presents I Have Been Poisoned by Ronald Reagan’s American Government Continuing his regular talks – after seven weeks of absence – Osho reveals
to his audience the details of his thallium poisoning in a US jail.
“I was struggling with death” My beloved ones, I have been away from you too much, too long. It has been a very painful absence for me. For seven weeks continuously I have been only filled with your love, your patience, your thirst, your longing. These days were remarkable in many ways. Seven weeks before, I was infected in the ear. It was a simple thing; according to the best expert available here, Dr. Jog, it cures in four days at the most but it continued for seven weeks. He has never come across such a case in his life. He could not believe it, because no
medicine was working. He tried all kinds of medicines, all kinds of ointments. Finally, he had to do an operation, but then the wound of the operation was not healing. My personal physician, Dr. Amrito, immediately informed all sanyyasin doctors around the world to contact the best experts about
poisoning, because his own analysis was that unless I have been poisoned there is no possibility why my body has lost all resistance. And as this idea became stronger in
his mind, step by step he started searching on the matter and he found all the symptoms that can happen only if some kind of poison has been
given to me. I (was) myself suspicious about it but I have never mentioned the fact to anybody. The day I was arrested in America for no valid or even invalid reason, and (they) refused to bail me out- although the government supreme court attorney argued for three days and concluded in the end by saying, “I have not been able to prove anything against him, but neither has the other party been able to prove anything.” It was hilarious, because the innocent cannot prove his innocence by any means, and no law in the whole world requires that an innocent person should prove his innocence. The burden was on the government of America, which had arrested me, to prove the reason for my arrest. And even though the attorney from the supreme court of America accepted the defeat himself, still the magistrate denied a bail for me. I had immediately an intuitive flash what could be the reason? We offered to the government our own jet plane so that their pilot, their officers, could take me to Oregon where the court has to take up the case in its hands. The journey was only five or six hours at the most, but the government refused that offer. They said, “Only our airplane will take you.” And their airplane took me to Oregon. – a six-hour flight was completed in twelve days. I was taken from one jail to another jail. In twelve days I had to pass through almost six jails, all over America. In Oklahoma my suspicion became a certainty, because I landed in the middle of the night at a silent airport, and the US Marshal himself was there to take charge of me. He himself was driving the car, I was sitting behind him. The man who was giving the charge to him whispered in his ears – which I could hear without any effort, I was just behind him. He said, “This guy is world-famous and all the world news media is focused on him, so, don’t do anything directly. Be very careful.” I started thinking, What is there intention? What do they want to do indirectly? And as I reached the jail their intention became very clear to me. The US Marshal asked me not to fill in the form with my own name. I should write instead, “David Washington” as my name. I said, “According to what law or constitution are you asking me to do such a stupid thing? I simply refuse, because I am not David Washington.” He insisted, and he said, “If you don’t sign the name ‘Washington’ you will have to sit in this cold night on this hard steel bench.” I asked him, “You are a reasonable man, well educated; can’t you see that it is a stupid thing you are asking me to do?” He said, “I cannot answer anything. I am simply fulfilling the orders from above.” And ‘above’ certainly means Washington, the White House, Ronald Reagan. Seeing the situation – I was tired – I told him, “Let us compromise. You fill in the form, you write whatever name you want to write. I will sign it.” He filled in the form. David Washington was my name, and I signed my own signature in Hindi. He asked me, “What have you signed?” I said, “It must be David Washington.” I said, “This will be a reminder to you that anything that you want to do – directly or indirectly – you will be caught. It is with your handwriting that you have written David Washington and it is my signature, which is world-famous and can be recognized without any difficulty. Your whole conspiracy has failed. I can see it clearly in your eyes, in your nervousness, in your trembling hands.” The idea was that if I write David Washington and sign David Washington, I can be killed, poisoned, shot and there will be no proof that I ever entered the jail. I was brought from the back door of the airport, I entered the jail also from the back door, in the middle of the night, so that nobody can be ever aware – and only the US Marshall was present in the office, nobody else. He took me to the cell and told me to take one of the mattresses, utterly dirty, full of cockroaches. I said to him, “I am not a prisoner. You should behave a little more humanly. And I will need a blanket and a pillow.” And he simply refused: “No blanket, no pillow. This is all you will get.” And he locked the door of that small, dirty cabin. Strangely enough, in the early morning at five o’clock he opened the door and he was a completely changed man. I could not believe my eyes, because he had brought a new mattress, a blanket, a pillow. I said, “But in the night you were