Vinod wrote: Parijat was originally from Cologne in Germany. In his 30′s he lived on the outskirts of the city in a big watermill. He came to Pune in 1980, took sannyas and developed a deep and lifelong love for Osho.

When last year I asked him what had been the most beautiful moments in his life, he always came back to the amazing moments and his time with Osho. Osho gave him the name ‘Parijat’ meaning ‘a beautiful oriental flower’. Many of us know this tree from India that stands leafless during the winter season but develops the most amazingly fragrant white flowers that one can smell for miles in the night. He was indeed like that!

In 1981 he gave up everything in Germany and moved to the Ranch with his three children, where he stayed until the end in 1985. Many may remember him working first in Magdalena, and later in RBG driving one of the big red Lube Trucks or spending time with his three lovely Thai-born children: Ami, Mitro and Urja.

He and I lived together as beloveds for 19 years from 1982: a journey that took us and the children on many wonderful journeys, living, working and travelling in many countries around Europe.

Seven years ago he rebuild in his extraordinary creative ways a house and settled in the Italian countryside near Orvieto, where he lived until his death. His son Mitro was tirelessly taking care of him for many months, so was a group of us old friends and family.

Parijat died from kidney cancer that was diagnosed ten months ago, when the cancer had already spread in the body. He decided not to undergo any of the conventional ways of treatment but, to alleviate the discomforts and pains, to stay as much as possible with natural remedies and nutrition in which he had firmly believed all his life.

He left peacefully listening to the music from Jonathan Livingston Seagull, which he loved very much. I hope – and I feel it very strongly – that he is flying high, effortlessly, in the endless blue sky over the oceans!

According to Parijat’s wish, on Monday, 18th March, a Tibetan Phowa Meditation will take place at the Buddhist Centre of the Karma Kagyu in Kirchheim-Teck, Germany, between 8 and 9 p.m.

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Great memories of sleeping in the mountains outside at night with the kids on a bed he built up behind Magdalena. I am so sad to hear of his passing. Much love to Ami, Mitro, Usha, and Vinod,
Ajita

Dear Parijat, fly high. I remember you so well from Poona 1 and the Ranch in RBG. Fly high, brother, fly home….
Mahadevi

Dear Parijat, I always loved you and I will continue to love you. I spent a wonderful time with you and Vinod in Italy. Love you Vinod. Big strong hug,
Bhoomi

I am greatful for the memories all the people have for my father, Parijat. He was a good and loving father, as well as a friend. I still can´t believe that he has passed away but I see that he will always be in our hearts. No words can explain how I feel but the love that comes from all over the world shows me that I am not alone. In always loving memory. I love you Daddy,
Ami

Parijat, my deepest friend and Osho fellow traveller, I am endlessly touched by the beauty of your being. I am endlessly grateful, that you were so much in my life – and you will always be. Only my tears can show how I feel about this gift, to have been one of your closest friends for so many years….
Mahayana

Beloved father, friend and being of immense simplicity and beauty, thank you for the life shared and for all the little things that you tought me by just being who you are and enjoying…your garden, your art, your walks, your food. I keep seeing your hands, always open, welcoming and warm. In gratitude and joy,
Nura (aka Urja)

I am filled with emotions when looking back at the time we all spent together with Parijat. He was such a wonderful person, full of joy and strength, and had a beautiful way to share his bright spirit with us. It is such a treat to have known him.
Nalini

Anuragini (aka Mira) grew up in Frankfurt, Germany. After her elder brother Madhur had taken sannyas she also left for India, where she took sannyas in 1981 at age 24. On her return she joined the crazy Osho Center in her home town. After visiting Rajneeshpuram she took part in the Wioska commune in Cologne where she was involved in the construction project of the water fountain and the bookstore in the courtyard. After the closure of the centre she purchased the ‘Kiosk’ sweet shop which became a thriving business.

Back in Pune 2 she became involved in the Tibetan Pulsing process with Dheeraj. She was in charge of choosing the eye photos (and people) for the eye readings on respective days. She also created the annual Tibetan pulsing calendar as she was quite a good graphic designer.

Pretty much from the onstart Anuragini became part of Tyohar’s community in Cosa Rica, PachaMama. There she received the new name Mira. She took care of the communication, graphics and marketing work of the centre, while also editing and transcribing Tyohar’s talks. In 2012 she released her Kalimba CD ‘Silent Waves’.

Her death was sudden and caused by heart failure.

Mar 2013 at 56, her last photo taken while working with Nispar on a design project

her quad at PachaMama, 2011

Mira in 2011 at 55

Anuragini - Anand Mira

2005 in Crestone, Colorado

Anuragini - Mira, age 3 and 1989 in Frankfurt

Anuragini - Mira, in 2007 and 2004

Anuragini - Mira, 1977 and 1984

family visi tin 2001

in 1986 Mira bought a Kiosk shop, mmmh sweets...

1981 at the Osho Centre in Frankfurt (far left)

Mira with her brothers in 1981, after taking sannyas

Fri, 15th March 2013, San Jose, Costa Rica

Photos thanks to Madhur; text thanks to Madhur, Upavas, Archan and PachaMama family.

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Beloved Mira (or Anuragini as I knew you best), I’m so saddened to hear of your departure. I’ll always remember you as a stalwart of the Tibetan Pulsing Family in Pune. One of your jobs was to take care of all the eye photographs for the Intensives and to select which one had the right markings to be ‘examined’ by Dheeraj. The photo would be projected on the screen and Dheeraj would ask, “And who is this Anu?” You would call out the name and up the nervous person would get to have all their intimate foibles revealed by the master.

I also remember with so much affection and laughter how brilliant you were (especially as a comedy double act with Rahasyo) portraying various characters in our daily psycho dramas as part of the training. Your dedication to Dheeraj and the Pulsing family was immense – for many years keeping us all connected by producing the beautiful Tibetan Pulsing Calendar. Thank you so much, dearest Anu, for all that you did.

A few years ago, I was so happy to meet you again in Pachamama where you had become Mira. You were shining, relaxed, gentle – it seemed you had really found your home and were once again an invaluable and much-loved member of your community. I remember you dancing at the River Party, sitting quietly playing your kalimba, taking care of editing Tyohar’s videos.

Sending you so much love dearest Mira – Fly High! You are in our hearts,

Sidika

Beloved Mira (Anuragini), I will never forget the gift that you put my eyes-photo up to Dheeraj on my birthday. So, as a birthday gift, I got a Tibetan Eye Reading. That was great although the reading was intense. It made my life more clear! I loved the beautiful Tibetan Pulsing time together with you – in Poona and in Cologne! And I enjoyed our DVD events a lot. I always remember your childlike giggling laughter. You were always shining! I will celebrate you at home today. Love! You know why!
Rito

Laya (Elfie Rose Hauser-Wacker) was born in 1953 in Germany. She was trained in Chakra Energy Work by Kabir Jaffee und Ritama Davidson, was also trained in leading Osho Meditation Centres and was a facilitator for Osho’s Meditative Therapies.

