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Reggel bent voltam a templomban. Ista-gosti volt. Az egyház megújult vezetési rendszeréről volt beszámoló. Érdekes és izgalmas. Sivarama Maharaja oldalán erről részletesebben hallhattok.
Ezután segítettem Maharaja iPhonejának beállításában. Már régóta gondolkozott, hogy ezt használja, de a billentyűzetével nem volt elégedett. Majd meglátuk, hogy bevállik-e neki.
Baladev das leading an ecstatic Midnight Arati kirtan.
2008-12-31
Dallas, TX
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Hare Krsna,
All Glories to Srila Prabhupada,
After attending the Book Distribution Seminar with Vijaya Prabhu in Fiji and taking his association for a short time, our book distribution interests revived.
I tried selling Bhagavat Gita at my work place - starting with my Manager. Early Friday morning as soon as I came to work without even going to my desk, I went straight to his office. I told him that I have something for him and presented Bhagavat Gita. He was surprised at my approach and really appreciated it. He bought the Bhagavat Gita from me and guess what?
In the afternoon, he resigned from work................ after about a week I met him again. The first thing he told me was, "Now I have plenty time on this earth to read Bhagavat Gita."
Srimad Bhagavat Gita ki jai!!!
Yours in the service of Srila Prabhupada and Gurudev, Ambika Devi Dasi.
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Hare Krsna,
All Glories to Srila Prabhupada,
After attending the Book Distribution Seminar with Vijaya Prabhu in Fiji and taking his association for a short time, our book distribution interests revived.
I tried selling Bhagavat Gita at my work place - starting with my Manager. Early Friday morning as soon as I came to work without even going to my desk, I went straight to his office. I told him that I have something for him and presented Bhagavat Gita. He was surprised at my approach and really appreciated it. He bought the Bhagavat Gita from me and guess what?
In the afternoon, he resigned from work................ after about a week I met him again. The first thing he told me was, "Now I have plenty time on this earth to read Bhagavat Gita."
Srimad Bhagavat Gita ki jai!!!
Yours in the service of Srila Prabhupada and Gurudev, Ambika Devi Dasi.
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by noreply@blogger.com (Devadeva Mirel) at January 28, 2009 09:11 PM
Srila Prabhupada gives a very interesting and inspiring insight into the meaning of the Hare Krsna mantra and the deep understanding of each word contained in the Maha mantra.
by Rasa Rasika (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 08:54 PM
Many years ago, when I was travelling the world, interviewing expatriate Australian Hare Krishna devotees for my historical book, 'The Great Transcendental Adventure', I found myself in Colorado. I had tracked down some old friends, Vidyaranya and Dipak, who lived in Boulder and Basalt respectively.
My home base was in Denver, at the Hare Krishna Temple, and everyday I would have lunch at Govinda's on Cherry Street. It's still there, by the way, and highly recommended.
I picked up quite a few recipes on the road, and some of them made their way into my subsequent cookbooks.
Yesterday I received this letter from Pamela in California, and it got my culinary memory juices flowing:
"I am asked to make Almond salad dressing for our next home program. Would you please give me the recipe. Thank you."
Here's my reply:
DYNAMITE DRESSING
The Hare Krishnas of Denver, Colorado, run a very popular restaurant, Govinda's, on Cherry Street. One of their salad dressings particularly appeals to me; as the name suggests, it's packed with strong flavours. Nutritional or brewers yeast is available at health food stores.
PREPARATION TIME: a few minutes YIELD: 2 cups
1 cup blanched almonds 1 cup cold water 1 cup olive oil 3 tablespoons freshly-squeezed lemon juice 3 tablespoons tamari or soy sauce 3 tablespoons nutritional yeast or brewers yeast
Place all the ingredients in a blender and process until completely smooth. That's it.
It's a great dressing, especially on 'big salads'.

by Sutapa das (sutapa.kks@hotmail.com) at January 28, 2009 07:39 PM
Regular readers will know I am quite illusioned, ergo I like optical illusions and have a whole category dedicated to them. Here is one that is quite literally an “optical illusion”.

Of course the biggest illusion is that the material world is the only reality. To get beyond that we need to find a teacher so we can…

What do we need to learn?
“By the spell of illusion one tries to be happy by serving his personal sense gratification in different forms which will never make him happy. Instead of satisfying his own personal material senses, he has to satisfy the senses of the Lord.”
Bhagavad Gita Preface
Maya, thinking that the material world is it, is sometimes defined as “This is me, that is mine.”
But as Prabhupada says above, we can never be happy unless we look beyond “Me”…



by Sutapa das (sutapa.kks@hotmail.com) at January 28, 2009 04:06 PM
I miss cows. This is the first time I've ever lived anywhere without cows. I happened upon some photos that I took sometime back of the cows when I was living in New Vrindavan. They brought back fond memories. I changed the desktop picture on my computer so now I get cow darshan regularly. It makes me happy just looking at them.by Gauranga Kishore Das (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 04:01 PM

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Distorted mental representations, not only generate heavy unbalances and serious pathologies on the psycho-physical level, but also impair our access to Reality.
On the Sunday that just went by, I had another chance to mingle with the wonderful disciples of His Holiness Indradyumna Swami Maharaj. Earlier in the morning, at prasadam time, Stoka prabhu asked me, if I wanted to join them in their trip to Torquay, a nice beachfront town, about 2 hours from Melbourne. At this place, they would be conducting a harinam on a popular beach followed by the last and final show of “La Carnaval Spirituel” in Australia for 2009, later in the evening. I jumped at the sudden opportunity! A perfect occasion to do some service, get some valuable association of devotees and of course try out the new camera.
In this post, I will focus on the beach harinam and in the next post, I will put some snaps and a short essay on the event as well. But for now, let’s go through the Sunday at the beach.

