.... I'll take my time.....

ok...

it looks like time has come.

as i grow old, i see more and more the reason why He must have called me Nitya, Eternal... it takes  ages for me to act....

.... anyway...

my first meeting with Osho was a juicy leela. i took sannyas alone, receiving just a name by mail. none of my sannyas friends new nothing about... shanti nitya......eternal peace.....i was so pissed off with that name....

And life happens......a sannyas friend a bit vague called by phone god knows whom, thinking it was me and my phone number. Someone on the phone said i was dead, while dancing in a famous disco. Of course i knew nothing about it 'till three months later, when coming back from holidays nirmalo told me that all my friends were convinced i had died. 

somehow it was true.

 the friend who by mistake provoked all this - taking also care to spread the news as far as she could -, once informed that the "ghost" was safe and sound demanded an immediate meeting. 

to make a long story short, on that occasion, the "ghost" had the chance to meet her old sannyas friends and the right messenger so that, two months later, was in poona for the first time. JUST in time. It was december 1989.

I will never stop to feel grateful to my friends, to that strange joke life played on me, to the argentinian angel that gave the final blow to my fears. Thanks to all of this i made it to india, to receive the gift of seeing our beloved Master and friend while he was still in His body.

I had to wait three more years  to move to poona and jump with all my being into the greatest adventure of my life (.... up to now, of course): Tibetan Pulsing.

Now i'm tired and i'll go to sleep but before it i want to say again to nirman grazie, grazie grazie, for this beautiful virtual space you have created ...

ciao to all