For many years she had been part of the management team of the Osho Ketan Meditation Centre in Stuttgart.

She died in a tragic violent incident which occurred on 28th February that involved her partner Sitaro, who took his life a day later. Her body was found on 24th March 2013.

The event was reported in: Tragedy at Osho Ketan in Stuttgart

Laya’s friends are going to give her a send-off celebration on 18th April at 12 noon in the “Friedwald” Schönbuch near Tübingen.

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Beloved Laya, you meant a lot to me, your aliveness, your catching energy and I never saw you tired. We met during the German Osho Centre meetings and became friends. Your death – it leaves me speechless. Thinking about you,
Chirantan

Laya, I will miss you. When we were doing the meditation days in Osho Ketan there was such a loving spirit around. Only a few people, but it was carefully prepared, with so much energy and attention. Like this I remember Laya. It was in different situations the same spirit of love, attention and humour. Thank you!
Veet Sandeh

I have fond memories of you of the days spent in Goa. Your smile and loving ways will be treasured always. May you enjoy eternal bliss.
Assunta

Christ Chaitanya (or better known as C.C.) is remembered from the commune days of Pune 1 for being the meditation leader. Also in our memory we see the picture of him wearing lunghis, long hair, a beard and always a big smile on his face. Was it because he had just been telling someone a joke?

Just last week we heard the news from his beloved Lynnea (seen with him in the picture above), that he was unwell. “He wanted to be quiet about his illness and, of course, hoped for a return to good health. It has come on quickly although, to him, it seems like a long time.”

Christ Chaitanya was born on September 12, 1947. He grew up in Brockton, MA, where his father was a judge. His dad died around the time he graduated from Penn State, and with the money he inherited, he began traveling, eventually ending up in Bombay where he was one of Osho’s first American sannyasins. A small group of sannyasins was called into Osho’s room one day where they were told that it was time to return home and introduce people there to him. When everyone but Chaitanya was given a specific task to do, someone asked Osho, “What about Chaitanya?” Osho replied, “Chaitanya is to be ME in American!!”

He returned to the United States and with several other sannyasins ran a small meditation center in Upstate New York. He also began teaching Dynamic Meditation at the Ansonia Hotel in NYC, where many hundreds of people were first introduced to Osho, a significant number taking sannyas before going to Bombay to meet Osho. Chaitanya would initiate these people into sannyas, giving them a name from one of the initiation-name papers Osho had inscribed and given to him for this purpose.

When Chaitanya returned to India with his partner, Satya Bharti (whom he’d initiated into sannyas several months earlier at a meditation camp he ran at the Upstate New York center), Osho told them to return to NYC and open up a center for him there. They ran the NYC center for two years, commuting between India and NYC; later they were instructed by Osho to travel around the US (and Canada) and run meditation camps at growth centers, introducing more people to him. Scores of camp participants went to India to be with Osho who had moved to Poona by this time. In June 1975, Chaitanya (and Satya) moved to the Poona ashram permanently, Chaitanya becoming the meditation master and editor of the Rajneesh Newsletter, jobs he continued doing until the end of Poona 1. During the last years of Poona 1, Chaitanya lived in Osho’s house.

After leaving India, he lived at the Geetam Meditation Center in California for a while before finally moving to the Ranch where, among other things, he was in the Peace Force.

CC’s memorial will be held on Sunday, 7th April, 10:30am PST. To be in tune with the celebration you can listen to CC’s talk he gave at a funeral of a friend’s daughter who had been killed in an auto accident: youtu.be

Last Will and Testament of
C.C. Raphael
September 12, 1947 – March 26, 2013

I bequeath to my friends and family, my most valuable possession…..my humor. And just in case you don’t recognize humor, I have enclosed an example of my humor – a joke!

Two politicians were discussing the decline of morals in the 21st century.

“I didn’t sleep with my wife before I was married,” one Senator said righteously. “Did you?”

“I don’t know,” said the other, “what was her maiden name?”

May you always remember that “Seriousness is a Disease.” Your lightheartedness, your compassion, and your love will prevail. I hope I have helped remind you to “Shine on.”

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Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Vey!
He passed over on passover.
Premrup

Ciao Chaitanya, your presence is still shining next to the tape recorder in Buddha Hall. Time for Kundalini, Dynamic and now for the greatest journey of all!! I love you,
Lakshen

Perhaps your best remembered one-liner in Pune One, for me, CC, was when you commented on the new range of sannyas scentless cleansing products that went on sale in the boutique around 1980 – soaps, shampoos, conditioners…. Osho’s picture was everywhere and on everything, and whatever we made, if it had a label, it had a picture of Osho on it – sans hat in those days. I guess it was at one of the variety shows at No. 70: “You know you’re in a weird place when you can buy a shampoo with a picture of a bald man on it…” Thank you Chaitanya for many good times. May you fly off laughing!
Savita

Beloved C.C, so many memories. From 1978 in Poona 1 – after my first Dynamic I went up to him and said, “My God, everybody is so fucked-up, I am sorry for them, they have so much pain and so much anger. I do not feel anything.” His answer was, “Hum, OK, tomorrow it’s OK if you just pretend.” To which I replied, “Ah, OK.” Since that ‘tomorrow’ I have never stopped shouting, crying and laughing! – and then on the Ranch when he was doing channelling…. He then came through Florence and visited Master’s Press. He said to me, “Hum… more is possible!” And life took a BIG leap! And also this other memory from the Ranch: outrageous as he was while being interviewed by a dodo Oregonian journalist, who asked him sarcastically what he did, his answer was, “I masturbate a lot and torture little animals!” Laughing, laughing!
Upchara

Beloved Chaitanya (CC), one of many fond memories is when I worked at the reception in Poona. You and Chinmaya would come and hang out quite often. You brought a guitar with you and together you guys would sing and play. The favorites were some Buddy Holly songs! ‘Little white dog’ was one of them. I would sing along too. We had such a great time! Thinking of you, beautiful one, and holding you in my heart. I know your journey now is in pure light, with all my love,
Gandha

Beloved C.C., yes, in my heart sits this cheeky, so funny and deeply sincere fellow traveler Christ Chaitanya. What a magical time in this body we shared at the feet of this wild Master of ours! And then what a mystery what we might share out of the physical. I can only imagine you are simply cracking up. I love you and always love you,
Gatha

I will always remember – I had just arrived in Poona in the spring of 1980, still digesting the impact of multiple culture shock and the intense energy of the Buddhafield – I hardly knew CC then, except for the fact that he led Dynamic and Kundalini – so, one afternoon we crossed each other in the ashram as I was walking towards the Buddha Hall in my dazed and awkward state of newbie-ness. He stopped and, out of the blue, told me the silliest, totally non-sequitur joke, hugged me and walked away. It made me finally feel ‘at home’….
Premo

In Geetam, disoriented and shy, CC took me in his arms and the world was ok again. So easy. So much appreciated. Big heart.
Bhadrena

