… left her body on 11th December 2012
We hear from Pratap that Ma Yoga Prem (better known as Big Prem) died early this morning of heart failure.
“There will be a death celebration at 2:00 pm today in the Osho Auditorium at the Resort in Pune. Everyone is invited to come. We will dance and celebrate, and give her a beautiful send-off. Afterwards, everyone is invited to accompany the body to the Ghats at the river for the Burning Celebration.”
Maneesha got the message that, Prem “called Dhyanesh and said ‘I’m dying’ and then said ‘I can’t speak anymore’. By the time Dhyanesh arrived at her room, she had already left her body.”
Celebrate death too, because death is not the end of life but the very crescendo of life, the very climax. It is the ultimate of life.”
Read Osho’s answer to one of Big Prem’s questions: Big Prem – You Are Simply Big
Photos thanks to Chetana, Avibha, Rajneesh Arya, Jagdish Bharti, Prem Setu, osho.com et. al.
Ma Yoga Prem grew up in Chicago and came to India to meet Osho in the early seventies, attending camps in Mount Abu. She got her nickname Big Prem initially to distinguish her from another American Prem but it remained throughout her life because of her impressive stature.
In Pune I she transcribed Osho’s darshans – she had the quickest fingers in town! – and also participated in the Saswad experiment. On the Ranch, among other jobs, she also worked as a mom in Magdalena. After the Ranch she lived in Connecticut with Swiss Philippe and his two teenage children. In Pune II they purchased a room in the Commune which allowed her to live there to the present day.
Big Prem was one of the few of us who learned to speak Hindi fluently!
She had been in long-term relationships with equally tall and handsome men and we would like to mention them here with much gratitude: Rakesh, Philippe and Vairagya.
Beloved Prem, Thank you wishing your journey returning to the source filled with the light that you were in the body. Love,
Beloved One, we did work together many times, cracking up with laughter, shedding tears, sat silently, did nothing… A loving connection, birthday sisters… You are in the hearts of so many of us, we will miss you. Fly, fly high, my heart is with you… bye, beloved,
Dear Big Prem, I will never forget when we met for the first time in 1980 sitting on the benches lined up at Lao Tzu gate waiting to go into darshan (which actually was my sannyas darshan). I was so very nervous and you started to talk to me, probably trying to get me to relax. Of course when you asked me my name I did say Giuseppe because I was not a sannyasin yet, and will always remember how sweet you were, and that every time when you met me afterwards in the ashram you yelled at the top of your voice in your American accent “Ciau Ghiusseppiiiii” to my great embarassement! See you soon Big Prem! Ciau,
One hot afternoon last year in New Delhi, I patronized the Central Cottage Industries Emporium on Janpath. I walked into the bedding department and a familiar looking tall woman in a green salwar kameez passed me. I stopped, turned and then she too turned, it was Big Prem! Such a marvelous chance encounter as she and her beloved, Vairagya, had also just arrived in Delhi, on their way to see the mother of all cricket games, the match between India and Pakistan in Chandigarh. The four of us launched right into reconnecting and talking where we had left off about 25 years ago, draped over the display counter until one of the shop’s staff asked politely if we could take our reunion elsewhere as customers were unable to see the merchandize! I feel blessed to have seen you so recently and enjoyed our laughing together! Farewell beloved friend!
Beloved with the sweetest ever smile, as your neighbour in Eckhart house we shared so many laughs and crazy times! Always ebullient with an inexhaustable supply of joyous energy, I loved being around you. Your love for Osho was boundless. And how he must be laughing that you chose today of all days to join him! A wondeful birthday gift! Enjoy the blessed space you must now be in. Love,
Beloved Big Prem, you where the first one I met in 1979 as I had brought gifts from Rocky’s family. I will never forget that first hug. We remained friends all these years and I am eternally grateful for all the conversations we had via Skype for the last years, as you supported me through difficult times. I loved that we shared many intimate conversations and you even got to talk with Mother. I was going to Poona in January to see you, now I will see you everywhere, especially in my morning sunrises. I love you, Big Prem, forever and ever. You are irreplaceable. I will listen for silent whisperings, as I now have an understanding of that which never dies. One heart – All One. Love,
Beloved Big Prem, your spirit was always kind and big. I always felt welcomed in your presence. Bon voyage, beautiful being,
My most beloved Prem, how many sannyas celebration have we spent together between candles, music, pillows, just to arrange beautifully the Celebration? Ciao my beloved one and only big!
I will never forget our walks to White Robe Brotherhood every evening while I visited the Resort. Though we were usually late in our slow walking, I knew they would always keep the gateless gate open for you. Now you are free. Hallelujah, Love’s returning home!
