Satgyana left his body on April 27, 2011 at 6.30am
Neera writes, “Our most beloved Satgyana died this morning (27 April 2011) at 6.30am, just as simply and sweetly in the way that he lived his life. He even died sitting up as he had hoped, showing us all that he was a true yogi right to the end. I am so happy for him. He is free at last.”
Lovingly remembered by many friends in the caravanserai, Satgyana made the transition, having experienced with much awareness cancer spreading throughout his body. His beloved, Neera said during the process, “Sometimes Satgyana struggles with going through this experience and is weary of it, but mostly he still has such clarity in his blue eyes, and a sweet smile, and a curiosity of where this all leads.”
They both managed a journey to India fairly recently and also spent a day in the ashram and sat in the samadhi. Upon return to Boulder, Satgyana felt to spend the remaining time that he had quietly in the mountains, which they did, occasionally enjoying visits by friends.
Parmita writes: “Satgyana, my beautiful friend, has left our world but will stay with me forever. He was such a total example for me of how to live a simple and elegant life. I always called him my Sadhu and Lover of Light. He would come home every day to our mountain home and I would see him wrapped in a lungi walking up the hill to our observation tower to sit and see the sunset each day, then he came down and sat outside on a simple picnic table spread out a cloth and ate the simple food of a monk.
When he found out that the cancer had spread he sat down with each of his friends and told them simply that death was nothing special but comes to us all. He also told me that he was absolutely happy with his life and that in reflecting on it, if he had a choice he would live the same life again and would not have changed anything.
He had moved into the apartment we have and he was so happy. He kept saying how it was such a luxury and he had never had such a beautiful home. In fact just having a picture window, woodstove and carpet made a very simply space into a luxury for him, it was his heart that made it full of love and light. I would often come home and find him either in the sunlight soaking it up or in front of the window in full lotus sitting there.
Even into the late stage of illness he would be often sitting lotus style in the sunlight watching the birds. He embraced what came in the most graceful way and rarely complained even though he was in pain. He always had a bright smile and an irreverent joke to tell. He told Neera many times that he wanted to die sitting up. At the end we all felt that he simply saw it was time and let go completely. He was conscious right to the end and when Neera heard his breathing rattling she called Nityanando and they sat him up, he breathed several breaths and slipped out of this world, like the Sadhu he always was. It was a conscious death, the kind we all can only hope for.
We had a full sannyas style death celebration, he was covered with flowers and friends either sat with his body or sang. The next morning we dressed his body and put it on a stretcher Ashik built and put more flowers around. After another round of sitting and song we loaded him into his old subaru that had lasted for years and drove down Boulder Canyon slowly with 15 cars following with flashers and balloons holding up all kinds of traffic. We went to the crematory where it had been prearranged to be able to deliver him directly to the burning oven. In this way it was so great to keep it all in our world even though we are no longer in India.”
It is an honour to know you. It was an experience to walk with you for a while. Save travels……..
Whether we were a team on the truck in Rajneeshpuram cleaning the outhouses, or meetings in the Resort, or drinking wine on Ibiza, there was always your big lovely smile and a joke. Farewell Satgyan, it’s been a joy to know you,
Hi Satgyana, saw you last year next to Buddha Hall watching the Dance … it was your true nature … watching … guarding Osho’s most precious body and, who knows, maybe you are called to guard somewhere else now … when I saw you then you greeted and I greeted you back. We knew each other as travellers throughout the many decades with Osho in different places on this planet … having lived through many transitions … I am, Satgyana, waving wildly at you … a smile spreads like the rising sun, up into my eyes, flowing with tears … am grateful that you have been here… see you later some-where, some-space, some-time … with love …
We didn’t know each other well on a personal level but his presence was always enjoyed throughout the early years with Osho and later on on the Old Muddy. There was something about him that I felt pulled by. I suppose it was his genuineness. Sweet soul fly high.
“Sats”, the wild man of the trees, as I called him, will stay forever in my heart. I am so grateful for the many months he spent with us in the North of Mallorca, trying to create a sacred space in the forest, his dedication to meditation, his simplicity and contentedness, his modesty and his sometimes wicked laughter. He was/is such a loveable soul, one in a million, and now a drop in the ocean, where we will join him when our body-time is up! Fly high, Satgyana, farewell and thank you for being you!
Thank you for letting us know that our dear Satgyan has left his body after a long struggle with cancer. I know Satgyan and Neera from Poona 1, and I am so happy to know that their love for each other endured throughout the years and must have been a huge source of strength during difficult times. Satgyan was a wonderful soul, a real sadhu and yogi, a friend and a fun person to know. Thoughts are with you, Neera, and all of Sats’ friends.
I am happy that we still met in Pune, farewell beloved…merging with the big something.
Fly! Satgyan! fly! with love
Amazing…. I still see him sitting peacefully at Lao Tzu Gate. Goodbye beloved friend!
Fly on, Satgyan, fly on…..
Sending great love ….
It was such joy to work with Satgyana. He always had a sense of humor and was so dedicated to whatever he was doing. I will always remember him as a man of truth and joy.
Our paths crossed from time to time always with a smile. We will cross again at some point. Enjoy the voyage.
Beloved Satgyana, only now in July 2012 I see that you left your body last year. In my mind you were still in Meera for lunch last season where I liked to watch you eat with your fingers at a table near me. You looked to me like a model sannyasin, so surrendered beautiful and simple. We rarely spoke in recent years; it was sufficent to nod our heads at each other to acknowledge what we shared.
Love to you and to dear Neera too. Lovely to see the photos of you both.