Our comfy vehicle
A few large and comfortable passenger vehicles had been sourced for the trip. Dominic prabhu, the main person looking after all the arrangements, ensured that the right mix of people were packed into the vans.

In the van and on the road...
We left Melbourne under a cloudless sky and the mercy of a nice warm sun. What can I say about the ride? Nothing much. But, what about the passengers? Wild !!! And hilarious ! I had 16 rounds to go, but I spent most of the time laughing ! Torquay is 95 Km South West of Melbourne and we took the road via the Geelong-Surf Coast Highway. Torquay is also the commercial centre for surfing with the major source of employment related to surfing goods and merchandise. Hence, it is often labeled as Victoria’s surfing capital.

Torquay - The Lucky beachside
The beach at Torquay was fabulous. It had all the ingredients necessary to make a great day for the Australians - the long weekend, hot sun, good surf, beer at hand, plenty of people to gaze, sportive kids and lots of parking. We could see people thoroughly enjoying the crystal clear blue waters. In fact, I think, we saw more people in the water than on land ! Would they have ever guessed in their wildest dreams, who else would be checking the beach out on this day?

May the party begin !!
The Hare Krishna’s start their performance. A performance which is based on a genuine interest to get people introduced to spirituality, whenever and wherever. The first part of the harinam was led by Tribhuvaneshwar (in red) who also led the kirtans at all the “La Carnaval Spirituel” shows in Melbourne. He has a nice soft voice which immediately gets people’s attention. Next to him is Stoka prabhu, well protected from the harsh sun. He is one of the most soft spoken guys I have ever met and to see him on the beach, loudly singing with the others was a surprise for me.

Smiling and dancing all the way...
The devotees in their eastern wear was the highlight and a complete surprise for the sun bathing locals. Here they were, on a hot hot day, completely clad from head to toe, walking such long distances on the beach, yet maintaining a beautiful smile all along. I guess this really put the people at ease somewhat and they quickly figured out that the new entertainment on the beach was well worth the watch.

Stumped by a handout!
3-4 devotees ensured that they didn’t forget their purpose on the beach - to invite one and all, to attend the event in the evening. These devotees ran the length and breadth of the beach with handouts they had made so lovingly the previous weeks. Each handout for them seemed like a currency note. Such was the value assigned to each one. Because we knew that every person who accepted it and also listened to a few words from the devotees, were very special. When these handouts were accepted by non-devotees, the feelings of achievement was high. I guess we felt that they accepted us and the Hare Krishnas. But then, there were a few people who refused to pick one. During such times, there was sadness in the heart of the young devotee and perhaps, a feeling that they let their guru maharaj down. I could see it in their faces. They can’t hide it. The sun was bright.

From one side of the beach to the other...
The devotees with their drums, hand cymbals, loud speakers on their shoulders, dhotis and sarees, traveled from one section of the beach to the other. Wherever there were people, we went. It was getting very hot. But the purpose of sharing the holy name and the cold wet sand was very satisfying. The devotees would wave out to the crowd and many of them would wave back. I could hear the beach-goers say, “They are the Hare Krishna’s”, to those who weren’t aware. Then, there were those who completely ignored us and wouldn’t even exchange glances. But we kept going. It’s not the quantity of people who paid attention that’s important but the the act of being out there, chanting the Holy name, giving people a chance to meet the devotees again and giving anyone an opportunity to hear Krishna’s name was of the highest priority.

Alternative beach wear !
Many people went up to the matajis and exclaimed how beautiful they looked in the colorful outfits. It’s something they had never seen or expected to see on a remote beach. In fact, against the grey sand, blue sky and almost naked people, our troupe looked the most attractive. Even from a distance, you couldn’t miss them. As I sat on the sand, I loved watching the well synchronized movement of the saree ends and how it flicked some sands up in the air.

"You guys are nice"
There were always a few who appreciated what we were doing. Perhaps, they were happy to have been entertained. We would see people dance in the distance, there were others who listened attentively to what we had to say and some used the devotees as a photo opportunity. Perhaps, they couldn’t wait to tell their friends of the weird happening at the beach. I also spotted a few who hugged or embraced the devotees. I am not sure what conversation was going on but they seemed to be enjoying each others presence. One main reason why people liked them could be because of the friendly nature of the devotees. Also, whether they accepted or ignored, the devotees kept their tempo high and gave people the impression that they loved what they were doing out there. And I suppose in Australia, people love that attitude.