I knew Big Prem since the early 70s when she would come to do Ethiopian Dance with me, every day for over 2 years. I loved her very much, and will really miss her hugs. I am grateful for knowing her. Hope to see you somewhere, sometime. Love,
Beloved, beautiful Big Prem. Yes, fly high! And a big hug to my friend Vairagya. It’s like, she gave the greatest gift to Osho on his birthday. Love,
Most beloved Big Prem … and the mystery continues …
You are my beloved. From the first moment we met, in Krishna House in the early 70’s, it was as if we were continuing from where we left off in another life. It was so natural and at ease. Premala, now who can I call and chat for hours swinging from one mood to another, laughing and crying, whining and then opening with wisdom into cosmos. I want to meet you again and again and again… I wonder if you can hear my heart saying this? Love,
You have always been love first and foremost. Big Love, Big Prem. You are in my heart.
Dear Ma Big Prem, I heard about this news when someone sent me a message from Australia. Ma Big Prem had a very strong effect in my life. I had met her in 2006 when I went to the Osho Ashram and was going through the most difficult time of my life. Ma Big Prem treated me like her own son. Am sure your soul is watching us, Ma Big Prem. Your memories will be in my heart and mind forever, mother. Love you, Ma Big Prem, she fondly called me Choo Choo. ‘Choo Choo’ is Indian slang. She gave me strength and love as a mother would give to her child.
P.S – I would love to meet Viragya very soon. Have not been to the ashram since 4 years.
I don’t quite understand such a sudden magic in the air! Since yesterday’s send-off celebrations to beloved Big Prem in the Osho Auditorium and later confining her body to the elements at the Burning Ghats, I find such a thick layer of ‘love energy’ released all over the place that it is not easy to believe. I have no longer any way of telling how much of it is subjective, how much of it is objective, how much is a mixture of the two or if there at all exists any demarcation anywhere. Never before had I experienced such tangible ocean of love energy that keeps me constantly melted, tears almost brimming without any reason….. I wonder if the master chooses a certain moment, person and setting to release such energy. It must be so! Love, Big Prem,
Yoga Pratap Bharati
I and my wife met Ma Big Prem just 2 months back in Sep 2012 for her last Mystic Rose. Never ever, I had seen so much energy overflowing like it was flowing from Big Prem… My god. We were drowned in her love, laughter, innocent childlike being. What we received in a month staying with her cannot be explained in words. We feel you more than before. And I can hear Osho saying, “Aha, here comes Big Prem.” Enjoy! We will join you anytime,
Abhishek and Shraddha Patel
Dissolve into the universe of love
And then spread it in space
That’s the way I know you.
Yesterday morning I felt your loving presence around, whispering in my ear, „Remember you are a Buddha.” I love that one! I absolutely loved working together with you in the Sannyas-Office – your open heart for all and everything. Joy, Joy, Joy!
We had such a special time together at the Humaniversity, that it lives in my heart forever. Our first day together, watching Osho’s death and crying so much and then laughing and celebrating for days and weeks. You, Emma and me on the couch laughing every morning. You showed me the very best of life. Do you remember our last party together? You asked me to open up my arms and receive the great love. I feel you so much these days and I promise you that I will keep your gift alive in my heart. Love you and thank you for your full giving,
Beloved One, Indivar told me about your departure on the phone this morning. Tears are running down my cheeks, my heart is overflowing… no words… just love and gratefulness… what we shared in Mystic Rose cannot be said. I feel it now. And for a moment I am standing on the Osho Plaza again dancing with you in the Kirtan your friends are doing for your Mystic Rose demo… Thank you for your big love! And Vairagya, much love to you from
It happened, didn’t it Big Prem? Osho could not wait any longer. Two decades was more than he could do without you. And he made you leave on the day he had arrived in the world. You departed covered with roses, surrounded by laughter, music, dance. Did you see the horde of your lovers that came to bid you adieu? Did you see the adoration in their eyes? You must have smiled your charming smile of a happy sun ringed with the glow of your love.
I remember the myriad lunches we had together in Mariam. How you would fill my thali with savouries. I remember your visits to my house. Never did you come empty handed. A dozen tarts, a dozen croissants, pastry, snacks. Your joy at simply being alive, your child-like laughter, your kindness and generosity are precious treasures of my memory. Be happy with your beloved Osho, dearest Prem. Love him, hug him, kiss him, but only for today. Tomorrow put him to the strict regime of your Mystic Rose! And remember, dearest Prem, I love you from the depths of my heart. And will love you. Always,
Beloved Big Prem, I remember you so well. You were a great neighbor at Eckhart house. We went on a boat trip with Osho together in Oregon and had a lot of fun together. Last time I saw you were in Poona in 1997. I was visiting Poona after a long time and remember standing in the Welcome Center feeling a bit lost. Didn’t recognize anybody, and suddenly you were there. You said: “I heard this voice telling me to go to the Welcome Center. Didn’t know why, because I seldom go there. Now I know why I had to come there. You were here and I had to come and welcome you!” My heart melted and I was so happy seeing an old friend. We hugged and laughed for a long time. You have always been very special to me. I will always love you, you beautiful, loving soul. There is so much light in your being. I know your journey now is of pure light and love. With eternal love,
My bestest friend Big Prem is on her way – and my heart is full of her. We’ve had a 37 year friendship – beginning in one of those ‘terrible’ groups where we told each other how much we hate. I wanted to leave and she persuaded this California sunshine girl to bear up under it! I did and I’m ever grateful for her presence in my life since then. Our whole life together has been a series of mutually helping out and sharing with lots of laughter to go with. A few years ago I was in hospital for three weeks and mostly every night she appeared with something of comfort. She entertained the staff in her wonderful Hindi talk and her delightful presence was a definite part of my healing. We connected in that very special way that friends of the heart connect and there is so little to say about it – it’s love – in a non-verbal way. She and I did it with jokes and laughter and I miss her as that laughing partner. More recently it was mostly over the phone: she lived in the Resort which is too far for me to walk and she seldom left her room. Her health had became more difficult. I had turned her on to my precious Doctor Yasmine who also fell in love with her and could have helped her if she had chosen to. It was indeed Yasmine who alerted me that something was happening with Prem at 8am that morning with a phone call. Prem had called her but it was then too late. Prem was a shining star in my firmament and I am happy she is flying out of her damaged body. Also, she got the Resort to celebrate Osho’s birthday along with her deathday – watta girl! Go love go!
