Osho and the 16th Karmapa

16th Karmapa performing Black Crown Ceremony

The first time I heard the name Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh was on a bus from Pokhara to Kathmandu. My friend Randy (who had traveled with me to India and Nepal from Madagascar) and I were trekking on the Annapurna route and reached the point where we decided to turn around. Ben and his girlfriend Kathy (actually I’m not sure of their names but will refer to them as Ben and Kathy from here on out) were coming down the path and said they had run into snow. Being ill-equipped, without even sleeping bags, the decision was choiceless. We all spent the night in a teahouse.

There seemed to be some tension between Ben and Kathy. They were both involved in Tibetan Buddhist practice but it seemed that Ben was keener than Kathy and this was causing some friction.

On the bus ride back to Kathmandu, Ben and I sat together and Randy and Kathy sat together with a growing chemistry. Ben told me about his experience doing a Tibetan Buddhist meditation retreat at the Kopan Monastery in Kathmandu. Randy and I had visited Kopan a week or so earlier with another friend from Madagascar and had had the good fortune to have a cup of tea with the head lama, Lama Yeshe. He was a very sweet man and enormously generous. But as I explained to Ben, I wasn’t finding myself attracted to the Tibetan Buddhist practice. In fact, the words that I heard come out of my mouth as we talked were, “I’m looking for something more universal and more personal.” For one thing, it was the limitation of the “ism” in Buddhism that turned me away. My own intuitive spiritual sky was wide open and did not want to be confined to a container, however much I respected the teachings.

Ben told me that I should pay a visit to the ashram of a guru in India named Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh and proceeded to give me the address. Ben had met one of Rajneesh’s sannyasins recently while he was on a visa run and so was visiting Nepal in order to return to India with a new visa. This sannyasin named Devanand had impressed him, and what he heard about Rajneesh interested him, but he was quite immersed in the Tibetan Buddhist dharma. So, I put the piece of paper with the address away in my wallet. The bus ride took a few hours and so Ben and I had quite a long chat. He was a sincere practitioner, perhaps I thought, a bit too serious, but regardless we had a very nice connection.

When we arrived back in Kathmandu, both Ben and Kathy returned to Kopan to continue their practice and Randy and I stayed in a guest house. Randy and I were intending to spend a couple more weeks in Kathmandu and so found a room in a private house. It was a lovely situation because the house had a walled garden and so offered a retreat from the daily busyness of the city. This house was closer to the Tibetan Swayambhu Monastery which we liked to visit.

We had learned that a very important Tibetan Buddhist teacher was coming to Kathmandu soon to perform an Empowerment Ceremony and this event was to take place at Swayambhu. I wasn’t really sure what an Empowerment Ceremony was but it sounded interesting. Unfortunately, we also learned that it was only open to practicing Buddhists.

The day of the event I spent meditating in our room. It was a silent, cool oasis. We were close enough to the monastery to hear the Tibetan horns, and in my meditation, I felt a humming sensation in the area of my heart.

During our time in Kathmandu both Randy and I became interested in Satya Sai Baba. He was quite popular with the Hindu Nepalis and his photo and books were everywhere. I was intrigued by the possibility of a “living” Master. I had been introduced to Meher Baba seven years before, six months, however, after he had passed away, so the idea of meeting a living Buddha very much appealed to me.

Randy and I decided to end our traveling partnership. We had different schedules. I wanted to go to India and head south and possibly meet Sai Baba. Randy wanted to do the same, but he had become involved in a torrid affair with Kathy that hadn’t burned itself out. We bid our farewells with the idea that we would meet up at the Sai Baba ashram which was in the southern state of Andhra Pradesh.
Note: I will now intersperse my story with a letter I received from my friend Randy (Narayanadeva) after sharing what I had written of our journey in Nepal and India.

Dear Purushottama,
    What a flash from the past. Thank you for this. It brings so much back. Your memory is like a video recording. My memory is patchy with particular moments fuzzily framed. If you don’t mind, I want to share what I can.

