The appearance of Radha-kund
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(Kadamba Kanana Swami, 23 September 2012, Durban, South Africa, Radhastami Lecture)

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Wherever in this world there were great manifestations of love between Radha and Krsna, not only was it an extraordinary experience for those who were present there, but actually that entire place also became transformed.

Various places in Vrindavan, where Radha and Krsna had great exchanges of love, are very potent with powerful mercy that becomes available to us as well. The appearance of Radha-kund, the lake of Srimati Radharani, is a most special occasion, as it is said that Radha kund is the most sacred space in the entire universe – because it is made of liquid prema, pure love of Radha and Krsna who perform many pastimes on the banks of those sacred waters.

In the tenth canto of the Srimad Bhagavatam, there is a little anecdote given by Visvanath Cakravarti Thakur on appearance of Radha-kund. Krsna, at one point, killed the demon Aristasura that appeared in the form of a bull. Aristasura was a demoniac personality who took the form of the bull and came to kill the residents of Vrindavan, but then Krsna killed him. At that point, the innocent young gopis said, ‘Ah Krsna, do not touch us now, O killer of a bull! Alas, even though Aristasura was a terrible demon, still he was a male cow, so you will have to undergo atonement, just as Lord Indra did after killing Vritasura. But how can you purify yourself without taking trouble of visiting every single holy place in the three worlds?’  Krsna replied to them, ‘Why should I have to wonder throughout the entire universe? I will at once bring all the countless pilgrimage places here and take my bath in them. Just watch!’

Lord Mukunda struck his heel on the ground and said, ‘This is the water from the Ganga River coming from the Patala region! Now, oh holy places, all of you, please come here!’  When the Supreme Lord had spoken these words, all the holy places appeared before him. Krsna then addressed the gopis, ‘See, all the holy places!’ But the gopis replied, ‘We don’t see them, as you have described!’  Then the presiding deities of all the holy places, joining their palms in supplication, spoke up, ‘I am the salt ocean, I am the ocean of milk, I am the river Sindhu, I am the Tamraparni, I am the holy place Pushkar, I am the river Sarasvati. We are: Yamuna, Godavari and Reva rivers, and also the confluence of rivers at Prayag! Just see our waters!’

Then, after purifying himself by bathing in their waters, Lord Hari became quite arrogant and said, ‘I produced a pond that contains all the various holy places, whereas you gopis never executed any religious duties on this earth for the pleasure of Lord Narayana!’  Then Srimati Radharani addressed her gopi friends as follows, ‘I must create an even more beautiful pond, so please go to work!’  Having heard these words, the gopis saw that Aristasura’s hooves have dug a shallow ditch just west of Sri Krsna’s pond and at that nearby spot, all the gopis started digging lumps of earth. In this way, a divine pond manifested in an hour. Krsna was astonished to see the lake they had produced! The gopis wanted to make a human chain from Manasi Ganga and fill the lake with its waters with help of buckets, but Krsna was thinking that this would take too long. So, he ordered all the holy waters to enter into Radharani’s kund.

Thus in Vrindavan, we have Syama-kund and Radha-kund, divine lakes of Krsna and Srimati Radharani. Such eternal places that exist in the spiritual world are manifested within the material universe by the divine arrangement of the Supreme Lord in order to make his mercy widely available. These places are evenly accessible, at least to a degree, to the conditioned souls like us  – and that is just extraordinary! Such is the inconceivable mercy of the Lord!

 

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Giriraj Swami

damodar2Giriraj Swami read and spoke from Srimad-Bhagavatam 10.9.18.

“Everybody is offering Krishna prayers and worship, and He appreciates it and accepts it. But He enjoys more when He forgets that He is God and reciprocates with intimate, confidential associates who also forget that He is God. This is the special feature of Vrindavan. In His original form of Krishna—who is the unlimited supreme—He allowed himself to be bound by ropes by Mother Yasoda. Still, within that pastime, or lila, He also manifested His unlimited potencies. But her love for Him was so intense that His display of mystic power did not eclipse her conception that He was her son. He manifested His unlimited potencies to test her determination—and to show the world that He is God—but she always maintained the conviction that He was her son.”

