainda não sabiam, quando a Cristina assistiu, o que seria. Talvez paralisia para o resto da vida.

Para mim isso é TAMÉM a consequencia de um governo incompetente, que odeia "canudo", que é fruto de uma sociedade que emprega gente sem formar essas pessoas para trabalhar. Não vejo porque seguranças de banco devam sair atirando sem esmo sem nexo, sem INTELIGÊNCIA...

E poderão acertar em quem for, ...

Estamos de luto... MAIS UMA VEZ. Eu queria ser um Buda Iluminado, e sou, mas nada mais do que um TAZA...! Um simples ser humano. Eu SOU. Love. Mas quem sabe não seria uma BOA chamar a INter Pol para treinar nossos, assim chamados seguranças.

ADENDO AO TÓPICO ABAIXO

Se você quizer participar da construção da Heartland Magic, entre em contato nos passando seu nome civil completo, telefone de contato e endereço postal estável.
Namastê.
OM.
Vem pra Heartland você também.

ANUNCIO DE INTENÇÕES TH45

Bom dia, Boa tarde ou Boa noite.
Love
Namaste.
Om.
Tomara estejam bem.
Estou levando a Heartland sòzinho e agora com auxilio de equipe mágica em Campo Largo, uma turma boa chamada de ocarrochefe.com.br (www.ocarrochefe.com.br) [que começa a preparar o meu, nosso, novo site] . Isso ainda não significa que são co-proprietários da TH45 ainda. São meus amigos.
E gostaria de comentar algo muito significativo e nem tão esotérico assim, como diz o Gil...:

É mais que necessário que eu encontre o mais breve possível um grupo de amigos com quem levar a Heartland (Magic).
Já foi dito que eu vou vender meus CDs (da Heartland Magic) para o mundo inteiro COM UMA SÉRIE DE HOMENS.
Eu sòzinho não acho que vá conseguir.
Osho explica, citando Gurdjieff, o grande mestre contemporâneo, que para tornar a coisa sólida e real, quando voc~es quizerem fazer algo signifiucativo como uma nova empresa por exemploi, devem juntar alguns amigos e formarem uma egrégora de força JUNTOS. Uns acordam os outros, as idéias mulitplicam, as responsabilidades são menores e mais efetivas, menos peso para cada um.

Estou aberto à sua participação. Com homens, Upasika poderia querer dizer homens fisicamente, mas se você tiver um espírito masculino e criativo, empreendedor, mesmo sendo mulher... eu amo mulheres - coisa rara: homens costumam é USAR as mulheres, não as amam.

Além do que estou ficando meio farto de escrever sòzinho. Dando murro em ponta de faca ou plantando sementes em calçada de concreto. Não péga.

ENTRE EM CONTATO assim que o queira.

Love, anand TAZA PS I love you.