February 28, 2010
I had made amends with Perry and was enjoying my time with him. I felt really blessed to be meeting my soulmate and feeling so much love. It was during my next day in class that the spirit I was calling Osho began to demand my attention. This spirit, having haunted me for so long had really worn me out and I found him at the time quite irritating and impatient. I was becoming weary of trying to reason emotionally with him as he seemed determined to remain mad at me for one thing or another, so at school I started to make fun him around my friends. He wanted me to look up his real name, which is Baghwan Rajneesh. I looked him up and then all of the scandalous stories of the cult of Osho came up from during the 80's. I was exhausted, so I just kept laughing about it all. I remember hearing him say things like "she has no compassion". It was a pretty rough afternoon for Baghwan. He ha been with me for three years and now that I was absolutely sure it was him haunting me and adding to my condition I was having a hard time forgiving him immediately. Not taking him seriously was making him more distraught. He, too, knew that I was talking to God and was aware of the literature I had been reading about the punishment that one who hurts a mystic might receive if they did not apologize sincerely and repent. That evening, after I got home the following conversation ensued, once again upon the request of God:
Ohso: I'm really really...F-you!
Me: (After my own apology to Osho) I've already apologized Osho. Now what do you really want?
Osho: Don't write about me in your damn book!
Me: My book, my suppositions, and I will write about you whatever I want. Get over it.
Osho: She doesn't F'ing care how I even feel about it...
Me: Osho, whatever you started has continued beyond you. I will only include the present material, if I even bother. I'm not even sure I will.
Osho: I don't want to talk. I just want to... No, I'm not F'ing done with her! I don't give a sh*t how smart she thinks she is! G-D*mn it! Don't write about me in anymore of your damn journals!
Me: I can't make promises I can't keep. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and journals are highly recommended for recovery. I might have more that emotionally. Anyway, that's my final say about it.
Osho: You're so F'ing...Don't help her write it! (to Perry) That's not F'ing funny damn it! Nobody F'ing respects me because they all know I started a cult.
Perry: Reads like a comic book doesn't it! (laughing)
Osho: That's it! I'm done! This was supposed to be my section, damn it!
Me: Bug off!
Osho: (puff) That F'ing does it! I'm not asking her for forgiveness!
Me: What a temper he's got!
Osho: That's right! Start the next page b*tch! G-damn it! She's writing F'ing everything! Please, Susan, I'm begging you, keep me out of your books!
Me: I can't make promises I can't keep! It's not my fault that you've attracted so much negative unwanted attention! Stop blaming me for the repercussions of your cult surviving you!
Osho: I hate when she's F'ing right!
Me: Try not to be so attached to your past life. You are experiencing attachement.
Osho: I think I know what you're saying. Let me think a minute. (some time passed and then) I don't want to be the bad guy in a G-damn comic book!
Me: Don't worry, I don't think your name suits a good comic book villain. (to Perry) I can't tell who he is Perry...
Osho: I'm the one on your F'ing neck b*tch!
Me: I'm not going to wait all night...
Osho: You wrote Perry 3 pages last night! You can F'ing wait!
Me: (eating cheetos)
Osho: Stop F'ing eating Cheeto's and take me F'ing seriously!
Me: That's why I don't want to talk to you - you're cussing me out!
Osho: I don't give a sh*t about your opinion on it. Let's see, how many pages did she give Perry...1 2 3 4 5...1 2 3 4 5...damn it. I don't want to be remembered as a ghost who came back to haunt you!
Me: What do you suppose I should do with my memory of it, then? Change it? Why don't I do that for you?
Osho: What?
Me: Pray to God for you, but I'm not changing my journals because I'm not dead yet.
Osho: Damn it. I was hoping to get you to do both. Stop writing everything I F'ing say to you. I don't think I want to F'ing talk to her. She's making me feel like sh*t. Susan, I'm F'ing sorry for haunting you since Atlanta, GA.
Me: I forgive you Osho and I appreciate and accept your apology.
At this point, I stopped writing in my journal because I wanted to show Baghwan the respect he had been asking for. He wanted me to understand a few things so I kindly let him begin showing me things and talking to me. It is important to remember that a sincere apology and sincere forgiveness are followed by feelings of Love. I was sending him love and he was sending me love. He asked me to use a pen and let him move my hand. He began writing: Be Happy! Please! Susan is Beautiful! The words were all written in a style that took me back to my very first hauntings in Georgia. He was showing me that it was him that first appeared in my life and when I first went to the hospital, there.
He wrote: Make more art. Ok, I love you! Yes, in the moment. Thank you. Thank God for his beautiful mystic. I believe he then asked me to get my paint out. We took a piece of scrap paper and he began talking to me as he applied gentle pressure to my hand. He said things like, "This is how we did it in Atlanta...you just let me dip your brush and everything I picked out you thought was beautiful." He began making circles..."We just made circles and you enjoyed it so much...."
I became overwhelmed with emotion. I realized that he was showing me that he indeed was the dragon entity I had named Kelly. He wanted me to know that when he first encountered me he was only trying to take away my deep depression. I'm sure I started crying at this point. Everytime I was able to make ammends with a spirit I became overwhelmed with love and joy and began to cry. We proceeded to move to another page and I let Baghwan proceed to make an adorable green caterpillar with a cute face on it. I kept crying. I was trying very hard to do justice to his work but it was very frustrating for us both...to be sharing my body for a moment, when he clearly had an image prepared. He was trying very hard to make me smile and stop crying and leave me with a joyful memory.
He wrote again: OK! Look happy and I will go! (to God) What's wrong!?
Me: I cry when I feel joy! Beauty and happiness! That's how I do it! This is deep...
We spoke for a few more minutes and the words matter little compared to the love and compassion we were now sharing with each other. I pasted the picture of the circles in my journal in honor of our new understanding. This really moved Baghwan and it was indeed what I wanted him to feel, my love and appreciation. He knew how much the journals ment to me, as I have kept them all my life.
I felt a tickle in my Qalb. God was checking in on us. Then, Baghwan said he was ready to go. He said about God "He has a nice face." Then he asked me if I would let Perry talk with him on his way to God, instead of taking a furry. I had been telling random spirits to ask furries for directions to God...because I really couldn't see anything. I sent him love and said that would be fine. I felt them going, and Perry told me he would not be gone long.
Today, I have told Baghwan in the universe that I am writing this conversation as part of our story in the name of love. I have told him that I love him and I have prayed that God take care of him.