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Kirtan
Srimad-Bhagavatam 10.9.18

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Sri Damodarastakam
Krishna Dharma

1)
namamisvaram sac-cid-ananda-rupam
lasat-kundalam gokule bhrajamanam
yasoda-bhiyolukhalad dhavamanam
paramrstam atyantato drutya gopya

I bow down to Damodara, the form of full joy,
eternity and wisdom, within Vrindavan.
Whose shining earrings swung as he so swiftly ran
from mother Yashoda who caught that naughty boy.

(2)
rudantam muhur netra-yugmam mrjantam
karambhoja-yugmena satanka-netram
muhuh svasa-kampa-trirekhanka-kantha-
sthita-graivam damodaram bhakti-baddham

Captured by Yashoda, crying repeatedly,
he rubs his reddish eyes with his trembling hands.
On his conchlike neck his necklace shakes as he pants.
I bow down to Damodara, bound but by bhakti

(3)
itidrk sva-lilabhir ananda-kunde
sva-ghosam nimajjantam akhyapayantam
tadiyesita-jnesu bhaktair jitatvam
punah prematas tam satavrtti vande

Thus bathing Gokula in a great lake of bliss;
he shows love defeats him, devoid of reverence.
Conquered only by those in complete confidence,
I offer him unlimited loving praises.

(4)
varam deva moksam na moksavadhim va
na canyam vrne ‘ham varesad apiha
idam te vapur natha gopala-balam
sada me manasy avirastam kim anyaih

I beg not from you Lord, who can grant any boon,
even liberation or life in your abode.
Let memories of Gopala be ever bestowed,
for what other favour offers such great fortune?

(5)
idam te mukhambhojam atyanta-nilair
vrtam kuntalaih snigdha-raktais ca gopya
muhus cumbitam bimba-raktadharam me
manasy avirastam alam laksa-labhaih

Your dark, crimson hued curls encircle your face,
lovely like a lotus, with lips of ruby red;
kissed by Yashoda; within my mind be seated.
A billion other boons could not grant such grace

(6)
namo deva damodarananta visno
prasida prabho duhkha-jalabdhi-magnam
krpa-drsti-vrstyati-dinam batanu
grhanesa mam ajnam edhy aksi-drsyah

O Damodara, Ananta, O almighty Vishnu,
I fall down prostrate, pray be pleased upon me.
Blinded and sinking in a sea of misery,
grace me with your glance that I shall ever see you.

(7)
kuveratmajau baddha-murtyaiva yadvat
tvaya mocitau bhakti-bhajau krtau ca
tatha prema-bhaktim svakam me prayaccha
na mokse graho me ‘sti damodareha

Dear Damodara, the sons of Kuvera you saved,
while a baby, by breaking the trees they became.
As you granted them prema, pray grant me the same,
I want not salvation, your love alone I crave.

(8)
namas te ‘stu damne sphurad-dipti-dhamne
tvadiyodarayatha visvasya dhamne
namo radhikayai tvadiya-priyayai
namo ‘nanta-lilaya devaya tubhyam

I bow down to the bright rope that binds your belly,
within which the cosmos is completely contained.
To your beloved Radha I bow yet again,
and to you the hero who plays wonderfully.

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Wednesday, October 8th, 2014
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Scarborough, Ontario
 
Recently
 
Recently a friend pointed out that actor / political head Arnold Schwarzenegger was quoted in a men’s fitness magazine as attributing his success to the meditation he’s done.  Perhaps there’s a trend among politicians. 
 
We’ve also heard of former Prime Minister of the U.K., Tony Blair, speaking of the need for spiritual values being in people’s lives.  Also the current head of India, Prime Minister Modi is generously delivering Bhagavad-gitas to world leaders as he meets them and speaking of the virtues of yoga at the 69th session of the United Nations.  President Barack Obama had carried a small brass deity of Hanuman as a good luck charm.  Is Mr. Obama going Vedic?
 
Closer to home, the very controversial mayor of Toronto, Rob Ford, made a diplomatic utterance of “Hare Krishna” at our Festival of Chariots this last summer on Centre Island in Toronto. 
 
And I’m sure there are more examples of our leaders taking or talking of a spiritual edge.  It’s about time.  Of course, speaking and doing from the heart is always better than the motive of seeking votes.  Let’s give the benefit of the doubt.  Integrity lies in everyone, even if it’s in the deepest recesses of the heart.
 
Personally I’m looking forward to the day when a political leader will say, “Walk, Chant, Love.”  “Love” implying for the Absolute. 
 
May the Source be with you!
 
