30/06/2025
Self Realization Day of Swami Anand Arun and Enlightenment Day of Ma Yog Laxmi.
“It was 30th June, 1985—exactly one year since Osho had gifted me the title of Bodhisattva. I had just arrived at Rajneeshpuram that morning, and everything in me was vibrating with longing. It felt as though the desert itself was waiting for something to happen.
That day, I joined hundreds of sannyasins lining the dusty road, waiting for Osho’s daily drive-by. And when he appeared—seated silently in his Rolls Royce, eyes half-closed—my entire being went still. As he passed, our eyes met, and something inside me trembled with recognition.
Later that afternoon, as I sat quietly in the commune, an assistant of Ma Anand Sheela approached me.
“Sheela wants to meet you,” she said simply.
I was surprised, but I followed her instructions and went to Sheela’s office.
Sheela greeted me with a serious but soft tone. There was none of her usual sharpness—only a quiet authority.
“Arun” she said, “Bhagwan wants to see you this evening.”
My heart skipped a beat.
She continued, “You have to take a proper shower… put on fresh, clean clothes. And most importantly, don’t tell anyone in the commune. If word of this meeting gets out, you’ll be expelled from Rajneeshpuram—and from the United States.”
I nodded silently.
It was a time when Osho was in silence, not meeting anyone, not speaking. Yet I was being called.
At exactly 7 PM, I was guided to his residence by Ma Anand Sheela. She pointed me to a door of a room where Osho was supposed to be. The room I entered was dimly lit, bathed in a quiet golden hue. The silence inside was not ordinary—it was thick, alive, like presence itself.
Osho was sitting on a chair, unmoving, eyes closed. The power of his silence struck me like thunder without sound.
But then—my eyes widened.
Ma Yog Laxmi was already there.
I was stunned. I had met her just a week ago in Delhi, where she had told me with deep sadness that she couldn’t come to see Osho—she had no passport, no visa, no ticket. Nothing.
And yet, here she was. Sitting silently in Osho’s room, as if she had always belonged there.
I couldn’t understand how. And I didn’t need to. Her presence was a mystery beyond explanation.
We both slowly moved forward and knelt together at Osho’s feet.
What followed was not a meeting—it was a sacred ceremony without words.
We stayed in his presence for about 90 minutes. And throughout that time, Laxmi and I surrendered, cried, and dissolved—together, yet alone.
When I placed my head on Osho’s feet, Laxmi lifted hers, her face soaked in tears of awe and bliss. Then she would bow down, and I would lift my head, weeping like a child. We alternated like this, silently, rhythmically, as if orchestrated by the divine itself.
And then—it happened.
I felt Laxmi dissolve. Her energy became still, vast, completely transformed.
She attained enlightenment in that very moment.
Her body remained, but the person known as Ma Yog Laxmi was no more. She had become pure light.
And as I bowed once more, I too disappeared.
My breath froze. My thoughts vanished. There was no seeker left—just a vast field of witnessing.
There was no Swami Anand Arun.
Only silence. Only awareness.
No form. No center. No boundary.
I became self-realized.
Osho didn’t say a word. But in his silence, he gave us everything.
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🌺 “Laxmi attained Enlightenment . I attained the witness. And Osho… remained the doorway to the eternal.”
That evening remains the turning point of my life—not because I learned something, but because I unlearned everything. Because I vanished… and in that vanishing, the Truth revealed itself.”
