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March 16, 2009

1971 March 16: "Print 200,000 BTGs without fail. Each center must collect at least 25 cents per copy as donation. Henceforward this policy should be followed amongst the temples."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1971

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 05:50 PM

1974 March 16: "Our movement is unique, not just India, but from all countries they are joining and becoming Vaisnavas by chanting Hare Krsna and refraining from the pillars of sinful life."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 05:44 PM

1974March 16: "I am now especially concerned to distribute prasadam all over India. If the people do not even have sufficient food even how they will be able to receive spiritual instructions."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 05:40 PM

Bhaktin Jeanette, USA : Cow pic of the day!


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Tagged: cow picture of the day, india, vaishnava

by Jeannette at March 16, 2009 05:35 PM

Bhaktin Jeanette, USA : I Can’t Believe I’m Still a Vegan: As millions of middle-aged Americans have discovered, it’s a lot easier to grow a belly than to not grow one.


David Noonan

NEWSWEEK

From the magazine issue dated Mar 23, 2009

More than halfway through my sixth decade, I have learned to live with the routine insults and occasional horrors of passing time—the daily aches and pains, the eroding senses (say again?), the too-frequent diagnosis of cancer and other life-threatening illnesses among my peers. I accept these blows, big and small, as the price to be paid for the joys I’ve known and whatever wisdom I’ve been able to acquire over the years. I accept them because, well, I really don’t have a choice. There is one thing, however I will not abide: getting fat.

It would be simple enough to let it all go. As millions of middle-aged Americans have discovered, it’s a hell of a lot easier to grow a belly than to not grow one. But I don’t want to be one of those guys in the XXL golf shirts who look like they are about to give birth to a basketball. And I don’t want to increase my risk of diabetes, heart disease and other health problems associated with obesity. Which is why, in early January, as my holiday food intake helped push my weight past the 210 mark for the first time (I’m six feet tall) I became a vegan. Much to my surprise, more than two months later I am still a vegan. I am also 12 pounds lighter and I have substantially more energy than I did when I was a flesh eater. (That’s the term I use now to describe people who eat meat; annoying non-vegans, I have found, is one of the best things about being a vegan.)

I began by following the 28-day program described by the vegan firefighter Rip Esselstyn in his new book “The Engine 2 Diet.” (I first heard about Esselstyn from a journalist friend who helped him write the book.) At age 46, Esselstyn, a former professional triathlete, has been eating a plant-based diet for more than 20 years. While he’s clearly a hard-core vegan—”Cheese is, simply put, a disease-promoting, nutritionally vacant, calorie-dense food”—Esselstyn is no tyrant. In the book, he even offers tips about the healthiest ways to stray from the E2 diet.

I have strayed a bit myself—I don’t believe it’s possible or even proper to eat a baked potato without at least a dab of butter—but I’d estimate my adherence to Esselstyn’s program at about 95 percent. (I was in France for two weeks last month and consumed not une molecule de fromage.) As it turned out, radically revamping my eating habits was not as hard as I expected it to be. No bacon, no eggs, no Parmesan, no steak, no problem. My success so far is due in part, I think, to my personal food history. I grew up in a big family (six kids) and while the food was always tasty, meals were practical affairs. We didn’t sit around savoring our chicken à la king or our chili con carne (my mother was a wizard with her electric frying pan). We ate, we cleaned the kitchen, and later on we ate again. To me, food is fuel. Yeah, I like meatloaf and fried chicken, but lentil soup and whole grain bread fill me up just as well. Truth is, I’d be fine with it if humans, like boa constrictors, only had to eat once a week or so.

In fact, the toughest thing about being a vegan so far, aside from eating PBJs, a top vegan lunch option, which I swore off 40 years ago after eating about 2 million of them as a kid, is having to think about food so much. In some ways, I’m no different than a glutton or (God help me) a gourmet. I’m following this incredibly healthy diet, but I’m paying way too much attention to what I eat. It’s sort of a pain in the ass. And kind of boring, too.

How easy it would be to go out for a couple of slices of pizza right now. Only I feel so much healthier today than I did just a few weeks ago. I haven’t had my cholesterol checked since the fall (it was 209), but I’m confident that it has dropped significantly because, as Esselstyn’s book amply documents, that’s what happens when you become a plant eater. So I’m sticking with the program. I’ll skip the pizza and have a big salad or one of those damn PBJs for lunch instead. And tonight I’ll have some roasted vegetables and maybe a beer (a plant-based beverage, thank you very much). And tomorrow I’ll be older, but I still won’t be fat.

URL: http://www.newsweek.com/id/189291
Tagged: engine 2 diet, health, vegan, weight loss

by Jeannette at March 16, 2009 05:30 PM

Bhaktin Jeanette, USA : He hogties abuse on HBO documentary “Death on a Factory Farm”


HBO

Undercover animal rights investigator “Pete” with pig he befriended while secretly filming abuse that can be seen Monday on HBO’s “Death on a Factory Farm.”

Working on a farm that raises animals for food is not the ideal job for a vegan.

But cracking down on animal cruelty and exposing the suffering is a rewarding career for one vegan undercover animal rights investigator, who goes by the name “Pete.”

“It’s cool to do something, document it, and blow the lid off it,” said the fearless animal activist, who has spent the last seven years secretly recording the atrocities in U.S. puppy mills and factory farms.

His work documenting the abuse on a central Ohio pig farm will appear in the HBO documentary “Death on a Factory Farm,” which airs Monday.

The powerful film follows the undercover investigation of Wiles Hog Farm by the animal rights group The Humane Farming Association and the resulting court case against some of the farm’s practices.

Warning: Barring the final scene, this film is not pretty. Wearing a hidden camera, Pete spent six weeks secretly videotaping the horrors of abuse: squealing piglets being hurled like bags of rice into overcrowded crates, a sickly piglet “euthanized” by slamming it against the wall, and a sick hog being hung by a chain from a fork-lift until it choked to death.

“Ignorance is bliss, but people need to see this up close and personal,” said Pete, whose previous undercover work was the basis for the 2006 HBO documentary, “Dealing Dogs,” which exposed the abuses that took place at the Martin Creek Kennel, in Arkansas, which was eventually shut down.

His work this year included grueling stints at a turkey factory farm and two California egg farms, which highlighted the plight of hens raised in battery cages.