Sri Prahlad Das - from CD to sea-side
For me the highlight of the afternoon beach harinam was when Sri Prahlad Das took the lead to sing. I was so happy. Because, like I mentioned in my previous post on La Carnaval Spirituel at Fitzroy, I had spent a few years listening to his CD, “Harer Nama”. The music was in my CD player, in my iPod and also in my laptop. Whenever I got a chance, I would play it. Everyday at the altar, it was a standard practice to switch his music on and sing alongside. The kirtan that he led on the CD was so full of energy and enthusiasm. Even my earlier Japanese room mate who had no inclination towards spirituality whatsoever, once told me how he enjoyed listening to the music during my prayer time. So, in a way, it was a dream come true to be listening to him live ! I walked along side him, whenever I got a chance, thanking Krishna for the luck and opportunity. I love the above photo and perhaps..maybe, it could be on his next CD !!!! Now, that would be something !

Mrindanga drum - a new sound for the people
Under the leadership of Sri Prahlad das, the rest of the crew picked up their energy even more. It was great to see how he brought out many variations of the Maha Mantra. And we could see many young men and women on the beach get up or stop their beach cricket to focus on the nice beats coming from the distance. And some even danced to the tunes !

"Yeah...dude! I think..like..you like..really cool !!"
A group of women on the beach, possibly from the UK, got really wild with their dancing on the beach with us ! It was a sight to watch and many people began to encourage them to keep dancing. They did some disco moves while others attempted, what looked like a belly dance. One young girl, even put her palms together in a prayer position, held it high over her head and moved her hips around wildly. People were loving it. I can’t remember what we felt then. They went with us for a short distance before requesting to have our photos taken with them.

People gaze and kept gazing...
A good majority of people, just sat there on the beach, with their eyes fixed on the procession. Many didn’t know what to do. Should they join? Perhaps clap like the others? Are they supposed to donate? What kind of show are these Indian attired westerners want us to attend? And why are they on the beach? So many questions must have been running through their mind. Some people looked very possessive about their beach. The way they would stare without any interest or continue reading their books without even looking up, gave me the impression that they didn’t like any such exhibition in front of them.

The sand, the surf, the sun and the audience.
The young Australians are the solutions to this country. After all, for any country, the youth is the most valuable resource. Its important they learn very early on that life isn’t all about being laid back, hitting the surf, having a party with mates every now and working hard to fund all these pleasures. From a very young age, they need to be exposed to the wonderful world of diverse cultures, all of which has its basis in spirituality. They need to understand that spirituality and devotion to God can be just as fun as catching the next big wave and riding it to the best of their abilities.

All of them together...
This is a favourite photo of mine. Here, you can see all the devotees arranged in such a way that you can see them all. This is what the crowd would see from their seated position. In fact, I have 150 more photos of the beach session but I can’t post them all here. Just the one’s that will help me narrate the incidents and those that doesn’t look repetitive.

Looking pleased....
And finally, the person who was the backbone behind the beach harinam operation - His Holiness Indradyumna Swami Maharaj. Through out the entire 2.5 hours on the hot beach, he let his young team take charge. He was right behind them all along, playing on his blue mrindanga. He always kept an eye out on the crowd, measuring their interest level on the devotee performance. Whenever he felt that they had performed enough in front of a particular section of the crowd, he would inform the head of the troupe, to move to the next set of stationed people on the beach. I kept wondering throughout the entire session how the devotees were so tolerant of the people and extreme heat. Not a sip of water was taken throughout the tough ordeal. I suppose when the mission is enjoyed and the pleasure of guru is vital, all hardships easily pass.
It was a great learning opportunity for me in many ways. We can’t expect people to come knocking on our doors to take up spirituality. Since we have the answers, we must actively pursue them. Whether, it be hot or cold, outside or inside, streets or the beach, hungry or thirsty, as Hare Krishna’s we always have a job to do - to take the transcendental name of the Lord to one and all. Not a drop of time can be wasted. You never know whose life can be changed in an instant.

