Friday, May 16th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

 You Cockroach!

“You cockroach!” said the disheveled looking man when I was outside at the base of the stairs at Bhakti Lounge.
 
To make it clear, the term wasn’t lodged towards me.  I had no previous exchange with him.  I just opened the door and appeared when the sound was projected.  The cutting remark with additional language of a six letter word was directed to someone else, another unfortunate soul.

What was clear to me and to the other members of Bhakti Lounge poised to begin our sankirtan (public chanting) was that someone was cursing as a result of some anger and discomfort no doubt.  I merely suggested to the group that we hurry it up with our kirtan and purify the atmosphere which got some laughter.

I had forgotten the neighborhood we were in.  It’s rather a mix of, on the bright side, students of Ryerson University, complemented, if you will, by street and drug folks.  All the more reason to be in this location with the presence of Bhakti Lounge.  You go where you can be useful, correct?

From here the juncture of Church and Dundas Street, we walked in stride with instruments as people in good numbers gad about, which is common on a Friday night.  Well we were the ones having fun and by reading the faces of others the contagion wore on.  As we ambled along you could see people lighting up.  I like to think that they got more than they bargained for.  What can sensual pursuits have over the aural reception of the groundbreaking sound of mantra power?

 

May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Thursday, May 15th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario
 
The Together Path
 
Our visiting guest speaker for the last few days at the ashram is Vaisesika from California, and he relayed to us this morning about walking at the popular pilgrimage site, Govardhan Hill, in India.  We are looking at a good four hour trek, clockwise, around the mound that is known to have been mystically elevated by Krishna in His younger years.
 
Vaisesika described how he came out of his retreat which is located at the parikrama path and felt a particular fatigue one morning.  He was feeling unsure about whether he was going to make the whole revolution around the hill or not.  During a state of apprehension, a sanyassi (monk) whizzed by him.  He was going at a good clip.  This ‘pull’ encouraged Vaisesika who decided to follow the pace of the monk.  Once he picked up the momentum, he found it easy to continue and completed his walk. 
 
Vaisesika recalled this occurrence to illustrate how helpful it is in life when acquiring strength from others.  It is a hard task to tackle the world in solo.  It’s foolish to think one can succeed in singular effort.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Wednesday, May 14th, 2014
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Brampton, Ontario
 
Spirit Money
 
“I said, ‘Please, Jesus, send me some money.  I don’t need too  much.’”
 
Those were the prayers of Sophie Rizavas, a 63 year old cleaning lady from Toronto who yesterday won 50 million dollars from a lottery.  I wish her well and that she will not slip to the wayside of self destruction, like most winners of such lotteries.  She might find that she will suddenly have so many friends around her, and that would be sad.  I hope she will stay with Jesus and remain his true friend. 
 
What would you do if suddenly you received a chunk of funds like that?  Would you invest in your spiritual bank account as much as you will your material benefits?  Is spiritual progress dependant on dollars and cents? 
 
The answer to that last question is that money can’t buy me love (of God).  However, whatever you do in life, if it’s favourable for spiritual advancement, then take that green light.  Such are the directions of the great teachers of bhakti.   But how do you use money for spiritual purposes?  The answer to that would be that one great way to make spiritual progress is in the sharing of spiritual wisdom.  Practically everything costs money.  Money is not evil as long as it is used for higher purposes in charity work.  Spirituality is also a component of that charity.  If not, it is the epitome of it, in the effort to disseminate the wisdom of the Vedas, for instance, it requires some expenditure.  While so much is spent on enticement toward sensual pleasures, if more energies, including money, were directed toward our inner growth, we would stand to challenge the imbalanced lives that we are currently living. 
 
May the Source be with you, and good luck, Sophie!
 
5 KM

Tuesday, May 13th, 2014
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Brampton, Ontario

New Take
 
Even if you follow the same trail on a daily basis, the walk will never be a duplicate.  Fortunately, each take on a trail, street or road, has its own uniqueness.  It will never turn out as dry routine, especially if you approach the walk with a fresh outlook each time.  That’s where it becomes adventuresome.
 
It is much like the soul’s transmigration.  It takes on new bodies, hence, every birth brings with it a new experience that spans out until it’s exit time.
 
When you take those first steps for that daily trek, you face a new weather dynamic, new encounters with people, with plants, wildlife, creepy crawlies, or whatever.  The wind always blows a different way.  Above all, you always go with a different mindset and carry the new add on mental makeup of the day.
 
It can never be boring – really.
 
And let’s say you don’t go in a loop fashion, but you take a path, reach the furthest point in your day’s journey, and then turn around to retrace your steps.  But this time it’s from a new angle.  The scenery is changed.  You see the other half of the same house that you passed by on the way over.  Magically, it’s a new scenery.
 
The one thing I recommend is to chant a mantra simultaneously while on foot.  That offers some consistency, even though the inner approach from the heart will carry a different brand of sincerity each time.  You can call this whole technique a good shot at diversity.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Monday, May 12th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

 
To the One Who Inspired
 
Today is just another one that holds much inspiration.  A few of us at the ashram were remembering a soul by the name of Jayananda.  Hailing from Ohio, he was one of the most helpful persons when Krishna Consciousness was in its infancy in the west.  He passed away from leukemia in ’76, so this makes it an anniversary day.
 
He was not known as a walker, but rather as a cab driver.  With his income he supported devotional efforts in the Bay area and what you could call the beacon of hippie-dom in the ‘60’s.  Perhaps he didn’t put all energy into his feet and legs, but he did put physical energy into everything.  He used every part of his body in the service of others, and his endeavours ranged from priestly work to taking out the garbage, all done in the spirit of joy.  For him, everything was an opportunity.  He worked tirelessly, selflessly, and where saintliness really counts, it truly shone in him in many ways.  One way was his strong resistance to hearing criticism of others.  Basically, he loved people and life.
 
Now, I personally never met him, but I have plenty of peers who shared invaluable time with him, whether it was doing mechanical work on the communal car, or assembling the chariots for the big parade on Fifth Avenue in New York.  He seemed to capture the mood and spirit of bhakti, devotion.  In this regard you could classify him as a true yogi in the devotional sense.
 
Inspiration is a difficult concept to grasp, perhaps, in scientific terms, but it is very real when you get motivated just by seeing someone in selfless action.  That’s what Jayananda did for people.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Monday, May 12th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

 
To the One Who Inspired
 
Today is just another one that holds much inspiration.  A few of us at the ashram were remembering a soul by the name of Jayananda.  Hailing from Ohio, he was one of the most helpful persons when Krishna Consciousness was in its infancy in the west.  He passed away from leukemia in ’76, so this makes it an anniversary day.
 
He was not known as a walker, but rather as a cab driver.  With his income he supported devotional efforts in the Bay area and what you could call the beacon of hippie-dom in the ‘60’s.  Perhaps he didn’t put all energy into his feet and legs, but he did put physical energy into everything.  He used every part of his body in the service of others, and his endeavours ranged from priestly work to taking out the garbage, all done in the spirit of joy.  For him, everything was an opportunity.  He worked tirelessly, selflessly, and where saintliness really counts, it truly shone in him in many ways.  One way was his strong resistance to hearing criticism of others.  Basically, he loved people and life.
 
Now, I personally never met him, but I have plenty of peers who shared invaluable time with him, whether it was doing mechanical work on the communal car, or assembling the chariots for the big parade on Fifth Avenue in New York.  He seemed to capture the mood and spirit of bhakti, devotion.  In this regard you could classify him as a true yogi in the devotional sense.
 
