Vibration Creation: Osho

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Are You the Ointment or the Bacteria?

Is
“the good fight"

an oxymoron?

This piece has no beginning and is open-ended.
My intention is to bring up questions - not answer them.
That’s all you!

I feel that if your eyes are open, you’ll notice patterns. Lately, I’ve met some extraordinary people, who have outright shocked me with their presence, as mirrors for my creative soul! Sometimes, you'll run into people who reaffirm your faith in the human spirit, who also serve as opportunities of self-discovery.

In the process, I’ve noticed patterns that I’ve been so firmly entrenched in, during my life, that I realize why my last name is McCall. I also see it in others – MANY others! So many others, that I smell a movement afoot (odor joke). This has reassured me that I’m not alone, except, perhaps, in jokes that only I find clever. Humor lightens the mood.

So.....the pattern goes as follows. I’ll be swimming along the stream of contentment, on spiritual highs – sharing, caring, and wondering at the beauty of it all. Then, suddenly, in the stream, a jagged outcropping of rocks bruises my attention:

“Today, the president signed a legislative bill that will cause everyone’s eyes to pop out of their skulls, land in the dirt and be eaten by wolves, blah, blah, blah, puppetry this, puppetry that, etc.”

Okay, I can handle a bruise. It hurts a little, but the sun is shining on the surface of the stream, so I return to the flow.

I’m floating, casually, when a sharp stick pokes me in the ribs:

“Coca-Cola, McDonald’s and Wal-Mart eat babies, and use the baby bones as weapons to hunt and kill more babies!”

(Possibly true, by the way.)

OUCH – That REALLY fucking hurt!!! That stick jabbed me through my ribs and into my soul! I’m quite sure that I’ve lived hardships beyond the “average” American, but encased in the American bubble, I have only learned, secondhand, of atrocities so horrific that every part of my being sinks upon itself, as my eyes well up with tears.

My friends, I don’t wish to go into who’s to blame. I feel that if one wanted to uncover that mystery, it would be easier than- The butler did it. What I do wish to blossom within each of us, is the questioning of what we bring to the mix.

I’m not talking about the two archetypical sides that claim:

“I spread the word. I protest. I don’t buy from Wal-Mart. Therefore, I’m helping to change this fucked up world!”

or.......

“I support the troops. I work hard. I pay my taxes, just so these welfare cases can drain the best country in the world, the Younited States!!!”

What I’m really getting to, is the question I’ve subconsciously struggled with since I heard “Another Brick in the Wall” by Pink Floyd, when I was 8 years-old.

Where is your energy?!!!

We all live in a cosmic soup. We’re a large collective of beings, each adding to the recipe. Add your grain of salt to the soup, and whether you taste it, or not, it does change the flavor. Convince 5 million more to change their attitude to salty, and the soup may taste like shit! Ahhhh, but then again, it depends on how salty you like your soup. I use this analogy to demonstrate the relativity of the matter, based upon your perception.

Yes, it all boils down to your energy. In the big-time, ultra-grand scheme, perhaps it matters not, but, in the moment, how does the energy you put out into the world personally make you feel?

Do you feel that you’re making a difference in the world by standing up against oppression and being a voice for the voiceless? Well, carry on, my brothers and sisters! Do you feel that visualizing a world of peace and abundance by raising the vibration of love in those around you is the way? Go with your vision!

Personally, I’ve vacillated between the two, my entire life, although the latter calls me.....gently. The point is that ANY way is okay. They’re all just flavors in the soup!

Do you feel that waving the flag, backing a candidate and providing for your family is what gets it done? Keep on truckin’.

It takes all kinds of people to make a world!

So.....back to the original question. Are you the ointment or the bacteria? Hopefully, I’ve written this piece from the perspective of the fly climbing out of the ointment.

Maybe, there is no wound, Grasshopper.

A.H.!!! - I feel better.

(Thanks for the reflection!)

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Friday, October 16, 2009

Osho: Dynamic Meditation, Tarot and Freedom

Oh, sho me!

The first time I heard of him was in 1996, while I was living in a community house in Venice Beach, California. It was called "The YESSS Center". This multi-cultured, symphony of chaos was orchestrated by a six-foot something, wild-haired, Osho prodigy named "Arhata". Forty to sixty of us, from all walks of life, were nestled into two skinny houses, a couple doors down from Dennis Hopper.

Every Thursday, we had what was referred to as a "Let Go!" What I recall best about those sessions, besides the exotic fruit platters or guacamole dips afterward, were the dynamic meditations. Arhata was a big fan of Osho. Osho had taught that the most effective way he had found to enter deep meditation was to push physical activity to the limit. Therefore, at each of these sessions we would jump, dance and convulse with complete abandonment and freedom. This became a sacred, open space, where any pent up energies and psychological residue gathered throughout the week could be released. Finally, when you found yourself at the brink of ecstatic exhaustion, you would make your way to the floor and relax totally, as if in a very conscious, deep sleep. It is likened to relieving oneself after holding it in for quite a long time.

My next encounter with Osho was a few years later. In 1999, I was attending quite a few Rainbow Gatherings. These are hippie happenings in the forest. For weeks on end, mini-communities are set up with sterile kitchens, a daycare, trading circles, entertainment and much more. Everyone eats together, as family, when sunset arrives. All natural, of course. I had been into the tarot for a few years, and had made a new friend, Adrienne, at one of these gatherings. She was a thin, black woman in her late-thirties with an open mind. When I first took a look at her Osho deck of cards, I fell in love with them, immediately! Each card cut to the very center of whatever archetype it represents. I highly suggest these cards to anyone, from beginner to expert. Those, and the Universal-Waite deck, are my favorites.

After discovering these cards, I began to read Osho with a passion. His writings contained a penetrating wisdom that left me swimming in epiphanies, time after time. Osho refused to mince words. He casually laughed in the face of all forms of structure applied toward the art of awakening to the fact that one is already awakened. He touched many hot buttons. Sex is holy, and meant to be enjoyed to its fullest height of pleasure and bliss. Abundance is your birthright! These two truths became his downfall.

During his last years, he became known for his extravagant indulgence and rumors of exploitation. Many people, mostly the Christian right, joined in efforts to discredit him. He was gaining in popularity, and they were afraid he would infiltrate Western culture with his message of freedom.

I cannot attest to whether Osho was living an extremely lavish lifestyle as a way to teach that it’s okay to enjoy the abundance life has to offer, or if he had become another pious victim of the self-destructive, “spiritual ego syndrome”. Maybe, both. What I do know, is that his meditative practices, the tarot deck based upon his teachings, and his teachings themselves, are without a doubt, some of the greatest works on freedom I have ever read.