Saturday, October 4th, 2014
→ The Walking Monk
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



Joined Parasuram prabhu and a wonderful group of devotees for this wonderful service. Pilrimage, Prasadam distribution and book distribution. We follow along with the large Parikrama group but venture off the beaten paths into the small villages. Parasuram has been doing this for 27 years and it's really amazing. The villagers are so happy to see us and become very enthusiastic, especially for the Krishna pastimes movies that we show at sundown. It's not for the faint of heart. Quite austere but very rewarding. Giving to the residents of the Holy Dhama is is truly heart warming...
Those who are advanced and highly qualified and are interested in the essence of life know the good qualities of Kali-yuga. Such people worship the age of Kali because in this age, simply by chanting the Hare Krishna maha-mantra, one can advance in spiritual knowledge and thus attain life's goal. (Srimad-Bhagavatam, 11.5.36)
Sometimes we are asked where the Golden Bricks come from; who makes them? Well, they are made right here in Sridhama Mayapur at the Vishwakarma Workshop run by His Grace Sriman Dina Chaitanya prabhu. Each brick goes through a time-consuming and painstaking process to make it suitable for use on the new Pancha Tattva altar, undergoing various stages of production including sandblasting the names of donors onto them.
Watch this short video for a step-by-step explanation of how this is all done and, like everything else being built in Mayapur, watch the devotion behind each and every brick that will create the top layer underneath the marble of the Pancha Tattva’s new altar.
In this age of Kali, intelligent persons perform congregational chanting in order to worship the incarnation of Godhead who constantly sings the name of Krishna. Although his complexion is not blackish, He is Krishna Himself. He is accompanied by His associates, servants, weapons and His confidential companions. (Srimad-Bhagavatam, 11.5.32) 