Inspiration is a difficult concept to grasp, perhaps, in scientific terms, but it is very real when you get motivated just by seeing someone in selfless action.  That’s what Jayananda did for people.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Sunday, May 11th, 2014
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New Vrindavan, West Virginia
 
It just seems to move you every time when you enter or leave this rustic rural retreat in the Appalachian Mountain range when going down the windy road, the song by John Denver that rings in the ears.  The lyrics being, “Country road take me home to the place where I belong, West Virginia, Mountain highway, take me home…”
 
And, you do it with a tug on the heart.  For those of us who come here with a devotional motive, it can’t be helped but to feel the hominess of the place, replete with the ashram, temple, Palace of Gold, peacocks, swans, organic gardens, and now lilac bushes, wild mustards, deer, and tent caterpillars either define the season or the safety of this chunk of space located just outside the town of Moundsville.  For me, New Vrindavan means to see and feel these things, but the main relish on my plate here is the company of good souls, in human form.  Acquaintances visit here, mostly from the U.S.’s northeast and Canada.  We get the chance to chill and do walks.  I even half officiated a baby’s first grain taking, something called anna prasana for the proud parents of young Kapila Muni from near Cleveland. 
 
I also met Diana Rose, a clairvoyant, who saved our hide once just before a performance in Mayapura, India.  The short of it is that when we were 100% poised to start the drama, “Grandsire” about the life of warrior, Bhishma, my lead actor came to me in a panic and said, “Maharaja, I can’t find my beard.”  Lo and behold, Diana came to the rescue and sensed that we had a difficulty and sensed that we were missing a vital prop.  “Can I help you?” she asked in eagerness.  We told her about the misplaced beautiful flowy white beard.  Sure enough, step by step, she lead us to the very spot, where someone thinking it was a rejected piece, tossed it in a room behind our dressing room in a dark corner.  She saved the day. 
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Saturday, May 10th 2014
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New Vrindavan, West Virginia
 
Quiet / Loud
 
At this annual Festival of Inspiration, there are always lessons to be learned.  From the presenters I took notes of some of the points made.
 
1)      In good or bad times, always show support.
2)      Lead by asking questions, not just by issuing instructions.
3)      Service is a noun, and self service is an adjective.
4)      Make every guest feel special.
5)      Do not be upset with the instrument of your karma.
6)      Defy entitlement; earn your badge every day.
7)      The way you do anything is the way you do everything.
8)      You can’t just motivate someone, you create an atmosphere whereby they get motivated.
9)      Those who smile have a real grip on life.
10)  Simplicity brings contentment.
 
 
This day began with a quiet walk to the creek.  The day ended with a loud, explosive kirtan, which had everyone dancing.
 
5 KM

Friday, May 9th, 2014
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New Vrindavan, West Virginia

Reincarnation

On a seven hour drive to this rural community in the hills of West Virginia, I had the chance to read out some favorite quotes from scholars on the topic of reincarnation.  May I share them with you?

“Were Asiatic to ask me for a definition of Europe, I should be forced to answer him.  It is that part of the world which is haunted by the incredible delusion that man was created out of nothing.  And that his present birth is his first entrance into life.”  -Arthur Schopenhauer


“I am confident that there truly is such a thing as living again, and that the living spring from the dead.”  -Socrates

“By some inclination toward evil, certain souls…  come into bodies, first of men, then through their association with the irrational passions, after the allotted span of human life, they are changed into beasts, from which they sink to the level of…  plants.  From this condition they arise again through the same stages and are restored to their heavenly place.” -Origen

“And you were dead, and he brought you to life.  And he shall cause you to die, and shall bring you back to life, and in the end shall gather you unto himself.”  -The Koran

“It is neither absurd nor useless. It is not more surprising to be born twice than once.” -Voltaire 

“Finding myself to exist in the world, I believe I shall, in some shape or other, always exist.” -Benjamin Franklin

“It is a secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again…  Nothing is dead, men feign themselves and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.” -Emerson

“As far back as I can remember, I have unconsciously referred to the experience of a previous state of existence.” -Thoreau

“The soul is not born, it does not die, it was not produced from anyone… unborn eternal, it is not slain though the body is slain.” -Katha Upanishad

There’s more. The source of the compilation came from the BBT publication, “Coming Back”. 

May the Source be with you!

3 KM

Thursday, May 8th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

Interesting figure

My dear friend, Shyama Sundar, originally from Sudbury, Ontario, gave me an interesting figure to chew on with regards to driving and drinking.  Shyama Sundar is a well enough known astrologer, but the stats that he gave me is the annual global 600,000 people dying related to drunken driving, and which has nothing to do with reading into the future, it’s telling it like it is.  In general, people are irresponsible in the matter of handling the mix of a car in motion behind a steering wheel and drinking bad water (liquor).  The figure is astronomical, after all.  It’s a good plug in for foot power – walking.  So that’s one thing. 

Ah!  And what can I say regarding this early trek before a 7 AM service?  The windows of stately home where I’m trekking reflect the lateral sunlight.  They are all a rich glowing saffron, almost blinding, really.  That eastern sun beckons me forward to keep going, and even to skip my 7 AM service.   But, no, duty stands before passion.  However, the days are numbering when I will be heading, not east, but west, towards the Rockies, when I hope to be rocking in completing the fourth walk across Canada.  So readers, wish me well.  Come and take to the enticing road for a day or two.  Spoil yourself and get spiritually high. Bring your mediation beads.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Wednesday, May 7th, 2014
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Brampton, Ontario
 
Exceptional Departure
 
It was quite auspicious how he passed away.  It was at the Sunday Open House program at ISKCON Toronto Centre when people were attending the service known as arati, that one of our long time members, Naresh Meham, suffered a heart attack.  It happened in the midst of everyone chanting, when the sound vibration of the maha mantra was at its optimum in devotion.  Today I attended his cremation in Brampton along with other members of our ashram, with loving family and friends.  Surviving are wife, Vibha, his daughter, Lisa, and sons Harsh and Mohit. 
 
Naresh had collapsed in the middle of the temple room.  Naturally, everyone responded.  It was unusual but auspicious at the same time. The regular pattern of the Sunday Open House begins with chanting in front of Krishna deities, followed by some announcements, and then a talk is delivered on the message of the Gita before a delicious feast is dished out.  But on that day, April 27th, no talk was given.  The chanting persisted in its place in honour of Naresh.  There are a few occasions where the timing of departure was like this.  Naresh’s last conscious moment was in front of Krishna while in the company of the devoted and while in the presence of sacred sound.  He died several days later in the hospital.
 
I recall other souls who left under somewhat similar circumstances.  A Bengali pujari (priest), whose clothes caught on fire during his service experienced similar providence.  He did not survive from the burns which came to him during a Diwali festival.  There was also Michael O’Regan, who was with us for years and who rendered so much help with our mission, especially in the ‘70’s.  At the same time at the Sunday Open House, Michael, who had physical challenges, was called to go home I guess you could say.  His last conscious moment was before his Krishna friends during the time of the arati
 
On today’s walk I had time to contemplate what is fortunate and what is less fortunate in terms of departing circumstances.  We can all go at any moment.  I can be hit by a car while crossing the street and it may be my moment.  Will I be in a good state of mind?  Will I have the sound of transcendence going through my ears when my soul is pushed on?
 
These are things to think about.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Tuesday, May 6th, 2014
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Halifax / Toronto
 
Bringing In The Sun
 
While in Halifax, a woman running a boarding house stood outside her building when Nitai and I, in robes, walked by her.  Her immediate reaction was, “Well, are you guys going to give me some sunshine today?”
 
Strange thing is, we did, or someone did after a cloudy day’s start.  She had demonstrated true Nova Scotia hospitality, invited us in, and wanted us to meet one of the tenants of her group home.  As we started to converse, sun did start to leak through the window.  We were treated to orange juice and coconut water.  This would not be an analogy, but perhaps the young fellow that we met, Jonathan, needed someone to shed light on his life.  Nitai and I took the opportunity to encourage Jonathan, give him some hope, since he was struggling with problems at home and the reserve.  Jonathan is native and is from the Ojibwa First Nations.  I hope he will carry some light with him.  Darkness in the form of drug abuse and so many social issues have taxed him.
 
