Here's Part 2 of Osho Robbins' (not his real name) tale of what happened to him at a meeting of Radha Soami Satsang Beas devotees at the RSSB Haynes Park center in England.
Part 1 can be read in "Osho Robbins' 'Crime of the Century' at a RSSB Haynes Park satsang."
Part 2 is long, so you'll need to click on the continuation link to read the full account. Here's some definitions of a few words Robbins uses in his report. "Satsang" is a spiritual talk. "Baba Ji" refers to the RSSB guru, Gurinder Singh Dhillon. "Sevadar" is a volunteer.
I'm sharing this story because it illustrates the hypocrisy and narrow-mindedness of religious people, whether of the East or West. When volunteer devotees act much worse than ordinary human beings, and apparently no higher-ups care about their bad behavior, this reflects badly on their religious organization -- in this case Radha Soami Satsang Beas.
17 August 2019 Haynes Park
Seven sevadars attack one satsangi,
completely unprovoked and without reason
This account from Saturday 17th August 2019, describes how I was peacefully walking towards the exit of Haynes Park to leave, and was stopped and held by seven people and dragged to a private spot and then intimidated and punched in the face and then later pushed into the back of a pitch black van to intimidate me further. Further threats were also made.
You can make up your own mind as to whether the actions of those seven people were reasonable. What I can guarantee is that this account is accurate. Furthermore I have no reason to lie because I am not seeking any specific outcome. I am simply presenting the facts of what happened. Beyond that it is not of my concern. I don’t even care about being “re-instated.”
So, I got banned from satsang. How the heck did that happen?
Oh yes, now I remember: it was because I took a mobile phone into satsang and recorded 5 minutes of an English speaker.
But wait a minute… LOTS of people do much much much more than that.
A quick search on YouTube shows there are MANY satsangs / Q&A of BabaJi already online. I stopped counting at 200. Clearly its not a big issue, otherwise RSSB would have done something about it.
Here’s a few examples:
Now contrast this with what the sevadars did:
- Took my phone, lied about where it was, refused to return it for approx. 5 hours.
- Sent a lower sevadar to officially take responsibility for it – if it got lost.
- Fabricated a story about me threating to “kick a sevadar in the nuts” : something I can prove 100% to be a lie because it’s simply out of character.
- Forced another sevadar to lie
- Banned me without authority because it was based on a lie.
Now I know that sevadars are not perfect, but give me a break.
We’re not talking about perfect here.
We’re talking about NORMAL, DECENT human beings.
If this is the result of following RSSB for maybe 30+ years, then clearly it’s not working.
“By their fruits Ye shall know them.” Says the Bible.
But no matter… Let’s carry on…because the show must go on…
Now we get onto Day 2: the Saturday satsang. There was simply no way the ban was real as it was based on a lie. I also did not think that the person who banned me had any authority to ban me. He also gave me nothing in writing, giving me even more reason to question its validity.
And to add to it all, I had a dream that night. In the dream, I was on the mic, and it was a Q&A session, and BabaJi was saying “Absolutely, the master loves every disciple like his own child.”
I can only guess, my subconscious mind created the dream from the words of the old satsangi I had met that day who had moved me to tears by saying “Does anyone ever forget his own son?” when I had asked him if he recognised me.
Anyway, I took that to mean that BabaJi wants me to attend satsang that day and if he wants me to attend, who am I to fight against that? I am not saying it was some inner revelation – just what I took the dream to mean.
So I decided I would attend satsang that day (Saturday). nThis time I took my own car because I did not want to inconvenience anyone else. I drove into Haynes Park and nobody paid any special attention to me. So clearly I was not banned, because if I was banned, at least some sevadar would have recognized me.
If I was banned, they would all have a photo of me. So I parked up and walked to the satsang tent. Once again, nobody paid any special attention to me. Even more evidence the ban was a lie.
As I walked along, I saw the same guy who I had met the previous day: Sevadar #2. The one with the short term memory problem. This time he did not ask me “do you know who I am?” so his memory may have improved. A good sign I guess.
He asked me to step to the side of the main walkway, but after the previous day’s experience, I decided to ignore his request. After all, it was only a request, and it was a free country.
I said “No thank you. I am going to attend satsang. I have no mobile phone with me. You can check.”
Then something happened that frankly shocked me.
He started physically pulling me to the side, by grabbing my arm. This was uncalled for.
“Please let go of me, this is assault” I said as I tried to get free of his grip.
Next thing I know, another guy grabs my other arm.
Now I was getting a little concerned as this was not normal behaviour. If they had an issue, all they had to do was get one guy to watch where I sit and phone the police to get me removed. That would be the legal and proper procedure to follow. Physically grabbing me was going beyond the call of duty.
“Let go of me, and I will leave” I said. Still they held onto me as if I was some criminal, which I guess in their mind I was.
Just then, by chance, my niece, my sister and my brother in law just happened to be walking by. There are no mistakes in the universe. It was meant to happen that way. God has perfect timing.
They saw me and came over to find out what was happening.
“Excuse me – what’s going on here?” asked my brother in law, in a tone that clearly said “Don’t mess with me.”
