Sunday, March 6th, 2016
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Sunday, March 6th, 2016                                                   
Mayapur, India

Focus Tradition

Yesterday I had been marvelling at the excellent work of Sesha.  It was the last day of our AGM and he wrapped-up our session of discussion with an ability I hadn’t seen before.  I happened to be sitting next to him at an angle where I could see his profile. He resembled, with poise, the power and penetration of a hawk. He was focused on the subject matters on the table.  Perhaps he is mastering time management skills.  Being a lawyer, he is sharp and direct, and gets to conciseness.  He would stay on topic and not allow for endless comments to enter the circle.  At the same time he made everyone in the room feel that they were sufficiently heard.

There’s a gift in all of this.

Kirtan  Mela has begun.  It is a festival of the Mantra.  By good fortune I had a time slot to lead for half an hour.  As was done last year, when the mic was given to me I addressed all the people in the Pancha Tattva Hall.

“We are going to do this in the traditional way.”

So I encouraged all to rise and get up on their feet and “Dance to the music” (Sly and the Family Stone).

The smiles were oceanic.  The moves were animated.  The sound was loud, and for a few moments of truth to set in, as expressed in the words of Shivaram Swami during the morning class “the name of the Lord is more beautiful than the form of the Lord.”

May the Source be with you!

5 km

Saturday, March 5th, 2016
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Saturday, March 5th, 2016                                                                                
Mayapur, India

Bhakti Light

Today was ekadasi a day to fast from grains.  Most important about it is to enhance your devotional output.  I was pleasantly surprised by the grain replacement offered today on the menu- buckwheat dosas. Yes, buckwheat is not considered a grain.  That, in dosa format, supposes the flavour of a regular dosa. Ours was served with potato-and-nut filling.  A beautiful discovery!

To look at the enhanced devotion I did not have to strain myself thinking of what "extra" I had done.  For the last three days I made an appeal on the microphone and over Mayapur TV airwaves for a crowd, an actual good cross-section of different people- African, American, Chinese, Indians, blacks, whites, male, and female- to show up as a chanting party for an upcoming documentary "Acharya."

As requested, people turned up at 4PM.  The local young monks, gurukulis, were on their regular slot for singing, and all that was missing at the venue, the Radha Madhava temple, was the group of responders and dancers.  The outcome was one displaying the epitome of a bunch of happy Hare Krishnas.  This was what film-maker, Yadubar, wanted.

It was neither an austerity to put together, nor was it a chore to be part of the session, in dancing with the crew! Yadubar had asked beforehand that I depict the group.  This was not necessary since those who showed up were on automatic pilot.

I also accepted lunch at Maha-Shringha's home where I read a segment of "Krishna" book and partook in kirtan with a kirtan band, "The Maya-puris." Food was light because that is what ekadasi is much about; increased services and being easier on the belly.

May the Source be with you!

4 Km

Friday, March 4th, 2016
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Friday, March 4th, 2016                                                       
Mayapur, India

Not Always Rosy

I had met Jaya Vijay at a festival in the Berkley area some years ago and had marvelled at his working efforts.  He was a padayatra (Pilgrim) leader for 10 years from 1986 to 1996.  He is indeed inspiring. I wanted to include him in this blog about the purifying nature of walking.  An article appeared in the recent issue of Padayatra: Worldwide:

“When you watch a Padayatra India slideshow everything seems rosy, but in fact it
was very difficult.  Walking the highways in Indiais no place for a lady or gentleman.
Some of the truck drivers are very rough – sometimes they go off the road or hit the
oxen.  We got malaria and dysentery.  When the devotees get ill, it’s difficult to
recover and keep moving at the same time.  They have to stay on the tractor. They
don’t have a private room.  Maybe once or twice a month we might get a private
room.  Usually we stayed in open schools, where there was no privacy at all.  People
watched you when you took your bath or passed stool. Sadhu means “open book” – it
is another definition of a sadhu – there is nothing to hide.  You have to learn to sit
down on your mat and be in your own mental world and do your own thing. 
Sometimes it’s hard to do it because you’re tired and you have people looking at you,
laughing at you, joking about you.  It’s a place to learn tolerance; it is not a joke.  I
have seen many devotees blow it or hit each other, not out of contempt but because
they’d just had enough.  I have seen lots of sannyasis go crazy with the kids.  It is very
difficult.  Some devotees got injured.  There were broken wrists and ankles, one
devotee was hit by a truck, and another from Finlanddied when he fell under the
tractor in South India.  Sometimes we present the rosy side of padayatra, but to pick
the roses there are many thorns, and sometimes you get pricked.  It’s not a piece of
cake.  In the long run it’s very purifying – the most purifying program in our whole
ISKCON society.”

(The Most Purifying Programs, by Jaya Vijaya dasa, Padayatra Newsletter, 2016)

May the Source be with you!

6 Km

Thursday, March 3rd, 2016
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2016                                                      
Mayapur, India

Boat on the Ganga

He came riding on an elephant.  Kishand Radha Padmini got married today at the popular Jagannath temple, and it was done in royal style.  Unfortunately I missed that part of the grand entrance by the couple.

I arrived late although invited a year ago.  The bride came on a palanquin.  I was told it was classy.  My excuse for the lateness:  I organized a boat kirtan for our devotees from Canada.  We come from a country that is so stretched out.  We rarely get together.  We enjoyed a motor boat's ride with an awning to provide shade as we plied along the Ganges River, past the confluence of the Jalangi.  Gliding over the water of perhaps the most famous river in the world, we formed ourselves in song.

That is exactly as it went.  Once embarking on that boat which could accommodate 45 people, we just began singing the mantras.  There was no real talking on that boat.  We were communicating nevertheless.  The mantra makes the heart connection in its magical way.  It was Sri Chaitanya who expressed that all spiritual powers are invested in the Hare Krishna mantra.  If anyone could get an inkling of these powers, consider yourself very blessed.

The boat ride was a celebration of all that's holy- the water, the mantras, and the people chanting.

The wedding described earlier was a gathering of special people.  "They are like demigods", remarked my friend, Yadubar.  I couldn't agree more.  Photogenic, energetic and hooked up to Krishna, puts them in a special spot.  There's a certain dedication the younger folks have captured.