Those investigations helped lead to last year’s passage of California’s Proposition2, which bans the cruel confinement of veal calves, breeding pigs, and egg-laying hens in tiny crates and cages on industrial factory farms.

“When people see cruelty with their own eyes, it leads to policy reforms and other positive changes for animals,” said Michael Markarian, president of the Humane Society Legislative Fund, which sponsored the bill.

Getting the goods, however, is dirty work. The low-paying job is risky, highly emotional and desperately lonely, says Pete, who is never seen without dark sunglasses, has twice legally changed his name and hasn’t had a date in years.

Maintaining his cover also requires sacrificing his morals and learning to shut down his emotions. The devout vegan will even eat meat on the job and will harm an animal for the sake of getting on tape what’s needed in court to end the abusive practices.

Still, he does what he has to help change laws and people’s perceptions.

“There’s always times I have to shake my head and think I can’t believe this is in front of me,” he said. “But we have to change ourselves first if we expect there to be change around us.”

The Toby Project will offer free spay/neuter surgery in the Bronx this weekend to pet owners who can show proof of public assistance. The upcoming dates are tomorrow at Capuchin Way; Friday at Edenwald Housing Development, and Sunday, March 22, at Capuchin Way. For more info go to www.thetobyproject.org.

Taken From: http://www.nydailynews.com/lifestyle/2009/03/13/2009-03-13_he_hogties_abuse_on_hbo_documentary_deat.html

Tagged: animal rights, documentary, factory farming, HBO, vegan

by Jeannette at March 16, 2009 05:23 PM

Jahnavi, UK : Celebrating Spring!


Spring is bursting forth more with every day right now. I’m always reminded of this painting (detail above), ‘Spring’ by Lawrence Alma-Tadema at this time of year. The branches of blossoms you can see the people holding are everywhere, and though it’s perhaps mostly only the Hare Krishnas parading through the streets, singing and dancing, the warmer air brings a feeling of celebration and relief that puts everyone in a festive mood, regardless of their religious persuasion. It can perhaps only be compared to the start of the desperately awaited rainy season in hotter countries, where the first rainfall sends everyone out dancing in the street.

The relief I feel when the seasons take a turn for the better is very similar to the relief I feel when I am able to absorb myself in spiritual activity, especially kirtan. These kind of analogies are very common in spiritual literature. The effects of chanting the name of God are often compared to cooling moonlight, breezes, rain and sandalwood paste, or dazzling sun and heating fire. In order to feel relief from the bluster and scorch of life, we can find shelter in becoming absorbed in cultivating and celebrating our relationship with God.

The colour and music of this spring procession were equally present last week as we sang and danced down Oxford Street in Central London, in honour of Gaura Purnima. What wasn’t so present was the sun - rain fell at the beginning, middle and end of the two hour procession. Just as well we were dancing for a different reason. Hems were muddy, hair was soaked, but everyone was happy. Krishna and his names are eternally youthful and fresh, just as the fresh, new buds and leaves of spring. I don’t know about you, but to me, eternal spring = a pretty good reason to celebrate!

by jahnavi at March 16, 2009 03:50 PM

Devadeva Mirel, Alachua, USA : Sunday Report

This Sunday was the most tiring Sunday yet. I think a lot of the exhaustion had to do with getting behind with my burn on whatever day that was (so cannot remember). Nevertheless, things moved forward in a timely fashion and this was, somehow, the most orderly and chill weekend cooking yet. But still, the most exhausting.

I still have my Monday clean-up to take care of, even though I have to get the kids from school shortly. I vowed to have all my clean-up done Sunday nite but I was so plum tuckered out come 9 o'clock that all I cleaned was my face and my feet and headed to bed.  

Lots of pictures this week, which saves me from the tiresome work of pecking at keys to fill out this post  :)


Croissants turned out awesome! I received my croissant cutter in the mail this week and was very enthusiastic to get it rolling (literally). Experimentation was required to get what I thought was an optimal sized croissant. The cutter rolls out a uniform cut, but the thickness of the dough really determines the size. Three sized croissants were made--minis were cute and the biggies were captivating...but the middles were probably where the future of my croissants is headed.


I made a light caramel sauce from butter, milk an turbinado to top the herbal coffee cheesecake. Mocha-licious!



Enough said.



Hot colors, like yellow and red, have been shown to induce hunger.



There are other vendors selling eatables on Sunday. Kripa-sindhu was  set up next to me with his tried and true items. Missing from his table this week were his famous samosas. But take a look at what he did have on hand:


Curd patties. Made from paneer (farm cheese) and soaked in a fragrant tomato sauce, these babies are big big sellers. I wanted to get a few but was too late.



Strawberries are in season in Florida and Krpa-sindhu is taking full advantage by making his much sought after strawberry shortcake. My son really loved it!




This week's eggplant rollatini.


West coast visitor and blogger, Guaranga Kishore Prabhu checking out the Sabjimata table.



I love this baby. She visits me every week with her favorite teether, an organic cucumber bought from Jatayu.



Here's something a little different. A UF journalism student interviewed me on the vegetarian diet.



Andreas, from Peru (now Gainesville), getting ready to place his order.



Gopi and her son nnjoying the herbal coffee cheesecake topped with homemade caramel sauce. She gave me the biggest compliment of the night, saying that "the taste reminded me of my country." Can't beat that!


Henry, visiting from DC, passed along to  me these two dollar bills, which he said he prints in his basement. I hope he was joking! I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid, so in my excitement I insisted on taking a picture.



Sunday is always fun, although this week I was feeling a little sad that I was missing the kirtan inside the temple. It wasn't as loud as last week's so it was harder to hear from my table. Jajajajajaja (that's me laughing in Spanish, a habit I've picked up living in Alachua). I feel the need to strike a balance between work and (spiritual) play. There's always room for improvement.

by noreply@blogger.com (Devadeva Mirel) at March 16, 2009 03:30 PM

ISKCON Klang, Malaysia : Memories of Srila Prabhupada by HH Radhanath Swami Maharaj

HH Radhanath Swami Maharaj remembers a time when Srila Prabhupada imparted to him the importance of counting his rounds. Tagged: Videos

by jeyanthy at March 16, 2009 02:58 PM

Radha Priya dd, Austin, TX, USA : Pictures from Gaura Purnima 2009

I finally got around to uploading the few pictures and one movie I took at our Gaura Purnima celebration here in Austin this year. Our celebration consisted of kirtans, bhajans (Sri Krsna Chaitanya Prabhu), a discourse on Lord Caitanya (given by HDG Sriman Sankarshan das Adhikari), moon rise arati,  and an opulent feast prepared by [...]

by radhapriya at March 16, 2009 01:47 PM

H.H. Mahavishnu Swami : Update on Website


Dear Devotees
 
Please accept my humble obeisances.  All glories to Srila Prabhupada!
 
