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5.0 out of 5 stars
A joyous youth inspired by the mystic Osho, March 21, 2004
By A Customer
Born in 1973, Satish had the good fortune or good karma to be one of the K.i.d.s In Divine Spirit, that is to say a second generation Sannyasin. This joyous book is the story of his childhood and youth: wild, riotous, loving and free. The book starts with some of his earliest memories, waking up to the sound of dynamic meditation in a German commune, Purvodhaya. It is full of details of daily life in the commune, groups, sannyas initiation etc.Soon eight-year-old Satish was in Rajneeshpuram, one of the first residents, where he was deluged with Osho's bliss and awareness for four whole years. He tells of his endless hours of play and work there, the drive-bys, his first experiments with girls. He was a fireman, an electrician, warehouseman, plumber... all before the age of twelve. In the summer he swam, in the winter the kids went icebreaking in their tiny canoes on the lakes in blizzards...the moms would have had heart failure if they had known. He tells the story of Sheela's descent into craziness, and exploring secret passages in Jesus Grove after Sheela quit. But most important of all he tells us what he thought and what he felt at the time. He was a real rebel. Sheela would call a meeting to announce her latest crazy plan, and Satish, a nine year old, was about the only person to disagree with her publicly! Talk about intelligence! After the demise of Rajneeshpuram Satish worked in European discos before gravitating towards the trance scene in Pune and Goa of the early 90s. He tells of a long overland journey to India in the early 90s, getting stuck in Tadjikistan and Uzbeckistan, and the endless kind people who looked after him. But most of all he tells of a youth lived with love, courage and awareness (well, most of the time anyway!) His many loves and many friends, the abundant gifts from existence.
For every friend I had he seems to have had ten. I even met some of them once. My only quibble is that the subediting/proofreading is just appalling. Perhaps the book was dictated, or translated from German, but there are sentences in it that make no sense at all (even taking poetic licence into account.) Satish, if there is a second edition, please get someone (not me!) to correct these errors. This book is just great. Read it and you will see that truly Osho "Never Died".
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