In ’79, CC organized ‘Jewish Night’. The centerpiece of the show was darshan with ‘Bagelman Shree Rajneesh’. CC was hilarious, outrageous, loving, and, in his ability to capture the always comic spirit of Poona One, masterful.
Das Anudas

Beloved CC, Bhagawato and I wish you a smooth voyage through the mysterious beyond. We will never forget your wonderful sense of humor and incredible heart. Your smiling face will remain with us forever. We love you,
Haritama

After the sadness of your departure passed, I got a strong feeling that this incarnation was extremely successful for you. I am so happy for you, and blessed to have known of you.
Jivan Abhiram

You are deeply in my heart and in so many others. You were the very first sannyasin I ever met, when you and Rabiya picked us up hitch hiking in NY, dressed in orange and mala. We went downtown NYC and did Dynamic Meditation with all these strange people taking off their suits, putting on blindfolds and screaming away. My first taste and the sweetness of that and you still remain with me. You have touched all of our hearts and I imagine you will prepare the meditation hall to greet us all for the ultimate meditation. Fly high, dear Jewish jokester brother.
Premabodhi

I remember Christ Chaitanya with so much love and joy… we met as young men in Boston when his brother Larry married my niece RoseAnne. When next we met we both had beards down to the floor in ’75… unrecognizable to the past… it clicked when we heard each other’s’ Boston accent. We screamed in delight and we were reprimanded by Laxmi for disturbing Osho’s rest as he was sleeping in the next room.
Krishna Prem

Ciao C. Chaitanya, high spirit and great sense of humor! Love and… Bon voyage,
Paragyan

I just heard of the passing of our beloved CC. I send love to all those who’s lives had been touched by this beautiful soul. I feel so blessed to have known him during my time on the Ranch.
Love and warmest hugs…..
Adviata Sandra

A whirling dervish of infectious energy in Poona One. A sense of humor never crushed by spiritual correctness. A card player to be reckoned with on the Ranch. So many delightful memories.
Bruce Menzies

Nishkalank (aka Nishki, Michael Schmitz) grew up in Germany and came to Osho in Pune 1. In 1982 he stayed in Geetam in California where the Multiversity had its home for a year, before it moved to the Ranch. Nishkalank also lived in the German Osho Commune in Cologne, where he successfully practised Rolfing, out of which later the slightly modified Rebalancing technique was born.

He was then seen back in Pune 2 and in Goa in 2000. In 2002 he closed his successful handyman company and his flat in Grunewald and moved to the Thai island, Koh Phangan, where he built the tourist resort, First Residence (first-residence.com). he had been feeling unwell during the last 6 months.

Nishkalank in December 2012

On speed-boat visiting surrounding islands and going snorkeling, December 2012

Scooter parking at First Residence with Nishki

Nishkalank

Nishki in the middle in blue T-shirt

Nishkalank, Candolim beach in 2000

Nishkalank at Mega's birthday party, with Surati, Harideva, Deepak, Irena, Julia

Nishkalank touring India, 2000

Nishkalank on a trip to the Maharani's Palace, north of Pune

Nishkalank with Japanese friend, 2000

Photos thanks to Megha, Sankalpa and Anupam
Bio thanks to Megha, Madhur, Sankalpa, Shunyam and Anupam

Form Archa we hear: I wanted to let you know that our beloved friend Nishki (Nishkalank) left his body on the evening of Sunday, March 31th, at the Bangkok Hospital in Samui.

He had called me 4am on March 20th that he was feeling very ill and if I could please come to be with him. I heard from his voice that something was very very wrong and immediately booked a flight for the very same day to go and see him. I finally arrived at his beautiful house on Koh Phangan Island on Friday 22nd, together with another friend whom he called and who came from China. Nishki was very weak and fragile already. Within a few days, he got weaker and we had to bring him to the hospital at Koh Samui, the next island.

Nishki said that he felt very very tired and he was ready to go on his last journey and leave his tortured body and everything behind, to find the peace he was looking for all his life. He was surrounded by love, and he knew that his friends who had arrived at Koh Phangan in the meantime, took care of everything and he could finally relax and dare to let go. And go home where he could relax and find peace.

During the last days on Phangan and later at hospital we shared very precious and beautiful moments of love, laughter, and sweet memories. We cuddled and were holding each other, and were very close. It was a hard and long journey for him but I felt that his very last moments were peaceful.

His body will be brought to Koh Phangan Island on April 15th, after Songkram, the holy new year festival in Thailand. He wanted a Buddhist traditional funeral and his body will be kept three days in a temple, with meditation and prayers in the evening. The burning will be on the 4th day. He always said that he wanted his ashes to be spread in the sea where the sun set, which he watched every evening from his terrace.

Dear all, I do not know what else to write, I feel an incredible loss and am very sad. And also I feel so much love for him and grateful that I was so close to him during his last days and we shared all these precious moments.

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Beloved friend, thanks for all the joyful moments, so much fun with you. I was wondering where you were. So fast you left. So much love,
Atit Maria

Ciao Nishky. You are now watching the watcher! Big hug, brother,
Lakshen

In January 1982 I was in Geetam, in the desert behind Los Angeles, where the group department of the Rajneesh Multiversity was doing activities, waiting to move to the Ranch in Oregon. The therapists then moved the following July, around the 1st Festival. I met Nishky for the first time there. I had just split from my Swedish girlfriend, as it was too intense for me to do the Rebalancing Training together. Of course I was a bit down and Nishky was great to pull me up. During that time we were experimenting a lot with sex and he invited me to his bungalow where he was staying with a nice girl. We enjoyed a lot being and playing together. It was a very juicy experience. How not to be a friend to a guy like him: sweet, gentle, open, with a big heart?

Many years later, in Poona 2, I returned him the same present. I think it was winter 1995. I remember that he was living in a beautiful house at the back gate of Koregaon Park. Again we enjoyed a night together. I learned a lot from him about sharing, truth and friendship, without jealousy or competition. Thanks, Nishky, to have been in my life. Sorry we didn’t have more occasions to be together…
Shunyam

Fly high, dear Nishkalank! Sad that you have gone. Thank you for all the laughs and everything else as well. Gratefullness,
Susan-Sarovara

Gute Reise, Nishkalank. Du wirst immer einen Platz in unserem Herzen haben.
Alfried

Thank you, Nishky, for your aliveness and your beautiful stories. I can still hear you: “Hör mal Michael” (Listen Michael…) and then with a “mmh” your story started. Bon voyage!
Michael Vedam

Nishki’s been in our life for the last 6 years helping us build a beautiful home in Koh Phangan. We became friends and shared our love for this beautiful island. He’s left us with a present we appreciate more than we can say. Having been with him during his last days, we knew that he was ready to leave his body to enter his last journey. Nishki, we will remember you with all our love,
Ma Satyo Bhakta & Sw Prem Sambodh

August 2012

on the bridge

16.01.1991

Atmagyan portraits

Mahakavi writes: Swami Gyan Atmagyan left his body on 5th April 2013, close to Paris. He spent 71 years on this earth. Atmagyan was born on 12th August 1941 in western France. He was a highly gifted radio frequencies engineer and worked in this profession until the beginning of the 90s, the time he came in touch with Osho’s love and energy. He travelled twice to Pune, in 1991 and 1993, and his heart was conquered by this vibration he has never forgotten.