On one occasion our guru, Srila Prabhupada, said that it is noble to be dedicated.

May the Source be with you!

7 Km

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016
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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016                                   
Mayapur, India

Bat Blood             

Right off the bat the day started off in a most interesting way.

I was just ready to leave for the Samadhi temple as Mandala was taking his shower.  I opened the door when a bat helped himself to our premises.  I shouted to Mandala that we had an uninvited guest.            

"There's a bat in the room!"

I proceeded to open the door with the prospect to have him leave.  A second opportunistic bat flew in. Now we had two of them fluttering around.  Okay, I kept the doors open hoping a third wouldn't venture in.  One of them did make an exit.  The fan running at optimum mode may have confused them.

Unfortunately, after hearing a sound of something hitting the fan, I had hoped we didn't injure the remaining fellow.  I stepped in and there he was, fallen on the floor.  A streak of blood droplets lie near his body which still had signs of life.  There was an occasional flap of the wings but I could see his hours if not minutes were numbered.  Sad for him.  I moved him out into the corridor with the sliding if my shoe.

When I returned from my morning sadhana I found he was gone-- left to providence in some form.  God bless his soul.

This evening I received a number of complements on our production of "Krishna Is."  It was held in the Samadhi Auditorium.  The most common remark was regarding the excellent job done by Balaram Vilchis as "Krishna."  His portrayal is very graceful and masculine at the same time.  I think he outdoes Batman.

May the Source be with you!

7 Km

Tuesday March 1st, 2016
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Tuesday March 1st, 2016
Mayapur, India

Worry for Gain

I’m going to wear my theatre cap right now.  It is a remarkable challenge in dealing with local Bengalis (all nice people) who have been given technical responsibility to set up the stage arrangements.  Is working with them a challenge?  Challenge #1 They know no English. Challenge #2 is their old equipment, worked into the ground – so to speak.  Challenge #3 is that they may get things done; on their own time (Perhaps that has something to do with hot weather).  Challenge #4 is that they are used to doing things in their own way.  Our dress rehearsal was disastrous from the technical side.

These hurdles caused a bit of rough sleep last night.  I was anxious, to say the least, right up to the last moment before show-time.

It becomes an impetus to develop your faith in the Sublime.  You convince yourself that you did the best you could.  So what happened is the technical crew actually felt our sense of urgency, and that we were going to settle for nothing less than pakha (perfect) arrangements.

The lights went up for the stage.  The lights were lowered for the green rooms.  My hands-on technical personnel, Nick and Mandala, were moving things along.  Actors for the play, ‘Krishna Is’ were ready.  Manoram, the magician opened the show and all went as pakha as it could possibly be.

The crowd of one-thousand-plus was very pleased.  The worry paid off.  I say that because the opposite extreme – over-confidence – never helps you win the game.

Trust in Krishna does!

May the Source be with you!

6 km

Monday Feb 29th, 2016
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Monday Feb 29th, 2016
Mayapur, India

Love Trails

“Every path hath its own personality,” I mentioned to Abhay as we reached a juncture, turned a corner, and allowed our feet to feel all the different stones.  Our eyes were excited by the blackness of those stones.

“Unique from the rest of the trails,” I added.

“They are going to put tar on the surface,” said Abhay.

“Don’t tell me!”

“That’s the plan,” said Abhay, a resident of Mayapur.

“To accommodate hardware,” I thought; hardware (meaning cars and scooters) and less software (meaning feet).

I wish I could love Krishnaas much as people love their vehicles.

On one of the trails nearby the local elephants do tread.  They, the two females, Visnupriya and Laksmipriya, have their daily strolls just like us.  They have their personalities too.  Vishnupriya, the slightly smaller, is feisty.  News got around that one time, while walking by, a woman (a pilgrim I suppose) just got too close to the giant mammal.  Vishnupriya picked her up at the waist with her powerful nose and tossed the lady in the ditch.  She ‘ditched’ her.

My sympathies go out to the woman who was thrown.  I am not aware of any serious injuries.  May the presiding deities of Krishna, in the name of Radha Madhava, give protection to all, as well as to the trails that connect people to each other, and to opportunities.  Each trail is unique and it carries with it the weight of trucks, people, and elephants.

May the Source be with you!

8 km

Sunday, February 28th, 2016
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Sunday, February 28th, 2016
Mayapur, India

Fate is Hard

He wasn't a puppy, exactly, but still too young to call him an adolescent.  He was by his own, perhaps disowned by his mother. He may never have had and may never will have a master. He is too sickly to be wanted.  Like many of his type you might call him a ‘mutt.’  He is a stray dog; like so many in India.

We were walking a trail eastbound and there he lies part cuddled, part up.  He was flee-infected and was working with his snout to his leg, addressing the disease of itch.  He was patchy-- bald in places-- and we felt sorry for him.

After the evening's fresh rainfall he had made the moist path his residence for the night.  Now that traffic picked up, like us trekkers, he would most likely move on, forever miserable in his existence.  He was ugly, and being that he was so young I personally wondered what chance he had for any kind of real life.

If he should live to puberty he may look for a mate.  Food will certainly be a priority.  He'll get sleep.  I assume he'll have some fights but hopefully the packs of jackals will be leaving him unnoticed.

Again, I felt for him.  I or we left him with a mantra as we passed by him on this quiet and sometimes harsh trail.  Fate is hard.

May the Source be with you!

6 km

Saturday, February 27th, 2016
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Saturday, February 27th, 2016
Mayapur, India

A Change

It was a nice change.  I had been sitting in seminars and sinking in my chair during
administrative meetings.  The seminars were stimulating.  Lokanath Swami and Hari Bhakti led one on proper Sanskrit pronunciation and traditional melodies.  I had dreamt that such an arrangement would materialize.

Well it has!

Also, my friend from the UK, Krpamoya, led a seminar 'The Guru and How Spiritual Teachers Fit or do Not Fit into an Institution.'  Gurus can be quite independent unless guided and blessed by their peers.  That's where the topic became interesting.  When John Lennon spoke to our guru, Prabhupada, about spiritual masters - the conversation led to ‘what makes a guru bona fide?’ and one of the best tests to ensure authenticity is that he talks and lives every moment for the Supreme.