A brief report about the progress of the website.
 
The domain name www.mahavishnuswami.com has been registered.
 
We are aiming to officially launch the site on Nrsimhadeva Chaturdasi, which
falls on Friday 8 May.  That means that it must be completed before then, since
Gurumaharaja would like to check it before release.
 
So far we have the following godfamily who have volunteered to assist:
 
                                    DR Congo - Bal-Nitai dasa
                                    Nepal       - Keshava dasa
                                    Mayapur/India  -   Ila devi dasi
                                    Holland    - Sankirtanaika-pitarau dasa
                                    UK          - Krsna Nama dasa
                                    South America/USA (Colombia) – Phalguna
dasa
 
The main sections of the website will include the following:
 
    HOME PAGE               
    ANCIENT VEDIC KNOWLEDGE  (Bhagavad Gita, self-realisation, philosophy)
    CONTEMPORARY ISSUES  (evolution, wars, crime etc..)
     SPIRITUAL MASTER(GURU)
                 - What is a spiritual master?
                 - The disciplic succession
                 - A.C. Bhaktivedanta  Swami Prabhupada
 
       HH MAHAVISHNU SWAMI
      -    Biography       
-    Photo Gallery
-    Audio
-    Video
-    News Archives
-    Contact
-    Links
PROJECTS:
-    Africa
            -     Nepal/India
      -    United Kingdom / Europe
 
 
So thus far I have enough information for the African and Indian projects, but
will need some info on what Gurumaharaja does in UK, Europe and Nepal – not too
lengthy, we will start with about a page for each of the three, with two or
three pictures for each area.
 
Then also I am looking for a good quality photograph of Gurumaharaja on
Harinama with a multicultural background – Indian, European and Africans all in
the background.  Does anyone have such a picture?  Please forward it if you
do!  Or if you have any good Harinama pic which does not meet all the
requirements, still send it then I can try and manipulate the people in the
background. 
 
Please send any ideas and suggestions – in future of course the site can expand
more, but I have to limit it for now since we wish to have it done in one
month’s time.
Although I also feel that websites with too many options and pages become
confusing and unattractive, so I think the above covers almost everything
that’s essential.
 
I have looked especially at www.kkswami.com - the official website of HH
Kadamba Kanana Swami, which I feel is the best of all the Guru websites, to get
an idea of what to do.  Though of course ours will be a bit different.
 
Your servant
Ila devi dasi
 
(Pls send all info to mvs.website@yahoo.com)

by mahavishnuswami at March 16, 2009 01:00 PM

ISKCON Toronto, Canada : Youth Service Day

We are calling all youth to come this Saturday March 21 from 1pm till 3pm help to clean up the temple. We will be cleaning and re-organizing one room on the balcony and the dry items area beside the kitchen.

If cleaning is not your thing, there is also cutting up vegetables for the Food Expo which the temple is a part of that weekend. The temple is expected to distribute hundreds of plates using the vegetables that we will be helping with!

There will be treats for all the volunteers that come. If you are interested please email the Pandava Sena youth group at info@psena.ca

by Bobby (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:58 PM

Akrura das, Gita Coaching : CONSCIENCE

We sometimes inquire from our conscience. Conscience says, "No, don't do this." But still we do it. Still we do... That is our avidya. Because we do not know, in ignorance, in spite of the Supreme Soul, Supersoul is forbidding, "Don't do this," still, we shall do it. That is called anumanta. We cannot do anything without the sanction of the Supersoul, but when we insist that "I must do it," then He says, "All right, you do it, but you'll suffer your sequence. My word is, Supersoul order is, that 'You give up all this nonsense. Simply surrender unto Me. I will give you all protection.' " But no, that he'll not do.

Srila Prabhupada Lecture, Bhagavad-gita 13.4, Bombay, September 27, 1973

by Akrura@pamho.net (akrura@pamho.net) at March 16, 2009 10:19 AM

Akrura das, Gita Coaching : TWO WORDS

Our life can be summarized in two words: challenge - response.

by Akrura@pamho.net (akrura@pamho.net) at March 16, 2009 10:18 AM

Akrura das, Gita Coaching : SUBORDINATE

We have the capacity to subordinate our impulses, moods, feelings and conditions, to values based on principles or natural laws.

by Akrura@pamho.net (akrura@pamho.net) at March 16, 2009 10:17 AM

Dandavats.com : Employment opportunity for Pujari

Gopalhari dasa: Boise Idaho, New Biharvan, is beautifully situated in the peaceful Treasure Valley. Our temple has a stable grihasta community and was established in 1986.

by Administrator at March 16, 2009 09:40 AM

Dandavats.com : The Prabhupada Connection is Back

Padmapani das: After being offline for a few months, The Prabhupada Connection is back by popular demand. We've received many letters urging us to continue and so we hope to serve you for a long time to come. Please drop by and enjoy Srila Prabhupada's online association.

by Administrator at March 16, 2009 09:37 AM

ISKCON Klang, Malaysia : Gaura Purnima at home

BY JEYANTHY PILLAI SUBANG JAYA, MALAYSIA - My children were so very excited to return after their maiden sojourn trip to Mayapur this year. Not that Mayapur was boring….far from it. They had an amazing time. It was like living in Srila Prabhupada’s books that we had painstakingly preached to the children all these years.  They [...]

by jeyanthy at March 16, 2009 09:20 AM

Matsyavatara das (ACBSP), Italy : How to Realize Dreams - Part II

By Paramatma Dasi

Wednesday, March 11th, at the Aula Magna of Centro Studi Bhaktivedanta Foundation, Shriman Matsyavatara Prabhu held the second session of his course titled “How to Project and Make your Dreams come true”.

By briefly going back to the topics discussed in the previous session, the speaker continued and further developed this theme that is complex and determinant for everyone’s life. It is essential to understand, as it is stated in the Upanishads, that what we become is in accordance with what we desire. People’s minds and hearts – Shriman Matsyavatara Prabhu explained – are filled with images that work against them and fulfil their negative prophecies. The psychic structure, in fact, does not distinguish if the person is dreaming, thinking, fearing with his eyes open or shut, rather it elaborates images that pass through the mind and “lay out a plan” according to them.

