Of all the recorded words of Osho, this small series of gossips from the dentist's chair were to prove the most intimate so far. It was a special kind of communion. Therefore, these words have a special flavor. It is said the esteemed notetaker had a little trouble at first actually hearing Osho's words. They were almost a whisper. One small step from silence. They seemed to come from far far away, as though he were calling from the great height he has reached down to this earth. Yet these soft words have all the strength, all the waking power, of a lion's beautiful roar of freedom.
In the first session, Osho simply talked of this and that, weaving words of beauty and silence into a delightful tapestry of jokes and mischief. Then he began to go deeply into the source of the ancient Tibetan mantra 'Om Mani Padme Hum'. Osho takes all the seriousness out of this usually lofty subject and these passages are wonder-filled with energy, lightness and much laughter. These first two series are contained in a single volume called 'NOTES OF A MADMAN'.
Osho has read an amazing number of books in his lifetime and in the third series he spoke about some of the most treasured in his library. The series is called, simply, BOOKS I HAVE LOVED. It invites us to also savor these books, to be inspired and nourished by their poetry and beauty.
The fourth series he called GLIMPSES OF A GOLDEN CHILDHOOD. Suddenly Osho had begun to speak of his early years, something he had hitherto not done. Now he began to unveil a rare and wondrous gift to his disciples and to the world. He spoke of the years when his buddhahood was still a bud.
Osho is the ultimate nonconformist. He bows to no creed, no doctrine. He is this way as a man. He was this way as a child. He took nothing at face value: the flame of rebellion against the juiceless traditions, the dried out religions and values, was already burning brightly. He was never afraid of consequences. He went his own sweet way, fearless of danger, diving into the deepest, most dangerous rivers, staying alone in the darkest night. Even his parents, his schoolteachers, came to respect this roguish rascal of a child. It is said that while other children went outside to play, Osho went inside -- in the truest sense -- to find his playground. Osho had no master in this lifetime, yet he encountered many great beings who recognized even then who this boy was. They saw his potential, the seed ready to burst into flower. This book is filled with stories of these men, their love and deep respect for Osho and, in return, his love and respect for them. Although this series is about the Master's early life, it is in no way a conventional autobiography. Osho has more than grown up, he has grown upwards. When he speaks of his childhood, he is not giving us a personal history lesson. He has no masks, no persona; there are no boasts of what he 'done', no regrets. The stories in this book are not in chronological order; they are a stream of pure, spontaneous consciousness, direct from the timeless ocean. You cannot put the life of a Master into the framework of time. When Osho relates a story it is not nostalgia. When he speaks with such love for his parents, his grandparents, those crazy characters he met along the way, he brings them to life, full of laughter, energy. It is alive here and now. You can feel it, share it. It is sometimes hard to imagine, but everything Osho does is for us. He has long ago reached his own fulfillment. He has long ago found that deepest realm of silence. There is no reason for him to speak, it is all for us. This book, these glimpses of this truly golden childhood, is just another invitation, a little more encouragement for us also to find that space in which to blossom. The pure love in these pages is simply to give us a taste, a fragrance of this miracle, this mystery of enlightenment.
This is the second edition of this book....This edition is richer. Since the original series of talks given in 1981 Osho has spoken many times of his childhood. These stories and anecdotes have now been added in an appendix to the book -- a few extra spices for this already superb banquet.
Much has happended in the last few years to Osho and his people. It hasn't always been easy. He never said it would be. He has been chained, imprisoned, poisoned. This beautiful individual has been treated by the unconscious world like a criminal, and his health destroyed. For more than four years after he was poisoned and expelled from America, Osho managed to keep his body together so that he could continue to work with his people. He left his body in January, 1990 in Poona, India. There, the commune which has grown up around him continues to expand and flourish. Much has happened, yet nothing has happened, for it is still happening, moment to precious moment. Osho says in this book: 'Many times I am surprised at how the body has grown old. But as far as I am concerned, I don't feel old age or the aging process. Not even for a single moment have I felt different. I am the same; so many things have happened but only on the periphery. So I can tell you what has happened. But remember always, nothing has happened to me. I am just as innocent and as ignorant as I was before my birth.' And a few months before he left his body, he dictated this inscription for the crypt containing his ashes:
If you come to this book expecting logic, you will not find it. Masters are not logical men. What you will find is life, in all its craziness, all its love, all its laughter! If you can read this book with an open heart, if for a few moments you can put aside your serious 'grown-up,' you too may have a few glimpses of your own inner child. You too may begin to play inside.
Never born -- never died
Only visited this
Planet Earth between
December 11, 1931 -- January 19, 1990
Swami Deva Abhinandan