What really made me feel that I was a bit off-the-grid, of hearing and listening at seminars and meetings, was giving a presentation myself.  At the courtyard of a condo block I was invited by Noam from Israelto chant, speak, and take some great middle-eastern food.

For openers we chanted and then read theatrically from the book, 'Krishna.'  The evening was stirring with winds picking up as we sat in the courtyard.  It simply added to the dramatic effects.

After so many hours of hearing you feel rather driven to deliver, hence we have the program of shravanam (hearing) and then kirtanam (delivery).

May the Source be with you!

9 km

Friday, Feb 26th 2016
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Friday, Feb 26th 2016
Mayapur, India

Human Need

Jananivas is a dedicated priest in Mayapur.  When a samskar, or a ritual, needs to be executed he’ll be only too happy to deploy himself.  Now when I say dedicated it is no joke.  He and his identical twin joined Iskcon many years ago and have lived in Mayapur for forty years.

An extraordinary monk!

I had an obligation to fulfill and I needed Jananivas’ help.  A friend from Canada, Danapati, had lost his wife.  She had perished before the year ended in 2015 and I was asked to carry those ashes to merge with the Ganges River.

Jananivas made use of kusha as an ingredient, along with honey, panchagavya (five substances from the cow), and some grains.  The ashes were placed in a clump of Ganges silt along with the ingredients.  The clump was shaped to accommodate those ingredients and then more mud was placed over top to cover everything.

This procedure was also repeated by two other participants.  A father of 55, Arjuna, placed his 21 year old son’s ashes in the same way.  This was the son who tried to stop thieves from entering their home when he was shot to death.  Tragic! Giri-Gopal from Guyana also partook with his Mum’s ashes.  She had been struggling with illness for years.

The mantras used were a final send-off and a communication with Vishnu while all three sets of ashes were made to float until merging.  Jananivas directed us to take a full bath in the sacred river.  I moved on more to the current of the water to meet another monk and friend, Jayadwaita Swami.  The three of us participants then returned to our schedules.

A closure was put to a human need.

May the Source be with you!

8 km

Thursday Feb 25th, 2016
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Thursday Feb 25th, 2016
Mayapur, India

Heavy Rains

Heavy rains had come the night before leaving pools, puddles, and minor flooding.  You had to watch where to walk.  An outdoor shopping mall with devotional paraphernalia could not be accessed.  It was one big mud river, so it seemed.  The mall was set up as a tempting maze. It was the route to the food.

The food - oh yes - the food.  It comes across as delicious each time.  During the ABM an extra 1300 people need to be fed.  The prasadam (sanctified food) draws the crowds twice a day.  I get the chance to walk from table to table and connect with the South Americans, Chinese, Africans, Europeans, Indians, and even the Americans.

I enjoyed the seminars on rural living and how to get there, as well as a seminar on
guru/discipleship.  I also received, from the maze I was talking about, a copy of the annual Padayatra news.  From a booth, Gaurangi, from Francehanded me the glossy journal.

Overseeing this publication is Lokanath Swami, a monk from India.  He is credited for
conducting padayatras (walking festivals) in Indiaand around the world.  There’s a forty-year history of these events which usually includes a bullock cart and a party of walking chanters.

It was Lokanath who told me of the Padayatra journal featuring this humble servant on the cover. Actually he told me, “You are left, right, and centre.”  The main story is the feature of my walk in the north-east of the USA last fall.

What an honour this is!

May the Source be with you!

5 km

Wednesday, February 24th, 2016
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Wednesday, February 24th, 2016
Mayapur, India

We All Suffer

Albert Schweitzer had once indicated that the happiest times are when you are in good health and in bad memory.  He was quoted by Tamohar, my dear friend from Florida, who conducted a seminar on why people suffer, even those who are spiritually devotional.

First of all, he began to explain, that some people enter a spiritual domain with unrealistic
expectations.  Suffering continues for people as a residual effect from karma in the past.  As we sometimes hear Christians say, 'Accept Jesus and all your sins will go away.'  Now that may happen but it may take some time.

It cannot be assumed that you go, 'Abra Kadabra' and, poof, all that's negative has disappear. Krishnastates it very clearly that the physical world in which we live is wrought with dualities-- extremes.  What we need to consider is that the spiritual process that we have adopted offers us the tools whereby we can learn to maturely accept difficulties.  We learn how to cope.  And when we exercise COPE there will be HOPE and we'll never have to say NOPE.

You will never have to refuse a challenge, which may come in many shapes or forms.  The mature way to receive a challenge, or oncoming suffering, is to say, 'Here is a test that the Universe (God) is giving me, and for all the wrongs I've done I deserve much worse.'  This is a healthy attitude.

May the Source be with you!

5 km

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2016
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Tuesday, February 23rd, 2016
Mayapur, India

Coming Together

The local dentist, Keshava, who resides for some time with us in Canada, arranged a get-together for bhakti-yogis from Canada.  It’s an annual reunion.  It bonds us as a unit in a small segment of the globe.

We know that the ultimate end our true identity is one of being a spirit soul.  'I am not this body.' I ultimately have no ties with race, gender, creed, or nationality.  Still at the same time while we roam through this world, in this body, there is an identity related to the land in which we are born.

It is hoped that every individual contributes to the land in which we live.  There is an expectation to fulfill some obligation; whether one is a spiritual seeker or not.  The relative practical reality is that we have a body which is conditioned in some way.

So here we are, a few people who came together-- people who are karmically linked-- to do some spiritual things in union. We ate prasadam together. We chanted together. We chatted. We had a good time.

The Russians do it, the Bengalis do it.  The Chinese do it, etc.  Why shouldn't those from the land of the maple leaf come together?

We all look for reinforcements in life.  Even those on the spiritual path require
encouragement. You do not advance on just your own strength.

When walking this morning I was considering the mechanics of my body, especially the legs, and how that part of my anatomy has so many components, each component assisting another. Even my eyes have to be somewhat watching what's ahead.  If there's a depression or a pothole on the way, when I see it coming I will connect with the brain and hence make adjustments in the mechanical operation of things.  These are all helpers.

Comradery is essential in achieving a surge of inspiration.  Assistants or helpers are there for us to take advantage of.

May the Source be with you!