Cries out, "Hare Krishna!" and begins to dance as the devotees pass

By Nisha ChopadaEveryone knows about Srila Prabhupada book distribution Marathon around holidays, however, what is this Japa-tha-on? Well. Japathon started at Boise, Idaho, USA temple.
Photo by John Bierman
An iconic scene from January 30th, 1972 - the day that became known as Bloody Sunday. The body of a young civil rights protester, Jackie Duddy, 17, is being carried away, and the Catholic priest, Father Edward Daly, is waving a blood-stained handkerchief to prevent further shots being fired. The young man was given the last rites in the street. This image was later sent around the world, painted on walls, and printed on T-shirts. Inspired by Father Daly’s conduct, I wrote to him and he was kind enough to reply.
On Sunday, January 30th 1972, in the city of Derry in Northern Ireland, a regiment of the British Army opened fire on a civil rights march. They were protesting the recent creation of internment camps, where suspected IRA members were being held without trial. When the army blocked the official route, the young men began to throw stones at them. Then something terrible happened: the army began to fire live ammunition. 27 people were shot, and by the end of the day 13 of them lay dead. The Army said that shots had been fired and that they had returned fire. The marchers said that no-one was armed and five of the dead had been shot while running away.
I was 16 when it happened and I remember exactly where I was standing the following day when I saw the Daily Mirror with the front page news. I remember a sinking feeling in my stomach. It troubled me greatly. The image on the front cover was disturbing, unlike any newspaper picture I’d ever seen. Here was a teenager just a year older than me shot on the street of his town - by our own army? I was bewildered by what seemed to me to be the beginning of a civil war. It frightened me.
Living in Cornwall we didn’t feel connected with London and had some strange sense of kinship with our fellow Celts in Ireland. Like them, we were way out west. Out west and a world away from Westminster.Trying to understand why people hated each other, as well as trying to solve many other questions I had on my mind, I began to explore eastern philosophy.
So by 1976 I had just turned 20 and I was in Derry, Northern Ireland, trying to sell copies of the Bhagavad-gita. I was British and it was only four years after Bloody Sunday. The atmosphere was tense, and so was our reception. Although the people were friendly, and we had not come with a political message, still everyone was preocuupied with the ever present troubles, and everyone knew someone whose home had been visited by personal tragedy.
The army were still very much present in the city, patrolling in staggered columns, looking here and there at second-floor windows for snipers. They seemed remote, fixed on an unseen threat and a world away from the shoppers around them, although sharing the same street. Heavily protected and armed, they were an incongruous sight outside Woolworths. Every so often an armoured car would slowly drive down the road.
Our home at the time was a converted single-decker bus that doubled as a ‘travelling temple’ complete with an altar and a large space for the public to come inside and talk to us. We’d take it to schools and market squares and talk to people. That evening we had a rendezvous with members of a youth club in the Bogside, the part of Derry where the residents were predominantly Catholic and Republican. A large mural taking up the entire end of a house declared: “You are now entering Free Derry.”
As we entered the Bogside and drove towards the church hall where our event was to be held, some unseen person threw a stone at our bus. At first we thought it was some road chippings or a sound out in the dark street. Then another stone came down on the roof, then another, closely followed by a volley of stones. Stone-throwing was common of course, especially if you had British mainland number plates as we did. I had already been stoned once before, but that time I was outside the bus. One stone cracked me on the head - and it hurt. On that day we were in Shankhill Road which was predominantly Protestant; so we couldn’t quite figure out why they’d want to stone ‘the Brits.’ Maybe the younger kids just liked the sport of throwing stones.
Somehow we decided to carry on, navigating a silver single-decker bus through narrow streets. When we met our contact it turned out that many IRA members had invited the children to come to this non-sectarian event. Slowly they began to arrive, the kids who had thrown stones looking a bit cowed at their mistake, especially when they saw their own burly youth leader standing there at the door.
The hall was packed and we did what we always do: Kirtan, lecture, drama, short talk followed by prasadam. Kirtan got everybody going, especially when we asked them to raise their hands and dance in a line round the hall. When the parents saw their kids enjoying themselves they also raised their hands and started to dance - a brief respite from the pressures of life around them. It was when we broke out the prasadam - food offered to Krishna - that all the children became a tidal wave that engulfed the stage where we’d started serving. Although there seemed to be hundreds of them, they all got some hot strawberry halavah washed down with milkshake.
As we packed up and said our goodbyes, we were invited to ‘please come again, ’cause everyone liked it.’ It was good to be appreciated, and to think that we’d been able to do some good for people in a place where there’d been so much grief. For me personally, it was a precious few moments when I’d come into contact with the people behind the headline that had so moved me as a teenager. I was able to see that behind every headline there’s a multitude of personal stories, and that spiritually I’d been able to help in some small way, albeit briefly.
Some years later, one of our Bhagavad-gitas made its way into the infamous Long Kesh Prison, otherwise known as The Maze. Home to Gerry Adams and many others, it was also the temporary home of one young IRA man who was also looking for his own answers in eastern philosophy. After two years in the ‘H-blocks’ of the Maze, he took to the daily practises of Vaishnavism and has remained a devotee of Krishna ever since.
The ‘Bloody Sunday Inquiry’ - the second inquiry into the events - began in March 2000 and is still continuing. Confident expectations are that the inquiry will conclude in late 2009.
Below: How the Daily Mirror told the story. Bottom: Mural on a Bogside wall
Moving images: Click here