Now, I’ve arrived in Toronto.  The sun has been shining here.  In the shine I took a second trek of the day just to give a break to some desk work that I was at.  In the course of my walk, a house painter who hails from Columbia shouted, “Ram!  Ram!”  He conveyed to me that he has so many friends back home who are practicing the mantra.  This was good news because it was the mantra that acts like the sun.  It has the power to touch something filthy, clean up the place that’s trashy and remain uncontaminated.  In that way the mantra  and the sun are antiseptic and prophylactic. 
 
May the Source be with you!
 
12 KM

Monday, May 5th, 2014
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Halifax, Nova Scotia
 
Last Day in Halifax
 
The hearty daffodils stand in all their glory. Even in the dark, early hours, they transcend without sunshine and with mouths wide open.  Raccoons screech at each other – a fight no doubt.  I can hear them, but I can’t necessarily see them.  For years in my travels I’ve heard their sounds, predominantly their whimpering.  Then the birds pick up with their morning welcome songs.  It’s all awesome, and it really beats the noise of the maddening traffic, when passions kick in and the nocturnal peace that’s punctuated with raccoon party fights is all done.  This transition of sound and activity is my observation for many years now on early morning early walks.
 
Corey and Theresa had us over for lunch.  Once again, I’m impressed what a little training has done for younger folks such as the youth.  Corey, in particular, travelled with our east coast monks one summer and is now enjoying the lasting and favourable effects.  He whipped up this fabulous meal for a group of us.  His service mood was excellent.  The apartment he and Theresa share is a small oasis of sacred books by Bhaktivedanta Book Trust.  They have a modest but beautiful shrine of Krishna deities.  They keep a clean place.  I see a smooth assimilation of Vedic culture in their lives.  I’m happy for this young couple who might otherwise be prone to stay on the grid of sense gratification.
 
With it being my last day in Halifax, I called on a small ad hoc meeting amongst faithful followers to discuss vision and organization for the sharing of Krishna Consciousness in this neat old city.  There’s a rich history here of the acceptance of waves of immigrants at this natural and national port of entry, of taking a major blow when explosives from the harbor went off a century ago, flattening the city, and of a ready response to burying hundreds of corpses, victims of the fateful Titanic.  I think we can fit Krishna into the multiple experiences of Haligonians, residents of Halifax. 
 
May the Source be with you!
 
6 KM

Sunday, May 4th, 2014
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Halifax, Nova Scotia
 
May the Fourth
 
After a leg journey’s venture along the North West Arm of Halifax Harbour, I decided to sit a few minutes out at the Saint Mary’s Boat Club dock.  I was there in meditative pose on a bench, and without him noticing me, I observed a Mariner coming in to the shore.  I guess that’s what you could call a guy in a kayak.  He came to dock and took meticulously to the care of his boat.  He hosed it down and set it upright after propping it on some stilt stands, and then slipped it over to wash the salt water.  Then he wiped it dry very lovingly and did so twice by flipping it again.  He executed the same for his oars, and all this was done before he set it in place stacked up with hundreds of other kayaks.  Such devotion.
 
I wish I had that much bhakti, devotion, for my paraphernalia.  God knows, as a monk, I own little, but whatever I have, I should treat it like gold, like this guy treats his sporting goods. 
 
Not but two hours later, I saw Nitai Ram, who is such a real brahmin (priest) treat his paraphernalia with similar prudence and care.  Nitai Ram, along with Fernanda and Nina, set up this beautiful havan kund (small fire arena) for a fire ceremony on Nina’s initiation.  Nitai’s execution of the ritual was just fantastic.  It was impressive, like the kayaker’s handling of his equipment. 
 
I’d like to congratulate Nina on her new spiritual name which is, Nirmala.  It sounds like Nirvana.  It means one without pride.  Her parents drove all the way from Saint John, New Brunswick. 
 
My second major destination was to a kirtan kattha session (chant and talk) located on Hollis Street across from the Wired Monk Café.  I avoided cars as much as possible on this gorgeous, fresh and sunny day.  While on foot at Robie Street, two young guys across the road were sitting on their lawn chairs in the front yard sipping pop.  They beckoned me to come to see them, so I crossed the street.  We started to chat.  They were interested in my monkism, and finally invited me into their home to go through their whole house and in to their back yard, and to “bring in good energy” as they put it. 
 
They told me they are musicians and I told them I do Sanskrit mantras.  Spontaneously they took to recording my recitation of the mangala charana mantras, while Michael hit the keyboard for a sitar twang.  And the other fellow (forgot his name), made percussion sounds.  It was a jamming on the spot session for sure. 
 
On this day I saw devotion coming from different directions; a little bit like, if I could use the term, “angles from angels”.
 
May the Fourth be with you!
 
10 KM

Saturday, May 3rd, 2014
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Charlottetown/Halifax

Three Provinces

I’m smack in the middle of what’s called The Gentle Province, in the tiny city of Charlottetown which has real live Canadian historical significance.  Here, papers were signed in 1867 declaring confederation.  A nation was born which would shape into a huge country with thousands of trails.

Sobha was host to our party of four, Nitai, Fernanda, Nina and I, who made the trip for the satsang program at Sobha’s home.  Sobha is involved in the government’s accounting and advisory department, and we suggested a portion of the budget be set aside for kirtan chanting projects.  It’s wishful thinking.  With a smile, she agreed that kirtan has rehab and therapeutic effects that are socially advantageous.

In the early morn, while all were asleep, including Sobha’s exotic fish and gerbil, I took a morning walk off to that confederation building, the ocean docks, and the theatre where the popular “Anne of Green Gables” is performed on stage.  All was good.

On the return journey to Halifax, Nova Scotia, I would jump out of the car when we stopped for a refueling.  Down the highway I’d go until the car’s stomach was happy and ready to move forward.  I suggested a second stop at Amherst, New Brunswick, where we could all stretch legs and get some japa meditation in.  In the course of that walk, I met Jonathan, a local bloke.  I praised him for his heroism – walking instead of zipping around in a car.  But he didn’t quite get what I was talking about.

In Halifax, and in our third province, we converged for a gathering at Savitri’s in her condo.  Savitri is a Dutch born lady in her retirement now.  She recently got hit at the knee by a motorist.  It took its toll on her skeletal structure, but she’s strong willed and is going to be fine.

I’m not sure if I were to meet Jonathan again that I would be able to convince him of the automobile’s evil side.  Just how many people get killed annually global wise by the magic machine?  India alone claims 100,000 lives a year.  Conservative figures I’m sure.  I wonder what the collective stats look like.  It would be a number right up there with cancer, heart related diseases, mental disorders, etc.  I’ll bet you that it’s a big figure.  Sorry, but I’m not supposed to gamble.

May the Source be with you!

13 KM

Friday, May 2nd, 2014
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Charolottetown, Prince Edward Island

From The Speaking Tree

I had landed in Halifax at 1:15 AM, caught some rest at the home of hosts, Mukunda and Hladini, and found a few minutes to stroll with monk, Nitai Ram, before a drive to Charlottetown where we took part in a satsang, spiritual gathering.  On the ride over we stopped at the border of Prince Edward Island to catch up on internet stuff.  There, we googled a newspaper article that appeared on April 27th, 2014 with the New Delhi Times, a section called The Speaking Tree.  I was honoured to be featured there as a person who is promoting pilgrimage.  And here it is:

Walkathon To Eternity

The Canadian-born BHAKTIMARGA SWAMI believes in walking in the great outdoors to find the Truth. REENA SINGH spent a morning with the ‘Walking Monk’ in Noida at the inauguration of a new ISKCON temple.