7 km

Monday, February 22nd, 2016
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Monday, February 22nd, 2016                                       
Mayapur, India

Some Items                   

A whole group of tourists from Australia came to the sacred grounds of Mayapur.  I was the fortunate one to meet with them.

"How do you like this place?"

"Very interesting!  It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be," remarked one of the folks.

"It's still growing.”

“And where are you from?"

"Canada! I said.  You've been?"

“Oh yeah, we went to the Falls (Niagara)".

From a social perspective they were keen to learn but the spiritual component did not seem to concern them so much, so I wasn't about to push it.  It was great that they came.

Meetings for our AGM have begun and the greatest relief after the meeting was to get over to Uttam's place, which is a fruit vendor spot.  There I get my dose of cold freshly squeezed banana-pineapple juice.

The air was less musty today.  When the sky is clear then the date-ras drink is also clean, with the least amount of fermentation.  That drink also fuels you.

The brightest spot in the day appears to be the moments when Tulasi puja takes place.  Tulasi is the holy plant that Krishna devotees revere.  I'm often asked to lead the chant in her honour.  I do believe that by this worship we are making the ultimate green statement.  The other most important feature is to connect with each other.  Most people require the human/devotional factor.

Not to be neglected!

May the source be with you!

8Km

Sunday, February 21st, 2016
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Sunday, February 21st, 2016                             
Mayapur, India

Suds in the Ganges           

A small contingent of us from Canada met with Mother Ganga (the river of course), to enjoy the cooling effects of her holy waters and to pay homage at the same time.  Every year when you go for her darshan (sacred viewing) you will notice a slight shift in her course.  The main concern for us as we approached her eastern bank was, "Will she be safe?"

Every year a person is losing their life to the Ganges; her water are swift.  Eddies swirl in any direction. The incredible silty mud underneath can pull you in and cause you to sink into its depths, leaving you unable to pull away.

Fortunately there is a designated "safe" area.  Other bathers were there.  My good friend, Ghosh Thakur, from British Columbia, and I observed that the world is there.  We met people from Brazil, Argentina, Europe, America, Russia, Australia, and of course locals.  Despite the signage giving clear directions not to "soap up" in the sacred waters, people do it anyways.  This became a cause for concern and irritation.

"No soap! No soap!"  I cautioned two middle-age men who lathered up from waist to head.  "Big aparadha!"  Aparadha means offence.  I pointed to the Brazilians who had smeared themselves with mud as they were standing by the shore.  "This is the way.  No chemicals.  Ganga Mata doesn't want."

To manufacturers of smelly formulas for a so-called cleanse, all I can say is "look what you've done. You’ve convinced simple people that this is a standard.  When will you become environmentally responsible?"

May the Source be with you!

7Km

Saturday, February 20th, 2016
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Saturday, February 20th, 2016                                      
Mayapur, India

News from Mayapur 

Nityananda, long-time associate of Chaitanaya, was born in the late 15th century in the village of Ekachakra, some distance from Mayapur.  Today was His birth anniversary.

Amongst a host of credits, Nityananda was a great teacher of Hari-Nama, the chanting of the name of the Divine.  On this half-day fast, a gathering of the majority of the town of Mayapurassembled at the Pancha Tattva Hall for a ritual of Abhisekha, which is a bathing ceremony to honour Nityananda in His brass deity form.  At that time a lead singer said something before he began the song.  "Everyone sit down!"

Now, that didn't seem right to me. "Sitting down during a chanting session?” was my personal query, 'on the day of Nityananda, the explosive dancer?  What are we coming to?"  Some hours later I heard that three swamis (monks) in our order were all recovering from surgery-- from cancer or some other ailment. Their names are Jayapataka, Gunagrahi and Kadambha Kanana Swamis-- all dear friends.  To hear especially about my Dutch friend Kadambha was news.

One more piece of information that was new to me was hearing of the population of Mayapur.  From a mere almost zero population about 50 years ago to the present there's a blossoming of 5,000 people.

May the source be with you!

10 Km

Friday, February 19th, 2016
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Friday, February 19th, 2016                                                                          
Mayapur, India

Deliberate 

I had a set plan for walking once we arrived at the Mayapur retreat, an annual retreat which includes pilgrim trips to the regional area, kirtan sessions, drama presentations, and AGM meetings.  The walk got cancelled in place of an emergency - meeting-something which occurs from time to time.  The call of duty comes first.

Once freed from dutiful tasks one gravitates to one's love.  In my case it's assembling young folks and engaging them in theatrical practice.  The samadhi auditorium, where we practice, practically becomes a gym.  We were engaged in stretching and loosening up limbs all in preparation for an action-filled, high-energy performance.

But before all this physical stuff was set in motion I did spend my time in brahminical moments.  It was Vaisesika, friend and motivational speaker (no less a devotional one), who gained a captive audience in the outdoor grounds of the householders' district.  There he spoke about key words that have everything to do with a person's spiritual advancement.

For instance both the noun and the verb "deliberate" have substantial relevance to a devotee's life. To be “deliberate" in our intentions is to have strong conviction. To "deliberate" is to be analytical and to be introspective, a rather necessary probing into oneself.  Both words appear to have some co-relation.

After deliberating on a matter you should become deliberate in what needs doing.  And what needs doing is to get serious about our Krishna Consciousness.

May the Source be with you!

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Thursday, February 18th, 2016
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Dubai, UAE

Destined for India                             

Destined for Indiaon Emirates Airlines are Corrado, Balarama, Mandala, and myself.  Next to me in seat 72E is young Mohammed.  Now what do you think a young, 9 year-old from Pakistanwould be doing for those hours on a plane?  Yes, you guessed it.  He would not be praying (necessarily).  This young lad, whom I easily made friends with, was on for the long haul doing games with his hand-held device.  He didn't mind if I interrupted him so I could get a word in.  On occasion we did high-fives. I showed him how to offer pranams.

 Actually I was the one praying.  I dozed off at times, as did he.  I relished going over chapters 17 and 18 of the Gita and managed to slip in watching Robert Redford in "A Walk In The Woods," based on the novel of a retired man and his companion taking to the Appalachian Trail, starting from Georgia and going north.

