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28/01/2007

Pythagoras

Pythagoras represents the eternal Pilgrim for philosophia perennis -- the perennial philosophy of life. He is a seeker of truth par excellence. He staked all that he had for the search. He traveled far and wide, almost the whole known world of those days, in search of the Masters, of the mystery schools, of any hidden secrets. From Greece he went to Egypt -- in search of the lost Atlantis and its secrets.
In Egypt, the great library of Alexandria was still intact. It had all the secrets of the past preserved. It was the greatest library that has ever existed on the earth; later on it was destroyed by a Mohammedan fanatic. The library was so big that when it was burnt, for six months the fire continued.
Just twenty-five centuries before Pythagoras, a great continent, Atlantis, had disappeared into the ocean. The ocean that is called Atlantic is so called because of that continent, Atlantis.
Atlantis was the ancientmost continent of the earth, and civilization had reached the highest possible peaks. But whenever a civilization reaches a great peak there is a danger: the danger of falling apart, the danger of committing suicide.
Humanity is facing that same danger again. When man becomes powerful, he does not know what to do with that power. When the power is too much and the understanding is too little, power has always proved dangerous. Atlantis was not drowned in the ocean by any natural calamity. It was actually the same thing that is happening today: it was man's own power over nature. It was through atomic energy that Atlantis was drowned -- it was man's own suicide. But all the scriptures and all the secrets of Atlantis were still preserved in Alexandria.
All over the world there are parables, stories, about the great flood.
Those stories have come from the drowning of Atlantis. All those stories -- Christian, Jewish, Hindu -- they all talk about a great flood that had come once in the past and had destroyed almost the whole civilization. Just a few initiates, adepts, had survived. Noah is an adept; a great Master, and Noah's ark is just a symbol.
A few people escaped the calamity. With them, all the secrets that the civilization had attained survived. They were preserved in Alexandria.
Pythagoras lived in Alexandria for years. He studied, he was initiated into the mystery schools of Egypt -- particularly the mysteries of Hermes. Then he came to India, was initiated into all that the brahmins of this ancient land had discovered, all that India had known in the inner world of man.
For years he was in India, then he traveled to Tibet and then to China. That was the whole known world. His whole life he was a seeker, a pilgrim, in search of a philosophy -- philosophy in the true sense of the word: love for wisdom. He was a lover, a philosopher -- not in the modern sense of the word but in the old, ancient sense of the word. Because a lover cannot only speculate, a lover cannot only think about truth: a lover has to search, risk, adventure.
Truth is the beloved. How can you go on only thinking about it? You have to be connected with the beloved through the heart. The search cannot be only intellectual; it has to be deep down intuitive. Maybe the beginning has to be intellectual, but only the beginning. Just the starting point has to be intellectual, but finally it has to reach the very core of your being.
He was one of the most generous of men, most liberal, democratic, unprejudiced, open. He was respected all over the world. From Greece to China he was revered. He was accepted in every mystic school; with great joy he was welcomed everywhere. His name was known in all the lands. Wherever he went he was received with great rejoicing.
Even though he had become enlightened, he still continued to reach into hidden secrets, he still continued to ask to be initiated into new schools. He was trying to create a synthesis; he was trying to know the truth through as many possibilities as is humanly possible. He wanted to know truth in all its aspects, in all its dimensions.
He was always ready to bow down to a Master. He himself was an enlightened man -- it is very rare. Once you have become enlightened, the search stops, the seeking disappears. There is no point.
Buddha became enlightened... then he never went to any other Master. Jesus became enlightened... then he never went to any other Master. Or Lao Tzu, or Zarathustra, or Moses.... Hence Pythagoras is something unique. No parallel has ever existed. Even after becoming enlightened, he was ready to become a disciple to anybody who was there to reveal some aspect of truth.
His search was such that he was ready to learn from anybody. He was an absolute disciple. He was ready to learn from the whole existence. He remained open, and he remained a learner to the very end.
The whole effort was... and it was a great effort in those days, to travel from Greece to China. It was full of dangers. The journey was hazardous; it was not easy as it is today. Today things are so easy that you can take your breakfast in New York and your lunch in London, and you can suffer indigestion in Poona. Things are very simple. In those days it was not so simple. It was really a risk; to move from one country to another country took years.
By the time Pythagoras came back, he was a very old man. But seekers gathered around him; a great school was born. And, as it always happens, the society started persecuting him and his school and his disciples. His whole life he searched for the perennial philosophy, and he had found it! He had gathered all the fragments into a tremendous harmony, into a great unity. But he was not allowed to work it out in detail -- to teach people he was not allowed.
He was persecuted from one place to another. Many attempts were made on his life. It was almost impossible for him to teach all that he had gathered. And his treasure was immense -- in fact, nobody else has ever had such a treasure as he had. But this is how foolish humanity is, and has always been. This man had done something impossible: he had bridged East and West. He was the first bridge. He had come to know the Eastern mind as deeply as the Western mind.
He was a Greek. He was brought up with the Greek logic, with the Greek scientific approach, and then he moved to the East. And then he learnt the ways of intuition. Then he learnt how to be a mystic. He himself was a great mathematician in his own right. And a mathematician becoming a mystic is a revolution, because these are poles apart.
Osho, Philosophia Perennis, Volume 1, Number 1