    I believe if we hadn’t stopped where we had at that last village at 10,000 feet that we would have gotten into serious trouble. There was a group with a broken leg still on the snowed-in trail was the story.
I remember the couple. The name Ben comes to mind and I can’t remember the name of the girl, Kathy is very close. This was a significant time.

    She was from the east coast, living in an artists and musicians commune, a photographer and roadie with Jethro Tull, I think. The social and other experiments she participated in at such a tender age, this boy from Nebraska was challenged to comprehend. In this respect she was much more worldly, wiser than me, an elder in a killer 20 something body.

    She was also the first lover in my life where the center of gravity and conversations were about spirituality, Buddha’s teachings in particular, and how to reconcile our limited understanding with what we saw in the monasteries and monks, which was then followed by the most present lovemaking for me up to that time. We flew high, were consumed with each other, and parted consciously in mid bubble, purposely in crescendo. I review that time with joy and sadness. It is hard to think of that extraordinary woman and time without sometimes tearing. She was finished traveling, wanted to return to her art. I knew I didn’t want to go back to anything. I was sure I wanted to go forward. We knew but unspoken that to go further would have brought reality into the mix. We wanted to say goodbye in full bloom. Things like that were easier in your 20’s. I must say probably the most bittersweet, intense affair I ever remember in a life riddled with less meaningful affairs.

    I remember spending the winter in Kathmandu immersing myself in everything I could about the Buddha’s teaching, going to the temples, hanging with the monks, partaking in the local produce followed by the pie shops. I was completely blown away and still am today about the psychology, the profound understanding of the science of the mind, but could not get my head around the asceticism. Why the monks, western included had to walk around in winter without shoes or why the poor food needed to be covered in flies. Also, the live translations of the Lama’s discourses by some very severe and grim western types. If there was any juice in the teaching, these translators sucked it out and everything was completely lost in translation. I knew for me to go deeper I needed to be able to listen and speak about all this in my tongue.

    This is also where the timing gets confused. I do not remember you during that winter. I remember attending the Karmapa’s Black Hat ceremony after spending those cold months in study. This is when I had the most profound experience with him.

    The ceremony lasted several days. There were many westerners mingled with the overflowing crowds of Tibetans. The first few days I could not get into the hall but stood outside with the multitudes listening and catching glimpses through the barred windows of the pageantry.

    There was one day that I did get in and sat with a few other westerners along with it seemed several hundred monks with the Karmapa on a podium doing chants and mudras. The monks deep toned chanting in response, the horns, the incense, I got completely stoned. When it was over, I lingered. The hall was clearing out. I stood in the middle looking up at all the hanging tangkas. I turned around, a few people parted and there was the Karmapa sitting alone on his dais looking at me with an inviting smile a few meters away. I was so shy and not sure what to do. I smiled, bowed and retreated.

    The next day I could not get in. I was peering through the open-air barred window being jostled back and forth by the crowds feeling the music and chanting; suddenly the Karmapa was at the window looking directly at me about 50 centimeters away. He had been making the rounds inside, blessing everyone in the hall. He looked in my eyes and smiled. He threw water on my face and these words came into my head “Don’t worry, this path is not for everyone” Then he was gone. I was so shocked. This was the confirmation. Whenever I think of this, I feel I was blessed by this very extraordinary being. How he got those words clearly into a very confused mind was magical.

    It was not long afterward that I headed south and planned to go to Sai Baba’s ashram as we had planned, on my way to Madras before heading back to the states. As you remember we gave Sai Baba magical powers and were convinced he was going to help us financially.

    I got to Bombay and stayed at the Salvation Army behind the Taj Mahal hotel. The very place you and I stayed on our first nights in India coming by boat for 10 days from Madagascar and Mauritius. Do you remember waking up to the Shiva Babas with their pythons and cobras, the junkies some dyed from head to toe in blue, including one with a blue dog, the color of the local antiseptic? What a circus before we took a train to the edge of town and hitched our way to Nepal. Do you remember the time a truck stopped for us and we threw our packs into the back, climbed up and jumped into a truck full of cow shit along with our packs? Do you remember all the chillum brakes at the roadside temples? Or the nights in small villages waking up to thousands of the same face staring at us with vacant eyes and all with small pocked scars, village after village the same?