During the last ten years his health had declined, particularly during last three years when his breathing needed to be assisted by oxygen. His difficulties to breathe gave him a hard time and made him face his fear of death. As a close friend I have been able to see him working very hard and single-pointedly on this issue. He practised his favourite Atisha’s breathing exercice and prepared himself as a peaceful warrior against death through a lot of studying, through Osho’s quotes and the Tibetan Bardo.

He left this world during the night from the 4th to the 5th of April. He had prepared everything so well that the Celebration for his departure, five days after his death according to the Bardo teachings, was a joy for everybody to be there. He so much wanted to leave this world dressed in a maroon robe with his mala and he did, by the grace of the Universe. He loved the sannyasins so much and I am sure that he would be delighted to know that a tribute to him is on Osho News.

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Thank you, Atmagyan, for your wisdom, your smile and your jokes. I keep your last secret in my heart: “La mort apartient à la vie” (Death belongs to life). Amour et gratitude,
Prartho

Atit Brian

Brian with Atmo more recently

Atmo and Brian in Pune at Neeru's House,1993

modelling for IZIZI boutique, Pune, 1994

Atmo writes: Sw Atit Brian Mendes was born in Goa, India, on 28th April 1963 as the youngest of 11 children, 30 minutes younger than his twin brother Ben. The first six years he was brought up in Tanzania, Africa, where his Goan parents and family lived at the time. When his father retired, the family moved back to their ancestral home in Candolim, Goa, where Brian went to school and joined the local football club.

Brian came to be somewhat of a legend in Goa football sports as an outstanding goalkeeper in the professional league and also played for Goa in the nationals. He loved football all his life and was soon to become a trainer for the youth in Candolim.

Another thing he loved was dancing. At a private party in Feb 1988 Brian and I met and the attraction was instant. We danced the night away and a few weeks later rented a lovely villa together in Candolim, which wasn’t easy those days, as a black local and white ‘foreigner’, but after initial reluctance, his dad helped us get a wonderful place. We lived there together with our little black dog Simba for ten happy years.

I was working in Goa at the time as station manager for the newly started first Condor Charter flight from Europe to Goa to Kathmandu and back, this job being an amazing gift that had been offered out of the blue after visiting Osho in Juhu, Bombay in 1986.

I remember those golden years filled with gratitude every day … riding on my motorbike along green paddy fields and across the river Mandovi ferry to my Panjim office or the airport and riding home into Brian’s arms and a sunset on the beach at Zappa’s in Candolim.

In monsoon and for some special long weekends in the season, we would travel to the ashram in Poona and Brian took sannyas, actually surprised me with it on the day, in 1989. Being a passionate and sexy dancer, Brian was invited by our beloved Amiyo to join her dance classes and groups and later on a dance training, which he was very excited about. Unfortunately management interfered and he wasn’t allowed to assist her, being ‘Indian’ and the training had not been ok’ed for nationals.

Brian then stayed in Goa and took care of his mum who started to need care, while I moved back and forth from Goa to Poona. Meanwhile I had started working as a study tour guide for a posh German company and was touring all over India in the season, supported by beloved Brian. He often made me such a grand welcome after particularly gruesome tours … rose petals on bed … food cooked … always accepting my frequent departures and long weeks of separation with his amazing natural ability to take things as they come.

Twice I left him for good for a long time, for another lover and to follow ‘my spiritual path properly!’ … but I always eventually dared to return … and was always welcomed back to live with him in his house, in his arms.

This season was another of these returns, – a celebration of 25 years of deep trust and friendship and yes, … magical, unexplainable, never ending love … friendliness.

I am immensely grateful to have had these last three months once again together in love in Goa, ‘as if we are 16’, he used to say recently.

Atit Brian naturally knew something about unconditional love. Not from books or travels or teachers, but from an innocent place in his heart.

He was like an anchor in my life and the best teacher I could have wished for, to learn to accept what IS.

On 3rd April 2013 he had a sudden stroke at his home in Candolim whilst caring for his ill twin brother. Brian left his body on 7th April 2013, three weeks short of his 50th birthday.

Fly high, dance for us in the sky, beloved. I love you, Moga

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I am deeply touched by Atmo’s words! What a beautiful dance! Love love love!
Nirvana

Lovely remembrance. Fly, fly, fly, beloved Brian!
Pantha Abheeru

Ciao Brian, riposa in pace,
Natasha

Atmo, what a wonderful tribute to my late brother Brian, the baby of our family. It was really nice to read all about him. The love you shared really shows. I know your phone number was prefixed with the word Moga. When I last saw him in November 2011, and when he dropped me off to the airport for my return flight, who knew that would be the last time I’d see him. May his soul rest in peace,
Nilda Viegas

Hoku came to Pune 2 with his parents Sadhanali (aka Premrito) and Sudi (aka Sudiro), with whom he kept a deep and close friendship. He lived many years in Santa Fe and frequently visited India. As a street artist he also performed with his long-time partner, singer Granna Griffith and with Winter Riddle. He was fond of nature (his mother is a gardener); he loved to climb trees, cars and roofs; write poetry, paint his face, dress up and make faces (on the photo in the slideshow with the kids on the byke, Hoku is the one in the sidecar – making faces).

On Friday 17th he was remembered in a gathering in Santa Fe. Cremation at 2pm Monday, 25 May in Chicago.

See Hoku’s rap video on Osho News: livinitanlovinit
Hoku Donovan-Smith Memorial Fund

The Santa Fe Reporter writes on Saturday, May 18, 2013: Tuesday, at about 4:30 am CST, Santa Fe local Erin ‘Hoku’ Donovan-Smith fell to his death from the 16th story of a Chicago building. An autopsy concluded the 25-year-old’s death was an accident. [...] Donovan-Smith was, according to [his friend] McDonough, “an amazing film-maker and a really good rapper. He made a lot of music and poetry” and “inspired the shit out of everyone.”

Shana Hack, owner of Moon Rabbit Toys and Donovan-Smith’s former employer, says, “He was one of the best people I ever knew; he was a complete goofball and I loved him—he made everyone happy. [...] He made those around him feel good about themselves, which is a rare quality in people.” More…

Article on DNAinfo Chicago: Family of Street Performer Who Fell From High-Rise ‘in Shock’

Hoku on YouTube

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Much love. Miss you Hoku, you crazy fool.
Grannia Devlyn Griffith

Blessings and total love on your journey, my friend. As my mom, Ma Prem Shakura, told me after she left her body: “You won’t believe what’s next!”
Rishu

Fly high, Hoku! Only visiting this earth for a little while. May light guide your way….
Parinit

Dance, dance beautiful Hoku, in the love of so many who cherished you!
Nirvana

You genius magician you! The plans of adventures uttered, patiently anticipated, now fully realized…
Julie Dalness

Hoku, I have known you through your father’s eyes and words… and it is enough to understand your greatness.
Maria Cristina Angeli

Renuka’s farewell speech at the funeral of her mom.

