There is Only One Chicken – Dayanand Bharati

Transcending the conditioned mind

I had transcended alcohol addiction and sobriety. It is not quite correct that “I” had transcended it. Transcendence happened after “I” had failed absolutely, completely. Only through the power of awareness and watching both had disappeared, in a blaze of grace never to be seen or heard of again.

The first true transformation had happened in my life. It was real. It was a miracle. I was in awe and the mind still cannot comprehend, even now after 11 years, because he was left out of the loop. I mean something that was such a strong destructive habit for almost half of my life, suddenly just gone, evaporated, like it never existed from one moment to the next, suddenly waking up from a bad dream. This was a key experience.

Many changes happened right after this transformation.

I was filled with love and gratitude. All self-doubt, the favorite record of my mind, that it played over and over, was suddenly silenced.

This was confirmation that I was not in some kind of spiritual illusion about myself, because even in all that time I had been with my master I never had an experience that confirmed that I was on the right path, never a proof, except his acceptance of me and my love and trust for him. Of course many other things happened on the emotional and mental plane but never this final proof, this dropping into another dimension this falling out of polarity. This first real transformation made all my spiritual efforts solid.

My “personal” unconscious layers collapsed, and I was free of the hidden influences that had directed this life so far. I was conscious of myself as part of existence and not anymore part of Society, free of all the games society is playing, I had nothing to do with it any more, I was still in the marketplace but not of it anymore. Therefore, survival anxiety dropped away immediately, replaced by a natural trust in existence.

I was loved, accepted and embraced by life, I was ultimately worthy to be alive, rooted in myself, not anymore in others.

My whole life I had asked the other, the woman, the mother image to confirm me, give me worth and value, love me, or the lover, to satisfy me, give me bliss and fulfilment. But I was asking a mirror image, there was nobody in these reflections, only my own projections, nobody really there, only the reflection echoing back, asking the same from me. Just like when I look in my bathroom mirror and ask, do you love me? What will happen?  Will the reflection say: Yes!

No, the reflection will say “Do you love me”? There was no other!

To me, this is best described by a small anecdote my beloved master has told once. I don’t recall in which discourse so I tell it as I remember it.

Osho had a friend who had a butcher shop in his village, he liked the man and he dropped in occasionally to say hello.( only an enlightened “Jain” can have a butcher as a friend)

One day just before closing time my master stopped by and asked how his day was, the butcher said he had a great day today, I sold all my meat except for this chicken here. That very moment the shop door burst open and a customer rushed in, “ahh.. glad I made it, I have some friends over today for dinner and need a chicken. The Butcher winked at my master and put the chicken on the scale, “$5 please”, he said.

“Hmmm”, said the customer, “do you have a bigger one?”

Without hesitation the butcher walked back in his storeroom with the chicken, made some noise and came back with the same chicken He slapped it on the scale and said, “this one will be $7”! Tell you what”, said the customer, “I will take both.”

Now there is only one chicken. My master said there is always only one chicken. Asking for both will reveal the truth! That there is not two!

Being alert, watching, looking, inquiring is asking for both.

The steps that led to transcendence

I want to elaborate on the realisation that there is only one chicken, because this is a key that can be applied to transcend any duality.

And it can be used by anyone.

Before the transformation of getting drunk and trying to control it I had always believed I was going in a straight line, from this point to that, from unhappiness to happiness, from addiction to sobriety, from dependence to independence. And to get there I just had to try hard enough, give it my all and one bright sunny day…it will happen. I will arrive at my final destination. I will be free, sober, happy, loved, enlightened. And when it didn’t happen, as I had hoped, the reverse attitude kicked in, no matter how hard I try I will never make it, I will be never be free, sober, happy, loved, enlightened, I am a loser.

But in the struggle to be free of the drunkard I became aware that I was not going in a straight line at all, I became conscious that I was moving in a circle, going from negative to positive and then again to negative, from addict to anti-addict to addict….. From unhappiness to happiness to unhappiness, round and round….

If I follow a straight road and keep going and going I will eventually drive around the planet and arrive exactly where I am now, same with the mind. Before I was never aware of this fact, because the opposite was always hidden in the unconscious, half of the globe hidden in the dark night.

The road invisible appears non-existent, that is why it looks like it is a straight line, a half circle looks like a straight line, going from dawn to dusk from here to there, the other half is dark, unconscious, hidden, but I had somehow, through watching my mind and by trying, digging myself out of myself, brought eventually light to that dark hidden part.