behaving in such a primitive way. Suddenly you have become so civilized.” And he offered me breakfast early in the morning – five o’clock. In no other jail I was offered breakfast before nine o’clock. I said, “It is too early – and why you are paying so much attention?” But he said, “You have to eat it quick, because within five minutes we have to leave for the airport.” I said, “Then what is the purpose of the mattress and the blanket and the pillow?” He said nothing and simply closed the door. The breakfast was not much: just two slices of bread soaked in a certain sauce – I could not figure out what it was – tasteless, odorless. Now, Dr. Amrito feels I was poisoned. Perhaps they poisoned me in all the six jails; that was the purpose of not giving me bail and that was the purpose in taking twelve days to complete a journey of six hours. A slow poisoning which will not kill me immediately, but in the long run it will make me weak- and it has made me weak. The day I entered the jail I was one hundred and fifty pounds; today I am only one hundred and thirty pounds. My food is the same, but I have been losing weight for no reason at all. And a subtle weakness… And just three months ago, the bone in my right hand started hurting tremendously. These are all symptoms of certain poisons. My hair has fallen, my beard has become as white as my father’s beard was when he was seventy-five. They have taken away almost twenty years of my life. Dr. Amrito immediately informed all the doctors who are my sannyasins to approach all the best poison experts in the world. And one of the doctors, Dr. Dhyan Yogi, immediately took my blood samples, urine samples, samples of my hair, and went to England, to Germany to the best experts. The European experts suggest that after two years there is no poison which can be detected in the body, but all the symptoms show that a certain poison has been given. No resistance against disease, falling weight without any reason hair becoming white before it’s time hair falling out without any reason, the bone pain in my right hand… One of the experts, a doctor from Germany had come twice to check my bone; and he could not figure out what kind of disease it is, – because there is no disease. The expert here – Dr. Hardikar, a man who loves me – has been continuously watching for three months and has not been able to figure out why this pain should be there. The European experts in England and Germany have suggested a name of a certain poison, thallium. It is a poison of a family of poisons of heavy metals. It disappears from the body in eight weeks’ time, but leaves its effects and destroys the body’s resistance against diseases. And all the symptoms that I have told you are part of thallium poisoning. The American experts have suggested a different poison which they think has been used by governments against rebellious individuals. The name of the poison is synthetic heroin. It is one thousand times more dangerous than ordinary heroin. All the symptoms are the same as with thallium, but the poison is more dangerous and after two years there is no possibility to find any trace of it in the body. The Japanese experts, who have been working in Hiroshima & Nagasaki on atomic radio activity, have suggested that these symptoms can also be created in a more sophisticated way by radioactive exposure – either while I was asleep, or food can be exposed to radioactive activity, and there is no way to find any trace of it. One of the scientists who is immensely interested in me is coming within a week or two. He has been working for twenty years only on radioactivity. His suggestion is that the Americans, the bureaucracy in America, must have used the most sophisticated poisoning which leaves no trace. Dr. Amrito’s own research… and he is a genius, as far as medical science is concerned. He is a fellow of the Royal Society of Physicians in England, and he is a rare individual in the sense that he is the youngest man ever accepted by the Royal Society of Physicians as a member. He has all the highest qualifications. His own research is about a fourth, very uncommonly used poison. The name of the poison is Fluro… Flurocarbon This poison disappears immediately. Even within minutes, you cannot find any trace in the blood, in the urine, but all these symptoms indicate towards it. It does not matter which poison has been given to me, but it is certain that I have been poisoned by Ronald Reagan’s American Government. There is other circumstantial evidence for it. Because they had no evidence against me – I have not committed any crime – they blackmailed my attorneys, the best in America. The United States attorneys told my attorneys, “If you interested in Osho’s life, it is better not to go for trial, because you know and we know that he has not committed anything, that all thirty-five or thirty-six charges are, false. But in no case the government of America will be willing to be defeated in the court by a single individual.” They have named the case as United States of America versus Osho. Now the greatest nation in the world, the greatest power of the history, naturally would not like to be defeated in the court by a powerless individual. My attorneys came to me with tears in their eyes. They said “We are here to protect you, but it seems impossible. We cannot take the risk to go for the trial, because we have been told very directly that your life is at risk. So we have agreed on your behalf, to accept two nominal charges, just to give the American government a face-saving device, so that they can fine you and deport you.” This was just before ten minutes before the court was to start, and in the Federal Court, Judge Leavy asked me just about those two charges that has