My mother, my Ba, was the most beautiful, peaceful, loving, understanding, humble, full-of-inner-wisdom and fun-loving person. As her children, we know the full extent to which our mother’s faith inspired her life, moulded her attitudes and helped her show to others the eternal values of human life. An upright life spent in quiet dignity, a determination to pursue the virtues of compassion, humility, sacrifices and kindness to others and a grateful celebration of life. These are the elements that I wish to celebrate with you all.

Fun-loving Nirmala in Sri Lanka

with her twin great grand son and daughter, May 2013

My mother was born on 7th August 1924 in Dar-es-salaam to Karunashanker and Rukshmani Vyas. She studied at Arya Kanya Gurukul in Probander. She was a brilliant student and was awarded 4 gold medals during her academic years. One of the gold medals was awarded by the Maharajah of Kutch in 1942 for her brilliant skills in archery. Gurukul was a perfect base for her spiritual journey: discipline and inner strength.

After my father’s death in 1974 my mother and my younger brother Jyotindra came to settle in London. We looked after our mother like a flower for 39 years. As the divine Mother says “Life must blossom like a flower offering itself to the divine” and she truly started blossoming with her inner strength. In 1981 she took sannyas from Osho and her spiritual name was Ma Yoga Nirmala. We both embarked on a spiritual journey together and we were fortunate enough to meet J Krishnamurti, Dada Bhagwan, Irene Tweedie, a sufi enlightened master and were also inspired by the Mother and Shree Aurobindo. Our guru gave us total freedom to go to other living masters for guidance for which we are eternally grateful and richer.

Over the years she attended meditation workshops to learn different meditation techniques. As Osho says, “meditation is an experiment in how one attains to a gradual voluntary death – then death happens in full consciousness.”

For the last 6 months I could see that she was preparing for her conscious death. She was constantly falling into deep meditation for hours. Gradually she started dropping her worldly desires like an autumn leaf. Our communication was in silence most of the times.

Last Thursday (30th May) afternoon when she was in hospital, I could sense that she became detached from me, and my brother – dropping her last worldly attachments. Finally, at 2am last Friday our mother peacefully slipped away in my loving arms with full awareness and consciouness.

Ba, we are all going to miss you immensely, our lives won’t be the same, you were a pillar of strength, ocean of love, full of wisdom and a great source of inspiration. You have left a big vacuum in our lives. My humble prayer to you: “Please be our guide, our guardian angel so we can be like you.”

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I saw the news that ba is no more in the body! Feel sad, but we all have to go. Happy that she went nicely in your arms! I met her here in Pune. Lots of love to you. I hope to see you some time here in Pune – I am alwayes here…..
Pragya (Pune ashram)

From Arnavah’s parents and brother Paul we hear that a few days ago they received news from the US Embassy in Peru that their son, brother and friend has passed away near Machu Picchu in the Andes. At this time they do not have details of the circumstances of his death.

From his brother Paul we have received some notes for his bio:

Arnavah was born as Nathan Krystall in Michigan, USA in 1964. In 1972 he moved with the family to Kenya. He graduated from University of Massachusetts, Amherst and University of Witwatersrand, Johannesburg.

His ‘career’ was tasting the diversity of what life had to offer. He was a global traveller, spending large portions of his life in Kenya, Massachusetts, Brooklyn, Jerusalem, Johannesburg, Thailand, Cambodia, Bali, India, Greece, Taiwan, Beijing, and finally Peru.

To name just a few of his many occupations: activist for Palestinian rights of residency in Jerusalem, author of biographies (including Swimming Through Life, a biography of his father), ghost-writer, English teacher in Taiwan and Beijing, therapist and healer, musician and music producer, and many more….

Much of his adult life was spent working for societal and political causes in which he believed. His refusal to serve in the Israeli army (required of Jews who move to Israel and acquire citizenship) because he believed the army suppressed the rights of the Palestinian people landed him in prison. But the letter he wrote to the Israeli Minister of Defense explaining why he would not serve was published on the front page of every Arabic-speaking paper (and is still quoted almost 30 years later) and the authorities eventually released him. He also worked constructively for many years in the Middle-East, always for the rights of the Palestinian people.

His priority then became his spiritual path. Instigated by Oscar from Kenya he visited Pune and, in 2004-5, spent a year meditating and working there as an Osho books editor. He also trained in Core Integration bodywork and recently trained to facilitate Osho Mystic Rose.

Arnavah had the most impeccable practices for mind and body – yoga, tai chi, meditation, cleansing and strict diet – which he maintained for over 20 years. He spoke many languages: English, Swahili, Arabic and Hebrew, and was picking up Spanish. He was extremely talented in everything he did – his poetry, his music album, and his writing.

He was a pure soul who was always seeking the truth. Hopefully he found it and is now off on his next adventure.

Read his story on Osho News: Arnavah Lives out his Passion: Music!
A review of Arnavah’s CD Songs from Bed

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Arnavah, you are and inspiration. Your presence will be missed on this planet. Fly high my friend! See you in paradise. <3
Moksha

Ciao belovedissimo Arnavah! I can´t help but feel sad knowing that you have gone. May this mystery of “disappearing” be the most beautiful gift to your beautiful spirit and soul. Will miss you…
Lakshen

Beloved, thank you for the times we shared. Love to you wherever you are, precious soul.
Jivan Ananta

Beloved friend, may your song, your music, echo in our spirit, in our heart, and vibrate in our beings. Love,
Nijen

Oh! Oh! dearest beloved Arnavah! Your sudden leaving shocked the shit out of me! What the fuck did you manage up there in Peru? Well, my great singer, songwriter, ghost-writer, Rebalancer, and what not…. You’re my precious hero! I loved your fine subtle humour; it is forever ingrained in my eternal memory. I’m gonna miss you! Thank you so very much for your innocent, playful, ‘light of heart’ being here. Thank you for being my friend. I really love you. I wish you a fantastic, fabulous, smooth flight into the beyond…. Until we meet again! Bye! My sweet Man,
Rasal

My Beloved Arnavah – so many sweet and deep moments are connected with you. I have been deeply touched by your sudden departure and I send you my love and my light and prayers to wherever you are traveling now on this eternal pilgrimage. May we meet again – Love and Love,
Satsanga

Wao, Arnavah! Another wake up call? I am re-reading the last words you wrote to me a few months ago when I was in the ditch. I found in you a beautiful friend with real depth and I was looking forward to meet again.

