06/05/2026
From the wall of Sw Chaitanya Keerti ji...
What an insight!!!
Wow
In the spritual world/journey often we make mistake thinking we know...
There is a difference between knowing and believing that one knows...
A guru knows and disciple if on a wrong footing will think he has known...
And there is where the gap remains for him for the lifetime and therfore we miss...the live Guru and our potential to grow...in that direction!
Below is the post in his wordsЁЯСЗтЭгя╕П
рдбрд┐рд╕рд╛рдпрдкрд▓ рджреИрдЯ рдлреЗрд▓реНрдб!
рдПрдХ рдерд╛ рдЯрд┐рдо, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рд▓рд┐рдЦреА рдереА рдПрдХ рдмреБрдХ (Tim Guest: Life in Orange)
рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╣реА рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЗ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдл--
рдУрд╢реЛ рдХреА рд╕рдВрдиреНрдпрд╛рд╕рд┐рди рдорд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╕реНрдордпрд╛.
рдЯрд┐рдо рдХреЛ рдмрдЪрдкрди рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдорд╛ рд╕реЗ
рдорд┐рд▓рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдореЗрдВ рдХреЛрдИ рдХрдореА рд░рд╣реА рд╣реЛрдЧреА.
рд╡реЗ рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдЗрдВрдЧреНрд▓реИрдВрдб рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╣рддреЗ рдереЗ.
рдореБрдЭреЗ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкрд┐рддрд╛ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рдкрддрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ.
рдЯрд┐рдо рдкреЭ рд▓рд┐рдЦ рдХрд░ рдкрддреНрд░рдХрд╛рд░ рдмрдирд╛,
рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХ рдореЗрдВ рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдорд╛
рдХреЗ рдорд╛рдзреНрдпрдо рд╕реЗ рдУрд╢реЛ рдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐ рдЕрдкрдирд╛
рдЖрдХреНрд░реЛрд╢ рдкреНрд░рдХрдЯ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛.
рдХрд┐рддрд╛рдм рдЦреВрдм рдмрд┐рдХреА рдЗрдВрдЧреНрд▓реИрдВрдб рдореЗрдВ.
рдлрд┐рд░ рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рдЕрдБрдЧрд░реЗреЫ рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рдореА
рдкреВрд░реНрд╡реЛрджрдп рдХреА рдмреЗрдЯреА рдкреНрд░рд╕рд┐рджреНрдз рд▓реЗрдЦрд┐рдХрд╛ рдмрдиреА.
(Lily Dunn : Sins of My Father)
рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдирд╛рд░рд╛реЫрдЧреА рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкрд┐рддрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдереА.
рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рднреА рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкрд┐рддрд╛ рдХреЗ
рдмреЗрд░реБрдЦреЗ рдмрд░реНрддрд╛рд╡ рдХрд╛ рдмрджрд▓рд╛ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛
рдУрд╢реЛ рдХреЗ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдл рдХрд┐рддрд╛рдм рд▓рд┐рдЦ рдХрд░.
рдЗрд╕ рдкреНрд░рдХрд╛рд░ рдпреЗ рджреЛ рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХреЗрдВ рдЗрдВрдЧреНрд▓реИрдВрдб рдореЗрдВ--
рдПрдХ рдкреБрддреНрд░ рдФрд░ рдПрдХ рдкреБрддреНрд░реА рдХреА--
рд╡реНрдпрдерд╛ рдХрдерд╛рдПрдВ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд┐рдд рд╣реБрдИ.
рдкрд╢реНрдЪрд┐рдо рдореЗрдВ рдУрд╢реЛ рдХреЗ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдл
рдХреЛрдИ рднреА рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХ рд▓рд┐рдЦреЗ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдИрд╕рд╛рдЗрдпреЛрдВ рдХрд╛
рдЦреВрдм рд╕рд╣рдпреЛрдЧ рдорд┐рд▓рддрд╛ рд╣реИ.