Automated, rigorous and repetitious thoughts clip the wings of creativity and planning and of the capability of dreaming and realizing ones dreams. Trust, faith and mainly fervent devotion, on the contrary, produce serenity, courage and Love for God’s Creation and His Creatures.

Our fears may be justified (with an objective cause), or unjustified. In the latter case they are often due to indecision, doubts and habits that are trigged in the individual behaviour. Such fears induce the subject to create alibis to hang on to, favouring the development of psychophysical illnesses and most of all, obstructing the realization of dreams.

As already explained in the first session, even constructive day dreaming needs planning. However, it is not enough. Priority is another fundamental ingredient. Too many dreams, maybe even in contradiction with each other, cannot be planned at the same time. If we did so, we would only feel deprived of our energies and we would not obtain what we desire. A dream which has good chances to become reality should be well defined, have an evolutionary orientation and a plan for realization, which can be integrated on the way. The engine power, in any case, consists of intensive desire. If desire is weak and lukewarm, even the less relevant obstacles will prevail.

In this occasion, as in the previous one, the time spent entertaining questions and answers was very intense, and became an opportunity to develop relevant topics. Among the discussed and developed subjects were: taking advantage of failures to start a new journey with more clearness and vitality, unconscious fears, dreams, karma and divine willpower, wishing for dreams realization and pessimism, states of consciousness and reality levels, and at last, the variable influence of the planets on human beings.

The evening finished with a happy ending, a delicious dessert, and with the proposal to meet at the next appointment on Wednesday, March 18th at the same place, at 8,30 PM, for the third and last session of this course.


by noreply@blogger.com (Anantadeva dasa) at March 16, 2009 08:46 AM

Club 108, New Vrndavan : Darwin Is Dead!-Planned Obsolescence

If you would like to contribute to our year-long "celebration" of Darwin's 200th birthday, please send your articles, editorials, or any other creative and informative pieces to nvclub108@gmail.com

HG Narasingha Gurudas (a.k.a Martin Lyons) was gracious enough to share with us a few excerpts from his upcoming book, in which he plans to establish the Krsna Conscious positions of evolution and creation in opposition to some of the fallacious dogmas of modern religion and science.

Here is the second excerpt he shares with us, about a little "planned obsolescence"

Thirteenth Argument: Planned Obsolescence

One of the innumerable natural phenomena that we take for granted and thoughtlessly assume to be just another product of evolution is the aging process. This process really begins at the very beginning of every creature’s life. Immediately there is development, or maturing, whether from insect egg to larva to pupa to winged adult; or from seed to seedling to mature plant, producing first flowers and then fruit; or with humans, where we mature from baby to toddler to youth to adulthood, middle-age and old-age.

At each and every stage, there are specific abilities and processes and functions and related cellular structures. It’s not a random or chaotic break-down, but there is a continual coordinated theme at each and every stage. We are each made up of so many individual cells, which are replaced so many times during our lives. And this detail quite distinguishes us as living organisms, as distinct from a machine such as a car, for example.

The molecular structure of a car is not in a constant state of flux, at least, not in the sense that ours is. Of course, there are some ongoing chemical changes, such as heat-stress, oxidation, rust, salt damage and so on. But the original atoms and molecules that form all its structures are not being replaced as the car ages. Just like its tires – as time goes on, they wear down, their outer layers are simply rubbed away by the roads, but fresh layers of rubber do not grow back.

This of course is quite opposite to our situation as living organisms. For example, the outermost layers of skin are constantly wearing off (much of the dust in our own homes is in fact the debris of our own cast-off skin cells), but new cells are being constantly created underneath. This would be incredible enough, that our bodies are replete with self-replicating living cellular ‘machines’ … but the replacement cells are not in fact replicas of the ones that they are replacing. They introduce new features, which provide for definite changes in function, purpose and appearance.

The cells that make up the bones of a baby allow for greater flexibility than the bones of a youth, although they are not as strong, nor do they need to be. Meanwhile, the bones of an old person are brittle and easily damaged. This cannot be compared to the rusting of a car’s metal body, for example, which is indeed much weaker in its ‘aged’ condition. And why not? Because rather than the individual cells having ‘rusted’ as it were, they have been altogether replaced by cells with a different molecular structure. Similarly with the ways our skin wrinkles and our hair silvers as we age. It is not that individual cells are shrinking and drying up or losing color; but that they are being replaced by cells which are following different design instructions, as passed down via the genes. And at the same time, there are accompanying changes occurring within all the different cells and organs of the body, so that there is a coordinated development whereby the body as a whole is still functioning as a single unit, but at a different level of efficiency. In other words, there is still a definite and distinct structure affording a definite and distinct level of functioning and purpose; and this changes so many times during our lives.

As already mentioned, aging does not merely include the declining stages of life, where the hair turns grey and falls out, and the skin, bones, muscles and organs in general weaken. But it includes all the stages, including the earlier growing and strengthening and reproductive stages, from pre-pubescence to pubescence to menopausal. The complexity and variety of biological precision, of structure and purpose, is utterly incomprehensible. And it cannot begin to be accounted for by some impersonal random and purposeless evolutionary process. For example, how and why should there be a process by which the genes and relevant cellular structures change the color of our hair from blonde or dark or whatever to white? How and why are all our cellular processes altered, with the replacement cells themselves being differently structured, so as to effect what we call the aging process?

We can all understand the natural need for aging – if we didn’t age and die, then we’d swiftly overpopulate. Of course, if we didn’t reproduce, then eternal life via continual self-replication of our cells wouldn’t be so much of a problem … although identical self-replication by the cells would also mean that we would never develop past our original form, there would never be any growth or development or change. It is truly amazing how this all fits together: growth, reproduction, aging, death – how it all makes such perfect sense. But when we’re talking about sense and purpose and reasons why things need to happen, we’re then referring to a world given by planning and design, as opposed to life randomly developing via some impersonal ‘evolutionary’ processes. It is very curious how so many scientists, possessed of rational intelligence, looking for reason(s) behind existence, believe that the answer is this random process that itself lacks any reason or purpose of its own.