“…so I meditate regularly and try my best to be clear and truthful. Enjoy Manali. I’m here anytime you feel to connect. Love love, Arnavah”

I am speechless and touched in the heart. Fly high, beautiful soul. Love,
Nirav

Dear Arnavah, You were a natural Osho book editor: a generous team player with a keen mind, a warm, sensitive heart and a pure soul. It was a joy to share an office with you that year. Thank you for your life and steady integrity.
Satyam

From Savita we hear: “American Prem Jeevan, an Osho sannyasin of about 37 years, left her body today, 11 August, 2013. She was 86.”

Jeevan had such a colourful life that, two years ago, when we had asked her to write her life story and her first meeting with Osho we had to split the story in two. Instead of writing her bio we would rather have you read her stories (again) in her own words:
Jeevan: Life, Love and Laughter – Part 1
Jeevan: Life, Love and Laughter – Part 2

Jeevan was one of our writers and has contributed many insightful articles and innumerable jokes. She also had an avid readership of her daily jokes (her last one was sent out just ten days ago) which many of us will miss.

During her time she spent in Pune she mostly worked as an editor, e.g. for the Osho Times. Her last job was that of audio-checking Osho’s discourses, a job she enjoyed tremendously. For many years she was an anchor point for many newcomers to the Resort, giving practical advice and making people feel welcome. She was also know for singing blues songs on various occasions. Here a taster – her own song:

Watch on YouTube

Another version of the songs can be found here…

Savita continues: “Many people have asked how Jeevan left her body. She seems to have left it beautifully…as Garimo put it, “She did it on her own” shortly after Dhyanesh had paid her a visit in the ICU today.

“We were all aware she did not want to hang around if things got bad.

“Six months ago, after she had the bone cancer diagnosis, she had told her beloved acupressure doctor, Yasmeen, that she wasn’t quite ready to go yet, because she “still had some work to do on herself…” But Yasmeen told me that just a couple of weeks ago, Jeevan had told her that “now she was ready.”

“About six days ago, she fractured a vertebra in a fall at home, and now she was laid up in a deluxe room at Inlaks. English Deven was taking very attentive care of all her needs. Many friends were visiting. She was even speaking on her phone – albeit in a muffled voice. But also she was in a lot of pain.

“When I saw her yesterday, she was very lighthearted on painkillers…smiling and willful as always as we carted her off to Ruby Hall for a procedure. Last night Yasmeen visited her in Inlaks and she told me that Jeevan had said to her then, “I’m done.”

“So there you go, she chose her timing, there’s no doubt about that.

“I went to the ICU this afternoon, just after she left, and sat with her body for a while. She was swaddled in white, her eyes open just a wee bit and she looked beautiful and serene. Deven and I laid some marigolds over her white sheet.

“Her timing coincides with the Monsoon Festival at the Osho Resort and the place is buzzing. So we can expect quite a celebration tomorrow when we take her to the ghats for what will be her last journey.”

See video of cremation on YouTube (cr Jagdish Bharti)

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AHHH Ma Prem Jeevan! “Love and Life”…. This woman was such a blessing for this Earth! I love what she said in her recent interview about “pain & orgasm”, Orgasmically Ever After. She definitely had her share! When we first met in Geetam and then San Francisco back in 1976, she was living as a gypsy in a VW van. Psychedelic and trippy to the max! I was only 24 and she was in her 40′s, and here she was talking to me about “multiple orgasms”, spirituality, and freedom! We bonded very deeply, as Jeevan was my “model” or “guinea pig” during the Postural Integration course I did with Jack Painter (RIP) in Haight Asbury at this time. Jeevan was my very first person to give 10 sessions of deep touch with, and after touching her, I just assumed that it was normal that folks had orgasms when they went inside and let go of deep tensions! We were both already sannyasins, She was always raving about Osho’s series on the Baul Mystics, called “The Beloved” and that’s just how she lived: singing, dancing, laughing, and pushing “uptight” buttons without even trying! Jeevan is a real “devotee” of the Divine Osho. I know she touched thousands and thousands of hearts over her richer than rich lifetime. She is touching me big time right now, through her passing from this shore, taking me deeper into no-mind and “not knowing”, and even more gratitude to the Master. I’m pretty sure as she was dying, she was feeling a major release and laughing, crying, and singing inside. Her ultimate and greatest Orgasm. I love you a lot Beloved Jee. Thanks for everything you showered on me and the Sangha.
Anubuddha

Thank you Jeevan, you lifted my spirit every time we met, and your light was that of a glorious sun, setting into beauty, joy and peace. You never failed to recognize me, although there were not many meetings. And for that I understood it was not of appearances but of soul. Thank You Beautiful One, Rest and Laugh with the Master. Love,
Hema

I am so grateful that I met you, long time ago in Pune. You inspire me!
Ganga

Jeevan, beloved, I am sure your soul is still singing and laughing. We made friends on the houseboats in Kashmir, inquiring about our inner child in DeHypnotherapy. You had such a cheerful and magical child inside you, still well alive in the grown up wise and beautiful woman you were. It’s been an honor to be in your company and presence, and certainly a pleasure, always. I love you,
Madita

I do not have many words, but I will keep you in sweet memory. Go with all my love for you.
Riten

My pranam to Ma Jeevan, she lived and died joyfully.
Dhyan Gaurav

My beloved friend Jeevan, I laugh and cry, seeing her smiling face… a face I remember from her time in Japan, just when she decided to go to Poona “for good.” We had long talks and moments of laughter then, near Kyoto, in her small room. We met again in the commune, she was singing jazz, working, living behind the German Bakery, happy. I had not seen her for a long time but I didn’t miss her recent juicy interview and I just felt “she is OK now”. So I feel sad, of course, but I understand when she said she was now ready. I believe she was! Watching her send-off celebration on YouTube, I joined with all my heart!
Parampara

I want to share with everyone, some mails from Jeevan to Garimo over the last year, expressing her ecstasy and gratitude in her work with the Osho audio-checking project >>

September 22, 2012:
Beloved Garimo, I just had to share with you this quote today from #75 of The Book of Secrets, which thrilled me and can be used as a selling point, if one is ever needed for this meditation, audiochecking. Which it is not, of course, for me. I am in ecstasy during all of these sessions with Osho!

“You are here listening to me. This very listening can become a transformation. If you are entirely here, this very moment here and now, if your entirety is listening, that listening will become a meditation: you will enter a different realm of ecstasy, a separate reality.”

June 15, 2013:
As usual I enjoyed very much these discourses and am sorry they are finished because it means there are no more for me to do! But perhaps you will find other work for me now. I certainly hope so.

June 19, 2013:
Goody that you found Osho work for me! How I love to hear his voice and what he tells me! Whoopee! Thank you, beloved Garimo, for your filling my Osho life so fully!

July, 5, 2013:
I finished the first 5 discourses of the Zen book and wondered if you wanted me to send you them – or should I just carry on with the rest. As usual, I’m enjoying them so much.

******

Missing you here in Pune…. Fly High, Beloved!

