(1959 – 2019)

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Bijen and Suchira

From Suchira and Setu we came to know that Dhyan Bijen died from an accident on a holiday in Koh Pangan, Thailand, earlier this year. As the family are not connected to our sangha we do not know more about the circumstances of his death (except that his brother retrieved his body) nor do we know the precise date. As he used to post daily on Facebook, and his last post is dated 21st January 2019, we presume it must have happened shortly after that. The last decorative banner for his account, uploaded the day before, is the one below, “which is quite symbolic,” as Setu writes.

horses escaping from merry go round

Bijen is remembered as a soft and gentle person, in his early years very good looking with his long wavey black hair. He was himself a hairdresser and many of us had our hair cut by him at Out of Africa behind the ashram or under a tree in the gardens. “He also had an amazing gift to see colours and energies around people; since his childhood he could do that,” writes Suchira.

Gitama, who had facilitated 16 Mystic Rose groups and trainings in Pune together with him, remembers:

The first time I saw Bijen in Pune was in 1989. Many girls loved to have their hair cut by him and being charmed by his very sweet, innocent and funny way of connecting. He called himself Bijen Kamikaze. I guess his rebellious spirit, especially in a Japanese body, was very unusual.”

He was very discreet, so we do not know much about him. He was able to express himself particularly through music. He was an excellent co-facilitator; one of his strongest contributions was finding music that enabled people to open their hearts and let their tears flow, especially for the crying stage.”

The last time I saw him was about 7 years ago, when we facilitated the last Mystic Rose together. He was quite changed from the Bijen I used to know. His general outlook on life was pessimistic, focused on politics and conspiracy theories. He also mentioned that his life in Japan was very lonely and tough, working hard in a factory in Osaka to just make a living. The highlights in his life were his yearly holiday in Thailand and facilitating the Mystic Rose at the Resort.

He has touched many people with his ability to spread love, acceptance, and with his mischievous way of laughter, spreading joy around himself…

Thank you, beloved Kamikaze, and fly high and higher!

Aviram writes:

Some of us might remember him dearly from the long night’s Disco Parties with exquisite Techno Music at the Multiversity Plaza or in Buddha Grove, playing a huge collection of uplifting dance music, pulling us higher and higher, sharing his passion for music…

And Setu, reading the above, felt like writing about Kamikaze:

We used to call him Kami-kiri Bijen. Kami means hair, and Kiri means cut. So it simply means Hair-cut Bijen.

Then Bijen started using the word Kami-kaze for himself. It was just his joke I guess. You might know about Kami-kaze, but it is actually a very old word, some 1000 years old.

In this case Kami means God, and kaze means wind. God-wind.

Genghis Khan tryed to attack Japan twice with 1000 ships, and both times, a Typhoon came and they got in trouble – and Japan was saved. Japanese call those two Typhoons Kami-kaze, God’s wind.

Many thanks to Premin, Suchira, Upchara, Gitama, Setu and Teerth for alert, text and photos


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Fly on God’s wind, beloved Bijen! I remember you commenting on our Western, thin, wavey hair, how much easier it was to cut than the straight, strong Japanese hair. Less stress; it did not have to be cut with such millimetre precision. (Funny the details we remember…)

Strange that you are not around anymore… your mischievous smile, your special way of walking, giggling, observing… I still see you. You gave so much, supported where you could, shared your passion for music abundantly… your collection travelling with me wherever I go… you were so easy to “work” with… Farewell, Beloved. You certainly have a very special place in my (right now a little heavy) heart.

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