When I was in New Delhi, I heard that there was a Meher Baba center and so I visited during one of their open evenings. Upon hearing I was on my way to visit Satya Sai Baba, an older Baba lover suggested that I go see a rebel of a guru named Rajneesh. I remembered the name and said I did have in mind possibly stopping there as well. He told me the Rajneesh ashram was in Poona, just a couple of hours by train from Bombay. He also said although Satya Sai Baba was not in Poona, there was some kind of Baba center there. At this point, it became clear to me I would indeed head to Poona.

Walking out of the Poona train station, I found a rickshaw and told the driver to take me to the Sai Baba center. I said, “Sai Baba center, not Rajneesh ashram.” “Yes, yes,” he replied. I had decided that I would first go to the Sai Baba center and then check out the Rajneesh ashram.
As we got nearer and nearer to our destination, I saw increasing numbers of young western people dressed in orange clothes. By this time, I had been exposed to a couple of Rajneesh sannyasins and so recognized what I was seeing. We arrived at a large gate and on the top was written Shree Rajneesh Ashram. A large, blonde, German fellow greeted me and I heard myself say, “I don’t think I am where I was going, but I know that I’m in the right place.”

The first thing I read from Osho (I will now begin to refer to Rajneesh by the name he took only a few months before leaving this planet) spoke directly to me. There was no space, no separation between the words and my self, an immediacy. It was clear within days that I would not be going on to the Sai Baba ashram; I had found the living Master I was looking for. I arrived just weeks before a major celebration day, March 21st, honoring Osho’s day of Enlightenment. I took initiation, became a sannyasin and did a couple of groups. During this time, I read one of Osho’s books called The Silent Explosion. At the very end of the book was the story of an Indian sannyasin who had gone to Sikkim and visited the Karmapa at his Rumtek Monastery. This was the same Lama that had been in Kathmandu months earlier. I had learned that he was highly respected in the Tibetan Buddhist community and was on par with or even more highly regarded than the Dalai Lama.

This is the story that was recounted:
    In 1972, Swami Govind Siddharth, an Osho sannyasin, visited the Tibetan Lama Karmapa, who had fled from Tibet and who at that time lived in his Rumtek Monastery in Sikkim. When Siddharth arrived, accompanied by his wife and two young daughters, the monastery was completely closed. In an interview at the time, he told of his initial disappointment at not meeting the Karmapa. Then all of a sudden, one monk came running out to tell him that he was immediately wanted inside by His Holiness. He went in and was greeted by the Karmapa as if he was expected there. The Karmapa never even knew anything about him beforehand as he had not made an appointment . . . he knew nothing about him except that he was dressed in the faded orange of early neo-sannyas.

    Of Lama Karmapa, it was said he was a ‘Divine Incarnation,’ a Bodhisattva. In Tibet, they believe that whosoever attains to Buddhahood, and then by their own wishes is born again to help people in the world is a divine incarnation — Bodhisattva. His Holiness was said to be the sixteenth incarnation of Dsum Khyenpa, the first Karmapa, who was born about 1110 AD.

    When Swami Siddharth first entered, the Karmapa immediately told him that he knew where he was from. He said, “I am seeing that you have somewhere some photograph or something which is printed on two sides, of your Master.” Siddharth answered that he had nothing like that which is printed on two sides. He had completely forgotten about the locket hanging from his mala with Osho’s photograph on both sides! There was an English woman who was acting as an interpreter since the Lama Karmapa did not speak English. She immediately saw his mala and said, “What is this?” He then remembered that the locket was printed on two sides and he said, “This is the photograph of my Master.” She was curious to see it, so Siddharth took it off and showed it to her.

