Synopsis
This story was laid to rest and forgotten after Bhagwan was deported... until now.
I was with Bhagwan from 1981 to 1985 in India and Oregon, and it was one of the most exciting and transformative experiences of my life. Giving up a successful career as a costume coordinator for movies and TV in Hollywood, and a strong Buddhist practice where I was celibate for 13 years, I followed my heart (and my hungry undernourished libido) and jumped on board the Bhagwan train to India to be with my spiritual master forever.
This journey began after reading Osho’s book, Hammer on the Rock,,which was recommended by my therapist who worried that I was desperately in need of a different kind of stimulation, other than chanting. I was so excited, knowing my life was about to change radically.
Sadly, I arrived in India two days too late as Bhagwan had gone into quarantine because of a chicken pox outbreak. When he finally emerged a month later for our first satsang (musical meditation), he was in permanent silence. No more discourses, no more darshans or personal energy transmissions were to be given. I felt betrayed, but I stayed, thinking maybe he would change his mind. And he did, he decided to move to America pulling the rug right out from under me. So there I was: betrayed by my beloved Master again.
What did I do? I went back to America, of course, and put myself on a bus to his ranch in Oregon called Rajneeshpuram. I was there to help build Osho's dream: a Utopian city of communal love. They put me to work and my first job was as a gas station attendant, and then a truck driver and then a house cleaner: all skills I had little or no experience or training in. Like so many others who were professionals and college grads, some with PhD's, we did whatever it took to be with Him.