been chosen by my attorneys to be accepted because they were just formalities. It was strange that out of thirty-five charges, Judge Leavy immediately asked me only about those two: “Are you guilty of these two crimes or not?” It is clear that Judge Leavy was also part of the whole conspiracy. But I am a crazy man of my own type. I simply said, “I am” And my attorney, Jack Ransom immediately added – he was standing by my side – “guilty.” So on the court record it has become the full sentence, “I am guilty.” I have not said that at all. I would rather be crucified then to accept a false charge. Outside of the court Jack Ransom told me, “You created such a strange situation. It is good that Judge Leavy has not taken note of it.” He immediately pronounced his judgement. That too is a strange thing. The judgement has to be written after my acceptance or denial, but the judgement was ready-made. It was there on the table, he simply read it out. Perhaps the judgement was not even written by him. Perhaps it was just given to him. The judgement was that I am fined four hundred thousand dollars. My attorneys were shocked; they could not believe that for those two formal charges, which are false, more than half a crore rupees are fined; deportation from America, for five years no entry, and if I enter then ten years suspended jail. And I was told that I have to take my clothes from the jail immediately and my plane is waiting at the airport. I have to leave America immediately, so that I cannot appeal in a higher court. I was taken to the jail. The Portland jail is the most sophisticated. It was recently built; only three months before it was opened. It is very sophisticated, with all the latest security measurements. As I entered the jail, the ground floor was absolutely empty. There were all kinds of offices but there was nobody in those offices. I asked the man who has taken me to the jail, “What is the reason why the whole ground floor is empty?” He said “I don’t know.” But I looked into his eyes and I could see – he knows. As I was taken inside there was only one man in one room. The other man immediately left and the man in the room told me to sit, on a particular chair. That was also strange because there was so many chairs; I could have chosen any. But he indicated to me that I had to sit on this chair. And he said, “I have to go to get the signature of my boss, so you will have to wait at least for, ten, fifteen minutes.” Later on I came to know that there was no need of any signature of any boss. And I could see myself on the form, and I asked the man, “Where are the signature of your boss? There is no need; the only need is my signature that I have received my clothes. No other boss is needed to sign it.” He was so nervous he was perspiring – in an air-conditioned room. And because he was holding the form in his hand… the form was trembling, the hand was trembling. As I reached the airport the rumor reached immediately to me that a bomb has been found underneath my chair where I was sitting for fifteen minutes. Perhaps this was the arrangement, that if I insist for trial and don’t accept that I have committed two crimes then it is better to finish me by exploding the bomb. That’s why the whole ground floor was empty. And even the man in the room who was to give me my clothes disappeared in the name of taking the signature of his boss, and locked the room from outside. But because I have accepted the guilt and I had been fined, I had been told to leave America immediately, the bomb was not exploded. He must have gone to inquire what he was supposed to do, because, he was not aware what had happened in the court. It is absolutely certain that I have been poisoned, and these seven weeks I have been in an immense struggle. I don’t have any reason to live in the world. I have experienced, I have realized the very essence of eternal life, but something else forces me to linger on a little more on this shore before leaving for the further shore beyond. It is you, it is your love. It is your eyes, it is your hearts. And when I say ‘you’ I don’t mean only those who are present here; I also mean all those who are spread all over the earth – my people. I would like these small sprouts to become trees. I would like to see the spring come to you all, the flowering of your ultimate being, the blissfulness and the ecstasy of enlightenment, the taste of the beyond. These seven weeks you were not aware you were simply thinking I am sick. I was struggling with death. It was a fight between death and your love. And you should celebrate that your love has been victorious. This time Jesus has been crucified in America by Christians themselves. But there is a strange story that Christians go on hiding from the world. They say that Jesus was crucified and after three days there was resurrection, but they don’t say what happened after resurrection, where Jesus disappear, whether he died after resurrection or not. If he has not died then he must be around somewhere. But the reality is, after Jesus was taken down from the cross – and he was taken down from the cross only after six hours. The Jewish cross does not kill anybody in six hours; it takes forty-eight hours for any healthy man to die on a Jewish cross. And Jesus was a young man of thirty-three years old; six hours could not kill him, there is no possibility. It was a certain arrangement between the disciples of Jesus and Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor of Judea where Jews insisted that Jesus should be crucified. Pontius Pilate was not willing, because the man was innocent. But politicians are politicians. They cannot annoy the masses; they depend on the masses. Unwillingly, he gave the orders for Jesus’ crucifixion