21/12/2006

planetary near-death experience

Whether the earth is shaken by natural catastrophes, or nuclear warfare, or both, earth and the life upon it does survive. More than that, however: A New Age emerges and the devastating changes that have preceded it are understood to have been necessary purgations effecting the transformation of humanity into a new mode of being. By analogy, just as the individual near death experiencer may have to endure the pain and suffering associated with the trauma of almost dying before positive personal transformation can take place, so the world may need to undergo a “planetary near-death experience” before it can awaken to higher, more spiritual, collective consciousness with universal love at its core. – Kenneth Ring, Transpersonal Psychologist
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26/10/2006

hidden power

Energy is pouring through every pore of my flesh. My presence is broad and clear and is felt by all I gaze upon, for they turn their faces towards me when I near them and they stand in awe at my passing. In their eyes I see a mix of respect, fear, jealousy, a longing and a lust for the forbidden. Will I allow them into my flow, into the depths of my soul and into my warmth?
I cannot help it, I am almost floating and my body feels loose, sensual but sharp. I am in turn absorbing waves of energy from all present and like a hunter, sleek and magnificent I prowl through the crowd, searching with my eyes, like two huge flashlights that leave none uncovered, no eye contact is needed for I am aware of all. My mind would now and then stretch out towards someone, invading their consciousness, feeling their presence like a warm buzz spreading through the crown of my skull.
Pleasing to the eye, yet if you catch these eyes, they could leave you dumbstruck and embarrassed, so much can be displayed in them. There are many answers and so many more mysteries, tales of hidden valleys and ancient forests, lost islands and vast oceans and more than that; the very core of existence. I hold the human component in my hand and wear the ethereal on my brow.
I can literally experience the energy like waves around me, enticing their eyes. On my face a genuine look of peace and calm, a kind of bewitched heaven, concentrated on the vibe, distracted by the hidden and the calling of many. A wanting I read in numerous souls, a yearning to partake of my energy, to feel connected. Beware fool! A wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction. Parts of me are being destroyed.
©2005Brow of Calm

18/10/2006

undefined space

Not really lonely, just alone, I was born for other times, they are still to come. I’m not really gone, just far away from all the others. This time round I’m not doing what I usually do to forget this. I have been nurturing a silent cold for many years now and I will be incubating for some time to come. I am feeling this flow on my own. It must be this way; I won’t forget the truth I learnt or that of which I am now breathing in. It is becoming a new thing this time around; something I can be comforted by and something that one day will be claimed as undefined space. I am in a place of utter inward motion and non described emotion, the core of all my actions to come and the end of all my human dissatisfaction.

08/09/2006

I have left barren landscapes behind me, stony hillsides without trees, desert valleys without water, they are behind me now. I stumble onwards with only the wind as a reminder of what lies before me. It brings the scent of rain and of living things and with it an energy that strengthens the core of my being. As I look up to the sky I see a small dot growing larger. It is a living thing! A small hawk hovers above me and I hear its high mewing call. It has been long since I heard the sound of a living creature and it is like music to me. It glides away east toward a distant ridge of hills and hangs in the air, waiting for me to follow. I look back; a dark evening is falling on the barren landscapes behind me.