Sheelu

What a joyous person with a great heart and a great sense of humour. It was a privilege to know her.
Gyan Sourabh

Prem Rajiva was in Poona in the late eighties and early nineties.

He was a major contributor and organiser of the Bundagen community near Coffs Harbour, New South Wales, Australia. His acceptance and open heart brought a constant stream of visitors to his lounge room and finally to his bedside in the last months of his life. He had a melanoma removed in 2012 and then in September 2013 he began a contest which, sadly, he did not win.

A celebration of his life will be held on Friday, 3rd January 2014 at the Main House at Bundagen.

Text from Divyam Raga

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From Mega we hear that Shanti Gerard (G. Spaans) died this morning in a car accident in Holland. In Pune 2 he was part of the Tibetan Pulsing group.

Swami Anand Jaap also died in the accident which happened after leaving from a New Year’s party in Loosdrecht. From the four passengers two survived, one after having been rescued out of the wreck in the canal by the second.

De Telegraph: Twee doden bij ongeluk Hollandsche Rading

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Dear Shanti, fly home. I have good rememberances of you. Thank you for being you. Fly high,
Mahadevi

By my good friend,
Amano

Bye Shanti. With your big heart, enjoy your freedom. You always went to the edge…and always came out. This time, on the other side… Now you enjoy, rest in freedom. Love,
Jwala

Jaap was born on 10 January 1945 and died on 1st January 2014 during a car accident.

He was involved in the same accident as Shanti Gerard which occurred after a New Year’s party in Loosdrecht, Holland. From the four passengers two survived, one after having been rescued out of the wreck in the canal by the second.

De Telegraph: Twee doden bij ongeluk Hollandsche Rading

There will be a celebration for both friends at the burial grounds of Westgaarde, tomorrow Wednesday, 8th January, 11am. Google Map

Photo credit Madhu

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Beloved Jaap, Thanks for your easy friendship, your delightful chuckles, and of course your great cooking…. Fly high, you’re lucky to have Shanti by your side.
Srajano

Mangala was born in England, moved to New Zealand as a child and obtained a degree in psychology there. She spent several years as a successful magazine writer, before editing a progressive women’s magazine in South Africa. In 1975 she met Osho and the whole direction of her life changed. In the many years she spent in his presence she integrated the profound wisdom of his discourses on what he called ‘The Psychology of the Buddhas’ into her own experience through an extensive range of therapy groups and intensive meditation.

One of her first discoveries on the spiritual path was the use of tarot cards which she found to be a far more accurate and perceptive tool for delving into human consciousness than her earlier studies in psychology. She later added a number of other psychic tools but it is tarot, and shortly after numerology, that formed the foundation of her inquiries into her own mind and very soon, the minds of others.

For the past 30 years she has been a professional psychic and intuitive counsellor. She ran various workshops in many parts of the world teaching people how to become more conscious and to develop their own intuitive capacities.

In spring 2011 she was diagnosed with a rectal tumour, which later spread to the liver and the lungs. She had operations in India and later alternative treatments in Frankfurt, Germany. After a short visit to India recently where she closed off all her ties, and back in her German base in Cologne, she decided just last week to be hospitalised in England, on the Isle of Man where her brother and sister-in-law are living. This is where she left her body this morning.

Update Saturday, 13th October: Mangala’s body was cremated yesterday, Friday, 12th October, 2pm on the Idle of Man. Osho Centres like Uta in Cologne and Miasto in Italy will be celebrating and giving her a send-off at 7pm today.

Update 12th December 2012: We hear from Ayako Watanabe that Mangala’s numerology book was published in Japan and so became her last work in Japan. On 9th December her ｄeath celebration was held together with a commemorative ceremony of this publication.

Read Mangala’s story how she took sannyas: I Had Expected Him To Seduce Me

Mangala in the evening sun

Mangala in Cologne with Pratima and Garimo

Mangala with Divy, Pachurya, Prageet and Nritya, Dec 2011

Mangala photographed by Devesh

Mangala and Pankaja

Mangala with Dhiren and Nritya in London, Sept 2011

Mangala with Rani and Kiya celebrating her birthday 21.11.2011

Veena and Mangala in Dunster

Panky and Mangala visiting Madhura

Madhura, Mangie and Panky

Mangala

Mangala teaching to read tarot cards

Mangala teaching to read tarot cards

teaching Tarot Reading

Mangala

Mangie and Meera

Mangala (far right) taking notes in darshan

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You can also leave a message on her Facebook page: facebook.com/Mangala/

Beloved, woke up early in bed with the freezing Indian 4-leggeds of mine, whom you also knew and loved… You were on your departure date and only yesterday I opened my computer after days here in Sweden. Many times I had you in thoughts Mangala and so I read the latest update from Savita. Knowing you were so close to let go also when we met a month ago in Pune. Expecting to hear this now – Now. Feel you close in heart and as in the early morning my thoughts went to you, lying here in bed waiting for dawn. You were leaving then, beloved friend of many shades, I wish your Journey be filled with the Light and Peace of the Still Great Heart. Farewell dear, farewell and shukriya forever for all shared ♥,
Ghoshana

It has been so joyful having traveled with you during this life time and I always feel you dearly in my heart. All my love for the next step in this, our amazing journey,
Bhagawati

Oh beloved Mangie, it’s finally happened where this body just didn’t make it anymore as it will be the case for all of us still walking this earth. In my heart I feel strongly that you are in a great ‘place’. My love for you, my memory about you will stay deeply rooted, dearest friend from so many moons ago (to be precise, from 1975 when we met at that bus stop in Himachal Pradesh – remember? – traveling up to a Vipassana meditation retreat with Christoper Titmuss, then a Thai monk called Luong Pee, in Dalhousie). From there we both (at different times) went to Poona and met our Master Osho. And what a journey it’s been from then on! Wow! And now you have crossed into another realm, so unknown, so mysterious…. You are with us precious one, always. With all my love,
Gabriele (German Gatha)

It is so many years that I did a Mystic Rose in Pune with Mangala but even now, when I close my eyes, I can see her beautiful laughter that had touched me so much!
Devatara

eloved Mangala and fellow traveller, have a beautiful journey to the other shore. I just heard about your leaving yesterday here in Brasil. We sang for you in our White Robe celebration yesterday. It was such a gift to have known you and shared many beautiful moments with you. I will never forget the parties in your house in Poona. Love is a fire………
Svagito

Beloved Mangie, you were one of the great sannyasin characters and were loved and appreciated by so many friends. You were also an inspiration to thousands of people attending your Numerology and Tarot workshops in Japan, Taiwan, Hong Kong and China. I remember laughing with delight at your tales of how, during your groups, you sneaked Osho in ‘the back door’ via meditation and stories, thus sending off so many on their own journeys of self exploration.

Your courage during this last year of illnes touched me so much. I will miss you but will always be inspired by you. As you lay dying I searched for some Osho words and found these from ‘The Osho Upanishad’:

I have heard from the ancients that those who know how to live automatically come to know how to die. Their death is a thing of beauty, because they only die outwardly; inwardly the life journey continues.

