Never Born – Never Died Only visited this planet Earth between December 11, 1931 and January 19, 1990
With these immortal words, Osho both dictates his epitaph and dispenses with his biography.
I don’t have any biography.
And whatsoever is thought to be biography is utterly meaningless.
On what date I was born, in what country I was born, does not matter.
What matters is what I am now, right here.
After announcing the removal of his name from everything, he agrees to accept ‘Osho’
Osho is a very beautiful word. It should be added to every language.
Just the sound is beautiful in the first place: Osho.
It shows respect, it shows love, it shows gratitude.
It is not just a dry word like ‘Reverend’.
It is a very loving and friendly word,
almost having the sense of ‘The Beloved’.
His thousands of hours of extemporaneous talks, spoken to people from around the world over a twenty-year period, are all recorded, often on video. The transcriptions of these talks are published in hundreds of titles in dozens of languages. In these talks, the human mind is put under the microscope as never before, analyzed to the smallest wrinkle. Mind as psychology, mind as emotion, mind as mind/body; mind as moralist, mind as belief; mind as religion, mind as history, mind as politics and social evolution – all examined, studied, and integrated and then graciously left behind in the essential quest for transcendence.
In the process Osho exposes hypocrisy and humbug wherever he sees it. As the author, Tom Robbins so eloquently said:
“I recognize the emerald breeze when it rattles my shutters. And Osho is like a hard, sweet wind, circling the planet, blowing the beanies off of rabbis and popes, scattering the lies on the desks of the bureaucrats, stampeding the jackasses in the stables of the powerful, lifting the skirts of the pathologically prudish and tickling the spiritually dead back to life.
“Jesus had his parables, Buddha his sutras, Mohammed his fantasies of the Arabian night. Osho has something more appropriate for a species crippled by greed, fear, ignorance and superstition: he has cosmic comedy.
“What Osho is out to do, it seems to me, is pierce our disguises, shatter our illusions, cure our addictions and demonstrate the self-limiting and often tragic folly of taking ourselves too seriously.”
So what to say of Osho? The ultimate deconstructionist? A visionary who becomes the vision? Certainly a proposal to existence – that it is everyone’s birthright to enjoy the ultimate experience of being a buddha. For that, Osho says, “There is only one path, which goes inwards, where you will not find a single human being, where you will find only silence, peace. Then you will find yourself, and after that even you will not be there.”
Nobody is going to be my successor.
Each sannyasin is my representative.
When I am dead, you all – individually –
will have to represent me to the world.
There is not going to be any pope.
There is not going to be any shankaracharya.
Each sannyasin, in his own capacity, has to represent me.
This has never happened – but it is going to happen! You are all my successors.
When I am dead, that simply means I have left this body
and entered all the bodies of my people.
I will be within you.
I will be part of you.