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by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
by letters (lekhaharaka@yahoo.com) at March 12, 2010 04:29 PM
“O Queen of Vrndavana, O Radharani, Your complexion is like molten gold, Your doe-like eyes are captivatingly restless, a million full and brilliant moons wane before Your lustrous countenance, and a blue sari, having stolen the hue of a fresh rain-laden cloud, has enwrapped Your exquisite form. O Radha, You are the crest-jewel of all the dallying damsels of Vrndavana, fragrant and pristine like a budding jasmine flower. Your sublime form is adorned with priceless jewelry, and you are the best of all the charming and intelligent gopis. You are decorated with all wonderful excellences and surrounded by eight dedicated and beloved cowherd girls known as the asta-sakhis.
“The ambrosia of Your beautiful lips, red as the bimba fruit, is life-giving syrup to Krsna. O Radha, I am rolling on the banks of the Yamuna, my poor heart filled with anticipation, praying to You with all humility. I am guilty of being an offender, a rascal, a useless wretch–yet I beg You to kindly engage me in even the smallest service to Your lotus feet. O most merciful Lady, it will not become You to ignore this most distressed soul, for Your heart is always overflowing with compassion and love.”
-Srila Rupa Goswami Sri Prarthana-Paddhati
I don’t know what I was thinking. We went to Vrindavan during Janamastmi but didn’t book a hotel room. Its not that I didn’t try, I sent emails to book a room in the guesthouse or at least have someone suggest a hotel for us to try contacting but I never got a response. I thought that maybe I had lucked out like I did in Kolkata. I had emailed them, they didn’t email back but had a room booked for us anyway. No such luck. I remembered that a common belief among devotees is that if you get the mercy of Radharani, the Queen of Vrindavan, then you will have the privilege of staying in Vrindavan for more than three days. We weren’t even there one day, barely an hour and it seemed hopeless.
After some time my family, composed of my husband, father-in-law, Mom, Dad and my younger sister, lugged our bags to a hotel that said that they could only take us for one night as someone had the two rooms for the next day. Not even one day. Radharani wouldn’t let us stay for one day. My husband, sister an I walked around Vrindavan for an hour going from hotel to hotel asking if they could possibly give us two rooms for a week, or even one room for a couple days but we got turned down everywhere we went. People from all over India booked months in advance and it was painful seeing them just walk right past us, ask about their room and then disappear into the hotel. I felt bad for my sister. It was her third day in India and she was wandering around the dirty streets of Vrindavan in the heat and no sign of relief.
My younger sister is very pretty and what some might consider high maintenance, unlike me- a walking mess- she makes sure to be well-dressed and made-up before leaving the house. In our family she was always the one that stayed out of trouble, and I remember her always being very thoughtful of others. After all, she could have stayed with my parents instead of wander through the streets with us. Eventually she went back to the hotel and my husband and I search for an hour more. I considered taking my family to Agra and putting them up in a hotel there and I would stay in Vrindavan, even if I had to sleep in the streets. Even if I would have to sleep in the mucky gutters that line the roadside, I wouldn’t skip out on this adventure. We stopped at the Krishna-Balaram temple,
“Prema-Rupa, I need you to stay here while I continue looking.”
“No! I want to stay with you, why are you leaving me here?”
“Im going with my friend to keep looking and I need you to stay here and pray to Radharani.”
I sighed, “Are you sure?”
“Positive, I’ll be right back.”
I sat amongst a group of devotees in front of Sri-Sri Radha-Syamasundars altar, lively kirtan was being sung while we waited for the altar doors to open. I prayed to Radharani while chanting on my japa beads. Certainly She must know Im here, She wouldn’t neglet me, would She? Since my husband gave me Sri-Sri Radha Madanmohan in 2004, She has always been the one I turn to, the one I felt understood me best, the one I could depend on. I came all the way here just for Her. The altar doors open, the chanting exploded and people pushed their way to the front with their offerings of money, garlands and vegetables, eager to receive a little mercy. I slowly made my way to the front, my eyes focused on Her, oblivious to my surrounding. “Give me a sign,” I prayed, “a flower to fall, anything at all. I want to know you are listening.” I pleaded to Her my case. How I loved Her and wanted to serve Her. I told Her that having a hotel is not important to me, for Her, I could sleep in the streets but its my family’s first time here.
Nothing.
I told Her that I was willing to give up fancy saris for simple cotton ones if we could stay. That’s a big deal, I love sari’s. Im attached to every single one of them, even the rattiest dirtiest sari I hang on to until its completely shredded to pieces.
Nothing.
I begged and pleaded and bargained with no reply, “even if the pujari gave me a maha-flower, I’ll take that to mean something.” I held my hand out with the other devotees while the pujari handed out the flowers and tossed them into the crowd. My hand turned up empty. Slowly, people started to meander away. I pleaded with Visakha-Sakhi to convince Radharani to give me a little mercy, just a little. Radharani would listen to Visakha, right? They’re BFF’s She’s got to listen.
Nothing.
Then I got angry, “Okay Radharani, that’s how You want to be? Fine. I give you my attention, my love. I always make sure You get everything first. You get the fanciest dressing, my husband fusses at me about how long You take to get dressed and I always take up for You. I spent hundreds of dollars on You year after year, trying to give You the nicest, the best and I come to Your home and this is my treatment? Maybe I wont come back, is that what you want? Fine, be like that.”
Nothing.
Brokenhearted. I continued to silently pray, fingering my beads, still hoping for that sign. It had been four hours from when my husband left until he came back. He shook his head solemnly and we walked back to our hotel room without saying a word. We knew what this meant for us.
We got back to the hotel, my family was in their room, and my father-in-law was asleep on his bed. “This devotee is very well-known here in Vrindavan, he thought that if he came with me he could pull a few strings and get us a room, we walked by foot everywhere for four hours but everyone turned us down.” We lay in bed, my head on my husbands shoulder. I imagined my good-hearted husband walking around in the hot hot sun, “I know you prayed very hard for us, but maybe this is Krishna’s desire. My friend said that if he hears anything he will call me. But he doubts he’ll hear anything” We stared at the phone expectantly, the only sound was the whirring of the fan above us. We waited and waited but no one ever called. Maybe I didn’t pray hard enough, maybe I wasn’t sincere enough. Maybe God doesn’t care about what we want, about our desires, even if it is to serve Him. “Here is what I think we should do,” I whispered, “I think you should take our family to Agra and find a hotel for them there. They can stay there for the rest of the week….and I’ll stay here.”
“And what will you do here?”
“I just have to stay. Even if I have nowhere to stay, I just need to be here. I am determined to be here.” I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. The thought of my family and I not getting the mercy of Radharani was unbearable. I prayed one more time, I begged Her to not neglect me. I wanted the mercy so badly. Hot tears poured down my face as my husband tried to console me.
And then the phone rang.

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CALCUTTA’s Telegraph has got hold of an answer paper of a candidate at the recent UPSC examinations. The candidate has written an essay on the Indian cow:
“The cow is a successful animal. Also he is quadrupud, and because he is female, he give milk,but will do so when he is got child.He is same like God,sacred to Hindus and useful to man.But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards.
“His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the milk. What can it do? Various ghee, butter,cream, curd, why and the condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans and mankind generally.
“His motion is slow only because he is of asitudinious species. Also his other motion is much useful to trees, plants as well as making flat cakes in hand and drying in the sun. Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass.
“His only attacking and defending organ is the horn, specially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards.