Mohammed's mom and sister were sitting behind us.  I found the great opportunity to render him some service.  He made me feel like a granddad.  At one point he had a nose-bleed so I fetched him some tissue.  When he went to sleep I adjusted his chair to recline more and covered him with a blanket.

It was indeed nice to know Mohammed.  He really didn't ask me any questions.  He was just being himself, rather a fidgety nine year old.  I just saw a young Krishna in him.  When it was time to disembark we parted while giving each other a unique form of Props (fists gently smacking together).

Some hours were lost due to time zone change, but a friendship was gained.

May the Source be with you!

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Wednesday, February 17th, 2016
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Wednesday, February 17th, 2016                         
Toronto, Ontario

Surya is From Siberia                      

Surya is from Siberia and he totally understands winter dynamics.  So I took him along down to the ravine where trudging through snow is a fun reality.  Your pace is slowed down somewhat and the calves of your legs strain a bit more than usual.  It's all okay because the snow is bright and today brighter still, from the sun's powerful presence.

Surya and I did minimal talking, but lips did move as we made our daily commitment to chanting with the aid of our beads.  It is a personal and perhaps private engagement with the sacred power that exists within and without us.  Shastra, the sacred Vedic texts, reveal to us that there is a holy presence of Krishna as paramatma in the heart, while another aspect of His divinity is present in the elements.

I do not find it difficult to perceive the sacredness in this environment, where the crisp and the clean of all the naturalness on the trail cannot conceal itself, even if it tried.  This place, where we tread, is a real escape from urban madness.  Both Surya and I felt at peace.

The only annoyance was the cell phone in my pocket, as it would vibrate and light up at times. It's understandable.  In a matter of minutes I'll leave for India.  Yes, it's hours away before the doors open at the Kolkata Airport to the musty airs.  There’ll be no more snow but for brisk air, for the first few days in February, there will still be an evening coolness.  And there, in Mayapur, we will dance up a storm in the temples of delight.
 

May the Source be with you!

7 Km

Tuesday, February 16th, 2016
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Tuesday, February 16th, 2016                           
Toronto, Ontario

Tuesday in Three Parts                 

I recall as a kid growing up when Dad or Mom would put the coffee on.  I never cared for the smell in the air, but it was kind of fun hearing and seeing the substance percolate.

Life at the temple/ashram is like a coffee percolator.  It gets really lively.  There is a buzz.  It sometimes comes in spurts depending on the time of the day.  When you plug in things start happening.

Steve Davies brought his students over.  This is an ongoing visit from the boy’s school from Cresant High up the road.  These are quality students and they give life.  They showed up in the morning.

The evening blossomed also with a visit from cross-Canada walker, Michael Oesch, and his partner Saskis.  He’s working on a documentary about what you learn from foot travel.  He also showed me a new book “Born to Walk: The Transformative Power of a Pedestrian Act” by Dan Rubinstein.

Michael always brings on enthusiasm to an atmosphere.  He’s a spiritual person, so whatever already is considered enthusing in the atmosphere of the temple becomes further ignited.

Now, about Tuesday afternoon.  I couldn’t help recalling the lyrics from the Moody blues on the song
“The Afternoon/Forever Afternoon”

                                            Tuesday, afternoon,
                                         I’m just beginning to see,
                                          It doesn’t matter to me,
                                          Chasing the clouds away.

                                           Something, calls to me,
                                    The trees are drawing me near,
                                           I’ve got to find out why
                                         Those gentle voices I hear
                                            Explain it all with a sigh.

                           I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mind
                            It’s just the kind of day leave myself behind,
                          So gently swaying thru the fairly-land of love,
                        If you’ll just come with me and see the beauty of

                                                 Tuesday afternoon.
                                                 Tuesday afternoon.


May the Source be with you!

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Monday, February 15th, 2016
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Monday, February 15th, 2016                                 
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The Yays and Nays                 

 I like trains.  At least modern trains offer leg room space.  There’s no traffic jams.  You are close to the ground.  The scenery is Tops.

My train ride on VIA from Montreal was all of those things.  Still, my conclusion on the best mode of  travel is with the feet on the ground.  After hours of uploading community theatre on YouTube (look up THE WALKING MONK DRAMAS) I took that much needed trek in the silence of night.

“Silence,” I thought, “while walking is sacred.”  As much as I like trains I also like silence at times.  And here are some quotes:

“We will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.”                                                         
             - Martin Luther King

“A True Friend’s Silence hurts more than an Enemy’s Rough Words.”               
                                                       
“Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than the silence.”

“Silence is the most powerful scream.”

“SPEAK only when you feel that your words are better than your SILENCE.”

“To hear, one must be silent.”                                          

         - Ursula K. LeGuim

“Silence speaks WHEN words can’t.”

“Your silence doesn’t mean that you quit. It simply means that you don’t want argue with people who just don’t want to understand.”

“Having the maturity to know sometimes silence is more powerful than having the last word.”

         - Thema Davis
 

May the Source be with you!

Sunday, Feb.14/2016
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Sunday, Feb.14/2016                      
Montreal, Quebec

Adwaita Valentine                  

Last Sunday it was below the average attendance at the Sunday Open House because of the Super Bowl on TV.  For some, the Super bowl becomes more important than “Haribol!”

This Sunday the attendance was a bit down due to the lower than average temperatures outside.  With the wind chill factor at 35 below Celsius, it became discouraging for some regulars.

Still, with about 150 guests I’m not complaining; I’m the person giving the presentation.  It was part slide-show, part-speaking about one of our luminaries in the lineage of bhakti, Adwaita by name.  The slide-show featured events and experiences along the walking way.  I was relaying to the crowd the touching moments of last autumn’s walk though New England, New York, and New Jersey.  Well received.

Since it was the birth anniversary of Adwaita, a contemporary of Sri Chaitanya, it was appropriate to speak about him.  He was largely responsible for invoking the presence of Chaitanya to the world by the power of his desire, his heart. 

It was rather an interesting observation, that in my earlier on reading of the book “Chaitanya Charitamrta” in a morning class, the word “heart” appeared multiple times.  Coincidental, you might say, as today is also Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
 
May the Source be with you!

