Letting Go
BYJAYADIP
It’s a brilliantly clear morning on a
steep Himalayan road. O u r Enfield
motorbike just overtook some cars,
too fast for the sharp bend ahead...
The truck appears around the cor‑
ner, its width taking more than half
of the road. We are n o t wearing
helmets. The centrifugal force pulls
us...no chance to escape!
This is it! Suddenly time stops. I
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realize this life is over ‐ and guess what, it feels
derful! I can still recall this blissful m o m e n t of being
at the end of physical life.
"Let go,” i s a m a n t r a i n the Osho world. A t the
m o m e n t of the accident I am encountering it for real.
Letting go of the body and everything that made up
Jayadip, I am thrown into the eternity of everlasting
“Now I am free.”
While flying the soul commands me, “You have to
roll!” And the lights go off.
"Jaya! Jaya!” The voice of my unharmed beloved
calls me back into my body.
This was n o t my first close encounter of looking into
the eye of death. But it had by far the biggest impact.
I had been holding the belief that I can control my
life, but the idea was crushed and destroyed in the
grill of that truck, while o u r bodies flew past the
lorry. In that eternal five-meter flight, my automatic
ego-pilot admitted an utter inability to cope with the
situation. The system was taken over by the authen‑
tic driver of t r u e self.
Instead of jamming my unprotected skull into the
sharp rocks at the bank of the road, the body ‑
following the command from the beyond ‐‐ rolled
and landed with all the force absorbed by the feet.
That was a hard landing into the unity of spirit‑
matter. It has made me think that such fusion
through experiential understanding might have been
behind the violent acts of Zen Master Ma Tzu, when
he threw disciples o u t of the window.
While an angel, who miraculously appeared as a
doctor in this remote mountain area, prevented me
from bleeding to death, the space of letting go con‑
tinued. And what is "letting go” other than allow‑
ing?
My damaged right hand forced me to accept help
from others for months ‐‐ a hard lesson in, non-doing
‐ an experience radically different from just reading
about it.
My second life has never been
the same as the one before. Ten
years later I am still growing into
it. I used to be an angry fight