“He has got tails also, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies which alight on his cohoa body whereupon he gives hit with it.
The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch. So the grasses head is not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground and he shouts his eyes like his relatives, the horse does not do so.
“This is the cow.”
P.S.: We are informed that the candidate passed the exam.

Later this year, a double-rigged crane will hoist a giant power turbine part way up One Penn Plaza, a black monolithic skyscraper next to Madison Square Garden. When the natural gas-powered generator on the 12th floor starts, it will not only produce some 6.2 megawatts of electricity — enough to power up to half the 57-floor building on a busy day — but it will also siphon off wasted heat and use it to help heat and cool the 37-year-old skyscraper.
With tenants defaulting and lenders withholding credit, this might not seem the opportune time for landlords to be getting into energy recycling. But Vornado Realty Trust, which owns One Penn Plaza and 27 other office buildings in New York City, is among the small but growing number of commercial landlords in the area that are installing the energy-efficient power stations known as cogeneration plants, or cogens for short.
Unlike conventional power stations, which let excess heat dissipate into the air as exhaust, cogens reuse that cast-off energy for heating and cooling. Given the improved efficiency, combined with government incentives and rising electricity costs, some landlords are now finding it cost-effective to install cogens and generate their own power.
The Related Companies, a large residential developer, recently installed a cogen at Manhattan Plaza, a huge 1970s housing complex in Midtown. Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art is constructing one at its new academic building, a futuristic structure designed by Thom Mayne. And the Durst Organization has installed a cogen plant at One Bryant Park, a new office tower near Times Square.
The appeal is simple: cogens help landlords lower energy costs. “You start to see savings on monthly bills right away,” said Clark Wieman, Cooper Union’s planning director. He said that the new generator would cost eight cents a kilowatt-hour, roughly half the cost of buying electricity from Con Ed.
For landlords, the assurance of on-site power also provides added comfort. “Backup power is another amenity we offer to our tenants,” said David R. Greenbaum, president of Vornado’s New York office division.
Cogens are also considered greener, because they lighten the demand on Con Ed’s older, dirtier plants and generate as-needed energy on location. Indeed, only 40 percent of each watt that Con Ed generates reaches the customer, according to Thomas W. Smith, the chief executive at Endurant Energy, the consulting firm managing the One Penn Plaza installation, mainly because much of it is lost when the electricity is generated.
By contrast, the cogen at One Penn Plaza is expected to attain efficiency levels as high as 80 percent, according to Mr. Smith. That translates roughly into 2,800 metric tons of greenhouse gas emissions that are offset each year. And the captured steam will replace a fifth of the centralized steam that now controls the temperature of the building.
“This is changing how buildings generate power, and helping the city alleviate a huge problem in getting power to buildings,” Mr. Smith said.
The technology behind cogenerators is straightforward. According to the Oak Ridge National Laboratory, a federal research center affiliated with the Department of Energy, power generators that recycle excess heat have been around since the early 20th century, mostly in giant factories. But in recent years, as high-tech Internet hubs and other power-hungry industries have strained the aging electricity grid, the demand for smaller, fuel-efficient cogens have grown.
Office buildings in Manhattan, which sit over gas lines, were a natural market. In fact, cogens were cited by Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg in 2007 as a key component of his ambitious blueprint to reduce the city’s greenhouse gas emissions by 30 percent by 2030.
The Durst Organization, a prominent landlord in Midtown, leapt first. Its cogenerator at One Bryant Park, a glassy 54-story skyscraper rising at the corner of 42nd Street and the Avenue of the Americas, is scheduled to come online this summer. Durst expects the 4.6-megawatt cogen to power as much as 35 percent of the building during peak hours.
Last year, Related Companies removed nine parking spaces at Manhattan Plaza, a 1,689-unit complex on West 43rd Street, and installed two 350-kilowatt cogens, which it plans to turn on next month. Related, which pays for tenants’ utilities, expects to save $350,000 a year, and recoup its costs by 2012. “There should be no impact to the tenants,” said Nick Lanzillotto, an operations manager. “They won’t even know it’s happening.”
Related also installed cogens with microturbines, smaller versions of the conventional engine, at Tribeca Green, an apartment complex in Lower Manhattan.
While New York State offers a range of incentives through its Energy Research and Development Authority (Vornado, for example received a $2.5 million package for One Penn Plaza), the upfront cost can turn many landlords pale. Vornado’s plant at One Penn Plaza cost $18 million.
The steep price can make even well-endowed, green-minded places like Cooper Union hesitant. Instead of footing the bill for the cogen at its new academic building in the East Village, Cooper Union hired an outside company, Office Power, to build, own and operate the generator.
Cooper Union now wants a cogen in its landmark Foundation Building. “Earlier, the board did not want to spend on something that had not been proven,” Mr. Wieman said. “But we learned that the payback made sense.”
by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 12, 2010 12:17 PM
Thursday 11th, February 2010. We arrived, again, at Sakhi Rai’s for lunch. We found the yogis and Ananda practicing the newly embellished yoga performance. After they were done, the matajis began to practice their new dance steps. Maharaja returned, with a big smile on his dial. He had been shopping for Deity paraphernalia. While he travelled in a humble sannyasa fashion, his Deities travelled with all the glamour of Vaikuntha. This humble mood of service was one of the endless list of Indradyumna Swami’s exemplary qualities.
Maharaja checked on his developing acts. He was happy to see that the whole troupe was enthusiastic to improve their service. In the middle of the day, someone informed me of some previous show statistics. I found out that our last performance, in Redcliff, was totally booked out, online, a day before the show. People just couldn’t get enough of our Le Carnaval Spirituel! It was nice to hear this kind of news, especially at the end of the tour. The devotees were all working so hard and some of us could barely even sleep (or at least I was having difficulty).
Friday 12th, February 2010. My alarm that morning was a phone call from some random government agency (don’t ask). Today was our show in Logan. We met up at Sakhi Rai’s and then the convoy headed out. We all split up, to pick up different devotees, in different locations, while I had to park, waiting for the chaos to die down. I drove to the front of the convoy, pretending to lead the group, as if I knew where we were going. When I tired of my inflated ego antics and wanted to give the joke a rest, I tried to float back to the end of the line. For some reason, the devotees behind me wouldn’t let me fall back into file. I luckily caught them indicating early and took the correct turn, otherwise it would have been a seeming repeat of last year’s tour (ie me leading the way and getting everyone else lost).
We had an ishta gosthi in the hall. Madhava’s father had just come and fed us all sumptuous Prasadam. Maharaja was still emphasizing “focus”. “This is our second last show” he said, reminding us to hold on because the end was near. He also reminded us that Pratapana Prabhu and Mother Jai Sri were flying up from Sydney just to see the new additions to our show. This night was important to us. At the end of the meeting, Maharaja asked us if we had had enough to eat. It was a funny question but I think it was a subtle compliment to Madhava’s dad, who had spoiled us. “Maddy” said Maharaja. I perked up my head. “Have you had enough to eat?” I don’t know why he singled me out, either he knew how much I eat or I was looking a little extra sleepy. Whatever the reason, I responded with a clumsy nod.
The waves of people began to arrive at the front door. My family members, who managed to take some time off, also arrived. I found my father talking with Pratapana, reminiscing on old times. I called my older brother, Nitai, and I took him backstage. He’s a bit of a photographer so I had him take photos of all the troops. We strutted out some serious poses for all our facebook fans.