He’s a self-confessed walking addict who says he got attracted to Swami Prabhupada’s Hare Krishna movement 41 years ago because it was ‘radical, daring and different.’ Bhaktimarga Swami began walking in 1996, when he wanted to do something really big as a tribute to Srila Prabhupada’s centennial celebrations, and he hasn’t stopped since. He’s walked across Canada thrice and is due to finish his fourth walk soon. Born John Peter Vis, the 61-year-old Canadian has also walked across Ireland, Israel, Guyana, Mauritius, and Fiji Islands and is planning yet another marathon walk in 2016 from New York to San Francisco. 

He walks all mornings, 35 KM or so at a stretch and spends nights at camp sites. In between, he stops at schools, senior citizen homes, libraries and yoga studios and among Hindu communities, delivering the message of the Bhagavad Gita and conducting meditations. 

Parikrama And Pilgrimage

All along, he also promotes being one with nature and says that many countries — India, Russia, Europe, Ireland, and South and Central America — have a rich heritage of parikrama and pilgrimage. “It was common in ancient times for young people to set off on a vision quest in solitude in a kind of walking meditation. Across the globe, there is a history of people travelling light, looking for a kind of transformation, an inner cleansing. We must look at this walking culture of our ancestors more deeply and realise the value of it,” he says.

“We now live in an automated society and so hardly ever travel on foot,” he rues. “My aim is to go to every town and village — meet people and get inspired by what they do, and try to inspire them. A support person checks on me once in a while and ensures that I am still alive and that I haven’t been eaten up by a bear! The whole idea is to gain a sense of resistance and take in whatever comes of its own accord — cold and hot weather, rain, snow, mosquitoes, flies — to walk through the dualities and to gain strength,” he says. 

“What resonates with a lot of people when you get past that half century mark is that you have to spend a little more time in simplicity. Walking aids in that endeavour. My message is that we are the spirit, not just the body. Moreover, we were designed for walking, not flying, or even running. In many societies, there is a tradition of walking and leading a monastic life,” he says. 

Was there opposition from his family when he took to the Hare Krishna way of life? “I am still Roman Catholic, and I still believe in God. I have only added to something I was already practising. So while my family was taken aback at first, later they were proud of me. I keep in touch with my siblings and all of them walk with me when I come to their neighbourhood — in dhoti, kurta, chadar, japa mala, tilak, and my Crocs!” he says with a laugh. 

He admits western audiences don’t know eastern philosophy, but things are changing now and they are opening up to vedic concepts and eastern thought.

“To the western community, I also talk about my experiences on the road, tales from my treks and then teach them mantra meditation. Then, I literally pass on the hat, and donations pour in,” he says, when questioned about how he funds his walks. “People believe that if they feed a monk, something good will come of it,” he adds, with a twinkle in his eye.

His message is that the way to make spiritual progress is not just to establish your own inner temple or to visit a church or mosque. Spirituality isn’t limited to that. The world itself is a temple. “I get close to God when I am walking. Walking has a natural rhythm, you take in the great air, everyday is an adventure and when you are out there with nature, you get enlightened. That’s why the ancients did this. Why deprive ourselves of this today,” he asks. 

“It’s my hope that city planners will plan great trails where people will have great experiences. It’s the ultimate experience to walk and travel light — it’s not going to Las Vegas, Disney World or Paris. It’s going on your feet and seeing the big Imax screen all around you — of nature, itself.”

Hair-raising Tales

With children, his approach is different. He talks more about his hair-raising experiences, of being attacked by wasps on the behind, his one-time interaction with a hungry bear…. “If a truck hadn’t trundled along at that point in the morning, I would have been toast — breakfast — for the bear. It was a humbling experience,” he adds. 
 
Teens think monks are cool — the result, perhaps, of seeing so many Kung Fu movies, he explains. “A newer generation has sprung up and they are open. They admire my carefree, car-free lifestyle,” he says. “Of course, children need something exotic too — and my support person comes along with a real Amazon parrot on his shoulder — that’s a real attraction. I talk about the journey, the pilgrimage, what’s it about, how many pairs of shoes it takes to walk across Canada — four of them. I give them some numbers to crunch on. They love that,” he says. 

Educators look forward to his visit. “The biggest challenge now is to get kids away from computers and out of the house. It’s inspiring for them to hear that someone is walking across Canada. Many of them are locked into their own little communities and our Project Walk tells the kids that the globe is big and there is so much going on outside,” he adds. 

When he is not walking, he busies himself with theatre and is a well-known director of theatre arts. He has made Gita concise — and presented all 18 chapters of the Gita in a language people can understand. It includes two fusion dances showing Krishna’s dynamic virat rupa, or cosmic form, complete with music and rhythm in both English and Hindi. 
 
May the Source be with you!

3 KM

Thursday, May 1st, 2014
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Alachua, Florida

It’s May Day, Eh?

It’s rare to see anyone on foot in this area, but that’s what I saw on this ultra quiet sandy road.  The sun was just making its appearance when I came to a stretch with Spanish moss dangling from giant trees.  Coming my way was a young black girl in reddish, but humble attire.  Before I had a chance to utter any greeting, she uttered a clear, “Hare Krishna, it’s May Day.”

“Yes,” I replied, “and you have a good one.”  I turned around after we crossed each other wondering about her destination and also her connection to that Divine personality we know as Krishna. 

So May has begun with a day that will not be repeated ever again according to the calendar for planet Earth.  “Cherish it, then,” I thought, “and contribute to making it unique.”  That uniqueness began for me with sitting side by side with a friend  and delivering this morning’s message from the Bhagavatam together.  Tamohara is a very respected brahmin in the community.  He was scheduled, according to a roster, to give the class, but by his kindness, me being a guest, the idea came up that we share the teaching.  The fact that we broke from routine makes the start of this day different.

What were some of the bullet points, or sutras that summarized our message on this May day?  (In my own words)

1)      Improve your sravanam (listening)
2)      Don’t take provocation or argument so seriously
3)      See the God factor in whatever occurs
4)      At least mentally register the little miracles of the day
5)      Adjustment and change cures the disease we call stubbornness

One more item that I would like to add about uniqueness on this day has to do with a visit to an old Canadian friend, Mahavir.  We enjoyed brunch together and at that time I became an honourary member of the Hare Krishna Motorcycle Club.  Yes, indeed, I got plopped on top of one of those mean machines, and I’m sure he snapped a few shots to promote the worthy mission of Hare Krishnas on motorcycles.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Wednesday, April 30th, 2014
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Lacrosse, Florida

 
Who Am I?
 
Paul Gauguin was known to have signatured some of his finest works of art, captions like, “Who Am I?”  “Why Am I Here?” and “Where Am I Going?”  It’s the same profound remarks about quest that my artist friend, Adideva, slaps onto his thought provoking art display pieces which he takes around to art shows and now, Festival of India events.  These smart art sculptures are featured in different localities like Nashville and New York.  Now, he’s offering to go to Canada with these unique statements of art based on the Bhagavad Gita philosophy.  That’s one of the reasons he brought me to his studio as the Canadian connection to the Festival of India, apart from being just a nice guy.  He has lined up in his studio hundreds of Buddha, Jagannatha, Narasingha and Ganesh, which the public loves to purchase as talisman good luck pieces.
 
Adideva, as I mentioned, is a super nice guy who likes to share this higher consciousness and thought provoking questions with as many people as possible in a world which has a growing interest in protection from fear and evil.  Thank you, Adideva, for sharing your beautiful bhakti works.
 