“None of your business, just move along” said the sevadar, thinking it was just some passing curious people.
“It IS my business. I am his brother,” replied my brother in law, “Why are you holding him? Please let go of him.”
“You don’t know what he has done” said another sevadar who was close by.
“He threatened another sevadar and he has been banned” said one of the sevadars.
“I threatened nobody – but anyway I want to leave now” I said and they let me go because they had to.
I explained that I am going home as I don’t want to attend a satsang if this is how I was going to be treated and I walked off towards the exit of Haynes Park.
That should have been the end of the matter.
They didn’t want me there and I offered to leave since they clearly didn’t, and were not going to allow me to attend satsang.
Those are not the actions of a “trouble maker.”
As I walked along – suddenly two people grabbed me and four others turned up, apparently from nowhere.
Two people (Sevadars – but a new breed I guess as that’s not how a normal sevadar behaves) grabbed each arm, and the other two were standing in front of me.
This was unbelievable. This was a pre-meditated and unprovoked attack on me. This was not self-defence. This was not using reasonable force to control some trouble maker.
This was an act of bullying and unprovoked violence against a person who was in the process of peacefully leaving Haynes Park.
I can understand it when some commenters say “I don’t believe it” because I too was having trouble believing this was really happening. It was happening in broad daylight, in front of lots of people and everyone was just walking by because I guess you don’t imagine an assault can take place in a holy place.
I recognised the people from two years ago.
These were the same people who had kindly asked me to go the other way out of the tent. Only that time – they asked with folded hands and I obeyed. Once again it shows I am not a violent person because I simply obeyed their orders at that time.
But now it seems they had graduated to using violence.
I asked them to let me go and they said that I had to wait for sevadar #1 to arrive.
I said I had no interest in meeting him again but they insisted.
Just then sevadar #1 arrived on the scene. Clearly all this was happening by his express order.
As a matter of courtesy, I offered to shake hands but he refused saying “I am not going to shake your hand”
Clearly he had other plans going through his mind.
“I banned you yesterday – so why have you come here today?” He asked as if it was some big deal.
I answered him as honestly as I could.
“I don’t think you have the authority to ban me”
That was the truth – in particular because he had to make up a lie to justify the ban.
“Okay – I will show you what authority I have” he replied.
Then the six guys started to push me along to take me somewhere private.
Sevadar #1 was physically pushing and punching me from behind, while the others led me away like I was some sort of prisoner.
I resisted but it was pointless against six strong guys.
As I was taken past a standing sevadar, I said “Hey – look – this is called seva” but he ignored it. I guess he was a little confused but thought it was not his business to interfere.
If this gets investigated, that sevadar is a witness and it’s not something he is likely to forget.
They took me into a hall on the left, and there were several more sevadars there, who saw me being taken. They too saw clearly and must have wondered what was going on.
Once I was in a private place, Sevadar #1 said “When I ban you – it means you are not allowed back. Do you not understand what it means to be banned?”
He was standing about a foot away from me and the other six were standing all around me.
Sevadar #2 was standing to his right and behind him, facing me.
“I have heard BabaJi say publicly that nobody is banned from a public satsang” I stated boldly.
Sevadar #1 was visibly getting a tiny bit upset now because I was not intimidated by his actions.
“Except unless I ban them” he added in a voice that demanded obedience.
He was clearly implementing his own version of his guru’s famous adage “my way, or the highway.”
Well, at least something of the guru had rubbed off on him.
“But BabaJi never said that” I volunteered.
“No – I am saying it” he said, implying that his words were far more important that his guru’s words.
“Oh really?” I asked “And while I am here can you just clarify exactly which satsangs I am banned from?”
“All satsangs – national, local, international” was his reply.
“And whose property is Haynes Park?”
“It’s my personal property” said Sevadar #1, arrogantly.
“And what about the other satsang centres?” I asked, just to see how far he would take this delusional thinking.
“Mine. All mine. I own them all” he said.
Obviously this guy was some big hotshot, at least in his own mind.
“Okay – and how long is the ban for?” I continued, now rather enjoying the dialogue.
“Until I change my mind” said Sevadar #1.
“And what is likely to get you to change your mind?” I said, thinking that I might as well use the opportunity to get the full information now.
“God knows” he answers.
Now this was genuinely funny and I could not resist a slight laugh.
Sevadar #2 did NOT think it was funny at all. In fact the expression on his face said it all. He was not amused at all.
“You think it’s funny?” asked Sevadar #2.
Clearly it was a rhetorical question.
I was still considering my response to this when Sevadar #1 punched me in the face.
“Fuuuucckkkkiinnngggggg Helllllll” I said , as a reaction to the sudden unprovoked attack.
“Are you swearing at me?” asked Sevadar #1. Another rhetorical question.
“Not at you!” I replied. “You’ve broken my glasses”
The left lens had broken into two pieces and they were on the floor.
I asked them to find my glasses but nobody helped me.
“I need them to drive home” I said, but nobody bothered to help.
Finally I managed to find the two pieces and put them in my pocket.
What shocked me was that nobody said to Sevadar #1 “Hey – what are you doing?”