Beloveds, I spent three hours with Big Prem on 9th December. We drank tea and gossiped. She was feeling totally blessed and kept asking if I felt the same, which i did. She mentioned how beautiful the Indian Sodexo workers looked after her and did many small and big things that were not their job. They also where caught by Big Prem and her big heart. The next day I was getting some homeopathic thing for her and we joked on the phone, and the following day I found out early in the morning that she had left her body. I went to the Resort and sat with her body and said my goodbyes – I could have sworn that she was still breathing. In the Celebration, when Osho told a joke, I saw her smile. I danced and walked with her body to the burning ghats with many other beautiful friends. She made Osho’s birthday a beautiful celebration outside all the politics which she disliked. We all joined in one heart. I came back to sit with her body after discourse again, just the two of us, and I watched as her body disappeared. It was beautiful, she died in her beloved Pune, in the place she loved. She was feeling blessed, and full, and loved. Somehow I will miss her beautiful presence, though she rides with me in my heart. She was my beloved friend and fellow crazy lady. Love love love, don’t miss any moment: one never knows when it will be the last. Big hugs, Big Prem, my beloved beloved. Love is here now,
Big Prem, my soul sister, my best friend in Pune. We have shared so many days and weeks and months and years together, I will miss all that but our deeper connection will be there for ever, even stronger than ever. I love you so much! I can tell endless stories of our laughs, cooking, dancing, partying, celebrating May birthdays, spending nights in your room, sharing our stories, love life, you loving my mom and my family like your own … so on and so forth…. I was blessed that you become my friend from the very first day we met in the 70’s and also worked side by side in the Publishing Department in 1979-80. I better stop. So long my friend, we celebrate you – always.
Big Prem, jiii! Howdy, my next-door neighbor – flying somewhere now – you took care of me like a child when I was sick – and said you were getting post-partum blues when I was leaving Poona afterwards… You had real parties nearly every night with food you cooked, and all sorts of characters enjoying themselves with lively discussion – a born hostess by night, and a confidante by day. We told each other secrets of the heart. I know your body suffered, and you flew anyway, flew in life and flew in being popped out of this body too, now – Manifestor wild woman seeking ever more the wild. Much love, Big Friend,
Dearest Prem, at last I’ve found your site! Danced with your body down to the ghats, what strong energy, what a soulful heartfelt farewell feeling, singing our holy fire songs and you going up in flames and everyone dancing. So sudden, Prem – old pal on the darshan diaries, neighbour in Eckhart, companion at Saswad, sweet fellow RA sufferer and sharer of secrets. Such a sudden surprise, your passing, but thank you for having been you.
I was at your Mystic Rose group in 2003 in Pune and I will never forget your big heart and your compassion for all of us. Thank you.
You are in the hearts of so many of us, we will miss you. Fly, fly high, my heart is with you…. Bye, beloved….. Somebody has said these words before and I am only copying them, but they are the words I would use. I remember all the sweet moments with you, our time together in the Meditaion Resort. I love you forever,
You’ve been in my heart from the time we first met in Bombay in 1972. I remember walking down the street with you in Bombay, and all the admiring attention you got from the men we passed; your warm openness to everyone. It was impossible not to love you. I called you from a phone booth alongside a highway when you were at a meditation center in San Francisco and Chaitanya and I were traveling around the US teaching meditation, Rakesh our driver. I told you that you had to fly to wherever we were to join us (“You gotta me this guy, Premmie! He’s perfect for you”) and you did, the four of us traveling together until CC and I moved to the ashram in India. You and Rakesh (who’d bonded within moments of meeting) soon joined us. Who will ever forget your ashram wedding, and the decorated elephant hired to ride you guys around Koregon Park after the ceremony. I remember you meeting Phillipe for the first time…remember so many things. I’ve missed not having you in life for so long, but will always love you. Love,