I bid farewell to my brother, as he went to watch the show, and I readied myself for the drama. Madhava had Dina Dayal deck him out in impressive makeup. I humbly asked, the great Ninja Brahmana, if he could also decorate me with such prestigious work. Dina Dayal was joyful to help and we had the best makeup of the tour. We marched out, with additional fuel for the false ego.
Earlier in the day, Kaushal had complained about the safety regulations of the hall. The devotees weren’t allowed to do work onstage without fully equipped working boots. The setup crew complied with the regulations but lost a lot of time in the process. I was curious why they were so harsh on footwear on such an open stage but we soon found out. Madhava stepped out, for his introduction. He perfectly executed his action roll, with full enthusiasm. All of a sudden, he nearly lost his footing. It was a noticeable stutter, not to be blamed on Madhava of course but we realized, over the course of the tour, that every stage is unpredictable. We all took lesson from this and tried to be extra cautious but for Madhava it took a blow out of his night.
To top off the disasters in the stage department, when I was meditating on our stage prop (the black box) I was dramatically off centre. Gaura Hari was the victim in this incident, having placed the box in the centre but then noticed the stage was marked at another point. He adjusted the box to the mark and then realized that the mark was off centre. We took our ending bow. Mangalavati had to improvise her bow because she had done her back. All the dance practice that the girls had been doing was very taxing on their body. All our bodies seemed to be falling to pieces. It looked like we would all only just survive the tour.
Very soon, after the Gita play, the matajis finally had the opportunity to present their new work. I heard a large cheer from the audience. It was a total hit. The crowds began to clap along to the music and applauded like anything. All the Matas came off with big grins on their faces.
I met up with my mother and brother, Rupa, and we walked to the car. My mother had made three trays of cup cakes to spoil the devotees. There was a big Prasadam feast and the hall staff were not happy. They kicked out the devotees, with their large pots of rice, noodles, spring rolls and everything else. We had a great meeting of Vaisnavas, out the front, filled with laughs, talk and some sorrowful goodbyes. My dear friend Marli had come again to see the show, with the help of directions that I sent by some texts. He was off to the blissful Dhams in India. I was still not sure if I would see the Dhams in the near future so I hoped that, by his prayers, I might soon be back in the merciful glance of Panca Tattva (Mayapur). Soon after, we packed in our vehicle and left for home.
I tried to follow Maharaja’s car home. He seemed to be taking some special route because my GPS was suggesting I stop following him almost since the start. I suspected either they were taking a better known road home or Maharaja had some plans for some midnight fun. I averted from the group and simply submissively followed our techno navigator just so I wouldn’t lose myself on the way back from Logan.

"If you always seek the shelter of the Lord's Name and His Devotees, you will always be protected."
"Let there be supreme victory for the chanting of the holy name of Sri Krishna, which cleanses the mirror of the heart and exstinguishes the blazing fire of material existence. Sri Krishna sankirtana diffuses the soothing rays of bhava that cause the white lotus of good fortune for all living entities to bloom. The holy name of Krishna is the life and soul of all transcendental knowledge and increases the ocean of transcendental bliss. The holy name bathes and cools the body, mind and soul and enables one to taste full nectar at every step."
I had a bad night. I woke up about 9:30 P.M. with a headache and couldn’t subdue it. An hour later I still had the headache and more medicine didn’t work. For the remainder of the night I was in a light drowse with the headache. I had dreams, and a dream persona had headaches in him. I finally got up at 1:30 A.M., and surprisingly I felt better although a little tired. I began my chanting and it was pretty good, my main attention was to rapid chanting in accumulation of the mantras. I chanted them clearly with no distraction but attention to the syllables. I couldn’t connect them very well to the personalities Radha and Krishna although I occasionally glanced at the beautiful arca vigrahas on Their altar. But I took consolation in knowing that the names alone are nondifferent than the forms. So by chanting the sounds I was contacting the forms, and in a distant way, the activities and the pastimes of beautiful Radha and Krishna. Of course I have a long way to go. Narayana came up, and we talked some friendly talk. It won’t be too long before we’ll be on the move again so I’m treasuring these last days of routine activity in the Yellow Submarine. It was a stress yesterday going to see the doctor then the hospital for blood test and then the hospital for an x-ray of the chest. And today I go for the physiotherapy. I hope I’ll have time to get my writing done. But most of all is to finish those final minimum four rounds in good form. Chant each round as Bhurijana says, isolating it as the only one. I can’t do that exactly, but I’ll keep it in mind and chant one after another with devotion. Please help me Lord to chant with devotion.
What does it mean to
chant with devotion?
You’ll concentrate and realize
you don’t have much time
left. You move close to
harinama and recall
fondly all the years you
have been close to them,
in temples and campgrounds,
in solitary rooms. You
recall your sincere efforts
and the sound vibration’s echoing
in your ears, running in your
pulse. You chant with devotion
when you think of Prabhupada
and how he gave you the names
in the storefront and in every
place since then, your
dependency and loyalty to him.
The spiritual master gives the names,
and you give them back to him,
trusting They are Radha and Krishna
and bringing you out of this
world of misery and pain.
To chant with devotion you
share it with others in
the sankirtana movement of
Caitanya Mahaprabhu
you pray to be a preacher
of Nama Prabhu.
I had already arranged to transfer from being Prabhupada’s servant to being his library party leader, but I was enjoying my last days as his servant. The Ratha-yatra in Melbourne was a gala affair. There were three large carts, and the parade was led by a Scottish bagpipe band. Prabhupada decided to walk with the parade the whole way. He wore a yellow knit hat and flashy silk sannyasa clothes. He draped a wool white chadar over his right shoulder. He wore a huge many-colored garland that went down almost to his feet. It was very intimate walking close beside him and playing karatalas for the whole length of the parade. Madhuvisa Maharaja, the leader of ISKCON Australia, was right beside him, and I travelled a step beside. The crowd was packed in close around Prabhupada, and many people accompanied him and the carts through the streets. The devotees had hired two security guards, and they were karate experts wearing gloves with no fingers and one of them had a black eye. They hovered close to Prabhupada and gave a simultaneously ominous and secure mood to the atmosphere. Everything was really packed in close. The crowd did not keep neat lines of distance from Prabhupada, and many of them drifted in close beside him as we marched the long parade route. Prabhupada sometimes played karatalas and raised his arms in the air. He kept singing the mantra loudly. There were no unpleasant incidents, but it was all rather close knit and a bit disarrayed as a parade.
The procession finally stopped at a kind of warehouse and there Prabhupada delivered a Ratha-yatra address to a noisy gathering. Prabhupada finally went home and rested for the afternoon. The best part of the day for me came in the late evening. Prabhupada called me and Pradyumna into his room to give him a leg massage while he lay in bed ready to go to sleep after the long day of marching and energy expanding. He was quiet and the room was dark and silent. Suddenly he said to me, “You were dancing very nicely today.” I almost jumped for joy to hear him say those words, and I loved dearly for them. He soon drifted off to sleep, and I drifted off to ecstasy in the next room.
Baladeva das is not up yet,
Narayana is chanting japa,
and I am writing a poem
about Krishna. But I don’t
know Him well.
I know the stories I’ve read
how He travelled all over India
and found Brahma-samhita and
Krishna-karnamrta in palm leaf copies
in temples and how He ripped out a page
from the Kurma Purana to prove to
the devotee of Rama that the real
Sita was not kidnapped.
