OSHO RIGHT AND THEN WRONG AND THREE PHASES OF ASTROLOGY

In the first phase, as I read in an Osho discourse, and I agree with, one is ruled by the planets. Osho said that those who believe least in the stars, are destined to be completely controlled by them.

In the second phase (my term), he mentions somewhere else about the transcendence of the stars or their said influence. When his chart was cast at birth, the astrologer said he would face death every seven years, and would not live past the age of 14 or 21 if he did not live away from his immediate birth family. After enlightenment, he told someone, something to the effect of, Go notify the astrologer. Tell him to come. I have awakened, and therefore astrology will not work on my anymore. I am my own. (I paraphrase a bit).
(though I believe this to the extent that it is beyond, say, Gurddieff, or some fourth or fifth stage realization where there is self-actualization, realization, a large amount of awareness, how can it be completely true that there is no influence for some person if enlightenment as it is defined here means there is no longer a person there.
I believe that can be likened to a sixth stage out of seven. (IMO. Humble Belief. Idea.)

In a third phase, the seeker would no longer exist, and therefore, oddly enough, - Osho is now wrong, and does not apply, meaning the person would be an apparent body-mind like some modern or neo- nondualty nomenclature calls such, and whatever is appearing, being really, as wholly as possible while physical, and existentially the ‘Whole’ or ‘Source,’ and be therefore subject again, having died in a way, - to the laws of nature. And if astrology is correct, then that body-mind would be completely governed by astrology. This is what Osho missed. He was still talking about a form of willpower, however subtle or spiritual, as consciousness separate from nature.

Far enlightenment is like atheism. It is useless, there is nothing it can take or give saves for whatever is going on, and it definitely appears as silly, and like nothing whatsoever ever happened.

Maybe that is is where the popular saying in the canon comes from, in Zen, - Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightement, and chop wood carry water.

In our modern times, a truly enlightened person would not appear like a spiritual idea, but would be doing whatever, as before,- drinking coffee, eating Big Macs, smoking cigarettes, using profanity, making all kinds of mistakes, doing nice things, doing bad things, getting a cold, having an allergic reaction, fixing a flat tire, worrying about taxes, fixing a plumbing leak, stubbing a toe, having a horrible week, having a great afternoon, being bothered by extreme heat and feeling oppressed, then enjoying a light and whimsical breeze in a field, and so on,- the playing out of destiny.

No free will. Just the appearance of it. From the outside. And to the person as tool used to go though the apparent world, from the inside.

A true shift, or awakening, if there is such a thing, is a bit useless, very prosaic once it is settled, definitely not believed in never mind valued in a modern society, impossible to verify, and unromantic, non-spiritual.
A horn honks outside. The writer thinks, So lacking in class anyone that honks, and does not get out and knock somewhere.

But, then the thought comes in that in the larger scheme of things, it is just a sound in the street.

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