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Donor Spotlight: Sridhara-syama Prabhu and Lalita Sakhi Mataji
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Speaking to Yudhisthira, the sage Vyasadeva said: “O child, there is nothing more difficult to practice than charity… It is extremely difficult to part with hard-earned wealth. But, O hero, properly earned wealth should be given away with an open heart to worthy persons.” (Mahabharata, by Krishna Dharma, P.329)

It is with deep gratitude that we receive the generous contributions from our donors. Out of kindness they choose to share their gain with our TKG Academy students. For this selfless act we are greatly thankful.

Sridhara-syama Prabhu (Sanjay Goel) and his wife Lalita Sakhi Mataji (Dr. Lalita Gupta) have been steady monthly donors of TKG Academy since several years now. When I asked Lalita Sakhi Mataji if we may write about her family for the “Donor Spotlight” she humbly declined. They have no interest in showcasing their donations or getting any recognition for it. Only when I insisted and convinced her that by doing so she will further serve our school, she reluctantly consented.

Sridhara-syama Prabhu and Lalita Sakhi Mataji met the devotees and attended classes while living in Omaha, Nebraska. In 2006 they received some books and their chanting beads and became dedicated practitioners. They have been attending the Dallas Radha Kalachandji temple since moving to Richardson in 2008.

IMG_0277[1]Some years ago they considered moving closer to the temple and enrolling their son, Dhruv at TKG Academy. Plans didn’t work out as expected, and they decided to offer their support to the school by giving monthly donations instead. Lalita Sakhi Mataji also got involved with the Sunday school and enjoys sharing Krsna consciousness with the children. Her hope is that those teachings will have a strong and lasting impact on their lives.

Sridhara-syama Prabhu and his family are always engaged in service. He himself is a dedicated “Prison Ministry” preacher, going out weekly to share Krsna consciousness with inmates. He also spends several hours daily reading the philosophy and studying Srila Prabhupada’s books. He is a very renounced and enthusiastic devotee, though always maintaining a very humble mood.
His wife offers much medical advice and assistance to the devotees and has been involved in designing and sewing new outfits for the deities. Together they organize and host the Richardson Bhakti Vrksa group in their home and have thus inspired their friends on the path of devotional service.

I, too, feel inspired by their association and offer my sincere appreciation for their kind service and support.

Overcoming the Stumbling Blocks in Family Life
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Hare KrishnaBy Jivan Mukta Dasa

When a family adheres to a spiritual program and cooperates to manage the household, the burden of stress and frustration is lightened. A disciplined devotional routine creates a more gentle flow to family life and an atmosphere where Krsna consciousness can flourish. We should regulate our play, rest, exercise, and worship in a way that will help us develop our attitude of service toward guru and Krsna. Although following a sadhana program as strictly at home as one would in a temple may be a challenge, we can stick to a modified program. Your schedule may prevent you from waking up at three or four in the morning, but your aim should be to get up before sunrise. The brahma-muhurta period, one and a half hours before sunrise, is most conducive to spiritual practices. Continue reading "Overcoming the Stumbling Blocks in Family Life
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Rising Before the Sun
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From Back to Godhead

We can learn to love the 
early-morning hours – the 
best time for spiritual practices.

By Urmila Devi Dasi

“No school!”

My student’s excitement ripples through his arms, which boast the muscles of early youth.

“I can sleep late!”

He smiles.

I sigh.

School for my students means not just academic study but also rising before sunrise to worship Krsna. Why doesn’t this student love the pre-dawn hours?

I look back on my life as a small child. Each morning my father would rise by 5:00 A.M. and wake me soon afterwards. Or did I wake spontaneously just to be with him? I would play in his office in our home while he showered. When I was very young we would play together, each of us with a doll. His doll told me stories of his life and taught me lessons of ethics and morality. As I got older, the play became a time to talk of the important things in our lives. My father squeezed fresh orange juice, made our breakfast, and forged our friendship. He made the early morning a time of peace, beauty, love, friendship, and understanding.

Mentally traveling forward, I remember sitting in a temple president’s office so many years later.

“I’d like to live here and dedicate myself to serving Krsna.”

“We wake up early in the morning,” he says. “Very early. Can you do that?”

I smile. “I’ve done that all my life.”

How easy now to spend the early mornings with my ultimate father, the Supreme Lord, Krsna! I sing His glories, dance to please Him, and study His philosophy. When chanting His names, I am personally with Him.

All day my father worked for our family, but the time we spent together, sometimes simply enjoying each other’s company, was often the most significant and satisfying. Now my sweetest time is spent in the morning just being with Krsna in His name, in His deity form on the altar, in the descriptions of His activities and philosophy. On days when I miss that time, I feel incomplete, even though I chant Krsna’s names and read His stories and instructions later in the day.

Rising early for prayer and study may become a chore, an obligation, as my student felt, and I wonder if I can give him the sense of wonder that my father gave me. I have read of medieval monks who woke each night at midnight for prayers and then slept a bit more until the next prayers before sunrise. They struggled sometimes, in those cold stone monasteries, to drag their sleep-heavy bodies and minds to the chapel. Some of them write of these practices as austerities or penance. We might similarly describe our Vaisnava devotions, yet are they not really rather a joy?

The ancient study of Ayurveda teaches us why the early morning so helps one’s spiritual advancement toward pure love of God. The controlling forces of the creation the three modes of nature: goodness, passion, and ignorance affect our consciousness, activities, and even the time of day or year. In early morning we more easily achieve goodness and, beyond that, transcendence. Passion increases with the day, as we consume our time with occupations and making money. At night, ignorance prevails, inciting inclinations toward degradation and crime.

Even if we don’t understand the workings of nature’s modes, most of us find focusing the mind difficult when pressed with the day’s demands. The early-morning hours can clear our consciousness, mellow our actions.

The challenge of focusing on spiritual practices at other times of the day is like trying to travel during a traffic jam, when arriving at our destination is a protracted business at best. When everyone else is on the road, we don’t want to be there. But during the off times, the same journey is fast and easy. Similarly, while we can spend time with Lord Krsna at any time and place, the early morning is an open highway. Our devotional thoughts can move freely, unimpeded. While nothing material, including time, can hinder spiritual life, if we’re sincere about spiritual progress we’ll aim to build our day and life around the favorable circumstances.