I believe all the stories I read, and
I treasure them and try to remember
them so I can speak them in lectures
and not be dumb before an
audience. I’m afraid that will
happen. I write how Krishna travelled
with Lord Nityananda and stopped at Remuna and heard about Saksi
Gopala and heard about Ksira-chora Gopinatha
and attracted such great crowds that they gauged out big holes
in the roads just to see Him.
He accommodated them by raising His
hands and shouting, “Hari!”
But when He could,
He escaped the crowds and
went alone where He could
chant the Lord’s names in
solitude. But He was not
meant for permanent solitude.
He was meant to meet
people and convert them
to Vaisnavas. That was His
magnanimous mission.
Sometimes alone and sometimes
with crowds, He never grew
tired or sleepy or hungry,
He kept going, whether
travelling on foot or talking
in the gambhira. He was
not a mortal human being like
you or I who gets sleepy
even in the middle of
praising Him.
I love the Lord, but I’m
low powered and weak.
I can barely sit up and
move my pen. I listen
to Eric Dolphy wailing
on his alto sax and
that helps to keep me
going, but the body
continues to wear down.
Help me Lord, to raise praises
to You in youthful verse.
I don’t want to peter out.
Give me themes or at
least excerpts of Your pastimes.
I know your answer.
I just
have to keep hearing Your pastimes,
and I’ll be supplied. There is
no shortage. I can tell of the
time You and Lord Nityananda stopped at the house of a man
who offered You wine and
You and Lord Nityananda jumped in the
Ganges and swam
away shouting, “I am He!”
You swam to Advaita’s house
on a heavy current of the Ganges
and punished him for speaking
like a Mayavadi, and he loved
to be beaten by You although
his wife protested, “Leave
him alone. He’s an old man!”
I remember hearing of these
incidences and love to tell
them as long as I can keep
my eyes open and my pen
hand moving. That won’t be
forever. I fear one day I won’t be able to make comprehension
and no one will read the
poem. Does it matter?
It does to me. I think I
may please You the way I
do when I like to do something in Your
service. Please let me
keep it up for many years,
cohesive and making sense
and even music. Soon enough
I won’t be able to
utter another word. So in
the meantime please give
me fresh and clear
intent: You are the
glorious one, the Supreme Personality of Godhead
and we are all Your krishnera-nitya-dasa.
By Malati Devi
Due to a forceful winter, there is a lot of “getting ready” needed before the opening of New Vrindaban’s Pilgrimage Season, which kicks off with Festival of Inspiration (May 7,8,9th).
Our wonderful landscaper, Matreiya das, is an aging trooper who could use the help of a couple younger folks.
Time frame is as soon as possible. Depending on the duration of your commitment, you will receive room, board, basic needs plus free attendance to Festival of Inspiration.
Experience in landscaping is nice but not a requirement. A valid driver’s license would be helpful, but not a “must.” What is a “must” is that you are willing to follow the regulative principals and go shoulder to shoulder alongside Maitreya. You can count on learning a few things and pleasing Their Lordships, Radha Vrindaban Chandra as well as seeing the results of your seva unfold.
References required. Depending on location, travel assistance may be available.
Contact: servingkrisna@aol.com or 304-845-9591 and ask for Malati dasi or Bhaktin Rita.
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This picture shows Bharadraja holding up a Back to Godhead magazine and giving a short speech to the folks who had gathered to watch at a distance at the Boston Commons. We would sing for about a half hour and then a devotee would give a short talk. Shortly after this picture was taken a rowdy rushed from the crowd and punched Bharadraja in the stomach. Bharadraja had the wind taken out of him, and he crumpled up, although he uttered the words “Hare Krishna”. Several devotee men immediately grabbed the assailant and turned him over to the police. We charged him with assault and the case went to court. The rowdy’s lawyer said that Bharadraj had provoked the man with “inflammatory speech.” The judge then heard Bharadraja’s version. The judge was still for a less than a minute and then he said “I don’t think this man is capable of inflammatory speech.” He sent the assailant to thirty days in jail. But it wasn’t the last of assaults on devotees.
This is a picture of night sankirtana in downtown Boston in 1970. The Broadway musical “Hair” was showing at the theater in Boston. “Hair” was a musical about what hippie life was like in the 1960s and the very last scene ended with the entire cast singing the Hare Krishna mantra. The devotees took the opportunity to stand right outside the theatre and chant Hare Krishna to the exiting theatre goers who had just heard “Hare Krishna” sung in the theatre. The devotees would distribute handfuls of burning incense and hold out conch shells asking for donations. The crowd was in a good mood having just heard the Hare Krishna mantra and when they saw the nontheatrical authentic version of Hare Krishna chanters it warmed them up. Devotees would usually collect forty of fifty dollars within a few minutes and thoroughly enjoy themselves chanting in such a heart-warming atmosphere.
Many devotees are now returning from India after their pilgrimage to the holy dhama. Srila Prabhupada wanted the sankirtan devotees to go to India to get inspiration and then go back to their countries with greater strength to spread the sankirtan movement of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu.
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Giriraj Swami and Indradyumna Swami initiated 8 devotees - some with first initiation and some with second initiation. This is the entire ceremony.
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My witch hazel has finally bloomed. Some years it blooms as early as January but before this year it has always bloomed in February. It needs several sunny days above freezing and we never had that this year in February even though that is normal. It is always exciting to look forward to its blooming because it marks the beginning of a new horticultural year, and most years it is a spirit lifter in the dead of winter. Fragrant too.
The other thing that didn’t happen in February was any tree pruning. In the past, energy permitting, I have gone out in February and done fruit tree pruning but with all the snow, that would have been difficult this year, and my macho younger self that may have bulled through it anyway is but a distant memory.
It is still time in March to prune but best to get it done before trees break dormancy and we are now having a string of well above average temperature days where you can almost see the snow melting in front of your eyes and if this continues it will be a narrow window to prune in.
This is complicated by my physical limitations where I only have a little energy and don’t really accomplish all that much in a given day. There is practically unlimited trees to prune around NV given that restriction. If anyone is interested in doing some pruning let me know and we can go out and do some.
I have also made commitments to individuals to help them, besides the trees I have myself. Once April arrives so will a lot of trees, berries, and fragrant perennials so even if the weather turns cold again, I won’t have time for pruning.
I have some odd jobs to do around the garden to make life simpler when the season hits, so I have been getting out in the good weather and getting some stuff done.
Today I am going to strip some old rotting mesh wire off a still good frame that is no longer useful in its current condition. It is like a low table we have put plants on while waiting to transplant them, something I recycled from I can’t remember where. Unfortunately it has about a zillion staples on it so it will take some time, but once the wire is removed I am going to reinforce the frame and use it as a portable cold frame, just throwing some plastic, old windows or floating row cover over it to bring some greens on early and then as a season extender in the fall.
I also have received some 2 oz. and some .55 oz floating row cover I can use for the same purpose without a frame but cold frames are nice.
One thing about having a garden is there is always something to do.
“Prabhupada: And the bulls are being killed. Why they should be killed? Engage them in tilling the field. They will have occupation. And the man also will have occupation. There is immense land. So there will be no question of unemployment. And the machine, it works hundreds of men’s labor and hundreds of men become unemployed. So unemployed means devil’s workshop.”
Room Conversation with Scientists — July 2, 1974, Melbourne

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During Gaura Purnima festival, free prasada was served during the entire festival period,thanks to the continuous support of worldwide devotees. This has become a festival tradition and we desire to offer our devotees free prasada for Mayapur Summer Festival also. This is our first Mayapur Summer Festival and we wish to make it happen for the pleasure of Srila Prabhupada, who wanted to have at least 3 or 4 big festivals in Mayapur. The sponsorships for Prasadam distribution are invited.