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Dear Friends, 27 January 2009by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 09:12 AM
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami Maharaja on January 28, 2009 at ISKCON Ujjain.
To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either “Save link as” or “Save target as”
Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 3.9.15 - Chapter 9: Brahmā’s Prayers for Creative Energy
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami Maharaja on January 28, 2009 at ISKCON Ujjain. To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either ldquo;Save link asrdquo; or ldquo;Save target asrdquo; Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 3.9.15 - Chapter 9: Brahmārsquo;s Prayers for Creative Energy
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Inspired by my reading of "Vaisnava Compassion" by HH Satsvarupa Maharajaby Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 08:00 AM
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Mayapur is getting prepared to host a grand Gaura Purnima festival. The flavour of Gaura Purnima is already up in the air with all the devotees getting busy in preparing to serve the devotees. In another 28 days, devotees will arrive at ISKCON Mayapur to celebrate the 523rd appearance day anniversary of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Officially the festival will be inaugurated on 24th Feb. with hoisting of Garuda flag.
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While on the yoga retreat this past weekend, between astanga yoga workouts and loading on carbs, I read a few books. One of them was Ian Cohen's autobiography / history of Australian Green Activism book: "Green Fire".
Sean Marler, Greens candidate for Moorooka in the last local elections, brought a bunch of nature books along, and I found it among them.
From the back of the book:
Ian Cohen, the Greens member of the NSW Upper House, has worked for the green movement since 1980. His primary focus has been the refinement of direct action tactics and the consolidation of a broad-based people's movement for social change. He is a founding member of several environmental protest groups, including the Broken Head Protection Committee, Stop the Ocean Pollution, Nightcap Action Group and the Clean Seas Coalition, and has campaigned electorally for the Greens since 1984.
At the end of the book he includes an appendix examining the concept of NVA, Non Violent Action. He closes with these two paragraphs, which I think apply to any revolutionary movement that seeks to foment change in the social status quo:
The understanding of issues comes with continuing debate. When a theory translates into a mass movement it can become a dogma. This packaging simplifies its complexity. It assumes that people cannot understand the nuances of the broader philosophy thus disseminating a rigid set of ideas. This leads to a limited form of radicalism which is either blindly adopted or rejected. Reactionary forces either radical or conservative will not further any cause.
In a truly revolutionary movement a society can grow from the unexpected, evolve from processes rather than try to control them. Participants in change must accept that the movement cannot unfold exactly as pre-planned. Respect for the diversity of ideas and actions of individuals is what makes the movement powerful.
The book is interesting for a grounding on environmental issues in Australia, and a history of direct action. Parallels can be drawn between the direct actions of Australian environmentalists and Australian Hare Krishnas, their civil disobedience and a change in the social status quo as a result. There are important lessons in this book for the future for both environmentalists and Hare Krishnas.
After reading it I got a renewed sense that we are only on the face of the planet for a few short years, and our role is to responsibly steward it. The same mentality that leads someone to say: "God gave man dominion over the Earth, that's why we eat the animals" leads to exploitation and pollution of the environment. Our sacred duty is the protection of the water, the soil, the forests, and the animals.
You can download a pdf of Green Fire from Ian's website for free.

by Subuddhi Krishna das, Chicago (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 06:47 AM
While I am caressing her trunk, Laksmipriya makes soft growling sounds. She makes me reflect back to the time which made me want to care for Elephants the way they deserve.
On April 1st, 2006 was a day when I promised myself I wanted to make a difference in the life of an elephant. It was the day when our temple elephant Gulab Kali died. It was a day that I will never forget.
This story resonates with me personally. I used to work at the Adelaide Zoo in the mid '70's and got to know the elephant quite well. She was very affectionate and responded in kind. If she didn't get the reciprocation she wanted then she could be quite upset to the point of dangerous. I recall sticks and branches being thrown in my direction when Samorn was upset with me.
Most of ISKCON was upset when Gulab Kali left her body. It is inspiring to hear of the care being taken of the new elephants in Mayapur.
Hare Krishna Extremist Regimes:
That's my idea of a joke...
Here's another one:
Hare Krishna fanatic bumper sticker:
"WWPS? What Would Prabhupada Say?"
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by Vrndavana Vinodini dd (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 04:51 AM
by course@ultimateselfrealization.com at January 28, 2009 03:30 AM