Today I did trek the 5 KM stretch to and from the local ISKCON Centre where I spoke about protection from evil.  And let us bear in mind that it’s evil which is more dominant within than without that we need to address.  I had the honour to speak at a second session, a basic Q&A’s at the Krishna House in Gainesville.  Time was very demanding today, and if I didn’t have my walks dispersed between visiting obligations, then I might turn more evil than I already am.  There’s enough of that in me already.
 
Pace yourself, balance yourself, monitor yourself.  And on top of that, ask, “Who am I?”
 
May the Source be with you!
 
9 KM

Tuesday, April 29th, 2014
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Alachua, Florida

It Started With A Cardinal

I spotted a cardinal bird, which is a sign of spring. 

“It’s a female,” said Manorama, who’s quite the outdoorsy type.  He knows his wildlife and his herbs.  “The male’s colour is more intense,” he explained more.  “The cardinal is a very aggressive bird, it’s been known to hop on to your rear view mirror and poke at it when seeing his reflection.  He takes that mirror image as a competitor, and so he pecks away at it very hard, at the mirrored object, to the point where he hurts himself and gets all bloody.”

Manorama was giving a mild lesson on this red bird’s dynamics in the midst of our discussing this summer’s youth bus tour.  “Great lesson about nature,” I thought.  Nature is harsh. 

My hosts in this district of Alachua are Ananta Sesa and Vaishnavi, both of South Indian origin.  They reside with their two sons, Aravind and Gopal.  They had arranged a picnic in the town’s park which has a typical Floridian forest trail.  Jagannatha, Vaikuntha, and son, Dhira, along with one of the very few monks in the area, Janudwipa, took to the trail with me, at least a small portion of it.  Conversations began about large temple constructions going on in various places in the world.  We were talking about the expansion of Krishna Consciousness in places like India, Russia, Eastern Europe, pockets of South America and Africa, where there is exponential growth.  North America seems to be lagging behind a little bit in terms of growth. 

When we look at a response in North America from the public, it is rather good.  People are either curious or just downright friendly, but not always so committal.  One thing to admit to is that our marketing approach needs some adjustment.  I’ve seen it work in places like Gainesville where young people are joining what we call, Krishna House.

Our evening wrap up occurred at the very home where I’m staying.  A host of people from various backgrounds, including some neighbours, showed up.  After kirtan, we discussed the nature of the mind, since that is what we all contend with on a daily basis. 

I opened up the discussion to all.  This is food for thought.

The mind: 

1)      The centre of the senses.
2)      The sixth sense.
3)      The subtle sense.
4)      It is fickle.
5)      It is like a switch.
6)      It’s either a friend or a foe.
7)      It possesses a good and bad side.
8)      It’s a storage unit of thoughts.
9)      A river of thought.
10)   It can elevate you when controlled and degrade you when it controls you.
11)   It can enslave you.
12)   It is a connector.
13)   It is the reigns of the wild horses (senses) pulled by the driver (intelligence) of the chariot (the body) and bewilders the passenger (the soul).
14)   It’s a rascal, a monkey, a clown.
15)   It’s like money, here today, gone tomorrow.
16)   Befriend it and it works in your favour.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Monday, April 28th, 2014
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Orlando, Florida

Cleanse For Glory

Angelo and I and a few other individuals made our way to Main Highway with meditation beads in hand, and then down to a quiet road which accesses the ocean.  It was my second trip here this morning.  A police cab was parked on that road very close to the water’s edge.  On my first venture over here, however, alone at 4 AM, it was a parked car that likely facilitated two lovers.  Who knows.  I’m not that curious.

Angelo had remarked that he like the fact that he parked ourselves (I mean buttocks) to a concrete block to be by the waves for gaining a sense of peace.  I concurred saying, “Chanting by the sound of moving water can do a lot to clear the cobwebs of the mind.” 

My visit to Miami terminated.  Goodbye, Miami, and hello Orlando. 

Here, I was driven to the new home of Abhimanyu Arjuna for a housewarming event, Vedic style.  Raghu, a young priest from near Gainesville, drove the distance to perform the homa (fire ceremony).  For Jamie and Chuck, who are local yoga instructors, viewing the ceremony was a new experience.  Again, here was a ritual, like the chanting by the ocean in the morning, which serves to cleanse or purify the consciousness. 

Considering the materialistic world in which we live with all its crazy demands, we need all the help we can get.  It’s important to remind ourselves and each other in a regular manner that we consider to make our exit from this life after a good cleansing.  Who wants to leave this world with a bad or sick heart?  No one in their right mind would want that.  It’s principles of forgiveness and gratitude that permit a glorious parting.  That’s why all the chanting, purifying rituals, wholesome interaction, etc., make a difference in changing the shape of our destiny. 

May the Source be with you!

7 KM

Sunday, April 27th, 2014
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Coconut Grove, Florida
A Small Band of Us

A small band of us trekked to the ocean, and on our way we passed by a pizza shop which looked to be a 24/7 outfit.  The owner of the shop came out and broke out into a chant when he saw us.  It turns out that he knows one of our boys, a monk who passed away no less than two years ago. 

“I love that guy,” said the pizza man with his hand to his heart. 

“You mean, Siddha Vidya, my god brother monk?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy, that’s his name,” he said.  “I’ll make some pizzas for you guys,” and we declined saying it’s a little early in the morning.  It was 5:30 AM. 

Those of us who walked together knew of this extraordinary soul – Siddha Vidya, who made an impression on so many people with his visits to shop owners.  He made so many friends with all the people he had met.

Now, we continued on through Peacock Park, where hippies frequented, played Frisbee and enjoyed the food and fun that Krishna monks provided in the ‘70’s.  Vishnujana Swami, a most renowned monk of his time, drew the crowds. 

Much later in the day, or let’s say at 1-ish, a second group of us made our way to the docks for a boat ride and swim.   The operator of the boat called “Pearson” with the Shake A Leg establishment, was one of those guys that used to hang out at Peacock Park with the Krishnas in the ‘70’s.  Being sensitive about our needs, he took us to a beach area away from the sex, drugs, and rock and roll scene, bless his heart.  Hence, we played hard in the water.  I still prefer fresh water though.  Jambavan, from Michigan, was with us, and told about his father’s t-shirt, which held a caption in support of the Great Lakes, where there’s fresh water.  The caption read, “No Sharks, No Salt, No Worries”.  When I asked the operator of the boat about sharks in the area, his facetious response was, “Whoever amongst you is a poor swimmer, just keep him near you.”

The evening wrapped up at the ISKCON Centre with Jambavan and I doing a duet on the Gita’s message.  I will also say that the kirtan that preceded it was electrifying.

May the Source be with you!

8 KM

Saturday, April 26th, 2014
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Coconut Grove, Florida

 
These Trees
 
The three of us, Angelo, Ananda Rupa and I, took to the sidewalk along Main highway.  The name is somewhat misleading, it’s only a two lane expanse of asphalt in the Coconut Grove area, and it runs along the Atlantic Ocean, separated by a lean stretch of land with high end properties and private schools.  Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, had strolled here on this very sidewalk under the banyan trees.  Nice place.  “Trees” was the topic of our discussion. In regards to the story of the pracetas, yogis, who had submerged themselves in water, as their venue for meditation.  They came out of the water after an extended time of trance, and noticed that the land they once knew was overgrown by trees.  They then arranged for clearing these forests, and like most projects conducted by man, it was taken to the extreme.  The moon objected to the destruction, to quote, “Soma, the king of the moon and the king of all vegetation, forbade the pracetas (from further destruction) since they, the trees, are the source of food for all.”
 