I suddenly saw the whole mind, I stood apart, I saw the full circle not just half. I became aware that they are one whole and not 2 separate things.

It changed everything!


“If you make a circle, the end and beginning meet — only then is the circle complete. If you become a circle, whole, total, in you will meet the beginning and the end. You will be the very source of the world and you will be the very climax of the world. You will be both the alpha and the omega. And unless you become that, something is incomplete; and when something is incomplete you will remain miserable. The only misery that I know is being incomplete. The whole being tends to be complete, needs to be complete, and the incomplete becomes a torture. The incompletion is the only problem. And when you become complete, the end and the beginning meet in you. God as the source and God as the ultimate flowering meet in you.”

From The Hidden Harmony, Chapter #4

It is not that the mind saw that, he cannot, he is not able to look around the full circle, around the whole globe, the mind, just like the eyes, can always only see half, the front or the back, the up or the down but the eyes can never see front and back, up and down at the same time. That is the limitation of the mind and body. Only awareness can see all, not see, be all, rooted at the centre with full awareness of all that is.

Being aware of that, I could not be in the illusion anymore that one day I will be fulfilled, that this mind would one day arrive at its destination, at one side and stay there, there was no destination, a circle has no end, no arrival point it just goes round and round, on and on, like the horses on a merry go round.

I would never reach one side, because there is no one side, there is always 2 sides, like breathing in and breathing out, there cannot be only breathing in, or only breathing out. But the mind believes that this is possible, that is the illusion. I would never attain fulfilment in any of my desires because they are all based in duality.

There was no love waiting for me at the end of the tunnel, or security, or happiness. There was always both waiting for me. Love and hate, happiness and unhappiness, life and death.

Seeing this, understanding this, choice was irrelevant. I would always end up at the opposite again sooner or later. The illusion that I was going somewhere that I was growing, winning, that one day I will arrive at my goal was only an illusion, or that I will be condemned for ever, in eternal despair was also only one side of the coin.

Understanding this clearly, the turning in happened, the “letting go” happened, the transformation happened, addict and anti-addict evaporated into awareness, into the heart of being.

It is like a chess player suddenly becomes aware that he is actually playing against himself, his own mirror image.


I became aware that I was 100% addicted to alcohol, I wanted to get drunk, escape, forget, period, and I was aware that I wanted 100% to get rid of the addiction, be free of it, period.

And both identifications where mine. I was the only player in this game, I was aware of the opposite player as myself, I was my own enemy my own competitor, I competed against myself, trying to win against myself.

But now the light was on, I saw who I was playing against and I knew the next move I would make because the opponent was me, myself my own mind. That day, the game of playing and winning against the world, collapsed, because it was all me, my projection. I was the world and I was the individual, because I projected “me” onto the world and the world reflected “me” back. Once a fact is known it cannot be reversed, once a child knows by experience that fire burns it will know it for life and not touch fire again. Once the mind knows 100% it is not possible to get fulfilment outside, It will cooperate and stop reaching out.

All that has ever been stuffed in my mind is still intact, I still have a mind but it can not play with it anymore, the air has been let out of the balloon, it can be used perfectly for practical things but it doesn’t run the show anymore.

I became a light onto myself, I could see where I was going. Now I had a centre. I was “In”.


Crystallising. When this energy inside you has started an inner dance, by and by, slowly, enjoying it more and more, becoming more and more aware of it, a certain chemical crystallization happens in you. Exactly the same word was used by Gurdjieff in his work: crystallization. Your fragments fall together, you become one. A unity arises in you. In fact, for the first time you can say “I have an I.” Otherwise there were many I’s; now you have one I, a big I which controls everything. You have become your master.And the fourth step is destroying. When you have one I, then it can be destroyed; when you have many I’s, they cannot be destroyed. When your energy has become one and is centred, it can be killed, it can be completely destroyed. When it is a crowd it is difficult to destroy it. You destroy one fragment, there are a thousand other fragments. When you rush after those other fragments, the first one grows again. It is just like the way trees grow branches: you cut one, three branches sprout out of it.

The Discipline of Transcendence, Vol 3 Chapter #7

For me the addiction to alcohol was the catalyst that pushed me into awareness, but it can be anything that the mind is addicted to, the mind is basically in its essence addiction.

Any duality can be transcended with deep inquiry and awareness.

In deep gratitude to my beloved master Osho.