    Immediately, the Karmapa said, “That is it.” He took the locket of Osho in his hand and he touched it to his forehead and then said: “He is the greatest incarnation since Buddha in India — he is a living Buddha!” The Karmapa went on to say, “You may be feeling that he is speaking for you, but it is not only for you that he speaks. Rajneesh speaks for the Akashic records also, the records of events and words recorded on the astral planes. Whatever is spoken is not forgotten. That is why you will find that he goes on repeating things and you will feel that he is doing this for you, but, as a matter of fact, he speaks only for a few people.  Only a few people realize who Rajneesh is. His words will remain there in the Akashic records, so that they will also be helpful to people in the future.”

     The Karmapa went on to say that Osho had been with Siddharth in past lives. “If you want to see one of Rajneesh’s previous incarnations — who he was in Tibet — you can go to Tibet and see his golden statue there which is preserved in the Hall of Incarnations.” He continued to chat about Osho and his work, “My blessings are always there, and I know that whatever we are not going to be able to do to help others, Rajneesh will do.” He explained that one of the main aims of the Lamas in coming to India was to preserve their occult sciences. Osho from his side also confirmed this in his Kashmir lectures given in 1969. He said then, “The Dalai Lama has not escaped only to save himself, but to save the Tibetan religion, the meditation secrets and the occult sciences.”

     The Karmapa went on to explain, “We have gotten these things from India in the past, and now we want to return them back. Now we have come to know that here is an incarnation, Rajneesh, who is doing our job in India and the world, and we are very happy about it. The world will know him, but only a few people will realize what he actually is. He will be the only person who can guide properly, who can be a World Teacher in this age, and he had taken birth only for this purpose.”

When I read this story, I was very skeptical because all devotees of gurus like to exaggerate the importance of their teachers. Although I believed the story must be based on some truth, I could not be sure what the Karmapa thought about Osho.

In the meantime, I had written to my friend Randy to tell him about Osho and the ashram and had sent it to American Express, Delhi, where I knew he would pick up mail. One day I went into the ashram office to check for a response and as I was walking down the steps leaving, coming through the gate was my friend Randy. He had never received my letter but had learned of Osho on his own.

Narayanadeva’s letter continues:

    Anyway, I returned to Bombay to catch a boat to Goa and then planned to go to Sai Baba by land. I needed to get something to read. The best bookstore I knew was at the Taj Mahal Hotel. I went to the section on psychology and religion. I was browsing when I swear this book fell on my big toe. Archarya Rajneesh was the title. The first page mentioned that he gave lectures in English and lived in Poona only one day away.

    Getting there, first person I meet is you. And our stories join and the rest is history.

    Brother, we shared some amazing times together. I have forgotten so many of them. It is a complete delight to hear from you with your photographic memory of those days. We were so lucky. I am so grateful for that time.

Much Love to you my fellow traveler.
Narayanadeva a.k.a. Randy

I had by this time realized my time traveling outside of the States was coming to an end. Taking sannyas was a new beginning for me and to be honest I wanted to return to my hometown and share this remarkable discovery. I had received a name for a meditation center that I would start. Randy (whose name had become Narayanadeva by this point) and I said our farewells again with approximately the same plans to return to the States by going east from India through Thailand but with slightly different time frames.

On the plane from Bombay to Calcutta, I sat next to a Tibetan Buddhist monk. He didn’t speak a word of English but there we were — he in his maroon robes and me in my orange clothes.

It might have been the first or second night of my stay in a Sutter Street guesthouse in Calcutta when in walked Ben, the American Tibetan Buddhist who had given me the contact info for Osho. I was very happy to see him. I had thought about him many times and was so grateful for his sharing and I wanted to tell him what I had found. We talked a bit and then he told me that coincidentally the Karmapa was in Calcutta and he was going to see him the next day at the Oberoi Hotel. He invited me to go with him. I was delighted. For one thing in the back of my mind was the Rumtek story and so I thought I would be able to see what the Karmapa actually did think about Osho for myself.