We must be very clear: there is no intelligence or plan implied by the concept of evolution. There is no purpose or guide behind it. Even if we overlook that it cannot explain any ‘urge for survival,’ still, that urge itself does not explain the existence of inconceivably complex and precise mechanisms for effecting survival. So it’s all very well to recognize reasons for why such a mechanism as aging is necessary and natural … but evolution neither endorses nor offers any such reasons. We cannot begin to explain the aging processes by evolution, how and why they should exist, how the entire genetic informational system within an individual is constantly changing the overall cellular structure of each individual, and in such a coordinated and precise, non-chaotic manner.

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As an adjunct to this line of thought, consider how you might sometimes see woods and forests stretching away into the distance, perhaps when going on a long drive. Do you ever wonder how it is that those distant tree-lines are so even, how the trees are all growing to around the same height? What is maintaining that status quo?

Surely if everything was going on under the dictates of evolution, random mutation and natural selection, with everything vying for some new advantage, we would not expect to see so much conformity; rather, we would see so many individual trees going beyond the limitations of their species and growing taller and broader so as to catch the lion’s share of the sunlight and also to shoulder aside the competition for soil and space. In other words, there should be unrestrained growth and fecundity, filled with mutation upon mutation to facilitate greater survivability. But there isn’t. Rather, everything is held in check, it’s balanced: there’s a pattern – actually, there are so many patterns, one within another within another, all interconnected within a single great cosmic order. It’s not just a wild, uncontrolled and urgent race for survival, randomly bursting out every which way. It’s all regulated.

We understand that the genes are the agents for such regulation. The processes of aging also occur under their direction. The limits within which individual trees are growing are set by the genes. All species are conforming to specific directions as established by their respective genes. So that the million dollar question is then, again, what is regulating the genes, and giving them the directions they pass on?


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by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 08:00 AM

H.H. Mukunda Goswami : Srila Prabhupada's Writing is Poetic

The word "flutter" according to Random House Webster's is to wave, flap, or toss about: as banners fluttering in the breeze; to move in quick, irregular motions; vibrate; to beat rapidly, as the heart; to be tremulous or agitated; to go with irregular motions or aimless course as to flutter back and forth.

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by Mukunda Goswami at March 16, 2009 07:00 AM

Subuddhi Krishna dasa, Chicago, USA : Pearls of Wisdom - 135

Of the two energies manifest [spirit and dull matter], beings possessing living force [vegetables, grass, trees and plants] are superior to dull matter [stone, earth, etc.]. Superior to nonmoving plants and vegetables are worms and snakes, which can move. Superior to worms and snakes are animals that have developed intelligence. Superior to animals are human beings, and superior to human beings are ghosts because they have no material bodies. Superior to ghosts are the Gandharvas, and superior to them are the Siddhas. Superior to the Siddhas are the Kinnaras, and superior to them are the asuras. Superior to the asuras are the devatas, and of the devatas, Indra, the King of heaven, is supreme. Superior to Indra are the direct sons of Lord Brahmâ, sons like King Daksha, and supreme among Brahmâ's sons is Rudra. Since Rudra is the son of Lord Brahmâ, Brahmâ is considered superior, but Brahmâ is also subordinate to Me, the Supreme Personality of Godhead. Because I am inclined to the brâhmanas, the brâhmanas are best of all.

Srimad Bhagavatam - Canto 5 Chapter 5 Verses 21-22

by Subuddhi Krishna das, Chicago (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 06:49 AM

Gouranga TV : Cows at Bhaktivedanta Manor

Visiting the cows in the new Goshalla at Bhaktivedanta Manor letchmore heath, donated by George Harrison of the Beatles in the 1970’s

by uploader at March 16, 2009 06:00 AM

Bhaktin Jeanette, USA : Gaura Purnima at home


Here are some pictures from my Gaura Purnim aarti at home.

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Tagged: aarti, Gaura Purnima, pictures

by Jeannette at March 16, 2009 05:10 AM

ISKCON Toronto, Canada : Holi Celebrations Give a Feast for the Eyes!

We will be uploading pictures and a report from Sunday's Holi celebrations today (Monday) so stay tuned!

by Keshav (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 03:18 AM

Radha Priya dd, Austin, TX, USA : The Cure-All Solution

Tonight’s Sunday feast lecture was especially phenomenal.  My Guru Maharaj, His Divine Grace Sriman Sankarshan das Adhikari seemed to be especially fired up perhaps in light of their departure for yet another world preaching tour tomorrow morning. The verse Maharaj spoke on was Bhagavad-Gita 9:14 namely: satatam kirtayanto mam yatantas ca drdha-vratah namasyantas ca mam bhaktya nitya-yukta upasate Always chanting [...]

by radhapriya at March 16, 2009 03:12 AM

Japa Group : The Mercy of the Holy Name

Jaya Nitai-Gaura.
What comes to sadhana and chanting- the last few weeks haven't been particularly good, but some small realizations have been there.
When we go on chanting the holy name we should gradually develop more understanding about ourselves. What is the gross body....what is the mind....what is intelligence....what is false ego and what is our real self, the spirit soul.
Sometimes in some a semi-sleep condition, we can especially clearly see these different levels. During our sleep, the mind is not controlled and our mind may start to meditate on different kali-yuga activites like taking intoxicants or having sex life.
It is sometimes said that dreams are one kind of parameter to our Krsna consciousness - if we are strongly connected to the spiritual energy, we are Krsna conscious even in our dreams...if not, we will see our anarthas and attachments in our dreams.
Just recently I woke in a middle of the night to kind of semi-sleep and was in some non-devotional meditations, but slowly I started to realize that it is just my mind and not myself - I was an observer....then slowly I started chant and soon woke up.
It made me think that I am so lucky that I have the maha-mantra by which to control and purify my mind - most of the living entities are completely obsessed by the three modes of nature and forced to follow the impulses of their minds.

Hare Krsna,

ys

Muniraja dasa

by muniraja dasa (muniraja108@gmail.com) at March 16, 2009 03:07 AM

Malati dd, USA : Bake and Decorate take 2!


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Baking and decorating cakes are two of  my fave things in the world. For the past three years that I’d been baking and learning to decorate, I managed to accumulate couple of photos of the cakes that I made. Some are funny, some are ok, and some are even odd looking, LOL! I really enjoy baking and decorating cakes because it’s not just fun, but it’s also a stress reliever for me. To all the devotees who’s planning to embark in the world of baking and decorating cakes, you won’t regret it. It’s not just good as a source for extra income, but it can also be a good way to serve Krishna and the Vaisnavas. Hare Krishna :D .

