…left her body on 27th September 2015.
From Prabha we hear that Deva Prasuna died five days before her 75th birthday in Florida.
Prasuna took sannyas in Pune during the seventies. In Rajneeshpuram she worked in various places, including the restaurants and the laundry. She also cooked in the Portland disco.
For many years she was a companion to a woman suffering from Alzheimer’s and also studied caregiving for Alzheimer’s patients.
She is remembered as a kind and generous friend who lived life her way and to the fullest. She will be very much missed.
On 2nd October her friends will celebrate her birthday both in Florida and California.
Namaste Didi-ji Prasuna Goa Aloha, we met in the Paradise of Poona 1 and in so many places since then. Next in the new commune in the sky. You grew the wings to fly high and now the angels are welcoming you. So sweet and fun to know you.
Prasuna, there was never anyone like you. We had so many extended laughs across oceans, mountains and streams….. May you stay forever young! Love,
She was my cleaning Mama on the Ranch; she taught me how to clean two townhouses with a zillion bathrooms and a zillion different types of dirty laundry within 6 hours. I was so impressed by her; her charm, her generosity and her laughter. It was sooooo much fun to be around her; her funnny ways of looking at life, and her expertise…. She taught many things, amongst which I remember one very well, “It is only your mind that makes things look impossible to be done, nothing else. Let your energy take over, and all will be done magically.” How right she was!
Thank you my love for being such a kind, wise and crazy woman. I will always remember you and your laughter, on the porch in the evenings, when we cleaners all had a drink with Sam. Fly high, I am sure you will!
I met Prasuna working together in Nagarjuna restaurant on the Ranch. Both of us enjoyed the high speed madness of a restaurant kitchen. Both from NY, we had a similar sense of humor and the attraction was electric. Lots of laughter, lots of passion. After the Ranch we went to Maui together and opened The New York Deli, flying in bagels from New York! We parted ways around 1990 and she moved back to New York to be close to her daughter Sabrina.
We hadn’t talked in 20 years but two weeks before she passed we had a long and very beautiful phone conversation with only love and good memories. Her daughter had died only two months earlier, I believe in July, also from cancer. In August Prasuna saw a doctor about a persistent cough and was told she had stage 4 lung cancer. When I talked to her she said she was at ease with dying but also held a vision that she could get healthy again.
Ahh, Prasuna…I would imagine you left in the same spirit as you lived… We had so much fun together in Nagarjuna, especially at the end of the night when we had to deep clean everything, dancing around the center island, with our cleaning rags and scrub brushes, to the sound of ‘It’s raining men, hallelujah!’, cutting your hair on the grass on the side of the ranch house, laughing about many things, and sharing our hearts. I’ll love you forever, sweet sister ~
To my friend, Prasuna. How beautiful is a connection that lasts for decades. I will never forget your love, wisdom and femininity. For the last two weeks, I’ve been wearing a fuchsia wrap that you gave me, and you were often in my thoughts. Now I understand why you were in my awareness so much recently. You are flying free of the tether of flesh! No doubt you have been visiting those who have been lucky enough to know and love you. Wow! How phenomenal, how everlasting is life and love. Thank you, vaia con dios, there is no separation. Again and again, you have gifted me, and you are as brilliant now as ever.
There are so many beautiful sannyasins, who have died already. It looks as if the sannyasins who are less selfish and more loving are going (or coming) first and Prasuna was one of these people. I hardly ever cry, but in the night I got to know about her death, I woke up several times and started crying. Even though we did not have contact for many years, it was a loss – she was such a nice woman.
It was at the end of the Ranch and I was serving in the packed mall restaurant, when between two tables my then new friend Nigama came to me and asked whether I wanted to go to Palm Springs with him and his girlfriend Prasuna in a day and a half. I was having a great time between all the people wanting to leave and making intense plans where to go and what to do. At the tables everybody was excited about the time after the Ranch and I heard the names of proposed destinations: Byron Bay, London, Berlin, New York, Miami, Tuscany, Maui, Palm Springs, LA, Bay Area and many other places.
I liked my ‘worship’, but, what the heck, I said to Nigama, “Okay, I will come.” Nigama had bought an old Buick and a camper he had stacked with bicycles for sale, which was supposed to be the beginning of a business. So the three of us drove down south, and that was the beginning of my friendship with Prasuna.
We ended up in Palm Desert, but after a while I left and went to San Diego for another job. When that ended, I met Nigama and Prasuna again a year later on Maui. The business had turned into plans for building a deli – or because both were from NY a New York Deli. Nigama had bought an empty shop in a mall and we started the construction, while Prasuna was doing the administrative work and feeding Nigama and me for lunch with huge beautifully made subs and other delicacies. I knew Nigama was a great cook and baker, but when I tasted her food, I had no doubt the deli would be a big success. Prasuna was caring for us like a mom and even though they were lovers she shared her love and caring equally between us. It was a beautiful nourishing time of happiness; it sometimes became almost painful, because they both let me be so close to them. I’m still having so much gratitude to Nigama and Prasuna for that unique experience.
But as time passed and the deli was going well, they separated. It was very hard for Prasuna; she suddenly did not know any longer where to put her love and her motherly feelings. I met her again in Poona 2 and, even though she had tried, she had not completely succeeded in letting go of her old love affair. It was nice to read here about Nigama talking to her on the phone and to read about her engagement in caring for Alzheimer patients. With her love she must have a good farewell. Thank you so much, Prasuna!
I think we met on the Ranch, maybe while I was working at Zorba the Buddha restaurant – I think because I feel as if I’ve known her always. She was a mother to me, a grandmother to my daughter. We remained close till the end. I saw her a week before she left her body and we laughed and laughed. I asked her, “Are you afraid of anything”? She said, “Sahajo, I keep looking and looking for fear and can’t find it.” I feel a piece of me has gone with her- and although her presence surrounds me I miss laughing out loud at her intelligent wit and being lifted by her majestic generous heart. Thank you, Prasuna for loving me and my child without restraint. May Angels fly thee to thy rest most beloved Mother of my soul.