5 KM

Tuesday, October 7th, 2014
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Bracebridge, Ontario
 
Usually
 
Usually when people speak of a Patel, a common name in Gujurat, you refer to one who's quite familiar with the personality, Sri Krishna.  It comes natural for someone from the Gujurat state in western India to have reverence towards Nataji, or Krishna.
 
It was fortunate for the family from Hamilton and I to be hosted by the two Patel brothers and their families and to be accomodated in a Patel Motel.
 
Jaya Gopal (Patel) led us on an autumn trail, a stretch of the Trans Canada Trail.  The gods were with us providing sunshine, moderate temperatures in the mid-teens (Celsius) and with a pleasant breeze.  Waterfalls and rapids were by our side at Saugeen Pines surcharging an oxygenized air.
 
We trampled on colours of scattered fallen leaves which was almost painful to see by dint of utter brilliance.  The sun drew extended shafts of light through hard and soft wood trees.  It was like lasers coming at us as we strolled and dodged some puddles and muddy patches along the way.  We were in heaven.
 
But one man was in Mars.  Upon our returning from this late morning trek, the motel (Riverside Inn) was being under repair while undergoing its remodeling.  Vladmir had been on the roof shovelling off caked-on years of BS (bird stool) while a second worker, on a ladder opening the ceiling, introduced himself as hailing from Mars, or so he declared.  Steve could easily be my age.  When seeing my attire he got curious and expressed his doubts about life, the world and God.  The remark about Mars was a joke.  He was jovial enough, judging by his well-groomed hair, self-worth was important.  Not in a challenging or accusatory tone he expressed why wars are started by religions?  This is classic inquiry.
 
To respond I offered, "In truth we need to be more of a realized or experienced spiritualist then a religionist.  There's a gulf of difference."
 
He couldn't agree more.  Personal surrender of your lusts, angers and greed is tantamount.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
8 KM

Monday, October 6th, 2014
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Duntroon, Ontario
 
Actually
 
Actually my day today did not provide for me any wonder of walking, other than a short jaunt, a measly 2 kilometer trek through posh and tree-blessed Rosedale neighbourhood with peer, Kalyapani.  That was just before a car trip bound north.  During the short and sweet trek it was serene and lightly a drizzle graced our heads.  October 6th swallowed me up on three triumphant visitations to people of inspiration.
 
Firstly, a family from North Hamilton, Vrajadhama, wife Nityananda and young 20 month old Arjuna, picked me up for a visit to Rami Bleckt, author of a number of books on happiness, self-realization.  He is a good acquaintance with Dr. David Frawley, a foremost Ayurveda doctor.  Rami, himself a doctor/astrologer, impressed us with insight at his home in Duntroon, a small village north of Toronto.
 
He looked at me before even looking at my palm and relayed what he consider my physical internal challenges.  He gave remedies, an adjustment in diet and a colon cleansing.  With Vrajadhama he looked at his past through astrological calculation and offered advice on the most favourable vocation for him - farming.
 
The topic of food had also occupied our conversations as it did one hundred kilometers east, near Sutton Ontario.  There we visited Jai, Rasa, and their four kids at their farm where two milking cows provide the family with the great miracle of food.  Significant here, apart from the devotion to Krishna that the family imbibes in, is their commitment to cow and bull protection.  Ahimsa is the term we most aptly use here.  It means nonviolence imposed - no slaughter.  We indulged in the beautiful and boiled liquid religiosity.  And in the good company of a model family.
 
Another one hundred plus kilometers north took us to Bracebridge at Riverside Inn, owned and operated by a Patel clan.  Bhakti (devotion) oozes out of this family in behaviour and sadhana practice.  A little more of this group tomorrow.
 
May the Source be with you!
 
2 (embarrassing) KM.

Sunday, October 5th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

Moving Bodies


Well, we had a bit of a problem this morning at the ashram.  It had something to do with bodily contortions, moans and groans and twitching eyes.  The woman, a visitor, who exhibited these unique features, was asked to be less distractive because she persisted and refused tone down advice we gave her. 

To her credit, she wore meditation beads and chanted on them.  Even some of her physical stretches demonstrated remarkable ability.  It’s just that the psychological diversions and the various moanings began to become non-condusive to our devotional atmosphere, and most unfortunately, the authorities had to be called in to deal with this incommunicable individual.  I was impressed by the cautious way and their handling of the situation.  From the depths of our hearts, we wish the lady well. 