For Bake and Decorate part 1, please click here.

by mala108 at March 16, 2009 02:40 AM

H.G. Sankarshan das Adhikari, USA : Monday 16 March 2009--Tour Begins Today

Today is D-day. The world tour begins at 10:30am. We are launching another assault against the deeply entrenched material civilization. After many weeks of careful preparation we are finally heading out. In regards to traveling and preaching all over the world, Srila Prabhupada explains: "The life of a sincere devotee of the Lord is thus explained...

by course@ultimateselfrealization.com at March 16, 2009 02:30 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1970 March 15: "When I remember you all and George Harrison, I become very happy. Whenever this nice boy comes to our Temple, please receive him very nicely. Give him Prasadam and talk with him about Krishna."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1970

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1973 March 15: "If Members of Parliament join that will be a new chapter for us. India is the spiritual leader of the world but fools and rascals are trying to sabotage."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1973

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1974 March 15: "It is all right if you live independently but speak the philosophy exactly right as it comes in disciplic succession. You must speak Krsna Consciousness knowledge with no interpretation of your own."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1974 March 15: "History is also eternal. There is a saying, 'History repeats itself.' Why make a distinction between history and eternity? Things are happening eternally; this is history."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1975 March 15: "Your proposal is very nice. I want to take a party of sankirtana movement all over India if some of the leaders like you co-operate. Please come and see me at my Bombay center."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1975

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1966 March 15:
"Navami. In the evening five ladies and gentlemen visited. There was some talks. Mrs. Leblanc is now losing interest since she has learnt it that Bhagwat Geeta does not support monism. No income today."
Prabhupada Journal :: 1966

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1969 March 15: "No letter from you is useless for me - they are all important. And you can write as long a letter as you can. I shall read them carefully with attention in spite of my various duties always."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1969 March 15: "Your only business is how to become pure devotee of Lord Krishna. Then everything is all right. Please remember this truth always, and do your duty for strongly pushing on this Krishna Consciousness movement."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1969 March 15: "Govinda dasi misled me - there is no abundant supply of nice mangos. The fruit will not be ripened until late May or June so I shall soon be returning to the mainland for my other engagements."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

March 16, 2009 01:20 AM

Madhava Ghosh dasa, New Vrndavan, USA : Soul Delicious


The last three nights I spent in a motel in Richmond, Virginia. The view out our window was a sign for a restaurant called”Soul Delicious.”  Unavoidably I was mediating on that quite a bit. Besides the pun “So Delicious”, when the curtain is half closed, it reads “Soul-licious”. I was thinking how Krishna is Soul-licious.

FYI, the restaurant itself had two steam tables, one with veggies and one with meat dishes. There was mac and cheese, fresh string beans, lima beans, sweet corn off the cob, mashed potatoes, dressing, and candied yams. All really simple and really good. I asked the cook and there was turkey in the collard greens so we avoided that. There was a great cornbread with every plate. It was charged at $5.99 @ pound (454 grams) which I thought was an interesting way to simplify the menu billing.

We’ll be back home in time for lunch at the temple tommorrow, I hope. My comment the next time I am at the temple will be “Krishna prasadam is Soul-licious.”

Posted in News, Ramblings or Whatever

by Madhava Gosh at March 16, 2009 01:13 AM

1970 March 15: "When I remember you all and George Harrison, I become very happy. Whenever this nice boy comes to our Temple, please receive him very nicely. Give him Prasadam and talk with him about Krishna."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1970

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:11 AM

1966 March 15:
"Navami. In the evening five ladies and gentlemen visited. There was some talks. Mrs. Leblanc is now losing interest since she has learnt it that Bhagwat Geeta does not support monism. No income today."
Prabhupada Journal :: 1966

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:10 AM

1969 March 15: "No letter from you is useless for me - they are all important. And you can write as long a letter as you can. I shall read them carefully with attention in spite of my various duties always."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:10 AM

1969 March 15: "Your only business is how to become pure devotee of Lord Krishna. Then everything is all right. Please remember this truth always, and do your duty for strongly pushing on this Krishna Consciousness movement."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:10 AM

1969 March 15: "Govinda dasi misled me - there is no abundant supply of nice mangos. The fruit will not be ripened until late May or June so I shall soon be returning to the mainland for my other engagements."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:09 AM

1973 March 15: "If Members of Parliament join that will be a new chapter for us. India is the spiritual leader of the world but fools and rascals are trying to sabotage."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1973

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:09 AM

1974 March 15: "It is all right if you live independently but speak the philosophy exactly right as it comes in disciplic succession. You must speak Krsna Consciousness knowledge with no interpretation of your own."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:09 AM

1974 March 15: "History is also eternal. There is a saying, 'History repeats itself.' Why make a distinction between history and eternity? Things are happening eternally; this is history."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:08 AM

1975 March 15: "Your proposal is very nice. I want to take a party of sankirtana movement all over India if some of the leaders like you co-operate. Please come and see me at my Bombay center."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1975

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 16, 2009 01:08 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Touch of the Brajabasi: Epilogue

Touch of the Brajabasi: Epilogue




serendipity, n. An unsought, unintended, or unexpected occurrence, made by chance and good fortune

The Yamuna River is an enigma to me. She is considered so holy, yet she is so polluted. It was a paradox I never came to peace with while I lived in Vrindavan – I never took achman (a reverent sip), definitely never took bath… and I never even offered my obeisance.  

Until my last day in Vrindavan.

If I had had it my way, I would have fulfilled my important mission down by the Yamuna River in the bright afternoon, protected by the safety of the sun. 

But I didn’t have it my way. One by one, twists of fate fell like dominos, until at last I found myself walking down Seva Kunja Gully in the twilight, heading for the River, determined to complete my mission. But I was nervous. Very nervous. A woman alone in the dark in India is a dangerous idea.   

I began to realize that I would be a fool to go to the river without a man to escort me. I would have to cancel my mission.  

And then, serendipity played her card.

Through the mazelike, dusky streets, I saw a man in a yellow shirt. As he drew closer, I squinted and called out, “Bhakti?” 

Bhakti Rasa, a gurukuli and a good friend who lives in Vrindavan, called back, “Oh hey, haribol Bhakti, what’s up?”

I gasped, “You’re a man.”