Trees are so essential for our sustenance in so many ways.  As the day rolled out, the trees at Cocounut Grove at Virginia Street, provided a welcoming shade for our mini Festival of Chariots.  The sun was baking us alive, so we, the participants, took shelter of the coconut trees as the deities of Jagannatha, Baladeva and Subhadra, were carried out by priests.  The kirtan resounded and was energetic.  I did tolerate some tone deaf chanting leaders.  There was a glorious comment that came out by a Catholic mother of one of our devotees.  She was told that this drumming and singing was our version of high mass.  She found it quite lively.
 
Our brief procession culminated under the shady mango tree, where dance, song and slide show, were on display on a stage.  Once again, the tree did so much to offer relief to our situation.  God bless our trees.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
6 KM

Sunday, April 27th, 2014
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Coconut Grove, Florida

A Small Band of Us

A small band of us trekked to the ocean, and on our way we passed by a pizza shop which looked to be a 24/7 outfit.  The owner of the shop came out and broke out into a chant when he saw us.  It turns out that he knows one of our boys, a monk who passed away no less than two years ago. 

“I love that guy,” said the pizza man with his hand to his heart. 

“You mean, Siddha Vidya, my god brother monk?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy, that’s his name,” he said.  “I’ll make some pizzas for you guys,” and we declined saying it’s a little early in the morning.  It was 5:30 AM. 

Those of us who walked together knew of this extraordinary soul – Siddha Vidya, who made an impression on so many people with his visits to shop owners.  He made so many friends with all the people he had met.

Now, we continued on through Peacock Park, where hippies frequented, played Frisbee and enjoyed the food and fun that Krishna monks provided in the ‘70’s.  Vishnujana Swami, a most renowned monk of his time, drew the crowds. 

Much later in the day, or let’s say at 1-ish, a second group of us made our way to the docks for a boat ride and swim.   The operator of the boat called “Pearson” with the Shake A Leg establishment, was one of those guys that used to hang out at Peacock Park with the Krishnas in the ‘70’s.  Being sensitive about our needs, he took us to a beach area away from the sex, drugs, and rock and roll scene, bless his heart.  Hence, we played hard in the water.  I still prefer fresh water though.  Jambavan, from Michigan, was with us, and told about his father’s t-shirt, which held a caption in support of the Great Lakes, where there’s fresh water.  The caption read, “No Sharks, No Salt, No Worries”.  When I asked the operator of the boat about sharks in the area, his facetious response was, “Whoever amongst you is a poor swimmer, just keep him near you.”

The evening wrapped up at the ISKCON Centre with Jambavan and I doing a duet on the Gita’s message.  I will also say that the kirtan that preceded it was electrifying.

May the Source be with you!

8 KM

Saturday, April 26th, 2014
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Coconut Grove, Florida
 
These Trees
 

The three of us, Angelo, Ananda Rupa and I, took to the sidewalk along Main highway.  The name is somewhat misleading, it’s only a two lane expanse of asphalt in the Coconut Grove area, and it runs along the Atlantic Ocean, separated by a lean stretch of land with high end properties and private schools.  Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, had strolled here on this very sidewalk under the banyan trees.  Nice place.  “Trees” was the topic of our discussion. In regards to the story of the pracetas, yogis, who had submerged themselves in water, as their venue for meditation.  They came out of the water after an extended time of trance, and noticed that the land they once knew was overgrown by trees.  They then arranged for clearing these forests, and like most projects conducted by man, it was taken to the extreme.  The moon objected to the destruction, to quote, “Soma, the king of the moon and the king of all vegetation, forbade the pracetas (from further destruction) since they, the trees, are the source of food for all.”
 
Trees are so essential for our sustenance in so many ways.  As the day rolled out, the trees at Cocounut Grove at Virginia Street, provided a welcoming shade for our mini Festival of Chariots.  The sun was baking us alive, so we, the participants, took shelter of the coconut trees as the deities of Jagannatha, Baladeva and Subhadra, were carried out by priests.  The kirtan resounded and was energetic.  I did tolerate some tone deaf chanting leaders.  There was a glorious comment that came out by a Catholic mother of one of our devotees.  She was told that this drumming and singing was our version of high mass.  She found it quite lively 
 
Our brief procession culminated under the shady mango tree, where dance, song and slide show, were on display on a stage.  Once again, the tree did so much to offer relief to our situation.  God bless our trees. 
 
May the Source be with you!
 
6 KM

Friday, April 25th, 2014
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Miami, Florida

Give Gita A Chance

It’s not my most favourite time of the year to be in Florida, the weather gets balmy and hot.  I decided to stay in the Miami airport terminal, as I usually do, to take advantage of the AC in anticipation for a pickup or a ride.  That was the reason for missing my ride by Dr. Romue, AKA, Murari Gupta.  In other words, I should have been standing outside.  I took pleasure in a sit down reading from the book, “Chaitanya Bhagavat”, on the life of the renowned mantra master.  Time passed by.  I phoned the doctor, but no response.  Okay, taxi then.  Walking was out of the question for the chance of getting lost.  And also contending with the distance factor while hauling luggage. 

I arrived by taxi at the Coconut Grove ISKCON address.  Happily, I met a group of eager people I’d not seen for months.  There were new people in the mix, people who had since my last visit, discovered the wisdom of the “Bhagavad Gita”, and which resonated with them.  New faces, and joyful ones, enthusiastic to hear and see someone who might be an exemplar of the culture of the Gita.  Personally, I could not fit such shoes.  In any event, “I’ve given some friendship as best as I can,” I thought. 

We all gathered in my accommodated room and basked in the warmth of light heartedness, and not the sun.  I offered words of encouragement, “Life,” I said, “on the outside provides little fulfillment.  We are all looking but we are not receiving.  When you come to the point of stumbling upon Krishna’s divine word, then everything changes.”  The room full of people all admitted that it’s all there – in the Gita, like, “An empire spoke,” as Emerson said.  And as Thoreau had put it, “I bathe my intellect in the stupendous philosophy” of the Gita’s enlightenment.

Humbly, I could not say anything fresh and new, but to point to the text itself which can change the hearts of all.  Give the Gita a chance. 

May the Source be with you!

0 KM

Thursday, April 24th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

With His Finger

In our ashram office, a small packet was lying there on the desk.  I was curious.  It had arrived by regular post, I guess.  I opened the package, got to the contents, and saw it to be a complimentary copy of a CD entitled, “Mighty Govinda”, by the artist of the same name.  It’s a dancey piece of music with a touch of reggae, hip hop and classical music.  It’s upbeat.  I think I could walk to this genre of music.  It made me happy, gave me pleasure.  That’s all anybody ever wants anyways, right?  We desire ananda (joy). 

Don’t we all know from experience that where there’s pleasure there also will be some pain.  I have been concerned about my right index finger giving some botheration for a straight month now.  Not quite sure what it is – some minor infection.  It was some coincidence that I read from a calendar of Prabhupada’s meditations, a daily excerpt from his realization.  While listening to the music, I had a hard look at the finger, when I happened to glance at the quote for today. 

“If there is little pain in the finger, I become so much disturbed because I’ve got intimate connection with this finger.  Similarly, we have got intimate connection with Krishna, and we are fallen.  Therefore, Krishna always also feels little pain, and therefore, He comes down.  Krishna is feeling pain, so you become Krishna Conscious, then Krishna will feel pleasure.” – Srila Prabhupada.

May the Source be with you!

8 KM

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014
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Dubai, UAE

Clothes Vs. None

I’m not the only one in free flowing loose attire.  At the international airport at Dubai, you see plenty of Orthodox wear that isn’t necessarily square.  There’s the Islamic clothes, for men it’s head gear in white, with long gown to match.  Some men sport the lungi, a draped from the waist down comfortable cloth, and then a white chaddar wrapped around the upper torso, folded over on the left shoulder.  Some women wear the traditional black, some with the burqa over the entire head.

