Osho Ashram

The OSHO Meditation Resort has to remain closed for the moment due to the corona virus. Once the government restrictions have been lifted, we will look forward to welcoming you here again.

Welcome to the OSHO International Meditation Resort

Situated about 120 kms south-east of Mumbai, India and set on a beautiful campus in the city of Pune, the Meditation Resort is one of the world’s largest centers for personal growth and meditation.

The addition of a spa with a pool, Jacuzzi, gym, and tennis courts, and a vibrant nightlife, the Meditation Resort reflects the underlying spirit of Zora the Buddha – a place for someone whose feet are firmly on the ground, like Zorba the Greek, and yet whose hands can touch the stars, like Gautam the Buddha. A place where the mind, body and soul can play harmoniously together.

If this is your first visit you probably would like to take a look around.
Why not take a photo-tour or watch some videos.

The daily meditation schedule comprises 12 active and passive meditations a day from 6am to 10.30pm  and you can participate in a full OSHO Multiversity program of courses, individual sessions and morning classes.

If you would like to stay on campus, you can stay at the OSHO Guesthouse. Or, if you have more time available, you can check out the Living In Residential Program.

You can review the daily rates and check out the travel guide for visa requirements and how to get here.

Once you arrive, the front desk will direct you to the Welcome Center just to the right of the main entrance. They will take care of your registration for participation in the Meditation Resort activities.

For questions and more information, see Meditation Resort FAQs.

First of all, I mean no offense to the tens of thousands of people who consider exiled Indian mystic, bestselling author, free love advocate, Rolls-Royce aficionado Bandwagon Sheree Rajneesh, also known as Osho, now deceased, as their guru. I’m all for gurus, truth be told, and have no problem with free love and fine cars. I am not qualified to pass judgment on a man I never met, whose legacy I’ve only experienced over the course of a day and a half spent skulking around the state-of-the-art resort named for him in Pune, India.

A jokey comment in an email to my more-than-a-friend/less-than-a-boyfriend (I’ll call him Reza) quickly snowballed into this plan for us to meet for a weekend at the Osho International Meditation Resort. The resort markets itself as a mix between “the meditation qualities of a Gautama the Buddha and the resort qualities of a Zorba the Greek. Zorba the Buddha, in fact!” In other words, it’s somewhere between a Sandals holiday and a yoga retreat, with an added, sex guru glaze.

We decided that Reza would fly in from Berlin and I from Tel Aviv. We both had other business in India. With typical nebulousness, neither of us discussed whether we would be having sex. We have in the past, to great effect, but sometimes it gets weird when we’re together. He’s kind of irresistible but he debates that anything is resistible, even irresistible me. We communicate a lot better when we don’t talk. I figured the two of us sharing a room at an ashram founded by an internationally known sex-guru was going to be interesting, one way or another.

The whole Osho phenomenon gave gurus a bad name because he was so good and so bad at the same time. He was a master of pithy spiritual anti-relationship advice (“Be a loving person rather than in a love relationship—because relationships happen one day and disappear another day.”), and his books have been translated into 60 languages and have sold tens of millions of copies. He also may or may not have advocated euthanasia for children with birth defects, defended Hitler, claimed to be enlightened, and held a number of other outrageous beliefs. His Wikipedia page is awesome.

Despite, or maybe because of all this outrageousness, Osho was the go-to guru in the 70s for masses of spiritual seekers. He was playful and irreverent. He encouraged sexual promiscuity and wild dancing (“If you dance in life, then death will also be a dance!”). When conservative Indians had had enough of him and his red-clad disciples representing them on a global platform, he was squeezed out. He moved operations to America in 1981 and established Rajneeshpuram in the dry terrain of Antelope, Oregon, where his disciples implemented the largest bio-terror attack in American history, among other crimes and misdemeanors. They sprayed salad bars with salmonella on the eve of an election so that residents of The Dulles would be on the toilet instead of voting against Rajneeshpuram politicos. It was bad. He was extradited in 1985, abandoned his 93 Rolls-Royce, and spent a whole year basically living in his private jet, getting kicked out of random countries, trying to find a place to call home. Finally he returned to his ashram in Koregaon Park, where he died in 1990 at the age of 58.

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