рдкрд╢реНрдЪрд┐рдо рдореЗрдВ рдИрд╕рд╛рдЗрдпреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рд╣рд░ 2-4 рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдореЗрдВ
рдУрд╢реЛ рдХреЗ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдл рдХреЛрдИ рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдП рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ
рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдЧрд░ рд╕реЗрдХреНрд╕ рдХрд╛ рдПрдВрдЧрд▓ рд╣реЛ рддреЛ рдФрд░ рднреА рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛, рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рддреЛ рдЬреЛреЬ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЬрд╛рдПрдЧрд╛.
рдпреЗ рд╕рд┐рд▓рд╕рд┐рд▓рд╛ рд╢реБрд░реВ рд╣реБрдЖ рдерд╛ рдПрдХ рд╕реНрдХреЙрдЯрд┐рд╢
рдмреЙрдбреАрдЧрд╛рд░реНрдб рд╢рд┐рд╡рд╛ рдХреА рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА рд╕реЗ рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХрд╛
рд╢реАрд░реНрд╖рдХ рдерд╛ рдЧреЙрдб рджреИрдЯ рдлреЗрд▓реНрдб
рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рдЬрд╡рд╛рдм рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдерд╛
рдЗрдВрдбрд┐рдпрди рдПрдХреНрд╕рдкреНрд░реЗрд╕ рдХреЛ : рдбрд┐рд╕рд╛рдпрдкрд▓ рджреИрдЯ рдлреЗрд▓реНрдб!
рдРрд╕реА рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХреЗрдВ рдирд┐рд░рдВрддрд░ рдЖрддреА рд╣реИрдВ,
рдФрд░ рдЖрддреА рд░рд╣реЗрдВрдЧреА рдХреНрдпреЛрдВрдХрд┐
рдкрд╢реНрдЪрд┐рдореА рдЬрдЧрдд рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдВрддрд╛рди рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде
рд╕рдВрдмрдВрдзреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрддреНрдореАрдпрддрд╛ рдХрдо рдФрд░
рдФрдкрдЪрд╛рд░рд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдФрд░ рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде рдЕрдзрд┐рдХ рд╣реИ.
рдФрд░ рдЧреБрд░реБ рд╢рд┐рд╖реНрдп рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рдХрд╛ рд╕рдореНрдмрдиреНрдз рддреЛ
рдФрд░ рднреА рдЕрдзрд┐рдХ рдКрдкрд░ рдХреА рдмрд╛рдд рд╣реИ.
рдХреНрдпреЛрдВрдХрд┐ рд╡рд╣ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдЧрдгрд┐рдд рдХрд╛ рд╣рд┐рд╕реНрд╕рд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ --
рддрди рдорди рдзрди рд╕рд░реНрд╡рд╕реНрд╡ рд╕рдорд░реНрдкрдг рд╣реИ.
рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рдореА рдЪреИрддрдиреНрдп рдХреАрд░реНрддрд┐....
*** SHIVA (HUGH MILNE): The Guard That Failed.... ***
Shiva used to be sitting by my side every evening in darshan. He was a guard -- not my bodyguard, just one of the guards -- and his function here was that when people in darshan sometimes fell down, if they felt such an upsurge of energy that they could not manage to sit, his function was to take them back to their seats or take them and make them lie down by the side.
I had never seen anything that could be called intelligent in him. He never wrote a single word, he never wrote any book about his experiences here. Perhaps he was so insensitive that although he was amidst tremendous experiences happening, his insensitivity did not allow him to be aware of it.
The day I left for America he followed me. Certainly in America there was a different arrangement; the whole commune was a different kind of functioning organization, and he was not chosen to be a guard. He came twice, but I was in silence and isolation so he could not approach me.
The others who were in the office said, "We don't need you as a guard because we have been confirmed by the American government as a city. We have a police department so now guards are not needed."
Of course we did not allow any non-sannyasin to be in the police department. We sent our own people for the training; our own people were the policemen, so there was no need for guards. Those policemen were functioning under the chief of police of Oregon.
Shiva was so much hurt because his power had been taken away that he wrote a book, BHAGWAN, THE GOD THAT FAILED. If he had been authentic and true he should have written, SHIVA, THE GUARD THAT FAILED. But nobody looks at himself; people always project on others.
- OSHO
Book - Satyam Shivam Sundaram
Chapter # 27
Chapter Name - Love: The Conscious Path Of The Ego