The evening continued to be a time of bodily movement.  After the beautiful and tasty birthday cake that I received (and yes, the supportive community did sing “Hare Krishna to you…”  instead of the usual “Happy Birthday to you…”), an enthusiastic group headed to Queen Street for some stimulative dancing.  It was the annual Nuit Blance, an evening of artistic expression in the downtown.  Our kirtan with its drumming got people gyrating and coming up with all kinds of interesting and creative moves. 

Being a celebratory day in honour of this humble servant, I was pleased to receive words of gratitude at our temple ashram, but it was equally as exciting to co-lead the kirtan with Ajamil and watch the various happy contortions of people’s physical frames.  At some intervals of the chanting sessions, people came up one by one to the mic to recite the maha mantra

All this ecstasy took place in front of the stately Old City Hall.  When the tower’s massive clock struck midnight, from there I walked with friends from Michigan back to the ashram.  In the course of the walk as we trailed through, or struggled through crowds which numbered at 1 million strong, a meagre realization came about.  There has to be as many different ways of walking as there are people.  Body movement has no limit it seems.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Friday, October 3rd, 2014
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North York, Ontario

No Sugar Please

The gentleman was oncoming on foot southbound on Bathurst, likely on his way to a local synagogue. He was in black except for a white shirt and he bore the standard small Jewish skull cap called a kippa or yarmulke.  He carried a book, a holy one, and I surmised that within minutes by sundown Yom Keppur would start.

Most of all he wore a smile as he got close to me and then had a question.  "So it's Buddhist, Hindu...?"

"Krishna,” I said, "Hare Krishna, Hindu connected".

“Yes, I'm an architectural landscapist.  I did the temple on the west end (of Toronto), the Swami Narayan temple.”  I was impressed with his open-ness and warmth.  He even complimented the colour of my attire, "I'm just in black."

He pointed to the building where he was going to meet and read with the boys, "Most of them are old hippies,” he remarked.  We had more exchange.  I think he will remember me as 'the walking man' while I will remember him as 'the friendly Jew'.

My sister lives just off of Bathurst where so many folks of the Torah live.  She had invited me along with another sister to get together and have a birthday cake for me, a bowl of cut melon really - with grapes in the center.  It beats a cake with all that sugar in it.

I relayed my encountered with Mr. Friendly to Connie and Pauline, my sisters, I guess to let them know that walls dont need to be between faiths.  That lead to a discussion about cultures of meagre tolerance and of fear and hate.

Anyways, let's not go too deep there, it's my birthday.  We were also careful not to talk about Rob Ford, the mayor.  Okay!

May the Source be with you!

5 KM

Saturday, October 4th, 2014
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Toronto, Ontario

Moving Bodies


Well, we had a bit of a problem this morning at the ashram.  It had something to do with bodily contortions, moans and groans and twitching eyes.  The woman, a visitor, who exhibited these unique features, was asked to be less distractive because she persisted and refused tone down advice we gave her. 

To her credit, she wore meditation beads and chanted on them.  Even some of her physical stretches demonstrated remarkable ability.  It’s just that the psychological diversions and the various moanings began to become non-condusive to our devotional atmosphere, and most unfortunately, the authorities had to be called in to deal with this incommunicable individual.  I was impressed by the cautious way and their handling of the situation.  From the depths of our hearts, we wish the lady well. 

The evening continued to be a time of bodily movement.  After the beautiful and tasty birthday cake that I received (and yes, the supportive community did sing “Hare Krishna to you…”  instead of the usual “Happy Birthday to you…”), an enthusiastic group headed to Queen Street for some stimulative dancing.  It was the annual Nuit Blance, an evening of artistic expression in the downtown.  Our kirtan with its drumming got people gyrating and coming up with all kinds of interesting and creative moves. 

Being a celebratory day in honour of this humble servant, I was pleased to receive words of gratitude at our temple ashram, but it was equally as exciting to co-lead the kirtan with Ajamil and watch the various happy contortions of people’s physical frames.  At some intervals of the chanting sessions, people came up one by one to the mic to recite the maha mantra

All this ecstasy took place in front of the stately Old City Hall.  When the tower’s massive clock struck midnight, from there I walked with friends from Michigan back to the ashram.  In the course of the walk as we trailed through, or struggled through crowds which numbered at 1 million strong, a meagre realization came about.  There has to be as many different ways of walking as there are people.  Body movement has no limit it seems.

May the Source be with you!

5 KM