Mysticism is dying, and taking true religion with it. Monasteries have dwindled. Contemplative orders have declined. Our religious leaders no longer preach the renunciation of the world; our culture scoffs at the idea. The closest most Americans come to real asceticism is giving up chocolate, cappuccinos, or (in my own not-quite-Francis-of-Assisi case) meat for lunch for Lent.
This, at least, is the stern message of Luke Timothy Johnson, writing in the latest issue of the Catholic journal Commonweal. As society has become steadily more materialistic, Johnson declares, our churches have followed suit, giving up on the ascetic and ecstatic aspects of religion and emphasizing only the more worldly expressions of faith. Conservative believers fixate on the culture wars, religious liberals preach social justice, and neither leaves room for what should be a central focus of religion — the quest for the numinous, the pursuit of the unnamable, the tremor of bliss and the dark night of the soul.Yet by some measures, mysticism’s place in contemporary religious life looks more secure than ever. Our opinion polls suggest that we’re encountering the divine all over the place. In 1962, after a decade-long boom in church attendance and public religiosity, Gallup found that just 22 percent of Americans reported having what they termed “a religious or mystical experience.” Flash forward to 2009, in a supposedly more secular United States, and that number had climbed to nearly 50 percent.
In a sense, Americans seem to have done with mysticism what we’ve done with every other kind of human experience: We’ve democratized it, diversified it, and taken it mass market. No previous society has offered seekers so many different ways to chase after nirvana, so many different paths to unity with God or Gaia or Whomever. A would-be mystic can attend a Pentecostal healing service one day and a class on Buddhism the next, dabble in Kabbalah in February and experiment with crystals in March, practice yoga every morning and spend weekends at an Eastern Orthodox retreat center. Sufi prayer techniques, Eucharistic adoration, peyote, tantric sex — name your preferred path to spiritual epiphany, and it’s probably on the table.
This democratization has been in many ways a blessing. Our horizons have been broadened, our religious resources have expanded, and we’ve even recovered spiritual practices that seemed to have died out long ago. The unexpected revival of glossolalia (speaking in tongues, that is), the oldest and strangest form of Christian worship, remains one of the more remarkable stories of 20th-century religion.
And yet Johnson may be right that something important is being lost as well. By making mysticism more democratic, we’ve also made it more bourgeois, more comfortable, and more dilettantish. It’s become something we pursue as a complement to an upwardly mobile existence, rather than a radical alternative to the ladder of success. Going to yoga classes isn’t the same thing as becoming a yogi; spending a week in a retreat center doesn’t make me Thomas Merton or Thérèse of Lisieux. Our kind of mysticism is more likely to be a pleasant hobby than a transformative vocation.
What’s more, it’s possible that our horizons have become too broad, and that real spiritual breakthroughs require a kind of narrowing — the decision to pick a path and stick with it, rather than hopscotching around in search of a synthesis that “works for me.” The great mystics of the past were often committed to a particular tradition and community, and bound by the rules (and often the physical confines) of a specific religious institution. Without these kind of strictures and commitments, Johnson argues, mysticism drifts easily into a kind of solipsism: “Kabbalism apart from Torah-observance is playacting; Sufism disconnected from Shariah is vague theosophy; and Christian mysticism that finds no center in the Eucharist or the Passion of Christ drifts into a form of self-grooming.”
Most religious believers will never be great mystics, of course, and the American way of faith is kinder than many earlier eras to those of us who won’t. But maybe it’s become too kind, and too accommodating. Even ordinary belief — the kind that seeks epiphanies between deadlines, and struggles even with the meager self-discipline required to get through Lent — depends on extraordinary examples, whether they’re embedded in our communities or cloistered in the great silence of a monastery. Without them, faith can become just another form of worldliness, therapeutic rather than transcendent, and shorn of any claim to stand in judgment over our everyday choices and concerns.
Without them, too, we give up on what’s supposed to be the deep promise of religious practice: that at any time, in any place, it’s possible to encounter the divine, the revolutionary and the impossible — and have your life completely shattered and remade.
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"The anti-science crowd use smoke and mirrors to distract as many people as possible, but the rest of us need to listen to the science and keep our eyes on the prize — reversing greenhouse gas emissions trends as quickly and rapidly as possible."by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 11, 2010 08:00 AM
Auckland, New Zealand
I met 44 year old Hemi, a warm and friendly maori (native) gentleman who is working distributing advertising leaflets to the public. He immediately recognised Srila Prabhupada's books. He already has the Gita and others but has not yet read them. He gave a donation and took 2 small books. He is working the same side of the street as me; he's been doing so from 9 until 4:30 every day for over two weeks to promote the School Uniform Shop he is working for.
A while later I meet him again. "What is a monk?" he inquires. I said, "We discuss scripture, do service, study and celibacy." Hemi used to attend the Mormon Church and told me of his being put on probation for not sticking to the "rules" eventually leading to him being asked not to come back. We talked about dealing with sin. I referenced some verses on lust from Bhagavad-Gita focusing on 2.59, and explain the practicality of Bhakti yoga.
Later he beckons me over; he's been meditating on what we discussed earlier. He had attended many churches throughout the years and was unimpressed by the knowledge they had to offer. He was spiritually tired but is now eager to read his copy of the Gita.
We again went on sankirtan. During one exchange I see Hemi waiting across from me. I chastise him jokingly for being in "my" zone and ask if he'd like to do my job. He takes it seriously and agrees. We get a mixture of books from my box and I inform him of the 'printing' price. Then I tell him to chant this certain mantra in between meeting people and he repeats the holy name line by line.
For half an hour he tries giving passersby the books instead of the advertising material. I watch his exchanges; he looks funny in his uniform (which advertises a shop that sells uniforms) but he is confident.
After 30 minutes I approach him. He chants Hare Krishna with a smile on his face. He remembers the whole mantra after having heard it only once. It was difficult for him and no books went out, but he was ecstatic nonetheless. Because of his lack of knowledge of what the books were about, he wasn't sure how to present them. He vowed to read his Gita before coming to Krishnafest at The Loft (our urban yoga lounge) this Sunday. I got his number and later sent him a text message, thanking him for his help. I also wrote: "I hope u gt som nice realisation from the books." He replied,
"I feel like a new lease of life has presented itself to me, a direction of certainty and opportunity, keep in touch."
Srila Prabhupada, his books, and his book distribution Ki! Jai!
Your servant, Jayadeva Kavi dasa
Here's the last of my unpublished pics. (unless I find some more!) from Melbourne 1975. Srila Prabhupada came in mid-May and installed what were then the largest brass Deities in ISKCON and in fact, the largest brass Deities ever cast in Bengal--Sri Sri Nitai Gaura. It was a brilliant event because along with Their Lordships' appearance, ISKCON Australia also revealed to the world its new headquarters at 197 Danks St. Albert Park. A beautiful 2 acre property that started off as a stately home, became a Christian Brother's college and then a Heritage-listed monument, and finally a Hare Krishna temple.
In 1973 Srila Prabhupada had promised to attend the Melbourne Rathayatra. We had built two new rathas, but the main factor in attracting him to come was the prominence of the small Australian yatra in the book distribution listings. Inspired by Buddhimanta prabhu, the Australians were leading the world in their attempts to spread Krsna consciousness and Srila Prabhupada therefore promised to attend the 1973 Rathayatra. Unfortunately he got sick in India and had to cancel.He flew into Melbourne on June 25 1974 for his fourth trip to Australia with his secretary Satsvarupa Das Goswami. This time he only visited Melbourne whereas for his first three trips he had visited Sydney as well.
