My Philosphy - The Master of No Master

Transcript of a talk given by Adrian in Madrid in April 2018

They call me the "New Osho" which is quite a ridiculous thing to say, especially if you have ever really studied Osho and his work. He never wrote any books, he just talked and talked and talked, and recordings of his lectures have been transcribed into books. He was a brilliant man, the spiritually incorrect mystic, and loved to play the role of the provocateur. An iconoclast. He loved to provoke people, say outrageous things to get a reaction and shake people out of their ego certainties. It worked too. He polarised opinion. Some hate him and many love him. Many more love than hate him. But he was a profoundly spiritual man and there is great value in reading his work today, especially if you use it as a stepping stone.

Listening to myself talk about Osho there, I can see why the comparisons are made. I can talk too. When I am 'switched on' I can talk for hours on the subjects of healing, energy work and spirituality. I imagine I could talk for at least a dozen hours without needing a break. But it's ok. Don't be scared. I'm only here for an hour. And yes, I am an iconoclast too. I try not to provoke people, there is too much of that going on. But I do like to wake people up from their slumbers. Egos need certainty. And egos confine us. The ego doesn't care about truth. It only wants something that does a passable imitation of truth. That's close enough. Truth without risk. That's where the ego lies.

Truth without risk

Risk of what? Risk of anything that challenges the comfortable game we are all playing. Happy and content in our little traumas, manifesting old energy and living in a spiral of cause and effect, and cause and effect. Never looking to step outside of our little soap operas.

And I have been hated too. Of course. I have survived several murder attempts. And a lot of hate from people I have never met. Real hate too. Rabid hate, beyond all reason and measure. I don't know if anyone tried to kill Osho. But I wouldn't recommend it. It's guaranteed to spoil your day.

Osho said things nobody had said before. He had a new way of looking. New eyes. And perhaps that is the mark of a true master. He or she doesn't need to rehash old stories or repeat the same myths. The master doesn't need to build on what came before. New eyes don't look backwards. They look to the horizon, and that's what Osho did. He broke the old certainties. And that is what I am doing, in my own way. I am not Osho, but I think he would perhaps recognise something of himself in me.

They call me a Master too. But perhaps that is a title best conferred after death. I'm nowhere near death yet. Hopefully. I am just a boy, or at least that's how it feels. But a Master? A Spiritual Master? My ego would love that, but I know it's not real. They compared me to John of God once, until he ran into difficulties. But I never saw the similarities. He was consumed with ego. I don't know what he was, but he certainly wasn't what he was pretending to be. John of God? I think 'Adrian of Dog' was probably more accurate.

We can honour the Masters of old. But there is no need to revere their ideas. Ideas and words aren't real. They are energy frozen in time. And what use is energy when it's frozen? It needs to melt in the warmth of our hearts and minds, then soak into our souls. Then, we can build from it. None of those masters would be impressed if we took their words and froze them, never to be challenged or debated. Rather, we need to smash those concepts part and take what is useful, build from it. Build on it. Make something better.

We need to take risks. We need to be audacious. Where is the audacity in modern spirituality? It's just a lot of people playing it safe. If all art is derivative, we can see that even more so in the spiritual movement. But if all art is derivative, where do artists like Picasso fit in? They are the iconoclasts, but in turn, they become the establishment. They become the origins of the derivation. And then their impact dies. Wasted. Honoured. Solidified. The life drained out of their works. The shock of the new becomes the weary old art your grandparents liked. Safe. Boring.

Modern spirituality is safe. Its risk free. It bears no resemblance to how the universe really works, or how energy manifests. It is an overwhelmingly white middle class game, with sprinklings of ethnic pixie dust. Its overwhelmingly safe. And that disappoints me. Surely Osho and the other great Masters didn't want this? Each generation recreates its spiritual beliefs anew, giving its own unique flavour to the sauce. But it seems to me the sauce has become bland and tasteless.

My path into this was healing. Everyone knows the story of how I found healing, or healing found me, and the way it took over my life. Its been almost thirty years of crazy. And a few years of danger. Thirty years of fun, but four years of horror. Through that whole time I was pushing the boundaries of what was possible, and I continually found that everything was possible. There was no impossible. Where were the limits? Where were the things I couldn't do?

I played with healing. Fully committed with no thought that it might not be real, with no idea that what I was doing was impossible. I was like a child. There was a joyful innocence in what I was doing. I rode the wave of impossibility. And my reputation grew. I travelled the world and established clinics in Europe and the USA. I taught over 2000 healers in courses around the world. Everywhere I went, people said "Its never been like this, its never been done this way before. Nobody has had this amount of success. Show us how you do it"

So I showed my skills. And explained everything. And for many, it was a step too far. Too freeing. Too liberating. Surely it's not THAT easy? Surely there is more to it? Surely that's not it? Because if it's that easy, anyone could do it.

Anyone could do it ?

Yes!

Anyone can do it.

And then someone got so upset they tried to kill me. And they encouraged a few others to do monstrous things too. And for years I lived a double life. Healing for ninety hours a week, seven days a week, 363 days a year. And then hiding, waiting for the next horror to appear. The next false accusation. The next investigation. The next attempt on my life.

But how wonderfully appropriate. Doesn't it just make sense? The old world is dying. The new world is about to be born. Now is the time of monsters. And there will always be monsters. We need the monsters. If only to tell us we are on the right path.

The spiritual mentoring, for which I am now becoming known came as a result of the healing. As I did more and more healing I became so sensitive that I couldn't tell myself apart from the healing. I became the healing. I wanted to embody it, which was how I taught it. But I actually became the healing. I didn't exist outside of it. I was the healing.

Quite a surprise, I can tell you.