Saturday, 3rd Jan, 2009. It was just past midnight. We just arrived at Armidale airport. There was a light misty rain and Domo wanted to sleep. I had a brief walk to check out our surroundings but found it was too cold and retreated for our chariot cover. I was not sleepy. After less than half an hour we headed off. I was now starting to feel the stress of the drive, nodding left and right.
At about 2:30am we stopped for another break. Domo found his sleeping bag, made a cacoon and then lights out. I didn’t have the same luck. I might have scored a rough hour of sleep at most. That was all for the night.
After a good while me and Domo arrived at Stanthorpe. We decided that it would take to long to go to Brisbane and instead to make a short cut to Byron Bay for the day’s harinam. We stopped for some local directions. I folded off a few to Domo and we hit the road. Domo started making up his own way and we some how, by the divine will, made it onto the road our friend had directed us on.
We ended up on some wild settlers road which was probably only used by rednecks and kangaroos. The road managed to take many 30 second detours to check out all the boring towns on the way. Eventually Domo lost faith in the road and started making his own way again.
We some how managed to stay on the same track and it was turning out to be a long ride. We started carving our way up a mountain. And then down into some crazy rainforest valley. It was a typical Australian mountain road: many blind corners, barely the space to fit one car on there (what to speak of oncoming traffic) and a perilous plummet off the side down a 500m or more cliff face to your rocky and bloody death. So naturally we were both very excited.
After coming down this mountain, running very low on fuel and not seeing any signs for almost half an hour, me and Domo were getting a little anxious. We were deep in the perils of Woop Woop and didn’t want to end up stuck there. Only cannibals live this far away from the coast and the car pollution. Eventually we were relieved to see a sign to Boonah, our first destination in our “short cut”. This was still a fair distance from anything reasonably populated.
We passed through and started our way for Beau Desert. We came to a sign saying 100km to Gold Coast. It had seemed like we had been driving in a total spiralling zigzags and had not made any real ground. We sought some local’s directions, then double checked and then triple checked and decided to take the other road to Kyogle, a far neighbouring town of Murwillumbah and Byron Bay. Down the road a little more we took a forth opinion just in case.
She gave us another “short cut” which actually seemed to work. On the road I was reminded of an old memory. We dropped HH Makunda Maharaja to the Brisbane airport some 10 years ago. My father suggested take the road through Beau Desert to avoid traffic lights. It turned a good old 2 hour trip into a 5-6 hour adventure of long roads, little signs of life and a back seat of car vomit. This was the same road we were now on.
We rocked into Kyogle and Domo sent me to seek directions AGAIN, JUST IN CASE. He wanted the fastest way to Byron Bay. We were hurling our way there but we just couldn’t get there fast enough. All of a sudden I found myself on the phone with HH Indradyumna Swami! “Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada” I said nervously. He was telling how the harinam party was almost in Byron Bay with no mrdangas!?
I gave some directions to the music shop so they could purchase a jembe for the harinam party. We kept cruising on the way and made it half the distance, past Lismore City. At this time Domo thought it would be good to open the windows. He did something I do often in my car, accidentally open the back window instead of the front. In a normal situation this is fine but when the car is SO PACKED that things can fly out the windows!….So we lost something…But what was it??
By the time we found out that it was our power drill, the drill had already been put into overdrive. By overdrive I mean it was driven over and it was no longer living on the mortal plain. It had ended its repeated turn of birth and death and screw turning and had transmigrated all over the road. We said some quick words and very quickly started back off.
At last, we just made it to Byron Bay. By some divine arrangements the devotees had only just started harinam in the last half an hour and were comfortable with not one, but two jembes. We jumped out for only a moment so Domo could establish the speaker and other sound arrangements and then we hit the road again with no delay.
We made our way out of Brisbane and for the first time in many hours we were on a motorway. We headed up the coast till we crossed the boarder of New South Whales to Queensland. We took an immediate exit into the sleepy coast town of Tugun. We parked the car out of sight and out of mind and I led Domo down a little way to a set of Units on the beach. I buzzed the intercom and we were forwarded on.
I rushed ahead of Domo and paced up a stair case. The door opened and it was family reunion time. We pre planned a visit to see my parents for some reunion, rest and prasad. Domo took to the bed in a quiet little room with blinds down to make it seem like night. I took to first course and some delightful sat sanga with the ma, pa and little bros. We made a call to Nitai, my elder brother, in Canada for a full family reunion. After some time Domo finished his nap and started on the lasagne while I stuck into the sweets.
After some nice introductions between my home family and Domo representing my tour family, it was time to make our way to our new home for next week or so in Brisbane. We bid farewell and exchanged hugs. Me and Domo hopped back in the half wheelie chariot and scorched the road with our rubber. We quickly found our way into the back blocks of Brisbane.
We rocked into Sakhi Roy’s illustrious house to join the crew after their harinam. We were immediately greeted with cake! It was only a small piece but a lot to add on to the cake and lasagne we previously honoured only an hour or so before. I was asked by Maharaja to call my chief TP, Ajita Prabhu to keep our lovely devotees out of one of our programs in Byron Bay, to save seats, and to invite them to another program in Gold Coast, to fill seats.
Me and Domo decided to unload our donkey cart/chariot/car and give the suspension some much needed relief. We came back in for a personal/public instruction from Gurudeva to young Kancana Mataji. He was stressing the importance of the holy name to her but I could see that everyone in the room was attentively listening and taking the instructions also to heart.
After some mucking around we hit the much needed hay. We had survived our long journey through the outback and wilderness of Australia. We had seen some cool places and met some nutty people. It was a good changing contrast from tour but a real energy drainer for the upcoming marathon to come. I was fussed over when I refused to use a bed and preferred my simple yogi mat for sleeping. Eventually they agreed and I tucked under my sleeping bag. I was glad for one thing in particular as I was nodding off; there weren’t going to be any bhuta botherations here.
by Bhaktimarga Swami (noreply@blogger.com) at January 28, 2009 01:00 AM
by noreply@blogger.com (Devadeva Mirel) at January 27, 2009 09:52 PM
News reaches the world that the troubled inhabitants of Lokastan have begun to perish in steadily increasing numbers from a contagion. The disease organism is reportedly so virulent that all exposed fall ill and nearly all the ill die.
By rare good fortune, researchers quickly hit upon a cure. This compound, taken regularly, also promises to render the uninfected immune. Soon, brave rescue workers enter Lokastan in force to treat as many as possible as quickly as possible.
High hopes for a prompt end to the plague are swiftly dashed. The disease turns out to have an unusual feature that trumps all favorable factors.
The organism begins its systematic destruction of the body almost immediately upon infection. At the same time, passing unchecked through the blood-brain barrier, it takes possession of the mind of the afflicted. The victims, now mortally ill, develop a delusional mentality: They become convinced that their disease is nature’s own remedy for all that troubles body, mind, and spirit.
(Pathogens that manipulate the mind of hosts are known to the researchers. They think of Toxoplasma gondii, the parasite that alters the brains of rodents so that they are attracted to—rather than repelled by—the cats that eat them.)
In the infected brains of the Lokastanis, a remarkably altered chemistry masks their disintegration with a sense of profound well-being. In this way the very agent of their destruction makes the victims certain that they are becoming, for the first time, deeply sound and healthy. They come to cherish the pathogen itself, for they are sure it transmutes them to an unprecedented level of well-being. To the doomed, their future is bright.
In their delusion, they deliberately—even systematically—infect others.
For this reason, their rescuers are greeted with hostility and suspicion. In rare moments of lucidity, the afflicted may believe the truth their deliverers reveal to them, but such moments are short lived. For the most part, the healers find themselves locked in a contest—even combat—with those who most need their help.
In the end stage of the disease, the afflicted often return to a terminal lucidity. The reason for this cruel disenchantment is in dispute. Some researchers argue it takes place simply because sheer reality overwhelms delusion; others believe that the pathogen itself efficiently cuts off production of the masking agents. And in many cases delusion goes on increasing until the end.
The medical workers and researchers work hard at developing ways of dispelling the delusions of the afflicted, but it has proven to be slow and difficult work.
The cure must be taken in graduated doses over a period of time, and those under treatment are for some time susceptible to relapse.
It remains an arduous touch-and-go effort.