Dayanand Bharati

How I Came to One-Mind – Swami Dayanand Bharati

How I Came to One-Mind





Transcending addiction and sobriety

In 2007 I had to face that I was getting drunk every evening for the past 10 years, not that I was knocking myself out, just enough to be in a state of pleasant? unconsciousness from 6pm to bedtime almost every day (happy hour!)  Getting drunk was nothing new I basically spent the years from 16 – 21 in a state of intoxication.

My life as a teenager was void of any meaning (except looking to get laid) it seemed there was no good reason for being alive, so I hang with my good friend’s alcohol and cigarette’s they kept me company, taking the edge of my misery.

I was born 2 years after the war to a young 19year old mother, no money, no job, a gigolo as a husband, of course I was not received with love and joy, I was a burden, a mistake. I got that very early and became invisible, didn’t want to make a fuss, who knows?  But my mother was also a very responsible person and took care of me in spite of it all.

When I was 5 years old I did experience unconditional Love from strangers that took me in to give my mother a break and they sweetly nourished my young soul until I was returned to my parents (now with a new father) 6 years later, no embrace, no, we are so happy to have you back.

Anyway that is just a short introduction why alcohol was so easy to fall back on for me when I was lost, scared or lonely.

There was a huge change in my life at the age of 22. I was mysteriously initiated into the tantric path and had the first experience of my true self. Later I came to understand that it had to be my master that had initiated me 3 years before I actually met him, because it was synchronized with the same date and time when he gave his first Sannyas initiation, in Manali India, 26.9.1970, of course this I found out only much later.

It cut my hippie experiment of sex, drugs and rock and roll short, to walk the spiritual path. In 1973 I had the strong urge to travel to India, boarding the orient express to Istanbul a small group of Sannyasins sat next to me, drop outs, freaks like me,

I let them take me to my master.

I had finally come home. Living closely with my beloved Master, in Bombay, Pune 1, the Ranch and some of Pune 2 until 1989, there was no need for alcohol, his presence, his unconditional love and care was enough intoxication.  After he left his body I was not ready yet to walk alone, even though I did believe for a while that I was. Something was missing and keeping me stuck, I did not know what.

I put my head at the feet of another Sat-guru and asked for truth, no matter what. Consequently my relationship (marriage), which had provided me with a sense of security and mutual love by overriding my primal conditioning for 12 years, had been falling apart and my early childhood wounds of feeling rejected and a burden where bleeding again, it was painful and I reached back for my old helpful friend, my old drinking habit, sitting in front of the TV with a bottle of wine getting drunk and indulging in self-pity.

Finally, after accepting and understanding that this love need, that had disappointed me again, will never be fulfilled from anyone outside, I surrendered and embraced my aloneness.

I had passed consciously through all the pain and confusion again in this intense separation process that I had experienced when I was a child. Only later on did I realize that I was free now of my conditioning of rejection and worthlessness, an individual, my own person and did not have to compromise anymore for love and safety. I was responsible now for myself.

I kept up the drinking habit somehow maybe as a reward for my freedom, a declaration to myself that I can do now what I like and it is no one’s business. It was somehow tied up with being “ME” holding on to something, that I could control, that was mine alone, my choice. The self-imposed “fuck you all” attitdude of a rebel.

I enjoyed being me, there was a freedom that I never had felt before, I travelled, lived like a gypsy for a while out of my van, found a gorgeous young woman to love without the primal need for mother love and security. I was free to dive deep into my passion without guilt or pretence, no inner mother looking over my shoulder anymore, I could love now for the joy of it, for the passion of it, the play of it and I still held on to the the bottle of Vino for some reason.

This relationship went on for some years I slowly freed myself of my sexual conditioning by not compromising who I was. When the dance was complete with my beautiful partner,

I experimented some more with my new found sexual freedom but soon realized that it was repetitive and draining, it naturally faded slowly out. I was tired and done chasing woman for romantic love and sex. I was maybe 55 then and I wanted to relax with someone, have a friend, enjoy simple things like cooking, house making, fixing things, gardening, have a dog. When the time is right and the desire fits with the natural flow of life it will always happen, I met just the right beautiful woman to share the next stage of my life with, but still 2 bottles of wine every evening and maybe a shot or two of vodka to top it off. The old drinking habit was growing bigger and a problem. I felt not fully available to my beloved and to myself. I was watching the weakening of body and clarity of mind by getting intoxicated every evening, there was a subtle spiritual sarcasm arising too.

