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Something felt different at this year's events. I can't exactly say what it was. Something like a fresh breeze, a letting go of the old, a making space for new things yet to unfold. One thing I can say for sure, the network of friends in Chicago and New York has a distinct buddhafield energy and this is a nice thing to feel happening in America. The music was divine because I am a lucky guy. I am blessed to have talented, loving friends to play with. There was a good mix of young and old energy this time. Some participants had been around Osho for a long time, while others where experiencing things for the first time. Those familiar with this crazy love-affair found themselves peppered with questions from new, enthusiastic seekers asking things like: "who is Osho" and "what was it like", etc. Everyone played their roles well: sound, rational answers from the one side, good attentive listening from the other. But what to say, really? This phenomenon called 'Osho' is a conundrum, so impossible to define and put into words. And yet? Let's just say it made for many a lively conversation during mealtimes and breaks. Perhaps this little anecdote describes it best: One participant from NYC approached me at the start of the weekend saying he would like to get me aside at some point because he had a LOT of questions for me. We never seemed to find time to sit down, but our paths crossed at lunchtime the last day. His face by this time was soft and changed. Tears in eyes, he looked at me and shrugged, "All my questions have answered themselves." I had to smile. I think his experience reflects most everyone's this year. Questions evaporate, leaving behind a golden nugget of truth: The real answers come from within.

 
 
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