He grinned. “I noticed that.” 

“I can’t believe this. Bhakti, please tell me you’re not on some urgent mission,”

“I’m not,”

“Would you accompany me to the Yamuna River? I leave tomorrow at 4am and must do something there tonight.”

He thought for a moment and then said, “Sure, I can come with you,”

I sighed. “Sometimes it’s so tough to be a woman in India. Thanks, Bhakti,” 

In the deep blue evening, we made our way to Keshi Ghat. We maneuvered the maze of ancient stairwells and balconies and at last descended the wide stone steps which led right down to the river. The Yamuna was whisper-still. 

So. My mission. 

I brought out three sets of japa malas (meditation beads) from my sack and set them upon the stone steps. It is Vaishnava tradition to immerse prayer beads in holy water, and I had been searching for the perfect beads for my mother, my father, and for a friend. For a month and a half I had searched, but to no avail. 

But only hours before, on my last day in Vrindavan, on my last jaunt to Loi Bazaar, and down a street I didn't usually pass through, I found the perfect beads. The shopkeeper had had only three sets left. Three. I took it as a sign, as serendipity.  I took it as a sign to come to peace with the Yamuna River and with Vrindavan. 

And so, with a reverence I had never felt before, I slipped off my shoes and knelt before the softly flowing river to immerse each set of smooth sandalwood beads. I prayed for my mother. I prayed for my father. I prayed for my friend. And then, lastly, I immersed my own set of beads. The cool water flowed over and through my hands.   
 
I wound my beads back in their bag and then settled back on to the stone steps. I sang the maha mantra and allowed visions of Vrindavan sweep over me. Gratitude for Srila Prabhupada fell over me in waves - I could never have appreciated Vrindavan without his vision. Radhanath Swami was my guide, and the Brajabasis were my teachers. 

And with gratitude comes respect. I will never forget the sensation of cold stone on my toes, forearms and fingers as I knelt upon the steps of Keshi Ghat. The cold seeped through my sari to my knees and the cold, gritty stone pressed upon my forehead as I offered my first respects to Yamuna Devi.

I do not profess that I loved Vrindavan, only that I had learned some respect for the holy dham and those who lived there. And that is all that I had wanted. Respect is the foundation for love, after all. 

I rose from my obeisance. Now, only a faint blue glow glimmered on the horizon. The sky was painted with stars. The river murmured. My quiet and fateful companion, Bhakti Rasa, watched all.   

“You know, Bhakti Rasa… I have just prayed for something I have not prayed for in my entire time in Vrindavan.”

“What is that?”

“I prayed to return.”

by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 01:07 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Portraits of the Brajabasi: at work


Portraits of the Brajabasi: at work

"Keep your health in good condition and work very hard for Krishna. That is our motto of life."
- Srila Prabhupada, March 6th, 1979










by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:55 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Portraits of the Brajabasi: at rest

  Portraits of the Brajabasi: at rest

Krishna is joyful. I am part and parcel of Krishna; therefore I must be also joyful. That is natural. If my father is black, then I am also black. So our father, the supreme father Krishna, is joyful. He is not engaged in some industrial work or heavy machine making. He is simply playing on His flute, and Radharani is there. That is joyful nature. 
- Srila Prabhupada, March 21, 1969





















by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:55 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Portraits of the Brajabasi: at prayer



 Portraits of the Brajabasi: at prayer

"Bombay is my office, Mayapur is my place of worship, and Vrindavan is my home."
- Srila Prabhupada, 1977











by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:55 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Touch of the Brajabasi: Introduction

Touch of the Brajabasi: Introduction





To begin my Touch of the Brajabasi series, I would like to invite you to Vrindavan, and what it means to go to the most holiest of towns in a humble mood. We can truly see Vrindavan through the mercy of the Vaishnavas, or, the devotees of the Lord. 

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 There’s a gated corner of the Chowpatty temple grounds called Vrindavan Forest. It used to be a trash dump, but by the vision of Radhanath Maharaj, five years later it is now transformed into a lush, cultivated garden, landscaped with little temples and lakes. It is a haven in the city of Mumbai.

 One morning, Sita Lila, Kumari, and I sat nervously outside of Vrindavan Forest, waiting for Radhanath Maharaj to finish speaking with someone. I had promised Kumari that I would introduce her to Maharaj, but I was getting the jitters. We were so ambushing him. Why am I always ambushing Maharaj? I berated myself.

 Then he emerged, in his glowing orange robes. The three of us stood, and a smile warmed his entire face.

 “Please, come in,” he ushered us in to Vrindavan Forest.

 We all looked at each other, speechless, then followed Maharaj’s suit into the Forest. In the pavilion, we settled down into plush bamboo sofas. “Here’s for the full effect,” he said, and he turned on the waterfall as well as the recording of Vrindavan birds singing in the morning. He smiled and settled down across from us.  

 The three of us conversed with Maharaj for a long time, inquiring and discussing about India and guru and service. Then, Kumari admired a little lake off to our side, a sculpture of Krishna dancing on the hoods of Kaliya emerging from the water.

 “Ah yes, this is Kaliya Ghat,” Maharaj explained. “And next to it, that is Vrinda Kunda… And you see all of these temples? They are replicas of the actual temples in Vrindavan, and the devotees here in Chowpatty made them. And…” his enthusiasm seemed to overflow. He grinned. “Do you have time? Come, I’ll give you a tour,” he said.

 The three of us traded delighted glances, and then we all stood to follow Maharaj to the front gate, the beginning of the Forest path.

 “This is a tamal tree,” he began, placing his hand on the trunk of a blackish tree. And so for the next fifteen minutes, Radhanath Maharaj pointed out every sacred tree and its significance, or that little piece of stone that was an original fragment of a temple in Vrindavan, or who the personalities were in their little temples. He seemed to glow with the pride of a father introducing his children – he had planted nearly every tree and plant in this garden. 

 I had been living in Chowpatty for nearly a month and a half, my room a ten-second walk from Vrindavan Forest. I had taken dozens of walks around the garden. But I had never seen the tamal tree. I had never noticed the piece of ancient stone. I had never known that Maharaj had planted these trees himself.

 At the end of the Tour, a revelation had crept into me and I was in awe. As we circled back around to the pavilion to retrieve our things, I said to Maharaj, “It's amazing, Maharaj, that this used to be a trash dump. This makes me realize that no matter where we are in the world, we can always find Vrindavan there." I paused. "Thank you. You have opened my eyes. I realize that without guru, without teacher, I simply cannot see what is there. Thank you, Maharaj.”