by Devadeva Mirel (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 09:28 PM
>>> Ref. VedaBase => Evening Lecture -- Bhuvanesvara, January 23, 1977
Nitai and I do some last minute contemplation before the class commences.
Some early arrivals gather their class notes.
One of our huge male crew {sorry, I forgot your name} rubs in the ghee to the flour to make our samosa dough. Almost half the class were men! That's a record.
The spuds are being peeled in preparation for the samosa making.
Some vital ingredients for our Indian Shared Table.
Fruit being cut for our fresh mango chutney.
Nitai has a go at stirring the carrot halava.
We've made the samosa dough and the filling. Now it's time to roll the dough into balls, cut them and fill them.
Deeply absorbed in the cooking events...
Kitchen alchemy in progress.
The idli batter is carefully spooned into the 4-tier steamer.
At last - we sit and have our entree - idli, sambar and coconut chutney.
Come and join us in April at Sticky Rice for a brand new menu.
By Champaka - lata dasiAdorned in rainbow colored summer attires, Their Lordships Sri Sri Radha Radhanath were beautifully anointed with chandan paste and taken out that evening to enjoy boating pastimes in the temple's famous moat.
by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 05:36 PM
by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 05:27 PM
I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.
I cannot go, although I should pretend
Some final self whose phantom eye could see
Him who because he is not cannot change.
And yet the thought of going makes the sea,
The land, the swimmers, and myself seem strange,
Almost as strange as they will someday be.

