During the entire three to four years I spent in Poona, I never submitted a question to Osho for discourse. It just didn’t happen. But once I felt compelled to ask something during darshan. Darshan was an intimate gathering of sannyasins and visitors that took place in the evenings. Many sannyasins asked about personal problems, very often concerning relationship issues.
When Sumati and I arrived back from Japan, I thought I should ask a question, so I formulated a flippant one about how difficult relationship was. To be honest, it was not really my question, but I felt like I was missing out on time in front of Osho addressing sannyasins’ burning issues. I remember even when I asked, I felt like a phony. It just wasn’t a real question for me. Osho never responded. He just ignored the question.
If one had ashram life or work-related questions, they could be submitted through the office. You would get an answer in a couple of days. There are those who believe that some letters were never answered by him but by one of his secretaries. For me, it does not matter because for the two questions I submitted during my time in the ashram, the answers were right.

At some point during my working life with Deeksha, I wanted a change. No doubt, it was during some period I wasn’t enjoying very much. During my first stay in Poona, I had volunteered and helped out with packing books. Gatha was in charge, and we had developed a nice connection. And now two years later, Gatha was still in charge of the book packing, so I wrote a letter to Osho and asked if I could work with the books. The answer I received was yes, but first I had to pass through the fire. And of course, working in Vrindavan was that fire.
The next request involved some kind of historical fantasy. In the beginning, the Ashram security was taken care of by the Krishna guards. They were called this because the sannyasin responsible for this team was named Krishna. They would be the ones posted at Lao Tzu gate and the entrances to the Ashram. But at some point, a new group was formed and they were called Samurais. This group was led by Shiva. They had great Samurai uniforms and it was difficult not to be envious of their position. My interest in the samurais lay more with the Japanese Samurai tradition. Samurais were honorable, spiritual warriors and somehow that struck a chord inside. I wrote to Osho and asked if I could be a Samurai. The answer I got back was that I was already a samurai. A couple of years later, at the Ranch in Oregon, I would find I was both working with the books and in the Peace Force, at the same time.
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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. Download a PDF or order the book Here.