The Rathayatra on June 29 was glorious and Srila Prabhupada, after joining up with the rathas in the main city square, walked the whole route, terminating at the Royal Exhibition Gardens.
By Gargamuni dasI cannot possibly put into words the loss I feel with the passing of Padmanbha Prabhu. Before he moved to Germany at the end of 1983, he lived on this side of the Atlantic, in a place called New England. Some 27 years after his move, his departure from this world has sent shock waves to everyone who knew and loved him.
We beg to inform all the devotees that Sriman Grahila Prabhu, disciple of His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada, husband of Guru Seva dasi and father of Smt. Nitai dasi, has just left his body at 07.47 AM under very auspicious circumstances in Sri Mayapur Dhama.
After a restless night symptomized with rapid breathing Grahila prabhu left on this auspicious day of Papamocani Ekadasi surrounded by a room full of well-wishers,
Wednesday 10th, February 2010. I drove to Sakhi Rai’s in the middle of the day. We were supposed to be on time and were told that “Maharaja will be waiting for you.” This information was hardly the case when we arrived. We were thinking that we were late but it was some time before we left. We were following Gaura Hari to Redcliff. There was a four car convoy. Gaura and I pretended to race up the freeway and we lost track of the group. We were supposed to be following Niti but we made our own way.
Gaura took the exit to Redcliff and I just managed to follow him. The rest of the convoy managed to miss the exit and the whole group was in disarray. When we arrived in the township of Redcliff and Gaura Hari asked some locals where the hall was. We soon made our way there, before the rest of the convoy arrived. We had a similar situation last year, when I was leading a group, but the people I asked didn’t even know of any halls. One local Gaura asked, suggested she could help him find Woolworths (nothing but a local supermarket). When we parked at the venue, it was only an hour until the show!
We came into yet another prestigious looking venue. Vraja Dham Prabhu was scheduled to film some of our acts so he could make some internet advertising for next year. Dina Dayal and the Manipuris were soon bouncing around the stage in full swing. We were backstage, calling each other on the internal intercom, until the staff members asked us to desist. Soon Maharaja came in and he anxiously set out three plates of Prasadam from his own personal supply. The Manipuris missed lunch and Maharaja was expressing his concern for them by feeding them his own food.
The show was going on smoothly, the only problem was some unscheduled applause and laughter, from the middle row. I could tell that it was a person with a mental disability, who was becoming overly excited at all the amazing sections of the show. Besides the distraction there were no ill feelings. It almost made us laugh, while we were standing before the large crowd.
I had some stray rounds so I decided to go down the back stairs to find some quiet time. I achieved the exact opposite of my desire; while I was sitting on the stairs I heard some distressful cries coming from below. I found a large group of people, cautiously crowded around a room. Maharaja was present and was looking very concerned. What seemed to have happened was that a man was having a negative reaction to some drugs that he had taken. He had snuck his way in the back door and had collapsed. The distress of the material world was clearly visible. Surely he had no plans to be like this when he started his endeavour for sense gratification but now he was helpless. Maharaja made sure the, now, large group of people had the situation handled and then we left the scene.
Madhava and I exited out into the front lobby earlier than usual. We beat the crowds from the audience and the other devotees. We had some conversation with a small group of assembled Vaisnavas before the waves of people exited the hall. We waited at the door, saying goodbye to the seemingly endless supply of people. There were hundreds of brightly lit, smiling faces. Even the staff members of the hall were taking photos with us. The night faded away and we stayed in the hall for some time longer. I sat with Mitch, local bhakta from Brisbane; Simon, our epic chariot driver of the Melbourne leg; and Simon’s mother. Simon’s mother was thrilled with the amazing presentation of Bhakti and gave us some nice feedback.
As if finding the hall was confusing, the return trip home was just as confusing. Cars were leaving the hall from all directions. We had no idea who we were supposed to be following but we just took a hunch. A small group of us pulled into a petrol station, hoping to regroup, and that just seemed to mix up the driving order even more. Finally it looked like we were heading in the right direction and we made our way, safely, back home.
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Although I began this blog with the full intention of describing how wonderful is the process of advancing in devotional service from my perspective, many readers have remarked that it’s overly negative. In fact, the theme of this blog is in describing my journey, and I’ve stuck to that even though it’s not been nearly as smooth and ecstatic as I expected. Although it may not be as inspiring to some people, I still think it has value.
But why must I be negative, peope ask. I don’t see it that way. To advance in any endeavor, obstacles must be overcome. What is an obstacle for one person may not be an obstacle for another, and visa versa. My challenge is that so far I have found that the men acting as gurus in Iskcon are a huge drain on my inspiration, enthusiasm, and hope for advancement in Krishna consciousness. There’s not much I can do about that externally; but it feels like they have some sort of psychic tentacles reaching into me, and I need to get them out. My writing here is a way of doing that.
I can appreciate them as aspiting devotees, but my spiritual connection is through Srila Prabhupada. Before my so-called initiation, I reluctantly accepted their version that serving them was the key to coming closer to Srila Prabhupada, but at least for me that has proven false. My initiation felt more like betraying my relationship Srila Prabhupada, and I am still struggling to recover from that mistake.
I could probably coexist peacefully even with these men posing as gurus, but they don’t allow it. They’ve labeled people like me as heretics and enemies. When I go to an Iskcon temple and someone asks me who is my guru, I’m obliged to lie. I’m not permitted to say Srila Prabhupada is my guru, and if I formally enter into a guru-disciple relationship with him, I expect I may be banned outright. At least I would have to pretend it didn’t happen.
Sometimes it’s said that one can be Srila Prabhupada’s disciple by following his instructions, but in Iskcon culture that does not hold true. For example, last year I debated with an anti-rtvik crusader, and when I did not find his arguments at all persuasive, he posted a series of derogatory e-mails about me to the “Prabhupada Disciples” PAMHO e-mail group. Because he is recognized as a disciple of Srila Prabhupada, he could do that, but I was not permitted to answer in my defense. It was only a few weeks earlier that he told me that following Srila Prabhupada makes me his disciple, but then he quickly proved the real value of that idea in Iskcon. I wonder if he noticed the irony.
This is the kind of stuff that has been going on in my interfacing with Iskcon devotees lately. A few weeks ago I remarked on a Facebook status update that my predominant feeling about my initiation in the six years since has been regret. One local mataji responded saying that attitude would destroy me. I countered by questioning her judgement based on the fact that she was worshipping a guru who, as a somewhat elderly sannyasi, had tried to have sex with his disciple, who was married to another disciple, after several years of manipulating her life based on his lust. (http://www.chakra.org/announcements/persDec26_07.html). That’s so spiritially abusive that it seems almost unreal. Being or accepting such a person as guru strikes me as a gross insult to the guru parampara. This was the same man who directly asked Srila Prabhupada on May 28, 1977, how initiations were to be conducted after his disappearance and was answered “Officiating Acarya,” a.k.a. “Rtvik.” Yet he went on to be a zonal acarya instead, which put him in a position to accept his crush as a disciple. He and his GBC/guru peers concealed Srila Prabhupada’s answer to the May 28 question for many years (the Lilamrta version is vastly different from the various transcriptions), undoubtedly because it stood as a threat to their desire to enjoy the role of guru. Even the tape itself was apparently doctored, as revealed in a professional forensic analysys commissioned by the GBC. How anyone can trust these people is beyond my comprehension.