As a Hare Krishna monk, I don’t stand out as unique any more, unless I’m walking in the prairie country or the mountains which I’m quite excited about for the coming May.   Common place in these areas are coveralls and denims, and where you hardly see a lady’s dress, that seems to be something of the past. 

Back in the airport you see the signs for the passengers’ washrooms where you see the symbols of the human figurines, one with a dress and one with pants.  The male’s room shows the form with the pants, but that doesn’t necessarily apply to an airport like Dubai’s where the genders seem to cross borders when it comes to dress style. 

Look!  There’s another guy in robes, a solid dark brown material worn by a Southeast Asian who happens to be a Buddhist monk. 

Whatever the duds, it’s mostly needed to cover up embarrassing figures and conceal bad body odour from being stuck on a plane for hours.  Thank God for clothes, whether it be a dress or pants.  Thank God that Adam and Eve came up with something practical after realizing the naked truth.  Thank Providence that the naga babas (naked sages) of the Himalayas have their caves to wear as their clothes.  We might, however, learn something from their being beyond the bodily concept.  I am not this body, I have a body, and I will shed it like I do my clothes. 

I am spirit. 

May the Source be with you!

0 KM

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

Something About Family
 
After four days of intense devotional output at this 26th annual Festival of Chariots in Durban, there was happy fatigue.  The attendance at the temple’s morning program was skimpy for that reason, and more.  Some of the visiting monks from Europe, the US and India, had already departed for other destinations.  You can say things are back to normal.  The party’s over.  Members of the spiritual family have gone to their respective areas of what they call home. 

The few of us lingering folks sat down for listening to a recording of our guru, Srila Prabhupada, speaking about the concept of family from the Vedic perspective.  Imagine stretching out to beyond extended family.  “It is not just a man with wife and children, it is generations,” Srila Prabhupada explained from a pravachan (talk) he delivered on October 5th, 1976, Vrindavan, India.  He went on to say that the family consideration was so important in Vedic culture.  If there was some misbehaviour on the part of a member of the family, it would leave a great scar on the dynasty. 

This is a major issue raised at the inception of the dialogue between Krishna and Arjuna in the “Bhagavad Gita”.  Arjuna was concerned about improper action impacting the family.  From his standpoint, the proper action was no action, in the case of the Kurukshetra war.  From Krishna’s point of view, failure to perform meant cowardliness and irresponsibility.  Krishna’s constant reminder to Arjuna, being of a dignified clan, was saying that there was an obligation to act in their defense, making it honourable. 

While some Krishna followers I know have little or sometimes no tie with biological family, there is, however, a strong allegiance to their spiritual family.  Another case, family in the broad sense, needs protection from ill repute.  You want to try to avoid doing that which is embarrassing to yourself, and above all, your allegiances. 

May the Source be with you!

 3 KM

Monday, April 21st, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

Trail Break

I had been pining for an African trail to come my way, and so it came to pass that Tamohara dispelled the dream, and had in most practical terms, arranged for a drive by his dad, Thayalan, to take Kala, Jambavan and I to a gorgeous gorge at Krantz Kloof.  We arrived there at the hour of dawn when trees drop dew and the aromas of plants perk the nostrils.  The rubber tree was there to greet us, perfectly circular mushrooms of a rustic tone were also there.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, no big game crossed our paths.  In fact, the largest form of wildlife that we sighted came in the form of a microphone length (you can tell I’ve been on the stage lately) centipede of sorts.  It was perfectly coiled as it clung on to the side of a tree.  A creek appeared and disappeared, snaking its way to its own natural whim, and making its own descension to manifest as waterfalls. 

Being in this green zone was a great break from the asphalt at the festival site.  And, as always, when you trek the softened and uneven path under nature’s canopies, it is such a far cry from moving over the hardened, flat surfaces of city constructs.  I felt certain leg muscles stretch – muscles that become lazy from plying over the terrain of manmade evenness. 

‘Twas a treat. 

Back to a baking sun at the old Durban Drive-In Theatre grounds, and this day, at the Bhakti Cloud tent, we danced out the eight stanza “Chaitanya’s Verses”.  Verse three especially resonated with volunteers as I rapped out,

It is best to chant with humility
To be as humble as you can possibly be
It’s like a blade of grass you see
And be more tolerant than a tree…

From executing the dance I could appreciate the dynamics of flatness. 

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Sunday, April 20th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

Katha Dance

African born Jambulani, affectionately known as Jabs, accepted a new name today through diksa initiation.  His new name is Jambavan.  In the ceremony held in the temple tent to local monks, Bhakti Chaitanya and Kadambha Kanana Swamis and I, initiated several candidates.  It simply means that the spiritual family is growing in South Africa.

On the schedule and in demand was more of the Dance Master stuff at the Bhakti Cloud tent.  With the presentation of “Little Big Ramayan” the night before, the details of avatar, Ram, and His pastimes, are fresh in the mind.  So, the djembe drums triggered some creative juices which lead to my rapping out the story.  This compelled participants to dance it out.  If you didn’t drum the site, you ended up standing and clapping, if not dancing and repeating the rap. 

This approach attracts major attention as on goers outside the marquee stood in delight and awe.  Many of the dancers were relatively new to the story of Ram’s great heroism, of love, of devotion, loyalty and dharma.  This technique, dancing out the story, is a remarkable learning curve and great substitute for mundane dance. 

I’m hoping that this katha dance (story dancing) will really take off and become mainstream one day, because it is wholesome and takes the practitioner to a metaphysical level beyond this world of maya (illusion). 

May the Source be with you!

6 KM

Saturday, April 19th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

From Tent to Tent

I had paid a visit to the unsung heroes who are doing all the cooking outdoors for the hungry festival goers.  It’s impressive!  Just shy of the golden number 100, are these sizeable pots under fire that are burning and crackling away.  Beryani, a South African favourite, is on the boil for this second day at the Chariot Festival which is held at the old Durban drive in theatre.

Food is one of the major features of festivals.  Apart from the stage where our group brought down the house for the standing ovation performance of Little Big Ramayan, my like at the event is a tent called the Bhakti Cloud.  Here the youth organize presentations of various sorts.  On the program schedule, I’ve been dubbed as The Dance Master, so the expectation is for me to pull off a dance to the sound of half a dozen djembes. 

So much for being The Walking Monk.  Now there’s the expectation that I’m Fred Astaire.  Anyways, our half hour stint went well.  We got everyone up to dancing out and enacting the ten Avatars. 

Another highlight for me was an hour session given to talking at Tent A, about walking experiences.  I wasn’t sure that my Tails on Trails would carry an appeal, yet the tent filled up and interest in pilgrimage was generated.  My final word was actually a question, “How many of you anticipate to do more walking now that you hear how fun and freeing it is?”  The response was, “Lakker”, which in Afrikaans means, “Good”.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Friday, April 18th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

Round and Around and Round We Go

The smart path for walking on the Chatsworth temple grounds is essentially a concrete walkway running as a concentric formation around the building.  If you were to look from the bird’s eye view, you might see a spot on the rim of a wheel circling about over and over again.  That spot would be a group of chanters moving constantly for at least an hour or more. 

I am one of several in that group that makes the spot.  Unofficially we have become by chance a japa team.  Our group began as one.  One became two.  Two became three and so on. 

Jabs from Pretoria joined us.  He is a relative new comer to Krishna Consciousness and bhakti yoga.  There are several paths leading to the temple which cross our walking path.  Jabs happened to be walking on one of those paths, he spotted our group and I nodded that he should join our japa walking team.  So I suggested to Jabs, which is short for Jambavan, “If you join us you just concentrate on the mantra, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare .  You’ll be happy to know that while chanting at this time, and you keep with our pace, you’ll be going at 5 kilometres an hour.”  I implied to him that with chanting and walking simultaneously you get double mercy.  Jabs was sold on the idea and he joined our group as it grew and grew.  Everyone on board seemed to enjoy the power of joint chanting and joint walking.  In addition to there being a moat around the temple with a constant flow of H2O that hugs the edifice, it creates a very pleasant atmosphere.  It just so happens that Nelson Mandela had stepped and walked on our circular path more than once, giving our trail an extra significance. 