The addiction

I tried to stop but could only do it for a few days, tried again, failed after a week, slowly I realized that I was addicted, this was hard to admit, I always thought I was still in control, “Oh, I can stop whenever I want.” Well I could not!

It hurt and I knew I had to get out of this now! But how??

I called for help and I heard my beloved master who I had not heard from in a while, whisper in my inner ear “watch”, so I watched what happens when I drink, I watched, first glass of wine a little happiness, some satisfaction, then blurriness, scrambled thoughts, unfocused and at the end of the bottle numbness, finally sleep, every day the same. I also heard my Master say, “Do not judge, do not condemn, just watch.” Why did I still get drunk? It seemed there was actually no more reason for it. It seemed the reason was already dissolved, the meaninglessness, the worthlessness, the need for love and safety and recognition already history. My body would get sick I was sure, I could feel it, my mind was anxious about my future, I would spiral down into the final “fuck it all” and loose everything, I was certain of this and the love I wanted to share with my beloved was crippled. I could feel it, plus my spiritual path was almost non-existent. All these reasons stood against getting drunk and be oblivious for a few hours, I had to gather all my determination to watch, I had no other options.


Watch…and when you watch you have to remember that while watching, don’t judge. If you judge, watching is lost. While watching, don’t evaluate. If you evaluate, watching is lost. While watching, don’t comment. If you comment, you have missed the point.

You don’t say this is good, you don’t say this is bad, and you don’t say this should not have been, and you don’t say this should have been. You don’t say anything – you simply watch. You are not asked to comment. You are not a judge – just a watcher.

From My Way: The Way of the White Clouds ch.3

I watched!

Every morning I would wake up around 4 am and feel my body was poisoned and I promised myself, today I am done, no more, but come noon next day I forgot and I had to decide between Merlot and Cabernet, I watched! I watched the dance, when the desire to get drunk was conscious the desire to stop drinking was in the unconscious, totally absent. When the urge to stop was up the desire to get drunk was down in the basement non-existent.  They never met at first, like day and night, the game of the mind, hide and seek.

To watch I had to accept to keep drinking, by and by it was obvious that to stop drinking, was not possible anyway, I could control it for some time, maybe even years like some people can, but this would just keep the lid on for a while and I might be under the illusion that I had beat drinking but that would only be a deception and deep down the addiction would wait for its day to come.

After a while of watching looking deeply into my mind I became conscious of a strange fact, that the addiction was 100% determent to get drunk and the anti -addiction part was also 100% sure it wanted to be sober. Before my mind made me believe that it is 50%-50%  and if I am strong enough I can swing the sober one to 75% and the addict to 25% and if I really stay on it, I can win the war, 100% sobriety and zero% addiction, that was the logic of the mind, but now the picture looked very different.

So it seemed there where two people in me, one that was 100% happy to get drunk and one that was 100% unhappy to get drunk and demanded to stop. Each wanted domination and would not give an inch. They were both me and they had equal power, like my left hand and my right hand fighting, which will win? They are both me! They are one, two halves of the whole, and they were causing each other.


I had a favourite theme when I was painting or sometimes sculpting in the past, a man rooted in the earth like a tree, his arms, wings, attempting to take off into the sky. This was the exact situation I was in now. It represented my conflict my dilemma to the core.

The addict rooted, settled unmoving in the ground and the anti-addict struggling to fly away from it, equally strong, the anti-addict arising out of the addict, it was the inevitable reaction to the addict and he in turn holding back the energy, the attempt to fly away demanding to get his fix. They are both one dynamic process, they are one circle!

Like night and day, good and bad, birth and death……one cannot exist without the other and I had no idea what to do.

Seeing this over and over made any choice futile. Either I had to live with both or get rid of both, but how? No matter what my choice it would eventually always include both, but that was crazy, that was not possible.

I had always felt this conflict this struggle deep inside, with everything. I am the roots, and I also have wings, wanting to fly away from me, but it was “all” Me, I was at war with myself, I was tearing myself apart inside!

And I saw no way out, no solution that I could come up with! I was hopelessly stuck, that was for certain, I did see it, I was aware of it, that is all, I saw no end to this dilemma.

I could not stop choosing either, because that was also a choice. I saw the goose in the bottle, but how to get her out?

The transformation!

Another evening, not a new one, just the old routine again. ahhh I am getting my fix now. Like it was my reward for having managed to live through another day. Caught in this endless circle of wanting to be sober and getting drunk and whichever side I chose didn’t matter, because I would always end up running the full course of the conflict.

