Cult Baba Rajaneesh

Sells sex as spiritualism. He is by no means original in this sordid commerce. Sahaja, a Hindu cult, was a like type of commerce, and so was Vajrayana, a Buddhist cult. Both of these cults have died out but another one called Tantra persists. With his ill
digested knowledge of the philosophies of the world, Rajnesh puts a new gloss on old obscenities.
Born at Jabalpore (Madhya Pradesh ,India) on December 11, 1913, Rajneesh’s original name was Chandramohan. As a young man he dabbled in poetry and painting and photography. He took his M.A. degree in philosophy from Sagar University in 1957. Employed in the same University as a Junior Lecturer he soon got tired of his humdrum life and turned into a godman in 1967. It took him half-a-dozen years to attract a wide circle of disciples, mostly women, to set up his ashram at Pune, and to emerge as Bhagavan.
Rajneesh has a glib tongue; he knows to attract attention to himself and holt it by giving fancy titles to his bawdy discourses and interspersing them with cheap witticisms, banal aphorisms, sleazy epigrams, tawdy paradoxes, nonsensical maxims, outrageous obiter dicta and vulgar quips. That he has a genius for this sort of trickery is evident from the titles of his books such as “Nothing To Lose But Your Head”, “Get Out of Your Own Way”, “Above all, Don’t Wobble”, “A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose”, “God Is Not For Sale”, “The Buddha Disease”, “ I am the Gate” and “The Sun Rises IN The Evening.” By way of morning and evening discourses he spewed out more than thirty-three million words between 1974 and 1978, apart from answering 10,000 questions. Every word uttered by him was taped and out of the tapes emerged almost 350 books, roughly about half in English and the rest in Hindi. Along with his books, his discourses, recorded on audio and video tapes are available for sale in plenty.
A second interesting point regarding Rajneesh is his showmanship. He has an impressive beard, wears flowing robes, sports many types of headgear, and dramatizes his entrances into and exits from lecture halls to create awe in his disciples (almost wholly from the West). And his philosophical discourses – more properly, they should be called obscenities in a brothel – are superbly printed, handsomely bound, and of course, highly priced. Being a shrewd businessman he publishes his own books, and they should be fetching him a fabulous income. His autobiography with gorgeous photographs – it is called The Sound of Running Water – is sold at Rs. 2500 a copy. Another thing, no less fantastic, is the sale of a bound volume of blank pages, called Rajaneesh Nothing, at Rs.25 a copy.
Yet another strong point of Rajneesh is his temerity. He hurls the foulest abuse even against men in high positions if they question his pretensions. When Morarji Desai was Prime Minister he called him all sorts of dirty names. The ward off any risks from that quarter, he was cunning enough to give a political slant to his tirade. Furthermore, while running down Morarji Desai, he heaped praise on Indira Gandhi as the only person fit to rule India.
Of the many impostors posing as Bhagavans, the most sophisticated, most snobbish, the most articulate and the best showman is undoubtedly Rajneesh. And yet, he would not have achieved the stupendous success he did but for the fact that he embodies in his own degenerate way the spirit of the Age. As far as the greater part of the West is concerned, this is the Permissive Age. And Rajneesh is one of the major prophets of that Age, permitting everything from whipping to whoredom. (1980).