And then things exploded. I became everything, or so it seemed. I knew things. People would walk into the room and I could see their past, feel their past. Or more accurately, I knew their past. There was a knowing. Like you might know your name, or how to drive a car. I knew. It was just there. If it was tested, I was always correct. Correct to the most insignificant detail.

From there, it developed further. But as in the time of monsters, the monsters were still there. I created my own monsters. Just for good measure. I saw things. I understood things. I actually saw 'monsters' for want of a better word. Toxic emotions. Hatred. Jealousy. Anger. I saw them take form. I saw how they infiltrated people. Stole the love. Dragged people down. I saw how they sought out others with the same energy to find further strength. I could see the process unfolding.

As a natural sceptic, I remained curious but detached. It's my way. I like to be the slightly curious, sometimes puzzled bystander. The one you see in the background of a big news story. Watching. That was me. Trying to make sense of things.

And on it went. I realised, or at least suspected I was forming a powerful connection with something. But with what? With god? With the universe? The Source? Perhaps with myself? Maybe with a universal field that permeates everything? Whatever it was, it was fun. An exhilarating ride into the weirdness of existence.

It occurred to me that I should 'stay in my lane', as they say. Stick to what I know. I was a healer. So stick with healing. But I realised that healing wasn't just healing. In fact, healing wasn't even healing. Healing was something else altogether.

Everyone labels healing as, well, healing. That's what we call it. Immediately putting it into a box. But as my ability with healing grew, my ability with everything else grew too. I thought that was because my growing sensitivity meant I was becoming sensitive in different directions. But no. That was incorrect. It was because healing is everything, and everything is healing.

What does that mean?

I was becoming whole. I was becoming one with myself, with the universe and with the divine. Everything we do is looking for a path back to God, whatever we might perceive God to be. From the moment we are born, we are looking for that reconnection with wholeness and oneness. But paradoxically, it's already there. We just can't touch it. It's right there, in front of our faces. But too close to focus on, so we miss it.

My total immersion in healing work allowed me to step into the flow, step into the universal consciousness, the underlying structure of the universe. And in doing so opened everything up to me. I saw that healing was just an aspect of that oneness. Just the doorway for me to step into the flow.

When I teach healing I strip everything away. The great secret of being an amazing healer is that there is no secret. And that's the secret. That there is no secret. We can all be amazing healers. But most of us spend our time piling things in the way, avoiding the simplicity and ease of healing, looking for props and excuses to focus on, taking us far from what we already know.

Spirituality is the same. Dogma and belief close the doors on our perception and take us away from our birth right. When someone tells me about their belief system, about their spiritual beliefs, I can see how it has trapped them and kept them away from the one thing they seek. People fall in love with their belief system and forget to fall in love with themselves, or with the divine, which is essentially the same thing.

To know that we are already there, and we each have the secret inside us, and we don't need anyone else is heresy. How do you commercialise and monetise something when we already have it? Every church and organised religion has found the answer to that. And billions are trapped in the cycle of belief, dogma and faith.

Self-realisation is always the path. But that requires a guru. And the guru is an external source of information. The best gurus seek to fully empower their students. Give them the truth. Hold nothing back. In doing so they must lose their student. Because until the student is empowered, they are not free. And they must be free to be whole. And very few gurus want that to happen. A real guru must chase his or her student away with a stick because the student is always fearful of leaving. But in leaving, they are forced to rely on the wholeness they already carry within themselves.

And here is the problem. Every model of spirituality relies on the shaman, the guide, the guru, the master, the priest, the rabbi, the Iman, the leader and the prophet to lead the masses. And then there is dogma. And as soon as there is belief, the deal is done. The door is closed and the belief becomes the destination. The journey becomes the objective. And only one in a million breaks free and is prepared to play, to freestyle their way to self-realisation and divinity.

Being able to touch someone, as I have done, and for that person to spontaneously heal, is a demonstration of what we can all do when we drop belief and are happy to reside in a place of "I don't know because I already know" I don't need to know how that healing can happen. It's not important. I like to run through ideas and theories and discuss them as an intellectual exercise, but its completely unnecessary. I don't think about the healing now. I just do it. It'll work. It happens. Why should I worry? There is no need to overthink it.

And it's the same with my spiritual work. They call me a Master. They call me Guru. They call me the Magic Man. But I must continually emphasise my normality. If people believe I have the secret, if they form a belief, then I am falling into the trap. And dragging them into my trap with me. But I do have the secret. The secret of no secret. My wholeness means I can answer their questions, see their blockages, see their ancestral energies, their inherited energy patterns, their limits and their delusions. And my only purpose must be to set them free. Free from belief and free from me.

It's a fine line. The Master who is not a Master. The Guru who is not a Guru. The man who has the answers, but who does not necessarily wish to give those answers, lest he becomes what he resists. The man who gives just enough to set someone free, but not enough that they can believe in me? Will I gain a following that way? Will I be able to help as many people as someone who accepts the title of Master and embraces it?

I want to help set people free. But I cannot do so if I am replacing one set of beliefs with another. There can be no dogma, except that there is no dogma. If God exists, there will be no words and no concepts to describe it. We are kidding ourselves if we think our tiny brains and philosophies could even begin to grasp the enormity of God. It would be like an ant trying to understand a nuclear reactor or asking a beetle to design a computer. There wouldn't even be a starting point. And belief is equally bizarre and limiting. Half-baked ideas to understand infinity.

I can give you the answers. I can describe the flow of consciousness and awareness. I can step into your being and experience your longing to reconnect with the connection you already have. I can even show you the door. I can use words. But it'll be the feelings, the freedom and the nothingness that make it all happen.

And then I will chase you away with a stick.

I am just a man.

The rest is up to you.