by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 03:27 PM
by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 03:25 PM
by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 03:23 PM
by letters (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 03:13 PM
Mukunda Datta das singing a Hare Krishna bhajan.
2008-12-31
Dallas, TX
by Rupa Schomaker (rupa@rupa.com) at January 27, 2009 01:54 PM
Hare Krsna everyone. I hope you have had a nice weekend and that your coming week is full of nice realisations coming from nice chanting.This is the second set of photos from the festival.
Dear devotees, disciples and friends,
Please accept my blessings. All glories to Srila Prabhupada.
I last wrote to you from the Baltics Winter Festival in Kaunas, Lithuania some days ago, and you’ve seen some of the photos from there. I’ve posted some more with this message.
It was a wonderful event, and more so because of the presence of His Holiness BB Govinda Maharaja. One thing I forgot to mention was that on his birthday, Sunday the 12th of January, we gave him a special birthday present. I don’t know if you’re aware, but Govinda Maharaja does not eat at all!!!! He doesn’t eat anything. Nothing. All he takes at the moment is water with maple syrup and some spices mixed into it.
So for his birthday the devotees did some research, and Doyal Govinda, one of the leaders of the Lithuanian yatra found some organic maple syrup, so we gave that to Maharaja as a present.
I must admit though that he did have a tiny mouthful of his birthday cake, after violently pushing it into my mouth!
The festival finished that evening, with a kirtana that was so fired up the devotees became very hot, and to cool them down Govinda Maharaja and ISKCON threw water over them again and again. Finally Maharaja got about a 20 liter bucket of water and threw it over everyone!
We returned to Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania, that evening, and then the next morning Ananda Caitanya, the Chairman of the Lithuanian National Council, who is my trusty translator, returned to Kaunas to spend a couple of days at the Kaunas temple.
As I mentioned last time, Kaunas was one of the very first places in the former USSR in which Krishna consciousness really took hold. Ananta Shanti had met Srila Prabhupada in Moscow in 1971 and after only one or two day’s association with him became a completely fired up preacher, and gave up everything to travel around the Soviet Uniion preaching to people.
The temple building we have there belongs to ISKCON, and there is a full programme going on on a daily basis. The preaching in Lithuania is being led by His Holiness Bhakti Sharan Shanta Maharaja. He joined in the Communist days and became so inspired that he gave up his family life and joined the temple, even though at that time he was about 40. He was initiated by Harikesa prabhu, but some years ago was reinitiated and given sannyasa by myself, in the company of Niranjana Maharaja, who is co-GBC there with me.
Now Shanta Maharaja is about 70, and chants at least 64 rounds a day and oversees the book distribution in the Baltics and many of the Nama Hattas.
After a couple of days there Ananda Caitanya prabhu and I went to Minsk, in Belarus, the next country to the east of Lithuania. Belarus is still closely connected to Russia, and is not like your typical European country at all. We saw this as we drove over the border, through passport control. Normally I travel in devotee clothes, but today I had to wear western dress, in case someone prejudiced would not allow me to enter the country.
Their mood was fairly mean, as if they didn’t really want people coming into their country. We had to go to the counter and present ourselves and they checked us out and made sure we were the same person as in the photos in our passports. They looked at me for about a minute and then told me “take off your hat.” The temperature was about minus 5, but I had to take off my hat and expose my freshly shaved head, complete with my very big sikha.
I thought we might now be in trouble. Perhaps they would realize I’m a Hare Krishna and not allow me in. but after a minute or so of staring at me, and then looking back at my passport photo, and then back at me, and so on, they let us in.
As we drove out we were stopped by a Customs man. He wanted to see the documents for our vehicle, a large Plymouth van.
“What sort of car is this?” he asked in Russian.
“It’s a Plymouth,” our driver, the Regional Secretary for Belarus, Damodara Pandita told him.
The man had never heard of a Plymouth, and the car didn’t have the name written on it, so he became bewildered. “Oh no,” I thought. “More trouble.”
“What is it?” he asked again.
:It’s a Plymouth!” Damodara Pandita said, raising his voice a bit.
“A what?” the man asked again, getting a little agitated.
Damodara Pandita then shouted the name with a strong Russian accent. “Plee-moot! Plee-moot! Pleeee-moooot!!”
Suddenly it clicked and the man stepped back. “Oh! A Plee-moot!”
He signed our papers and we were away, finally.
Damodara Pandita prabhu’s now famous Plymouth had a defective machine for spraying water on the windscreen, so as we drove through the snow with the other vehicles, the windscreen quickly became dirty and I wondered how he could see anything. But he had a good system for dealing with that problem. We stopped, he picked up a whole lot of snow, threw it over the windscreen and then turned on the wipers. Immediately the window was completely clean.
The devotees in Minsk illegally built a large temple there in the suburbs, and the city authorities wanted to tear it down and would not allow the devotees to register ISKCON, but after many years of serious difficulty, now everything is legalized, and the movement is registered as an official religion in the country.
The devotees in Belarus are very bold, as devotees tend to be all over world, and they take whatever opportunities they can to spread Krishna consciousness. One of the senior men there, Vikshara prabhu, was telling us how, some years ago, when the Belarus President, a staunch Communist at the time, was being installed, somehow the devotees got through the security and did harinama right in front of the installation programme in the middle of the city.
Vikshara told me this as we were having a sauna in his house. Saunas are not something I like much, but in order to be sociable I agreed to go. The temperature was about 80, and I told the devotees how, previously in
Johannesburg, South Africa, we had had a sauna in one of our farm communities, and we would go in at least once a day, and sometimes twice. Once it was 120 degrees, which is hot enough to back a potato, and we were practically fried to a crisp.
Having had to take a few saunas, or banniyas, as they call them in Russian, I have learnt the Russian word for torture. Vikshara asked me in Russian “kak banniya?” (how is the sauna?), and I replied “peetka!” (torture!). He looked at me momentarily, and then laughed.
On the 19th we drove back to Vilnius, and I flew out through Frankfurt to South Africa. I spent two days in Johannesburg and Pretoria doing some programmes, and now I’m in Durban.
On Sunday we had a nice boat festival for the main Durban Deities, Sri Sri Radha Radhanatha, but I’ll explain about that next time I write, after a few days.
Hoping this meets you well.
Your ever well wisher,
Bhakti Caitanya Swami





by Rasikananda Das (noreply@blogger.com) at January 27, 2009 09:57 AM
Hare Krishna ! All glories to Sri Sri Guru and Sri Gauranga ! All glories to Srila Prabhupada ! All glories to all the sankirtan devotees at all the times !
One Power company chairman met His Holiness Gopal Krishna Goswami Maharaj last year at New Delhi India and ordered eight thousand Bhagavat Gitas straight away. Maharaj cultivated him, gave him an award last year, sent him Ekadasi Prasad several times and spoke to him. As a result, this year he ordered ten thousand six hundred sixty seven Bhagavat Gitas.
This is loyalty rewards program.
with regards, rakesh uberoi new delhi india.
Recently, Hrimati mataji represented ISKCON Mayapur and MAP to attend and presented a paper on Elephant Management Practices in Mayapur at the “National Symposium for Elephant Health care and Management Practices”.
A three day event held at the College of Veterinary Science, Assam Agricultural University, Khanapara, Guwahati. It was organized and sponsored by the Directorate of Project Elephant, Ministry of Environment and Forests, Government of India, New Delhi. At the end of the Symposium the Participants received a Compendium, Souvenir and Certificate. The delegates and the audience appreciated the holistic approach in elephant care in Mayapur.