The Karmapa’s room was a corner one and Ben and I approached from one hallway. As we neared, we could see an Indian sannyasin couple in orange approaching from the other direction. He was dressed in a lungi and had a very long beard and long hair. She was dressed in an orange sari. They were Osho sannyasins and ran the Calcutta Osho center.
We all entered the room and were shown to seats just in front of the Karmapa, who was seated on a sofa. He was immensely childlike, full of love and innocence and looked to be always on the verge of a good chuckle. He sat stroking the beard of the Indian sannyasin who was sitting slightly to his right. This in itself would have been enough to let me know what he thought of Osho but it was not all. Sitting next to him on the sofa, he had propped up a copy of Sannyas Magazine (published at the ashram) with a photo of Osho beaming out on to our group.
At that point it did not matter whether the story I had read was factual or not, I could see the connection between the Karmapa and Osho. That space out of which the Karmapa and the photo of Osho appeared was One.

Of course, I had related the story to Ben when we met in Calcutta, but after the meeting at the Oberoi, we didn’t talk of it again. We were invited to a private Black Crown (Empowerment) Ceremony that was taking place at the home of a wealthy Indian woman later that evening. This is the same ceremony that took place months earlier at the Swayambhu Monastery in Kathmandu that I had not been able to attend.

One of the first people I met after arriving at the house was the Tibetan monk who had sat next to me on the flight. As it turned out, he had been traveling to join up with the Karmapa and return with him to Rumtek. He was as surprised as I was.

The ceremony was penetrating; to be in a room with Tibetan horns blaring is in itself a transformative experience. After the ceremony the few westerners that were there, I think we were maybe five, were invited into a side room where the Karmapa gave a teaching on Tilopa’s Song of Mahamudra. This is the most important text of the Kagyu lineage of Tibetan Buddhism. Osho had himself given a discourse series published as Tantra: The Supreme Understanding on this text and I was traveling with the book.

Because the Karmapa didn’t speak English, he had a translator, but his translator told us he was having a very difficult time translating this teaching into English. He was frustrated but the Karmapa was understanding and compassionate. This experience highlighted for me one of the advantages of having a teacher who spoke English. Osho’s words did not need to be translated and we were able to hear them directly without a filter.

I am grateful for having had the opportunity to first spend some time with the Karmapa and then to take part in this mysterious ceremony. It was the only time I met the Karmapa. But my wife Amido and I did have a chance in 2006 to visit the Rumtek Monastery in Sikkim, where his relics are housed today.

Rumtek Monastery

This is from the collection of stories, essays, poems and insights that is compiled to form the book From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva. Order the book Here.

Here you can read the entire interview: The 16th Karmapa speaks to Govind Siddharth about Osho.

Another post related to Govind Siddharth’s visit with the Karmapa is Buddham Sharanam Gachchhami.

And another: The Enlightenment of Govind Siddharth.

Link to site for Tibetan Black Crown Ceremony.

21 thoughts on “Osho and the 16th Karmapa”

  1. Hello, premG! I’m having aт intense dispute with orthodox buddhists about Karmapa’s relation to Osho. They are being sure what this article is fake (because of Karmapa words), can you please tell something about it’s source, so i can provide some evidence to them?
    Same thing they telling about Dala-lama’s words:

    “Osho is an enlightened master who is working with all possibilities to help humanity overcome a difficult phase in developing consciousness.”

    Could it be that you know from there this came from, also?


    1. Hello,

      This story was first published in the back of one of Osho’s books that was titled “The Silent Explosion”. The story is being told by one of Osho’s long time sannyasins named Govind Siddharth. Govind Siddharth became enlightened in 1986 and Osho confirms that in one of his discourses. If you look on the blog at the categories you will see Osho’s Enlightened sannyasins and one is listed as Govind Siddharth. Here you will find posts regarding his own experience.

      As I said in story that I told in the post “Osho and the 16th Karmapa,” when I read the story, I too took it with a grain of salt, knowing how devotees tend to exaggerate the importance of their master. But what I can attest to first hand is the part of the story where I had an audience with the Karmapa at the Oberoi Hotel in Calcutta. He was sitting on a sofa and next to him facing out was a copy of Sannyas Magazine with Osho’s photo beaming out to the audience. Karmapa was sitting with a sannyasin who ran the Calcutta Osho center sitting at his feet and he was stroking the sannyasin’s beard. For me it confirmed that the Karmapa held Osho in high regard whether or not the Rumtek story was true or not.