Logic and knowledge alone may not be enough to sustain us through a lifetime of daily practice. We’re part of the Lord, the reservoir of pleasure, so we also seek pleasure. To throw off the bedcovers each morning and embrace the day, our early-morning chanting and study must be a source of pleasure.

One can say, dogmatically, that the early-morning devotions are pleasure, and that one who practices regularly will surely come to feel the pleasure. The great spiritual teacher Rupa Gosvami tells us that even if devotion to Krsna tastes bitter, by practice it will turn to sweetness. But while waiting to feel that joy, we may become discouraged, like the shopper at the end of a long line who decides to shop elsewhere. Therefore, we cannot hope to achieve perfection simply by following a formula because it is the formula. We must feel a real connection with Krsna, which is joyful even in the stage of practice.

Is the practice hard? As I look at the young student who thinks it is, I’m not sure. I pray that Krsna will awaken him to the feeling that he is truly and completely with the Lord.

We can come to love worshiping Krsna early in the morning as naturally and easily as I loved being with my father. After all, Krsna is the most lovable person. All good qualities reside unlimitedly in Him, His love for each of us is unbounded, and we know enough about Him from the Vedas to saturate our minds and hearts with love for Him and with thoughts of His greatness. If we just look at Him fully, and hear Him fully, with focus and dedication, will we not find joy in His presence?

Urmila Devi Dasi and her family run a school in North Carolina. She is the major author and compiler of Vaikuntha Children, a guide to Krsna conscious education for children.

The Early Morning Practice of Devotion

This is the general program Srila Prabhupada gave us, in line with the traditional practices of saintly, pure devotees of Lord Krsna.

• Rise before sunrise, preferably by 4:00 A.M.

• Bathe and dress in clean clothes.

• Gather with others, if possible, and spend half an hour in responsive singing of the Hare Krsna maha-mantra and other glorification of the Lord. Generally, devotees gather in a special room in their home where there are pictures or deity forms of Krsna, Lord Caitanya, and Srila Prabhupada. (Many devotees travel daily to a temple outside their home.)

• If possible, worship the sacred Tulasi plant.

• Chant the Hare Krsna maha-mantra quietly to oneself. Devotees usually count the number of mantras they chant on a string of 108 beads. Initiated devotees in ISKCON chant at least sixteen times around the beads daily.

• Read the scriptures and discuss their meaning and application according to the teachings of great devotees. Our main scripture for morning study is the Srimad-Bhagavatam.

Urmila’s official website: http://urmiladevidasi.org/
Urmila’s blog: http://urmiladasi.com/

Hare Krishna

Practice Loving Krsna
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Hare KrishnaBy Sridhara Swami

Sex is the highest material pleasure, and love of God is the highest spiritual pleasure. For some people it's disheartening to learn that they have to make a choice. The real thing to understand is that the pleasure of sex life has a heavy downside. There's an old saying that if you pick up one end of the stick you pick up the other end of the stick too. If you want sense pleasure, then you have to take sense pain sukha and duhkha, happiness and distress. Some of us have been to the school of hard knocks and have gotten a little realization. I'm not perfect in my understanding of it, but in my heart of hearts I know that when I'm free from lust, anger, greed, envy, that kind of purity will bring me happiness beyond compare. I want that. And I'm prepared to be patient, determined, and enthusiastic to achieve it, because I've seen that in this world, practically speaking, there is only suffering. You can say something brings less suffering and therefore it's enjoyable. But I want a pleasure that is ever increasing. That plea-sure exists, but it requires effort to attain. By the process of sankirtana by chanting and taking spiritual food and living a simple life and associating with other devotees and practicing sincerely you can attain the perfection of pleasure. Continue reading "Practice Loving Krsna
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Gaura Purnima Festival at Bhaktivedanta Academy, the Hare…
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Gaura Purnima Festival at Bhaktivedanta Academy, the Hare Krishna School in Alachua, Florida.
Jaya Sri Radhe devi dasi: The students of the Krishna Sharanam classroom (7th-9th grade) at the Bhaktivedanta Academy recently put on a project to celebrate Gaura Purnima with their classroom Panca Tattva deities. Putting on a festival like Gaura Purnima helps the students build leadership and practical life skills. Each area of the project –decorations, jewelry, backdrops, and abisheka – had a student leader. The leader organized and prepared the necessary materials and engaged other students. They all collaborate together on the theme for the festival. This year’s theme was from the prayers by Queen Kunti, “As the Ganges forever flows to the sea without hindrance, let my attraction be constantly drawn unto You without being diverted to anyone else.” The students also wanted to portray Mayapur Dhama village as well as the Ganges flowing to the sea. They had only a small budget so everything was made by hand. This year’s feature was handmade banana trees, and a miniature replica of Navadwip featuring Srivas Unga, Yoga Pitha, and Narasimha Palli. The day before the Festival, there was an abisheka where the school was invited to view the Deities. On the day of the Festival, the class finishes up their Holy Name marathon, and the school and parents and guests are invited to chant with them and take darshan.
Krishna Sharanam
This yearly celebration is a time when whole class gets together and works on a project centered around Krishna. The excitement builds as the students see to all the details involved in making the festival a success. Madhuri Fitch was the leader of creating the village scene, Ksina Valdez was in charge of the altar decorations, Janvi Shah was in charge of classroom decorations that included the Ganges design, Anasuya Rico painted the backdrops which featured tropical foliage and flowers, Nishtha Kowlessar designed and coordinated the jewelry making, Haridas Leslie was in charge of the abisheka, and many other students assisted such as hunting and gathering in the woods to get the raw materials to make the Navadwipa village, making garlands, etc. Everyone had a hand in it. For many students, it is the highlight of the year…they develop sincere closeness to Panca-tattva, and realize the rewards of becoming part of something bigger than themselves.

