I am a disciple, a wanderer, and a lover of two masters. In my ignorance I met my first master Osho and ran away. My disciplehood consisted of being so overwhelmed with fear I ran away over and over and over again. Finally in 1987 I stayed put long enough for him to answer one of my questions in discourse, and he spoke to me about music, laughter and silence, recommending the silence of meditation is the kind immersed in laughter and celebration – not the “silence of the graveyard.” Since then my events are full of those ingredients: music, laughter, and silence. I am forever grateful.
One day years later my barn burned quietly down to the ground and I could see the moon. Existence was so loving it brought me to my second master, Vasant Swaha.
Existence takes care in ways one can never imagine. Yes beloved, I am putting down my sword and surrendering, thanks to your compassion.