At the moment I was on the getting high side. I had to accept that, OK, so now I drink another bottle. At least I can stop judging myself or hoping for a way out. There wasn’t one.

There was no point feeling bad or guilty, I also sincerely wanted to be free of this addiction as much as following the urge to get drunk. Fighting and judging myself was useless. I had no answer, I felt both, saw both the options, equally strong, I had to keep drinking, at least I could keep my eye on the addict, watch!

I knew that sometime long ago there was a good reason for getting drunk.

I remember that it actually got me through some very hard, meaningless and painful situations.

But now I was over that. I had spent years nourishing my spiritual side, all that time with my master I hardly ever got drunk, at least not out of need or habit, why is it back now with such vengeance?

I sat back in my chair.

I was thinking about my life, remembering my Master, his love, his compassion, his care for me, the incredible incomparable adventure living in his presence for 17 years.

And Poonjaji, being invited to his table, accepted and blessed.

All the other awakened ones I had sat briefly before, that had also blessed and enriched my life, Anandamayi Ma, Jean Klein and others.

The sweet old couple that had given me the gift of unconditional love and a real childhood as a little boy and had awakened my heart.

My beautiful wife, I loved and deeply cared about and all the other women that I had loved and that had allowed me to be part of their lives, the miracle of my initiation, the struggle to wake up.

What an incredible life!

Tears were welling up; I took some deep breaths.

What a fool I am, I am so sorry, I am such an idiot!

How can I be so stupid?

So much magic and mystery and I pissed it all away by getting drunk every evening for the last 10 years.

I had forgotten how fortunate I was.

More and more tears from nowhere rolling down my face.

I felt a pressure in my chest, I stood up and raised my arms reaching for something invisible, maybe god or the master.

Some force pushed me down on my knees, like in prayer. 

Suddenly the dam broke and my heart burst wide open. 

The beautiful heart exploded, unbelievable Love flooded me! Gratitude, overwhelming gratitude filled every fibre in my body.

Thank you, thank you for everything and everyone, thank you for this Life, this amazing gift. I was loved, had always been loved by this existence unconditionally and I was blind to it, I had blinded myself by holding on to this old pattern of anxiety and addiction.

I knew with absolute certainty that the whole addiction drama was suddenly over, gone forever.

The goose was out!

I will never need to take another sip of alcohol in this or any other life, the addict and the anti-addict vanished into oblivion like a dream after waking up.

I was loved by existence I was part of this amazing existence, I had remembered and was invited back home. I was free, the habitual mind had cracked and my heart lit up. 

Not enlightened, the mind not gone, but the first fully conscious separation happened of mind and heart, a small satori with a huge impact.

I had almost lost the thread again, the love I had for my wife and the remembrance of my master, made me eventually question my addiction

Love is powerful it kept pushing me, thank You!

I am still in awe!

I understand now,

I had been holding on to this old habit of escaping from myself, it was a defence I had put into place all by myself in my youth a self-imposed rebel conditioning to cover up this deep seated anxiety that I am unloved and not safe in this world, that no one cares about me and I may not survive on my own.

I was holding on to this self-destructive identity, because it was mine, it belonged to me, it was all I had for a while. I fought everything, parents, school, work and myself, I fought it by not caring and drinking made me forget myself and this anxiety, and it was also saying to the world, look what you have done to me! fuck you all!

Maybe I hoped that my master at some point would save me, without me doing my part. Maybe I was disappointed in him, why didn’t you save me? or maybe I just felt ashamed that I was such a looser disciple.

I resisted the transformation I somehow knew was just around the corner, just behind a veil, I didn’t know what would happen if I let this go, this was all I had left, of my conditioned child identity so I kept myself stupidly in the dark instead, until blessedly It hurt too much and I had to face it.

This was not enlightenment, this was not the end of the mind, this was the end of confusion, holding on and blindly cooperating with the unconscious movement of the mind.


Once you know that between the opposites balance is possible, once you have a glimpse of it, then you know the art. Then everywhere in life, in every dimension of life, you can attain that balance very easily. Really, to say that you can attain is not good. Once you know the knack of it, whatsoever you do, the balance follows you like a shadow. This inner balance between the opposites is the most significant thing that can happen to a man. 

My Way: The Way of the White Clouds ch.4

About 12 years have passed since that event. The impact is permanent. That day I turned around, I turned in, naturally, and a whole new journey began.

The addict and the anti-addict have never been seen again. I am still in awe of the mystery. I was given the key to transformation.

In Love and gratitude