Film SynopsisYoga classes. Meditation retreats. Prayer flags, incense, and sandalwood beads…
The influence of India's colorful culture and rich spirituality are ubiquitous throughout the world.
In 1970, a young American woman leaves the safety of extended family in Belgium for adventure…
This woman was my mother.Fateful encounters alter the course of her life, igniting a guru's vision. She began the lifelong journey to clarify India and the truth of its history in the eyes of the rest of the world.
मेरी रामरानी (My RamRani) is the story of Yvette Claire Rosser, who traveled by car, bus, train, and even motorcycle to and through India in the 1970’s. There she met Maharaj-ji, Guru Neem Karoli Baba who gave her the name RamRani, “God Queen.” He sent her on a mission back to the United States to study and fight Hinduphobia, clarifying the understanding of India and Hinduism in the West and the rest of the world.
RamRani devoted her life to India and to her beloved Maharaj-ji. Her story is one of Bhakti, of ultimate devotion. A young woman in a foreign land, finding home and discovering her spiritual center. A young film director making peace with the dedication and the discourse that lingers after we lose the ones who raise us. A story of love, loss, grief, and triumph in the face of the exquisite and brutal adversity of life.
Love all.
Feed all.
Serve all.
मेरी रामरानी My RamRani
is a story about love.
A story about devotion.
A story about travel.
A story about India and the heartbreak of losing my mom.
For a great majority of the world, there will come a day when you lose your mother.
You will not be ready. Whether your relationship was beautiful or tortured or both as most are; whether she battles sickness or passes suddenly, you will not be ready. You can prepare for the day in your mind, build up the armor to accept that she’s gone, but I promise you, when it happens, you will not be ready. Grief is a funny thing, one that the West is still learning what to do with. We are taught to conceal our suffering. For better or worse, India suffers openly and because of this, India knows how to grieve.
I wrote this film in the name of my mother, Yvette Claire Rosser, who taught me to live and feel out loud.
For whatever you grieve, may this film help you find peace.