Govinda Ghosh – Disapperance Day
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Today is the disappearance day of Govinda ghosh, an eternal associate of Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Gopinath jiu (Govinda Ghosh’s beloved deity) held Kusa grass in His fingers to perform Shraddha ceremony of Govinda ghosh. This was as per His promise to Govinda Ghosh and this practice is continued till today.   Gopinath jiu (Govinda Ghosh’s beloved […]

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ISKCON 50 printed clothing.Colourful range of t-shirts,…
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ISKCON 50 printed clothing.
Colourful range of t-shirts, hoodies, zipper jackets, polo shirts, caps produced by mantradesignprint.com are now available via mail order online from mantraworld-store.com. We are also supplying wholesale to temple shops. A large percentage of the profits will be donated to the TOVP Mayapur project.
Thank you for your support, Gouranga das.
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Shocked then Shocked Again! Distributing Srila…
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Shocked then Shocked Again!
Distributing Srila Prabhupada’s books to the coal-mine workers.
The bus party of Sri Sri Radha Gopinath temple Chowpatty went to the coal mines.
After a couple of days of good book distribution we decided to try the head-office. Jagganatha Prabhu met the head officer and obtained the permission and the next day we set up a stall beside the vehicle parking inside the gate. It was 8 am and slowly the officers were trickling in. Sun had just begun to show its face dissipating the early morning fog and it was warming up. From the corner of my eye I saw a security man, who had just arrived, rush at our table. He had a fair complexion, a shikha and tilak and when he arrived nearer I noticed on his name plate a surname that showed that he was a Brahmin. But what he did next was anything but brahminical. “Stop this!” he shouted. “Stop this immediately. You are not allowed here. What do you think? Is this some vegetable market that you can enter inside and sell your stuff? Come on get out. Just get out.” Our bus had just left out of the gate, but seeing the commotion, Rupa Raghunatha Prabhu stopped. I called the man and assured him that we had the permission of the officer to do the exhibition. But he did not listen. He physically began to move the crowd away from the table and shout expletives. I got so angry that my voice choked up. I had the urge to grab his collar and give him a smack but seeing his age I checked myself. I got the permission papers and with shaking hands showed him the signature of the authorities, but he just did not listen. “You first stop this and shift your table outside the gate. Just go out,” he said. “We are not going out,” I said. “We have the permission and just now the secretary to the head officer had come and sanctioned our stall, if you have a problem you meet him.” “No, you meet him,” he shouted back, “and ask him to call me in my office.” I stormed to the office of the secretary and told him the events. “Please call your security and tell them to allow us.” “Sorry, I can not do that. You have to move out,” he said. “But we have the permission of the head officer,” I said, “We met him yesterday.” “That is ok, but some men are objecting to this religious exhibition.” “I want to speak to the head officer,” I said. “OK,” the secretary called the head officer, but before I could speak to him, he briefed him about the objection raised by a certain section of office staff against us. The head officer sympathized with me but said that he was unable to help. Crestfallen I returned to the stall and told the devotees that we had to move out of the complex. The problem was that once we moved out hardly anyone would have come to our stall. Most men had vehicles and they would speed away once out of the gate. Only a rare soul would cross the road and come to us. I explained the situation to Rupa Raghunatha Prabhu. “Just show that you are shifting,” he said. “Move some boxes and meanwhile continue to distribute on the table. If someone again comes show that you are going but since some customers are there hence you are entertaining them. Wait till 11:30 am and then shift to some other location. I will take the bus to next mine.” I did as he told me. We packed 4-5 cartons and one devotee stood with them across the road while another continued the sales on the table. Then I went to the security man who had charged at us and said that we were shifting. He called me inside his cabin. “I am extremely sorry Maharaja,” he said folding his hands. “What you are doing is a very noble thing. See I am also a Brahmin,” he took out his sacred thread, “but what to do, we have to act rough. There were certain men at your stall who are against our dharma and simply to appease them I behaved in such a bad way. I know that your man had come yesterday and got the permission, still I troubled you only to make those men go away. Now you can continue your sale. Only thing is do not keep many books on the table. You can keep the excess in my office and when you need them you can take them from here.” “Hey Dharmu!” he called his man, “go get Swamiji’s books from the road.” His men brought all our boxes from the road to the office. “And please give me a set of books,” the security man requested me. My jaw hung in sheer shock at the turn of events. I gave him the books and continued low-key distribution even when the head officer arrived. Later we met him and he gave us a vehicle on which two of us carried 12 sets and went to a peripheral office and sold all of them.
Sankirtana Yajna ki jaya!
Your Servant, Murari Gupta Das

Dhruva and Parijata (7 min video) The story of how two highly…
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Dhruva and Parijata (7 min video)
The story of how two highly successful individuals in the corporate world came to run an organic farm in Port Royal, PA.
Farm life transforms one’s conception of “success”. In this short video hear from our dear leaders, Dhruva and Parijata, how it continues to transform their hearts.
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Gaura Purnima Celebration at SJMKL (Album with photos) Gaura…
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Gaura Purnima Celebration at SJMKL (Album with photos)
Gaura Purnima was attended by more than 400 guests at Sri Jagannatha Mandir Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. The festival started with a beautiful abhiseka ceremony for Their Lordships and was followed by an enlightening spiritual discourse by HH Bhaktivrajendranandana Swami. The guests were then served sumptuous prasadam. The feast consists of more than 6 ekadasi preparations. The stage performance was the well coordinated by the children and youth of Jagannatha Mandir. Pastimes of ChandKazi and Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu came alive as the children perfectly enacted it out. The festival ended with Maha Arati and kirtan with devotees dancing in joy and bliss.
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April 5. ISKCON 50 – S.Prabhupada Daily Meditations. Satsvarupa…
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April 5. ISKCON 50 – S.Prabhupada Daily Meditations.
Satsvarupa dasa Goswami: Invitation Downtown.
David Allen, a twenty-one-year-old seeker who came up from the Paradox, had just moved to the City, optimistically attracted by what he had read about experimentation with drugs. He saw the old group as “a kind of fussbudgety group of older women on the West Side listening to the Swami’s lectures.”
David: We weren’t known as hippies then, but it was strange for the people who had originally been attracted to him. It was different for them to relate to this new group. I think most of the teachers from India up to that time had older followers, and sometimes wealthy widows would provide a source of income. But Swamiji changed right away to the younger, poorer group of people. The next thing that happened was that Bill Epstein and others began talking about how it would be better for the Swami to come downtown to the Lower East Side. Things were really happening down there, and somehow they weren’t happening uptown. People downtown really needed him. Downtown was right, and it was ripe. There was life down there. There was a lot of energy going around.
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