Then in the past week one devotee took it upon himself to harrass me. I posted to the PAMHO Free Forum a link to the petition for the release of the rest of Srila Prabhupada’s audio recordings, which prompted a personal response from the Bhaktivedanta Archives. Then somehow this other devotee, who had harrassed me before before in e-mail, in the comments here, and in an online devotee forum. This instance was similar to the others, with his telling others that I’m just like a barking dog and should be ignored. As it turned out, I figured out that ignoring him was the only way to make him go away.
So I have so many people like this always trying to intrude on my sacred relationship with the man whom I’ve accepted as spiritual master and whom I believe intended to accept people like me. It is highly offensive to me, and sometimes it makes me angry. All I want to do is cultivate my relationship with Srila Prabhupada and with Krishna, being accepted in their temples, and not have people trying to force me to do it their way. For me, putting my spiritual life in the hands of another man is very difficult to do, but I trust Srila Prabhupada. I do not trust these other men at all, and I think there are more than enough reasons why.
This is my life, or at least part of it. My spiritual life at home is very nice, peaceful, and happy. But these self-appointed and voted-in gurus are a big obstacle to me, and moving forward includes getting their influence out of my life. I also feel like I should be free to attend and serve at the temples Srila Prabhupada established. I think he would want that. Ignoring the gurus won’t make them go away, so here I am writing and working through my issues with a little hope that a few more people will understand. Hare Krishna.
P.s. Please forgive any typing errors; I’m using thumbs on a BlackBerry.
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I woke up with a headache at 9.30 P.M. but subdued it. I then got up from bed at 2 A.M. My chanting has been in the mind but with clear pronunciation. I’m hearing each syllable of the holy names and getting some feeling for them. Hare Krishna Hare Krishna. They are names of Krishna and Radha, and you have to pay attention to them and be aware of what you’re doing. This is the most important part of the day. You’re calling on your Lords. My chanting was fast, and I’ve chanted twelve rounds already. The depth of the ecstasy of chanting is fathomless, and you have not gone deep yet. You play in the waters and at least stay submerged and attentive to what you’re doing. But there’s so much further to do. You have to be aware and cry. You have to be aware of the preciousness of the Nama Prabhu and approach Him with your whole heart and soul. Anything short of that is superficial. I know I have not reached the goal.
Diving deep, you
aspire for it,
but stay in the shallows
of the Names.
At least pay attention
to each passing mantra
and the meaning of the
syllables, Hare, Krishna, Rama.
You are calling to Radha
then calling to Krishna, then
calling to Radha then
calling on Krishna.
If
I can just meditate in
devotion to the sounds
I’ll be saved from
distractions
and merged in highest love.
This is a picture of a pleasant visit Prabhupada made with his devotees to his godbrother Srila Sridhara Maharaja at his matha in Navadvipa. To get there we had to take a ferry. It was a motor run boat and was raised just a few inches above the water. It carried our car and a few others. As we crossed the quiet Ganges a few full-sized porpoises rose from the water and cruised right next to the ferry. As we landed on the other side a man boarded and frightened me by holding a just-severed goat’s head in my face. I was terrified and disgusted as the man laughed in my face.
Srila Sridhara Maharaja’s matha was located on a pleasant few acres with palm trees and a temple. We went to his room which was located on a second floor tower. He was not feeling very well as he sat in his chair holding a pole. He was tall and spoke fluent English. We disciples of Prabhupada were introduced to Sridhara Maharaja. I was introduced as the manager of the gurukula in Dallas and Maharaja encouraged me. After introductions, the two sadhus began to converse intimately in Bengali. Jayapataka Maharaja later told as they were talking on intimate points about Prahlada Maharaja and Hiranyakasipu. Jayapataka Maharaja said much of the discussion was over his head but that was very philosophical and interesting. We then bathed in the Ganges and honored a very nice prasadam feast. Pradyumna das who was on the far right on the photo (with his little son, Aniruddha) corrected me on where to place the tilaka marks on my fore arms. We stayed over night at the ashram, observed mangala arati the next morning before the Radha Krishna Deities and then prepared to leave. In the group photo we took before leaving, I am standing directly next to Sridhara Maharaja on his right. Prabhupada is standing surrounded by Hari Sauri and Jayapataka Maharaja.
1.
Krishna seems far away from me,
but actually He’s close.
It’s just that I don’t care to
be with Him in divine loving
service. It’s a pity.
Why am I so indifferent?
He is the most attractive person,
the source of all protection, and
He can give me eternal youth.
I don’t understand why I don’t
love Him more actively.
My love is like flameless red coals,
hot but not blazing. I want
to be with You in prayer and
active service.
I have lost the taste for preaching
and worshiping Him. Please
Lord, bring me back, wake
me up to the fact that I
need You desperately, that without You
I will soon perish and
have to enter into another
material body for suffering the four
fold miseries.
Why can’t I be wise at
seventy years old? Why am I
occupied with trivialities?
I want to cry out to You,
and I’m starting to do
it now in this poem.
Lord Hari, four-armed
and two-armed lover
of the gopis, friend of
all living entities, so
great we can’t estimate
You, but we can offer You
a leaf or water
or fruit in devotion,
and You will be
pleased.
2.
As Lord Caitanya, Nrsimhananda Brahmacari
meditated and made You a road
of jewels in his mind. Prabhupada
says the road of jewels in the
mind was as good as actual jewels,
just devotional service is what counts.
And then You went to Rama-keli
and hundreds and thousands of
people followed You. The Muslim ruler asked his secretary
what was Your influence. The
secretary played as a diplomat
to protect You and said,
“Oh he is just a mendicant.
Just a few people follow
Him. Don’t disturb Him, there
is no profit in it, only loss.”
And he warned You the Muslim
ruler might get jealous so You
ought to leave.
The pastimes of Lord Caitanya are
as interesting as the lila of Krishna
in Vrndavana. Pure devotees have
eternal bodies as gurus, and
they also have eternal identities as
females in Vraja and
as males in Caitanya lila.
I want to enter a body
and mindset where I think
of You always and chant
Your names. I want my
devotion to blaze.
Can I help myself with a
poem, with a simple song
of recitation of Your glories?
And what else do I have
to do? Do I have to go to
Trinidad to give lectures?
Do I need to read more
in my master’s books
and help people in Krishna
consciousness?
Let me come alive and in these
last years. I don’t want
to die before I’m dead. I want to love You
with intensity. I want
to be a genuine bhakta. I pray You’ll help me
more quickly to that
direction to cry out
and be with You.
These are pictures of the ISKCON artists working in Boston in 1970. Bharadraja is painting Lord Caitanya taming the wild beasts in the jungle by His chanting of the holy names. Murali-dhara is touching up a picture of four-headed Lord Brahma in Satyaloka. The devotees hadn’t been painting so long, but they were learning by working. This was a favorite policy of Prabhupada’s: A book distributor would learn how to sell books by doing it, a manager would learn on the job. The artists made mistakes and were awkward at first, but they would work so hard and constantly that they would quickly learn. Prabhupada didn’t even like the idea of their studying the great masters in painting. They should just paint by their own abilities. Prabhupada had introduced paintings as illustrations for his books. He initially asked Jadurani to paint dozens of pictures of Krishna’s pastimes for his Krishna book. Some of the paintings were obviously beginners work, but he saw some sincerity in them and he published them. Gradually the artist group became efficient in a realistic style of figures painted according to the way they were described in the scriptures, literally.
