The mind has a clever way of convincing us that we have ‘arrived.’
Before signing up for a recent group at Osho Nisarga, my mind was busy making judgment calls. It whispered things like: “I don’t need to do another group,” “I have done enough,” or “I should just stick to my individual techniques and meditation.”
It is the classic trap of the "been there, done that" attitude. The mind argues that we can sustain our practice solo. But guess what? Nothing is ever enough.
I spontaneously decided to ignore that resistance and jump into the group. Now, looking back, I realise there was a profound purpose to it. Here is why returning to the Buddhafield, specifically to do a group, is not just helpful, it is essential.
My initial resistance was rooted in a quiet insistence that I meditate better alone, that solitude suits me more than collective practice. However, once the group started, I was reminded of something easy to forget: how quickly the mind softens when it is held inside a shared field of awareness.
Group energy does something individual effort rarely can. When many people sit, move, breathe, and witness together, the negotiating mind loses its grip. Even on days when motivation dips, the collective rhythm carried me deeper and forward. The power of the sangha is subtle, but unmistakable.
Then, of course, there is Osho Nisarga itself with its distinct energy and supportive infrastructure.
Surrounded by the Himalayas, I do feel a connection to the Tibetan masters and the ancient vibes of the mountains. The stillness, the simplicity of food and shelter, the continuity of active meditations, all of it works quietly in the background. I don’t have to push through anything; I simply allow for things to flow.
The holding of the group by the facilitator matters deeply. Under the guidance of Swami Chaitanya Keerti, the space felt both structured and spacious, disciplined without becoming rigid. Sometimes it takes another’s clarity to reveal where my own practice has become habitual or complacent.
Structure, in this context, became freedom. Fixed times, a clear framework, a rhythm that repeats day after day—these removed the constant inner questioning of when or whether to practice.
Active meditations: dynamic and kundalini along with white robe, done daily in a group, begin to build on one another. For me, each session deepened the next. What felt familiar on the first day opened into something entirely new by the end.
Repetition is not stagnation; it is refinement. The same techniques, a different inner climate.
Despite knowing the practices, new insights surfaced, unexpected and unforced. Groups have a way of opening doors I wasn’t consciously trying to unlock. Alongside this, a deeper sense of connection grew: to the space, to the teachings, and to the larger Osho family. With that connection, practice naturally deepened.
There was also something quietly radical about the solitude offered by the group. Real alone time, without isolation. Reduced screen time, an effortless digital detox, and attention returning to the body and the present moment.
I realised that while I enjoy meditating in the marketplace of everyday life, I still need periodic, powerful top-ups. Nisarga feels like a power bank—an inner charging station where practice is renewed, upgraded, and recalibrated before returning to the world.
There is a reason Osho devised group work. Individual practice sustains us; group work transforms us.
This group felt like a gift to myself. A reminder to listen when intuition nudges, when friends from the Osho family suggest returning, when something inside says, now.
The biggest lesson? I will not wait another two years to come back. The mind might say "I'm fine," but the soul knows it needs the upgrade.