A conscious life is rewarded by existence with a conscious death. And to die consciously is to know the ultimate orgasmic experience of life, and to know simultaneously that nothing dies, only forms change. You are moving into a new house – and of course a better house, on a higher level of consciousness. You use the opportunity to grow.

Die with a joke on your face – the smile, the thankfulness, the gratitude for all that life has given to you.

And this I say to you: death is fiction. There is no death because nothing dies, only things change. And if you are aware, you can make them change for the better.”

Your moving on reminds me to live more consciously. I thank you with much love,
Veena

Beloved Mangala and fellow traveller, have a beautiful journey to the other shore. I just heard about your leaving yesterday here in Brasil. We sang for you in our White Robe celebration yesterday. It was such a gift to have known you and shared many beautiful moments with you. I will never forget the parties in your house in Poona…. Love is a fire………
Svagito

Premgit from Zurich writes: “When a friend like Shanti Dhanya (Marianne Inauen) leaves their body after a long illness it creates a deep gap in our lives. We are sad that we will never again laugh, sing, play, argue or meditate together. We are glad that her body has found now peace and we wish her that it is carried on wings onto the other shore.

“Shanti has lived a life of devotion and interior investigation. She has gone fearlessly her (not always easy) way. Her enthusiasm for mantra singing and singing in general was infectious. She made it easy for us to trust her. For everything that she has given us we are grateful and will cherish each bit. We will miss her.”

Anugraha’s singing group will dedicate their songs to her on Saturday, 13th October.

The death celebration for Shanti Dhanya will be held on Thursday, 18th October at 2pm in the Catholic church of Bühler near St. Gallen.

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Beloved Shanti, the whole week your presence was felt and many moments when I played the beautiful mantras of Deva Premal it was as if you were striking some tunes on your guitar… Tonight I will chant and sing with Anu and friends, and later on dance with the Buddhas = to celebrate your flight into the unknown, celebrate myself and all of us in this prescious form… Although I knew your body was ill, still when you left it felt sudden. It dawns only now on me that you are gone! Last time we met and hugged you said: “You know I am a cool person”…to me you were a strong and delicate woman and I often felt a silence around you and a little mischief in your laughter…. Bon voyage Shanti, much love and be blessed on your journey,
Mahana

Liebe Shanti, ich danke dir aus tiefem Herzen, dass du dein Leben, deine Liebe, deine aufrichtige Wahrheitssuche und auch deinen Abschied, der mich tief beeindruckt und berührt, mit uns geteilt hast. Wieder und wieder die Lektion, dass dieses Leben so kostbar ist… moment to moment. In Dankbarkeit und Verbundenheit… beyond and beyond, where all the lovers meet. Gute Reise, Shanti!
Parna

Shanti, me on this side, you travelling the other shore. I am still resonating with you, “go on and on, in this sweet song, higher and higher.” Thank you so much for being such an honest friend, for your courage to go through so much, and for letting me be with you in your life and in your journey out of your body. It was so good that in your very fragile hours you forgot my presence next to you, I was glad not to disturb you in your inner process, and yet so fortunate to be with you, in silence, in presence, sometimes just giving a gentle touch, a word of trust. You gave me so much more in return Travel well, beyond the beyond the beyond, light and easy, I am with you, in the light of love, always.
Anugraha

Beloved Shanti Dhanya, I wish you a safe journey to the land I haven’t explored yet. Danke für die Jahre, die wir haben teilen können.
Sw. Parva

When Osho returned to India after his World Tour Osho stayed for a few months in Prakash’s house ‘Sumila’ near Juhu Beach, Mumbai, before returning to Pune in 1987. During that time daily discourses were held in the large living room of the house.

Prakash was 84 years old.

Prakash in 2011, CD of the Bardo on his desk

Osho speaking in Sumila Mumbai

Suraj Prakash with Osho

Suraj Prakash in his favourite red vest

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The announcement came from Subhan in Seattle and Mradula, his beloved partner, wrote this about ten days ago:

“Anurodh is also ‘German’. He was in Pune 1 for about two years, skipped the Ranch (was a lawyer in Germany during that time) and was in Pune 2 for the whole time until Osho left his body. He’s a big, beautiful guy and meditates about three hours a day – much more now that he’s in a prone position all the time. He has about two months left, or so he’s been told. He’s in great spirits. Says he’s lived a beautiful life, especially with me. So sweet of him.

We’ve been together for about 25 years, now. We are living in the USA in a beautiful little house we built together (yes, our hands – the Ranch taught us a lot!) on the water in the Pacific Northwest. We have a successful Online business that right now is keeping me very busy, as well as my attending to Anurodh. I’m doing all that he used to do in the business as well. I had no idea how much that was! I appreciate him even more. Anu is completely lucid and his laser-like wit and sense of humor are as sharp as ever!

I love him so much.”

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We hear from Cynthia Scotkin, his former wife: “Gitesh (David A. Scotkin) passed into the Universe after a long struggle with cancer. David was a complex and loving person, and though we were no longer married, our relationship grew and bloomed in the last three years – during which we spoke once or twice daily.

“His wish was to be cremated and I will be receiving his ashes. According to his wishes, next summer, I, along with his family, will take them to the Atlantic.

“He was the love of my life. Although I mourn his passing, I rejoice that we shared so much for so long.

She also writes, “He visited Pune twice and loved Ma Kaveesha very much.

“His creativity had hit new heights toward the end of his life…” – which brought us to publishing some of his haikus in: The Hollow Bamboo – “If anyone would like to hear his music, see his art, or read his poetry, his web site is: www.davidscotkin.com”

Read Cynthia Scotkin’s poem which she sent to us today: Heading Home through the Forest

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We hear from Mangala Marga and his twin brother Raghu Kondori that Rama left his body on Saturday morning 7:20 Indian time in his house in Anjuna, Goa. He died in the arms of Raghu while Mangala was holding his hands. They kept eye contact with him and they say that he left his body conciously and looked peaceful. He had been suffering from a liver cancer in its advanced stages and was in a lot of pain despite strong medication.

After dealing with formalities they prepared his body; the men washed and dressed him in white and mala and adorned his body with lots of flowers. As he had requested, his body was cremated at the burning ghats in Mapusa the same afternoon, surrounded by a few friends.

There will be a celebration for him on Friday, 14th December, 3.30-5pm, at “Bean Me Up” (0832-2273479) www.beanmeup.in, 1639/2 Deulvaddo, Anjuna ( Near Petrol Pump), Goa, India.

His ashes will be scattered in the river, as he had wished.

There will be a celebration for Rama Ji, on Friday 14 December

Read Rama’s last poem: I Become the Sea

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Rama, beautiful crazy free spirit,
as I always remember you,
Garfield Place Brooklyn,
since then, looking at the pictures
you became even more and more beautiful
touched by the stars in your eyes
I cry and smile and realize:
how thrilling – we all meet again!

Deva Anando