They worked in a rather large area on a second floor with lots of windows. About six painters could work at one time, with lamps clamped to their canvases. They’d listen to Prabhupada’s lectures or bhajans of him singing while they painted, and they considered their lives blissful. Working on the Press in separation from Prabhupada while he toured the world produced intense dedication. The painters felt dedicated. During this early time I was the manager of the painting department. I didn’t have many duties. I assigned the pictures, managed the personnel and my main job turned out to be how to restrain the devotees from working too much. Painting was a service that gave the painters great enthusiasm, and they worked all day and night, and I had to tear them away from their canvases. They were in a mood of painting in a marathon spirit, and Prabhupada encouraged it. When the paintings were completed and used in the books the originals were put in simple frames and hung in the temples. Prabhupada personally gave instructions by mail as to how exactly the characters should be painted. Arjuna should not wear a mustache, Radharani’s feet should not show, as a sign of Her modesty. And he liked bright colors. Jadurani kept painting men with long curly hair below their shoulders. Prabhupada had a hard time curing her of this habit. He wanted the hair only down to their shoulders. Prabhupada declared the paintings were “windows to the spiritual sky” and were worshipable objects, like Deities.
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by Nityananda Chandra Das (noreply@blogger.com) at March 10, 2010 06:09 PM

We should know that if we chant one maha-mantra and actually listen to it—hearing it—we have done something wonderful and our life is already successful. Focused chanting is actually the clearing stage of japa (namabhasa) and the scriptures are full of glorification of such chanting…
by Rasa Rasika (noreply@blogger.com) at March 10, 2010 04:42 PM
Over the past few months, the Hare Krishna Community at ISKCON Toronto has seen an encouraging growth in the Sankirtan efforts. Sankirtan is the form of sharing bhakti or Krishna Consciousness with the public through books and outdoor kirtan. This has been due to the inspiration of Vaisesika das, who in his previous visits to Toronto has empowered and inspired devotees to go out on the streets and become ambassdors of good will!by Mahasundari Madhavi dasi (noreply@blogger.com) at March 10, 2010 04:40 PM
From an email:
INFORMATION EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW………………………
Blood Clots/Stroke – They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue
I will continue to forward this every time it comes around!
STROKE:Remember the 1st Three Letters…..S.T.R.
My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree.
If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously.
Please read:
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall – she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) .she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening
Ingrid’s husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital – (at 6:00 pm Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today.. Some don’t die they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.
It only takes a minute to read this…
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke…totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Thank God for the sense to remember the ‘3′ steps, STR . Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. It is sunny out today.)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke ——– Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Another ’sign’ of a stroke is this: Ask the person to ’stick’ out his tongue… If the tongue is ‘crooked’, if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.
A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.
I have done my part. Will you?

by Bhaktimarga Swami (noreply@blogger.com) at March 10, 2010 03:18 PM
It just felt terriffic to be back at Mayapur ! And that is why there hasn’t been any posts for a long time. When in Mayapur or Vrindhavan, I have found the internet to be very slow. So, I decided to wait till I get back. Once I got back, I was jet lagged for a good 4 days and now I am doing good.
I had a chance to visit Navadwip and visit places of Mahaprabhu’s pastimes, celebrated Gaura Purnima with 800 odd Russian devotees, prayed on the banks of the Ganga, enjoyed my daily lunch at Madhu bakery and immersed in the wonderful lectures of His Holiness Bhakti Caru Swami, Bhakti Vaibhav Swami, Bhakti Vikasa Swami, Jayapataka Swami (via TV) and other guru maharajas. And you can’t forget the long stares at Lord Narasimha, Pancha-Tattva and Sri Radha Madhava deities. Here is the first picture I took while there :

" Let there be Victory ! "
Also, in this visit running up to 9 days, 8 nights, I decided that I would study the Sri Siksastaka prayers (the 8 holy verses of Lord Chaitanya) for the 8 nights I intended to be here. It wasn’t easy as I thought but the attempt was made. So, here is the first verse :
Let there be all victory for the chanting of the holy name of Lord Krishna, which can cleanse the mirror of the heart and stop the miseries of the blazing fire of material existence. That chanting is the waxing moon that spreads the white lotus of good fortune for all living entities. It is the life and soul of all education. The chanting of the holy name of Krishna expands the blissful ocean of transcendental life. It gives a cooling effect to everyone and enables one to taste full nectar at every step.

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Life is hectic. I like to read spiritual literature on a daily basis but quite often it’s just not possible. In the Bhagavad-gita, Krishna uses a number of metaphors to describe the power of transcendental knowledge (jnana).by Sutapa das (sutapa.kks@hotmail.com) at March 10, 2010 12:07 PM
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By Praghosa Dasa"There should be somewhere on earth, a place which no nation could claim as its own, where all human beings of good will who have a sincere aspiration, could live freely as citizens of the world and obey one single authority, that of the supreme truth; a place of peace, concord and harmony" "An Aurovilian should lose the sense of personal possession. For our passage in the material world, what is indispensable to our life and to our action is put at our disposal according to the place we must occupy.
Srila Prabhupada’s letter to Patita Uddharana Dec. 8, I97I
This routine work, such as chanting, speaking, rising early, cleaning, cooking and offering prasadam, arati, reading books–these activities are the backbone of our Society, and if we practice them nicely in a regulative manner, then our whole program will be successful. If we become slack or neglect these things, then everything else we may try will fail. So it is very important that you keep your standards very high in these activities, then your preaching will be strong. Preaching is our real business, preaching and distributing books. If your preaching work is strong, then your management of temple affairs will also become automatically very strong. Just like if the head wills it, the hands will move. Preaching is like the head of our Krishna conscious Society–if the head is removed, the whole body dies. Managing is the hands, which work nicely if the head is healthy. If the hands are removed, the body will not die, but it will be crippled. So preaching is more important than management, but both must be there if the whole body is to operate nicely.
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In the above letter, Srila Prabhupada is telling us how important the missionary work of spreading Krishna consciousness is for our society. Srila Prabhupada particularly emphasises the importance of distributing literature. He compares it to the head of the body, whereas the body is compared to our society. The head can someheow survive without the limbs, but the limbs and the rest of the body can not survive without the head. That’s how important missionary work is.
At Sastra Dana, we continue our best to maintain the head, the sanity, the spiritual health of this society, by distributing the message of Krishna consciousness.
Here we’re presenting you with a few photos from the field. They are explained in the captions.
We are also very happy to report to you that our newspaper publication, 16Rounds to Samadhi, has been having a great deal of success. Many places where we were previously unable to place books are now allowing us to distribute our newspaper there. The newspaper’s content consists of Srila Prabhupada’s teachings and very often sections from Srila Prabhupada’s books. The reason why the newspaper is being accepted in the stores such as Ralphs, Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, etc., is that the newspaper has a less of a religious appearance, though the content is the same. We will tell you more about that in the next issue.
Thank you for your continuous support. May Krishna and Srila Prabhupada bless you with unlimited mercy. Be sure that you are doing the most important service in the universe by helping to extend the Krishna conscious gifts to the world. There is nothing as important as education, the education about the difference between matter and spirit and the nature of each respectively.
...devotees in Los Angeles and all devotees living in places due north or south of LA, or west of the city (including in Hawaii), should observe it as stated on the calendar, namely on the 10th.