30/06/2025
Self Realization Day of Swami Anand Arun and Enlightenment Day of Ma Yog Laxmi.
âIt was 30th June, 1985âexactly 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 Oshoâs daily drive-by. And when he appearedâseated silently in his Rolls Royce, eyes half-closedâmy 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.
âSheela wants to meet you,â she said simply.
I was surprised, but I followed her instructions and went to Sheelaâs office.
Sheela greeted me with a serious but soft tone. There was none of her usual sharpnessâonly a quiet authority.
âArunâ she said, âBhagwan wants to see you this evening.â
My heart skipped a beat.
She continued, âYou have to take a proper shower⌠put on fresh, clean clothes. And most importantly, donât tell anyone in the commune. If word of this meeting gets out, youâll be expelled from Rajneeshpuramâand from the United States.â
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 ordinaryâit 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 thenâmy 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 couldnât come to see Oshoâshe had no passport, no visa, no ticket. Nothing.
And yet, here she was. Sitting silently in Oshoâs room, as if she had always belonged there.
I couldnât understand how. And I didnât need to. Her presence was a mystery beyond explanation.
We both slowly moved forward and knelt together at Oshoâs feet.
What followed was not a meetingâit 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 dissolvedâtogether, yet alone.
When I placed my head on Oshoâs 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 thenâit 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 leftâjust 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 didnât say a word. But in his silence, he gave us everything.
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đş âLaxmi attained Enlightenment . I attained the witness. And Osho⌠remained the doorway to the eternal.â
That evening remains the turning point of my lifeânot because I learned something, but because I unlearned everything. Because I vanished⌠and in that vanishing, the Truth revealed itself.â
