Devageet

   For about ten years I had been searching along many religious paths trying to find some connection between what I felt to be an inner Truth and my outer life. I had this feeling that there was a gap between the two. After a time, I began to understand that reading and learning did not touch me and that I needed a living Master. So I went from one Spiritual Guru to another realising that they were all nice people but that they couldn’t touch the center of me. In the course of all this I met one of Osho’s sannyasins and he told me about this strange meditation in which you jump and scream and dance. "You call that meditation?" I asked. In those days I was meditating for many hours every day; running, swimming. So I thought "no harm trying this funny meditation." And I did what he called "Dynamic Meditation." Wonder of wonders! I found that it touched me inside as nothing else had done. I was screaming and dancing and shouting and laughing and I thought, "Wonderful! I can’t remember having done this in a long time!" I enjoyed it immensely! It was such freedom. 
    So I did it everyday for about two months and in the course of that time I read two of His books – "The Flowers Showered," and "My Way the Way of The White Cloud." As I read those books, I was crying! Not out of sadness or anything – just crying. And the tears felt good! Then I sent for His tapes and His voice was so beautiful! After three weeks I had the opportunity in the form of a crisis in my marriage, to go for a holiday. I hadn’t decided where I wanted to go and the sannyasin friend suggested that I go to Poona. Then things really started happening. As soon as I sat in the plane I felt that my life was changing. I didn’t know how, I could just feel that it was changing. As soon as I reached the commune I felt at home. 
    And when I saw Bhagwan in discourse – I went in shock! Because looking for a Master is one thing and finding him is another. Everything about Him was so beautiful – the way He moved, the way He looked, the way He talked and I knew that He was the Master I was searching for and yet my mind refused to accept. It kept saying, "How do you know for sure that this is your Master? You already have a Guru." So I made an appointment to see Him. Next day in discourse I saw Him. I didn’t hear a thing because my mind kept screaming "I need a sign! I need a sign!" Now, who gets a sign? And what kind of sign? Well, seven years earlier I had done a painting . It was the painting of a naked Yogi, sitting in an orange void, with his back to me. A beam of sunlight was touching him on the head and splitting into all the colours of the rainbow. This painting I kept in my office in England. The moment Osho turned His back to leave Darshan I saw it! A beam of light touched Him on the head and I thought – "Christ! He looks just like my painting! This is my sign!" At that point Sannyas happened. 
    That night when I was sitting at His feet for Darshan He asked, "Hello Charles! Do you want to take sannyas?" I said "Yes," and He gave me the name "Devageet," which means "Divine Harmony" or "Song of the Universe" or "The Unstruck Melody of the Cosmos." At that point all the doubting stopped. I told Osho that I was in the process of a divorce and that even though my wife and I were always fighting I wanted to share the beauty of my experiences here, with her. Osho then told me that the best way to make her understand that was to give her everything I had – the house, the children, the money, the cars and she would know.

(excerpted from Keerti's site, Meditate-Celebrate. This piece is a major part of Chapter 10 of the book, Allah to Zen, personal impressions of Osho)

Sw Devageet, British, Osho's dentist