I loved this book, and the honest, matter of fact way it was written. Jane Stork is articulate, her writing straightforward and unpretentious, and the story is completely compelling. It is a memoir and an exploration of events that are stranger than fiction; and it gets more and more weird as it goes along.
The big question: How could someone from such a ‘normal’ down-to-earth Aussie family become so completely transfixed by Bhagwan Rajneesh, so misguided in their judgement and thinking as to lose themself? Known later as the Rolls Royce Guru, Bhagwan’s charisma outshone his narcissism, greed and manipulation. Some critics claim he was an expert in hypnotism! In their thousands the ‘Sannyasins’, who became known as the Orange People, were charmed by Bhagwan's spell, and they renounced everything to follow their guru in the hope of spiritual guidance and enlightenment. This included Jane Stork and her husband, and her kids.
Stork herself must have asked these how and why questions when the spell was finally broken, and she began to write this book. At the time of the attempted murder of Bhagwan’s doctor, Jane was in such a focused denial of reality she hardly seemed to realise what she was doing, or at least trying to do. It was simple for her, an act in defence of Bhagwan, who to her was more or less a god, and one she would willingly die for. Those simple quiet words ring in my ears “I’ll do it…”.
After fleeing the commune and then being arrested for attempted murder she gradually came to see a different reality, one that existed outside the commune, and was forced to face the consequences of her actions. With grace and lucidity Jane has managed to unravel what had happened under that spell, without being over-judgemental of either herself or the others involved. But I don’t think she has ever tried to cultivate the victim image; in fact I admire her for facing her past, her choices and their consequences, and owning it all. She relates the events in the commune with insight, but also with compassion. She also admits having neglected her children during those years living in the commune, and acknowledged their suffering with honest remorse. She admitted her failings as a parent and a wife, and even as a daughter. But for me, once seen in the context of the Rajneesh cult and its power, it was easy to forgive her all these failings as she sought answers to life’s deep questions, believing she had found those answers in Bhagwan.
Stork’s account of her childhood and early adult life were an important part of the telling of this crazy story; it goes some way to explaining how and why she became caught in the Rajneesh enchantment. But at no time does she use her childhood to excuse her part in the unfolding events. The background stories of Jane’s early life and family tell of a fairly typical Aussie family from those times; holidays with the grandparents, fishing with their father, finding threepences in the Xmas pudding. It seemed clear her family loved her.
There was illness too, which put much pressure on the family. Jane herself became very ill and nearly died; her grandmother subsequently gave her a teddy bear that she treasured. When her sister became seriously ill with TB meningitis Jane was sent to live with an aunt while her parents kept vigil at the hospital at her sister’s bedside. Later she was sent to a horrible Catholic boarding school. Jane felt somehow unloved and rejected by her parents. Her mistaken belief that her family didn’t want her was the likely start of the path that ultimately led Jane to the Rajneesh Movement. Decades later she recognised that her parents had always loved her and had only made those difficult choices due to circumstances beyond their control. They never gave up on her despite her almost complete rejection of them when she was blinded by her devotion and obsession with Bhagwan.
I really enjoyed the stories of the early days of Jane’s first marriage. Roger, her first husband, was a geologist, and the father of their children. They spent months together in the middle of nowhere in Western Australia doing geological surveys, and meeting the local indigenous people, even joining in on a crocodile hunt; it must have been fascinating and wonderful! These stories made even more poignant one of the saddest parts of the book, when Jane gave away her wedding ring to Bhagwan, which was then melted down to make more valuable jewellery for this guru already dripping with gold and living in luxury. How could she not see!! The Guru had 96 Rolls Royces, watches and pens worth millions, and valuable jewellery. Spiritualism infused with hedonism? Downright immoral. Jane’s husband Roger had sourced the metal for the wedding ring himself and had the ring made specially. That she gave the ring away so easily seemed callous and naïve and was testimony to how deeply brainwashed she had become.
A second really touching episode was when Jane finally admitted to her second (or third?) husband George that she’d tried to kill Bhagwan’s doctor. George had been very patient and listened without judgement. He told her that he had already known; clearly he had already forgiven. And it had not altered his devotion to her. What a wonderful accepting man.
The last and terrible sadness for Jane, and for us as readers, was her loss of her son who died of cancer. As a parent myself I found this section terribly moving and I wanted to reach out to Jane and tell her… tell her what exactly? Maybe that I admired her strength, I walk with her as a parent of an ill child, and as a flawed human, and that she is obviously a good person and has well and truly earned her freedom and forgiveness. She has served her time on many levels.
And I really liked the book!
(This bit is not really relevant to the book review. My husband and I had a German Sannyasin staying with us for a few weeks in the late 80s, just before Bhagwan’s death. We didn’t know the person; it was a favour for a friend. Our Sannyasin lodger was pretty strange to say the least. She took her meals alone in our spare room and hardly socialised with us, except to talk about Bhagwan and how worried she was about him. Because of this I was interested to watch Wild Wild Country, a Netflix documentary about the establishment of Rajneeshpuram in the USA and the events that led to its collapse. The documentary featured Jane Stork speaking frankly and eloquently about her involvement in the cult and the attempted murder of Bhagwan’s doctor, and her final extrication from the Rajneesh movement. After being glued to the documentary I then read Jane’s book. A friend who had also watched the documentary, but had never heard of the Orange People, said she had to keep looking stuff up on the internet to see if it were really true! That’s how weird it gets. Many people still believe that Bhagwan was enlightened but I have my doubts. I’d like to know what Jane thinks about it now.)