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GATE, GATE, PARAGATE, PARASAMGATE 
  BODHISWAHA!     ALLELUIA!!

Gone, Gone, Gone Beyond, Gone Utterly Beyond.
Bodhiswaha!        Alleluia!!

Beloved Avinash ~

We did it all! And I couldn’t have done it without you.

So, since you didn’t take me with you,  
I — YES — renew my promise to you, sweet Avinash, 
to-finish-writing-the-book that you insisted only I could write.
Just like you said at the very beginning: “You MUST write it!”  
…you whispered to me at the end: “We had So Much fun!”

Sambuddha Swami Prem Avinash
  1937 — 2012

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So Mazeltov! Jack Avi Katz —

Elder brother to Rosie in Australia.
Far out father to Debra and Maya.
Fantastic Dad to our beloved son, Prem Lalit.
Fucking Fabulous BEST Osho partner to Ma Prem Punita Katz for 30+ years
 in the Osho buddhafield since London 1973 and everywhere we were together:
husband, Osho commune mate, cook extraordinaire, dharma companion, samurai — oldest, dearest friend always and forever. 

My heart is lying next to your heart — with no space in between. 
Thanks for turning the last light green! We had so much fun! 

Goodnight Avi! Always and forever “Invincibly, Eternally Love.”  ~LP

GATE, GATE, PARAGATE, PARASAMGATE 
  BODHISWAHA!     ALLELUIA!!

Gone, Gone, Gone Beyond, Gone Utterly Beyond.
Bodhiswaha!        Alleluia!!

(OSHO speaking on The Heart Sutra of Gautam the Buddha)

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Well, DU, what to say after almost four months since we met up in Frankfurt? I bet we both could say a lot — but where to start, where to go, and where to end? Yikes! OK, Punita, just jump in.

I’ll start here where I am now. Recuperating and recharging in the gentle small Dutch city of Boxmeer just a few minutes drive from the German border. OK, almost everything’s smaller in Holland —but recuperating from what? Well, soon after I got over considerable jet lag (yes it gets bigger with age), I plunged into three non-stop months of culture shock, culture clash, and just plain putting-my-foot-in-my-mouth more times than you could count. Plus the most serious bladder infection EVER. Finding myself in the boonies of (prior) East German (DDR) territory and suddenly being dependent for every-little-thing transport. Plus living and eating again in commune after years of being mostly on my own… Not to mention finally, actually being together with you, PremNiri, after a year diving into the heights and depths of what-all is possible long-distance communicating.

Boxmeer/Kleve 2011

In a few days I return to DU, to my new space at Oshostadt, and to Chapter Zwei of my new life 2011-12. And that’s where the ‘recharging’ comes in. I do feel ready for whatever comes ‘next.’ I hope you do, too. Somehow, the first three difficult and extremely stressful months were necessary, even essential. For me, for Du, for everyone.This ain’t some excuse for my expectations or lack of savoir faire — just a feeling that somehow all the stress and craziness were perfectly OK. But NOT to be repeated, or stuck in with any pockets of resentment or pain.

So, Jan is calling me for a last quick shop in mild-mannered Boxmeer.

…A few hours later, I have plenty of Dutch sweeties for the commune’s 16:00 sweet tooth and something for Siddhartha as well. For DU I have already a bag of belated birthday kisses, mostly your deep blue colour.

But before I sign off from the Netherlands, this courtesy of my host’s daughter who just celebrated her MA  thesis on the novelist George Eliot:

“Thee’st done it now,” said Mr. Poysner, a little alarmed and uneasy, but not without some triumphant amusement at his wife’s outbreak.

“Yes, I know I’ve done it, ” said Mrs. Poysner; “but I’ve had my say out, and I shall be th’ easier for’t all my life. There’s no pleasure i’ living, if you’re going to be corked up forever, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel. I shan’t repent saying what I think…” (Adam Bede)

Well, I won’t repent — or repeat — these first three months either, DU.  And I look forward to being with you again. ~LP

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I was born 1954 into a German Catholic Westfalian farmers family. Around the dining table we were a bunch of people, five kids, mother and father, aunties and neighbors – our own commune.
And that’s how I ended up, living in commune at Oshostadt in Thüringen, Germany,
www.oshostadt.de.

We kids had a paradise playground in deep forests, fields, graze lands and river valleys. Even our own lake to swim and dive. Although helping at the farm and feeding the animals, we played a lot — enjoying our own independent world.
In spite of this wild life in nature, Catholic education killed any social abilities with “the other sex”. Girls – what’s that? Long talks with my elder brother were common – about anything else except  “that”.
As an intellectual teenager I had my Sigmund Freud phase, swallowing his books trying to find truths.
I once asked my brother: “If there have lived people like Jesus and Buddha whose teachings taste dusty and not up-to-date, more dead than alive for us today, why can’t there be someone like them living now?” I didn’t have the faintest idea how close I was … While studying Sociology/Psychology I went to a weekly group experimenting with human growth movement techniques – (Selbsterfahrungsgruppe). We tried it all: Bioenergetics, Encounter, Yoga, Zen, and Meditations that combined Western and Eastern methods. Developed by some guy in India with the name Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh – at the end of the 80’s he dropped that name and was simply called Osho. (see
www.osho.com).
In 1976 I did my first Osho Dynamic Meditation, Kundalini, Nadabrahma. I felt my body streamings, giving me the message “you can’t live through the head, it’s through the body!” One of Osho’s books, “The Hammer on the Rock”, had been translated into German. His writing was to me the taste of truth.

I dropped studying, learned organic farming and looked for a place in the countryside to live with others. After a year in an Otto-Mühl-oriented Landcommune, where we also tried free sex with changing partners, I was courageous enough to move to an Osho- Sannyas commune in Bavaria, Purvodaya. We went on “changing partners” combined with commune work, self-discovery groups and meditations. It was a fuckin’ juicy time.
Over the years commune members went “back to the marketplace”.  So did I, starting a textscan business in Munich and buying a fancy flat in the best part of town. It was a game for me, but after some years “in the city” I felt bored. After Germany’s re-unification,  a few “daring” friends like Swami Siddhartha (founder of Purvodaya)  looked for bigger properties to purchase in the Ex-DDR. And that’s how Oshostadt came to life, where I am sitting now running my textscan service, chopping wood and writing posts….

… and the story continues – how Westfalian farmboy meets New York chicken … yahooo!!! ~ premniri

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