Spiritualism...my thoughts...

Just last month I gave in to my quest for the new-age spirituality.
Where science ends, spirituality begins...always been a believer of the saying. Since the last few years I've been doing a lot of reading about the same. But nothing seemed to satisfy me. Kept looking for something more but just could not pin-point what. So I finally decided to discover the meaning myself.
Aradhna, my school mate, also going through a similar phase, made that magic call. She asked me if I wanted to accompany her to Osho's. Without a moment of hesitation I said yes and the few weeks in between passed with tremendous amount of anticipation. Let me not forget the huge number of misconceptions that continued to intrigue me further to discover the Meditation Resort which kept beckoning me every second of the days.
Entering the Resort and settling was only part of it. I felt the first tingling sensation at the moment of my entry into the auditorium where people gather for the meditations. Nothing like the candle-scented rooms where a talk is in progress that I have witnessed before where once it's over you seek further fulfillment over a movie and popcorn. All I saw was a huge auditorium which was almost dark. All around me were people of various age groups. And even while I was trying to understand what should I do next, some beautiful music filled up the whole auditorium. Soon everybody were moving, no, shaking ... Without trying to think much, I too began doing the same. Surprisingly, soon I could feel the energies moving up from my feet. Some energy had taken over me and I was just going with the flow. The music changed after 15 minutes or so and we were dancing now. Not in any structured manner but the whole body was moving as it wanted. Another 15 minutes later the music went off. We began observing, witnessing whatever was happening inside and out. Suddenly there was an internal monologue and all I was doing was listening. Thoughts and feelings had taken me over. I remembered my sister's pet pup. I used to hate pets. Loathed them in fact. But did he love me less for that? I used to come home and he used to jump all over, barely able to contain the joy. Isn't that spirituality? Love selflessly without any expectation...that was him! Never asked any question about the fact that I used to hate him. So much so that the day he died I felt an amount of guilt which I've never experienced in my life. He was spiritual. He knew how to love.
Osho says, whatsoever you do, do it totally. When you do it totally you are not worried about the result. You did it totally. You are not holding anything; you have put all your energy in it. Now if you fail, you fail. If you succeed, you succeed. But whether you fail or succeed, you are fulfilled because you have done whatsoever you could do. Stake everything! It is only when you are totally into something that mysteries are revealed to you. Go into depth, to the very roots of everything - because the secrets are in the roots; not in the flowers.
I was beginning to understand what I did not for so long. True spirituality has to do with heightened sensuality or senses and doesn't isolate. It's the oneness of life that's important. Spirituality means being in touch with your inner self. The highest purity lies within me, not outside. The highest source of peace and security is within. Suddenly, the pup who was no more was giving me direction in life. I wanted to live life in totality. I wanted to let go ... of myself. I was suddenly more awakened, more fresh, more alive!