Congratulations to Jabs and other members of our South African based drama troupe who pulled off a great rendition of Big Fish Little Fish on the first day of the great festival.

May the Source be with you!

8 KM

Thursday, April 17th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

On Anger

SB 1.7.34

I was asked to give the class from Bhagavatam, SB 1.7.34.  This I did after a brisk walk.  Here are points we came up with on this interesting subject.

ANGER

1)      A product of passion
2)      It breeds bewilderment and blocks the brain
3)      It’s a beast that can be tamed
4)      An explosive that blows up in your face
5)      It’s what’s behind 4
6)      It means you’re not appreciating
7)      It could mean you didn’t get enough sleep
8)      A temper tantrum triggered by the tempter/temptress
9)      It becomes a great opportunity for picking up a drum and creating nice music (kirtan)
10)   Controlling it is a great victory
11)   It’s a big expenditure to check, and for clean up after damage is done
12)   When you keep a lid on it, it turns into a nice prep
13)   It does have its place (as in anger over abuse issues).  Know when to use it.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa

Couldn’t Be Sweeter

The pathway has puddles.  The ground under the parking lot has waves.  The sky is wet and air is still.  Not exactly the best conditions.  I am moved to an amphitheatre where I can chant and walk simultaneously.  But, the narrow shelter above the amphitheatre does little to block out the drizzle.  Normally, I’d be trekking round and round the mandir (temple).  It’s safe staying on temple grounds.  You can’t risk meandering through the streets nearby.  Crime is really high.  In the past though, I ventured around.  You are at some advantage if you are male, and being a monk helps, I imagine.  It’s unfortunate that in the past people within the community have been murdered under circumstances.  The cause?  Myriad reasons. 

But life in South Africa is not always great.  It has it’s bubbly moments.  A monkey perched on a branch near my window was looking for opportunity.  I threw him an orange, boy did he get excited.  He left me his peels. 

Our rehearsals for the weekend entertainment have been exhilarating.  Cast members have got all this rhythm, they can dance and they can act.  A good chunk of the troupe are from the Zulu community.  Performance is up their alley. 

The chariot festival always brings out the best in people.  Bhakti practitioners come from other parts of South Africa to join in for a mixed reverence and fun.  Guests are arriving from other continents.  I’m one of them.  This is my 14th year.  I’m always given warm and great food – avocados and sandwiches especially.

The day couldn’t be sweeter really. 

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Tuesday, April 15th, 2014
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Stay in the Water
Durban, South Africa
 
This marks the 20th year since the abolishment of apartheid in South Africa.  People of native origin fought long and hard to achieve their freedom as recent history tells.  Despite the policy and administrative adjustments, things are far from perfect. Now you have minorities complaining about favoritism.  Job opportunities are preferentially partial.  And it goes on and on.  
But lets not be naive. Nothing’s ever going to be a bowl of roses. We are living in the material world, so, let’s not whine so much.  Let’s not blame everyone else for our own discomforts. You put yourself in the spot where you are now.  Such is the nature of karma. So swallow it and get on with life.  Life isn’t always fair, okay?
Maybe you don’t belong here in the first place? Is that fair? Is that a fair question?
Today we spent hours on preparing dramas for the upcoming weekend Festival of Chariots.  Walking took a back seat.  To address this “other worldly” issue I found it great in the script writing by local stand up comedian, K.C., we call him, when the Sangoma, a Zulu shaman, who directs the troubled under dogged victim out of his misery. The story plays up on the analogy that we are all fish out of water.
Little Fish is the actual name of the victim and he addresses the Sangoma, “I need help. I don’t know what to do anymore.  I need someone to take my problems away.”  The Sangoma spews out sounds like only a wizard can do as he throws the bones and reads the message.  
“The bones don’t lie.  You were in a good place, a really good place, a long time ago!  Hmm, hmmm, then you got greedy.  You left that place.  You left that lovely place, to come here! But my friend, you’re never going to be happy over here, this place is not for you.  You are never going to be happy here, unless you go back to your home.  This place is not for you… you are like a fish out of water.”
The message has merit.  It gives us something to aspire towards. 
May the Source be with you!
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Monday, April 14th, 2014
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Durban, South Africa
To Tolerate
Kala, Tamohara and I were flying from Mauritius to South Africa.  While waiting at the airport in Johannesburg, the stopover before heading to Durban, I was reading some anecdotes from those who were with our guru.  A passage I read happened to be of an occurrence while our guru, Srila Prabhupada, had flown from Mauritius to Durban.  It was a small lesson on tolerance.
Pusta Krishna: We were flying from Mauritius to Durban on Quantus Airlines. I was seated beside Srila Prabhupada wearing my little British hat, shirt, coat and pants.  At that time there was a rugby match between South Africa and New Zealand teams, and there were a lot of rugby types on the plane. We had a seat in the non-smoking section, but people were smoking there and I was disturbed.  I was also concerned for Srila Prabhupada’s welfare.  So I asked the stewardess to please ask them to stop smoking in the non-smoking section.  She told the rugby type guys, who were drinking quite a bit as well, to stop smoking.  But they didn’t stop. I was about to ask the stewardess, “Please ask them again,” when Prabhupada stopped me.  He said “What is the difference between us and them if we can’t tolerate these sort of things?  Don’t be an ordinary, common, foolish man.”
I thought the passage was instructive.  Why whine over everything?  While in the air on whatever jet, there are always little things that we persevere through. Anyway, “Sawubona!” which means, “Hello!” in Zulu.
May the Source be with you!
5 KM

Saturday, April 12th, 2014
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La Vallee de Ferney, Mauritius

Sea, Mountains and Folks
Well, what a day!  It began with a few young men going for a power walk with me by the ocean shore, past Bleu Bay, then a loop back to Mahebourg, and then by car and bus down a rickety road in La Vallee de Ferney.  At one point we pulled out of the bus to experience this gorgeous conservation area of endemic, indigenous and exotic trees.  The names will strike a funny bone of curiosity.  Our guide pointed out some of the official names of trees – the cinnamon of course, but there were also the black and white ebony trees.  Never heard of a rat tree?  Neither have I.  Its leaves, when gathered and put in a draw after three days, start reeking like a decomposing rat.  There, a cyclone tree gives a resemblance of the swirling dynamic that mother nature sends around now and then.  Finally our group of 23 also viewed the nail tree from the strong hard wood variety, pieces of the trunk were crafted in the shape of nails and used for construction.
We saw little wildlife but for the kestrel bird, a tiny hawk-like bird that almost went extinct.  Not but four decades ago only four existed.  They were native to Mauritius, but conservationists did their work and bread the few alive.  Now they are making a return.
To their merit, activist nature lovers fought to keep a proposed highway from penetrating through the fragile eco system.  What a delight it was to be here!  And as one Swiss devotee said, “We (meaning Krishna devotees) need to do more of these type of outings.”  I couldn’t agree more.  When you see those creeks and waterfalls you know that there is a kinder, softer world upstairs and this is a mere reflection of it.
The Dutch have been blamed for poaching the last of the dodo birds, but more recent research indicates that a famine the country experienced destroyed this huge feathered guy forever.  Anyways!  Whatever! We must endeavour to preserve all that is precious.
A dive in the blue ocean and picnic marked the middle of the afternoon.  Then the evening was topped with a turnout of 300 folks eager for kirtan, philosophy and a feast to not forget.
That’s why I say, “What a day!”
May the Source be with you!
14 KM