but he made arrangements that the crucifixion should be on Friday and should be delayed as long as possible. So in the afternoon Jesus was crucified. Jews stop all work by the evening as the sun sets on Friday for their sabbath. Saturday they don’t work at all. Because of this traditional situation Pontius Pilate and Jesus’ disciples took the advantage. Jesus had to be brought down from the cross because it was against the Jewish idea of sabbath; he would have to be crucified again after the sabbath is over. He was kept in a cave which was guarded by a Roman soldier, not by a Jew, and in the night he was taken out from the cave. He was not dead… and the most surprising thing is that he escaped from Judea and he died in India. His grave is in Kashmir in a small village, Pahalgam. I have been to his grave. It is the only grave in India on which there is an inscription in Hebrew. The inscription says, “Joshua, the prophet of the Jews lies here in eternal sleep.” Joshua is Jesus’ real name, his Hebrew name. Jesus is his Greek name. He lived a long life in India, one hundred and twelve years. And Pahalgam in Kashmiri means, “the village of the shepherd.” Jesus used to call himself the shepherd, and he had gone there with his disciples. – because of him, the village became known after his name Pahalgam. The story is repeated again. I was crucified-this time in America… and these seven weeks I have been struggling against the poison. And I am happy to declare to you that the crucifixion is over and I am resurrected. It is symbolic that Jesus is crucified this time in America and is resurrected in India. It is symbolic in many dimensions. It is victory of love over hate. It is victory of life over death. It is victory of East over West. It is victory over criminals like Ronald Reagan, of truth. It is the victory of consciousness over body. These seven weeks I have been only thinking of you. It would have been immensely painful for me to leave you in this beautiful state when you have started growing upwards. My garden is still a nursery I would leave the body rejoicingly the day I see you all have blossomed and you have released your fragrance and you have attained your destiny. The day I see the great pilgrimage – from here to here, from crucifixion to resurrection – is over for you all then I can go with a dancing heart and melt into the universal consciousness. And I will be waiting there for you still. It is certainly of tremendous importance that even after twenty centuries a man like Jesus will be crucified by Christians themselves. It was a conspiracy of the fundamentalist Christians of America and Ronald Reagan. Perhaps civilization is still an idea – it has not happened in reality I would like my people to transform themselves and through them I would like to bring authentic civilization and humanity to this beautiful planet. There is only one religion, and that is the religion of love. There is only one God, and that is the God of celebration, of life, of rejoicing. This whole earth is one and the whole humanity is one. We are parts of each other. I have no complaint against those who have poisoned me. I can forgive them easily. They certainly do not know what they go on doing. It is said that history repeats itself. It is not history that repeats itself; it is the unconsciousness of man, the blindness of man that repeats itself. The day man will be conscious, alert and aware, There will not be any repetition anymore. Socrates will not be poisoned, Jesus will not be crucified, Al-Hillaj Mansoor will not be murdered and butchered. And these are our best flowers, they are our highest peaks. They are our destinies, they are our future. They are our intrinsic potential which has become actual. I think you will not have any anger in your hearts or any hatred for anyone, but just an understanding and a loving forgivenness. That is the only authentic prayer. And only this kind of prayerfulness can raise humanity to higher levels of consciousness. I have absolute inner certainty: that they may have been able to poison my body, my nervous system, but they cannot destroy my consciousness, they cannot poison my being. And it was good that they given me a chance to see myself beyond my body, beyond my mind. These seven weeks have been a fire test. Without your knowing you have always, each moment of these seven weeks, been of tremendous help to me. Without your love it would not have been possible for me to overcome the poison, because without your love there was no need for me even to struggle. I am fulfilled and absolutely contented; I have arrived home. But I see you are stumbling, groping, and it will be very heartless and uncompassionate for me to leave you in this situation. I would like in all your lives a sunrise, the birds singing and the flowers opening. Other than that, I don’t have any reason to be here at all. Remember it: I am here for you. That remembrance will help you not to go astray. That remembrance will help you to be aware of the uncivilized world in which we are living, in this madhouse that we call humanity. It will go on reminding you that we have to give birth to a new man and to a new humanity. This is the tremendous challenge. those who have guts and intelligence and a desire and a longing to touch the farthest stars… only those very few people have been able to understand me, have been able to become my fellow travelers. I don’t have any followers – I have only lovers and friends and fellow travelers. I would like you all to reach to the same beautitude, to the same blissfulness, to the same ecstacy that has become my very heartbeat. It is also the heartbeat of the whole universe. Copyright© OSHO International Foundation www.OSHO.com/copyrights