      I have seen the quote from the Dalai Lama as well but I do not know its source. Personally I would not try and convince orthodox Buddhists – they have their own thing. No need to confuse the matter.
      Love is Being.

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  2. Hello,

    I just heard a story that Osho said, he would have meditated with former incarnation of Karmapa in caves. There the 16th Karmapa said that it wasn´t true. Sorry to say this.

    Best wishes to you all


  3. Dear Gerd,

    Perhaps what the story that you heard is referring to is: In the full account of Govind Siddharth’s visit with Karmapa, Karmapa told of there being a statue of a previous incarnation of Osho that exists in Tibet.

    But also, I am not sure what you mean when you say “There the 16th Karmapa said that it wasn’t true.” I just don’t see any reference to Osho not meditating with Karmapa in caves.

    Anyway rather absurd that we should be discussing whether a story that you heard second or third hand is true or not based on another story that you are reading of an account that is another couple of hands away.

    After all we are not discussing history here. The real gist of the whole story is to show that there was some connection between Karmapa and Osho and that was reinforced by my meeting with Karmapa in Calcutta.

    Love is Being,



    1. Dearb Prem,

      I just discovered your reply. It was Ole who wrote this in one of his books. But I will meet Ole in Februar and will ask him directly about. By the way I’m investigating about the life of HH 16th Karmapa, you knew him, would you like to tell me a bit about your experiences? Would be great!
      You can contact me via bgerd [at] ymail.com.
      Thanks a lot!
      Love loving


      1. Dear Gerd,

        What I have written in the post is the sum total of my experience with the 16th Karmapa. I have nothing more to add. Whatever Ole has to say about what he thinks the Karmapa thought of Osho is fine, but I have written my own firsthand experience and to see Karmapa sitting on the sofa in the Calcutta Oberoi with a picture of Osho propped up next to him was enough for me.

        Love is Being,



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  4. Dear PremG

    I am presently reading `Tantra: the Supreme Understanding` Osho on Tilopa`s Mahamudra ;& believe me ;I was typing a mail to you just 10 mins ago,& wanted to tell you that I was feeling full with this book last couple of days & lo ! behold ! I come across your blog details of the same .

    Osho is the greatest recorded stuff to have happened to Modern Civilization;forget trivia….Man ! What Intelligence ….? We are blessed to know him.And those of you to have lived with him 🙂 Great !!!

    Thanks for this beautiful blog & your connect.


  5. Krishna Prem’s new ebook GeeYouAreYOU,
    have a chapter about Karmapa ,(location 71% )

    ” Also staying at the home of (actor) James Coburn was non other than the Karmapa Lama, who was the lama that I first went to India to meet when I bumped into Osho by accident…
    …I gave him driving instructions how to get to Geetam Rajneesh Ashram….
    …a red ferrari…
    …He loved a fast car…”

    And Thank You Prem G for this site .


  6. This is one of the most absurd stories, probably invented by Rajneesh himself who loved a good joke and publicity. Osho’s teaching is so far from original Buddhism, there is hardly a single trace of it. In many ways his teaching resembles the six heretical teachers who the Buddha Gotama disputed with 2500 years ago. In the 60s and 70s and beyond, spiritual seekers were very naive and believed all sorts of fables. Drugs, pop music, etc all are to blame. The real, dedicated seekers eventually pass beyond this fantasy stage and take on the real hard task of discipline and wisdom. There is a reason why people like Osho stayed far away from Theravada Buddhism – it is far too realistic and austere for the la la land spiritual seekers. Proof of the absurdity is that Osho’s legacy is completely ruined and ineffective these days. All that remains is superficial feel good video clips on Youtube. There will never be a big “Osho Movement” again.