It was one thing to intimidate me – but quite another to actually punch me.
After all I wasn’t causing any trouble. Just asking a few questions to get clarification on the ban.
“Let’s just leave it at this, because things can get a lot worse. I know where you live.” suggested Sevadar #1.
By now it was becoming clear. These were not sevadars.
This was like something out of a gangster movie.
Someone radioed for a van.
I heard Sevadar #1 say to the others: “Nobody saw anything. Nothing happened. You got it?”
They all agreed. But they forgot this is the age of the internet. There are no secrets.
Clearly they knew they had gone too far. I don’t believe it was their intention to go that far. I believe they intended to intimidate me so I get the message to not return again. However Sevadar #1 got angry when I was clearly not taking him seriously.
After all, just imagine what’s going on in their minds. Seven sevadars versus one satsangi. And the one satsangi is not taking them seriously. He is asking questions and laughing at the answers. Must be tough on the ego.
When Sevadar #1 punched me in the face, how come at least one of the others didn’t stop him? After all, this was an unprovoked attack. I was not a threat, except to their ego.
They must all be of the same mentality. They don’t care how far they go.
What would have happened if I had resisted or fought back? What if one punch had turned into a serious fight and they had hurt me?
Were they really going to let me walk away with serious injuries and risk prosecution and a jail sentence?
I N T E R V A L
Reminds me of this scene from Sholay the Bollywood movie.
But with one difference:
BabaJi: kitne aadme the?
Savadars: ik tha, sardar.
Babaji: ik aadmi? Aur aap saat (7) ?
Phir be aap ni mukka maara?
Sauja ki Babaji kush hoyga?
Yeh to hamara guest tha!
Humari iizat sab metti mein malade
Here’s the clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leLE6PW3dxQ
E N D O F I N T E R V A L
The van arrived. I took leave, unaware it wasn’t over yet. I shook the hand of Sevadar #1 and told him I would not be coming back after that. This time he shook hands, unlike the previous time.
“You said that last time” he replied. But he had it wrong. After he banned me the previous day, I simply took my phone and left. I didn’t promise anything.
“I will definitely not be returning after this” I said
And I meant it. After all, this was not the RSSB I knew. The RSSB I knew was full of love.
Each Radha Soami follower treated each other literally as his brother and sister back in those days.
Anyway – on with the events:
Sevadar #1 reminded me to “leave it at this” because “I know where you live.”
The sevadars took me towards the van, but instead of sitting in the front, pushed me into the back of the van. When the door closed, it was pitch black.
There was no window, not even into the driver area. Clearly this was not over yet.
There were two sevadars in the van with me: Sevadar #2 and another guy.
Sevadar #2 put his phone on so I could see him. Not the torch, just the light from the screen.
“This is good seva you are doing” I said as the van drove off.
I had no idea where they were taking me or what they had planned.
Clearly it was a move designed to intimidate me further and to show me that it could get a lot worse.
The van drove for about 5 minutes and then Sevadar #2 opened the door. I stepped out. I was outside the front gates of Haynes Park.
“You are now outside of Haynes Park and must never come back” said Sevadar #2.
“Only one problem,” I announced, “My car is inside of Haynes.”
“Not my problem,” answered Sevadar #2 casually.
“How am I supposed to get home?” I asked.
“That is your problem – not mine. You cannot re-enter Haynes Park” insisted Sevadar #2.
He then told the sevadar on duty not to allow me to enter Haynes Park.
The two sevadars then walked off into Haynes Park.
This was ridiculous. I was not even allowed to go to my car.
As I was planning how to handle the situation, I noticed the police officers on traffic duty, so I decided I would tell them what had happened. They would obviously allow me to retrieve my car.
But just then, the two sevadars re-appeared. They were on the phone, I presume with Sevadar #1.
“We will take you to your car” they announced, obviously figuring it made no sense to leave me there without my car.
This time I sat in the front of the van and they drove to my car.
One of them got into the passenger seat of my car, while Sevadar #2 took a picture of me with his phone.
“I am the dangerous one” he announced, “not the guy who punched you. He is the nice guy. Ask your brother who I am, he knows me well.”
The sevadar sitting next to me then told me to drive, while the van followed at a distance.
He told me to overtake a vehicle that was on the left moving slowly, which I did.
As we approached the Haynes Park gates, he was on the radio system, shouting and swearing.
There were lots of cars entering Haynes Park as it was around 9:30 am.
He gave instructions to move the cars to allow my car to exit immediately.
One female sevadar said, “You will have to wait 5 minutes, parji”
“Move those fucking cars NOW” he shouted.
“Great communication skills,” she said to him, but he wasn’t bothered. He was on a mission.
All the cars moved to the side on his instructions to create a clear exit lane for my car between them.
He told me to drive right out in the newly created space, so I did.
He then got out of my car. “You are now off the premises” he said, “don’t come back.”
I turned left and saw the same police officers I had spoken to the previous day.
“I have just been assaulted” I announced. I then filed a report with them before driving to Bedford police station to file a full detailed report. They also took a photo of my broken glasses.