    1. Hello Ven,
      You seem to be somewhat confused about the post that you are commenting on. Essentially it is three stories. The first story is how I came to Osho. The second story within the first story is about my travelling friend and how he came to Osho. And the third story is told by Swami Govind Siddharth about his visit to Rumtek and his meeting with the Karmapa. Finally I relate my own meeting with the Karmapa in a Calcutta Hotel room and how I too was sceptical about the story told by Govind Siddharth and then when I met the Karmapa he had an issue of Sannyas Magazine propped up next to him on the sofa with Osho’s photo looking out.

      One final point is that I do not know why you even mention Theravada Buddhisms. It has nothing to do with the story. I am sure that you as a “realistic and austere” practioner of Theravada Buddhism know Tibetan Buddhism is part of Mahayana Buddhism.

      As far as Osho’s teachings go, I am wondering which of the hundreds of his books have you read. Have you read his discourses on the Dhammapada, on The Heart Sutra, on the Diamond Sutra, on Bodhidharma, on Zen masters Nansen, Rinzai or Joshu, on Atish’s Seven Points of Mind Training, or perhaps Tilopa’s Song of Mahamudra.



  7. Hello all,
    I was invited to have tea with the Karmapa in 1978 in Woodstock NY. His organization recently purchased an old hotel and they were going to build a new monastery there. I was invited because I was a close neighbor to the property. I was a Rajneesh sannyasin. I brought along two other Rajneesh sannyasins who were visiting me at the time. We were in orange with our malas. I sat next to the Karmapa having tea with some other neighbors. The Karmapa recognized that we were disciples of Bhagwan. He spoke very highly of Bhagwan and said that he was a good influence for this world. I do not remember his exact words. The conversation then led to Woodstock subjects and the building of the new monastery.

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  8. Osho is a great blessings to this planet at this time … he is not in time and space and he is available all the time …
    Though I didn’t meet him In this physical body but met him many times in my dreams and Vision..
    We are blessed by his presence…

    Swami Basu Samarpan

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  9. How interesting this connection between the tibetians and osho. In early 1980, when in McLoudganhj I was so strongly attracted towards tibetian Buddhismus (it was during Buddha‘s Birthday celebration and the whole place was Full of Monks and Lamas) that I wanted to take refuge and dive deeper into their wisdom. I went to a resident Lama and asked for guidance. He laughted at me and Said: „ Go South, sombody is waiting for you, and you will know if it is the right one, when you will feel like being cut with two bladed sword. One blade will cut your head, so you cannot think your thoughts anymore, and the other will cut your legs so you cannot run away.“ At this time it was still easy to talk to the Dalai Lama and in one meeting he said that Rajneesh was a very good man, but very, very dangerous… reason enough these days for me to Go south… ♥️

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  10. Very cleverly written.
    I lived and help build
    HH Karmapa’s monastery in Woodstock NY. Rashneesh was not revered. His students were banned from entering the center. Some of hi female devotees would hang out a crisis the street and say”Hey Swami you want to party?”
    We felt sorry for them .We knew Rashneesh was on valium etc. When Rashneesh sent a Dr devotee to tell is how to build the monastery with 3 ft thick walls with lined with lead to jeep out the radiation grom the nuclear disaster Rashneesh was predicting. The lamas laughed up a storm. I was there, I asked them, they said, ” We don’t l
    take advice from self appointed gurus on drugs.” And they did not heed Rashnreses advice not gave him any attention or recognition. He was a fake and he robbed and hurt many people on all kinds of levels. At music school we used to watch Rasnersh videos and and laff at the his jokes but mostly at him obviously on drugs and self importance


    1. I am sure that you are speaking from your own experience, as I am sharing my own experience. My experience was that of living and working in the Osho/Rajneesh communes for many years and also the experience of sitting with the 16th Karmapa. Although it is short, it was very significant for me. And as I said in my post, Karmapa was sitting on the sofa in the Oberoi Hotel in Calcutta with a picture of Osho Rajneesh sitting next to him. At his feet was one of Osho’s orange clad sannyasins. That scene answered any questions I had concerning the Karmapa and Osho. Cheers!


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