 He turned to look at me. “You’re welcome.”

***

Please tune in for the next several posts for the Touch of the Brajabasi series. 

by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:51 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Prologue


Touch of the Brajabasi: Prologue
Read the Introduction 


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In the golden morning, I sat in a wooden chair amidst the rooftop maze of the brahmacari asram in Chowpatty, facing Radhanath Swami’s room. I basked in the quiet. I reveled in the feeling of waiting to see my spiritual master.

Maharaj emerged in his saffron robes from around a maze corner and smiled to see me. “Ah yes, please come in,” he said.

“Maharaj, I just came to give you this letter. That’s all.” I said.

He gestured to the floor, “Please, sit, Bhakti,” he said, and he settled to the bamboo mats.

“O-okay,” I said, and sat across from him. The walls were covered in beautiful terra cotta swathes of cow dung. Pictures of the seven deities of Vrindavan hung on the wall.

“Maharaj, I am leaving for Vrindavan tomorrow. It will be my first time in the holy dham,”

“Really?” he said.

“Yes. Please, I ask for your blessings to appreciate the holy dham. What are your thoughts?”

He contemplated for long moments. He then spoke with soft deliberation, “Seek out those who are living pure lives. You can socialize anywhere in the world, but Vrindavan is special, it is the holy dham. Seek out the association of the Vaishnavas who inspire you and will guide you.”

“I shall,” I said softly.

As I lived in Vrindavan for the next month and a half, his words echoed within me. For the first full month, I struggled daily to appreciate the holy dham – the streets, the temples, and most of all the people. I just didn’t connect with anything. My mind mostly raged with grievances of the pollution and the poverty, and doubts if this land was holy at all. I saw temples as businesses, every street as a ghetto, every beggar an exploiter of charity. 

I had come during the holiest – and thus the busiest – month of the year, Kartik. When it ended, and Vrindavan slowed to its usual pace of a busy village, I began to see things I had never seen before.

I saw how hard my heart truly was.

Brajabasi means a ‘resident of Vrindavan (Braja)’. Somehow, the Brajabasis who lived pure lives reached out to touch me, they inspired me, and they guided me. They touched my heart in some deep way, softened it, changed it somehow. I’m still trying to understand.

The following three stories are my brushes of fate with the residents of Braja.  

by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:49 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : One: The Mukutwalla

Touch of the Brajabasi: The Mukutwalla

One: The Mukutwalla


The streets seemed almost eerie in their muted commotion. 

I had emerged from my apartment mid-afternoon, bracing myself for the insanity of Vrindavan streets.

But something was different today.

I furrowed my brow, slightly smiling. I walked on to the mukutwalla’s - the deity clothing and jewelry expert - to confirm my order and choose jewelry for my parent’s deities, Sri Radha Raman. I braced myself for this too – the shop was usually busy, the owner of Nanda Kishor usually too preoccupied with other customers to pay me much heed.

But today was different. 

I opened the glass door to the shop. The owner sat placidly in his usual spot by the door, the soft afternoon light slanting in and illuminating him and his shop as he read from a clipboard. I was the only customer.

In India, there are no superfluous greetings or niceties. The owner simply glanced up, then gestured me to sit. With few words, he had arrayed before me boxes and bags of jewelry. 

In the quiet, as I selected jewelry, he began to ask me where I was from, about my family. I felt surprised and charmed by his newfound curiosity. In turn, I asked him, “How long have you been doing this business?”

“All of my life. And my father before, and father before.”

I whistled. I continued sifting through colors and styles of necklaces. 

“You see, up there? My ishta-deva, [my personal connection with the deity form of Krishna,] is Sri Radha Raman,” he gestured to a jeweled frame placed high up on a shelf; the picture of the Krishna deity was black and white. Common history told that the deity had resided in Vrindavan for over 450 years. “It’s a very old picture,” he added.

I became curious. “How long have you lived in Vrindavan?”

“Whole life. Three generations… my great-grandfather moved here many, many years ago.”

I whistled a second time. “Wow. Vrindavan must have been so… so… hidden then. Mystical.”

“Oh yes.”

“I confess, I find Vrindavan very hectic. It’s hard for me to taste the sweetness here.”

The mukutwalla was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Ah, there is a hidden mysticism to Vrindavan. It is not on the surface. The hidden mysticism of Vrindavan…” he trailed off.

I glanced up from the jewelry array and my hands stilled.  It was just a moment, and unceremonious, but it will remain with me all of my life as the moment I began to see the real Vrindavan. 

I will never forget the expression on the mukutwalla’s face. His eyes were gazing out the window, as if focused on something far off. He seemed to be envisioning Vrindavan in the time of his great-grandfather, a land of ancient forests, hidden mysticism, and the beautiful Radha Raman deity. 

Humility washed over me in a great wave. I knew nothing. Nothing. I was simply a young girl from the West who had come to Vrindavan for barely a month. I had taken this land – and everyone in it – at face value. 

I glanced up to the antique picture of the mukutwalla’s ishta-deva. “You know, I just realized… my parent’s deities names are also Radha Raman,” I said softly.

The mukutwalla turned to me and smiled.

by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:47 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Three: The Musician

Touch of the Brajabasi: The Musician


In Vrindavan, I had a policy: don’t give to beggars. I envisioned that if I gave to one, I would be swarmed with beggars from the entire street demanding their share. 

So I just didn’t give. I had lived in Vrindavan for over a month and I had not given a single rupee to a single beggar. I had planned to keep it that way. 

One amber afternoon, I climbed off the rickshaw and turned down the side alley of the Krishna Balaram Temple, on a mission to visit Srila Prabhupad's rooms for the first time. All was empty, all was quiet… except for a beggar.  

I had seen the beggar many times before; he sits in front of the security gate to the Krishna Balaram temple. He wears faded orange renunciate clothes, sings from a book opened on the cloth where he sits, plays a simple stringed gourd instrument with his right hand and with his left he keeps rhythm by tapping the gourd with fingers circled with bells. 

Before, the streets had always been a chaos, so I hadn’t stopped to listen. But now, in this empty, warmth-infused alley, I slowed as I approached him. I stood off to the side and observed the beggar – but no, I realized with a jolt, that wasn’t the word. He was a musician. He sang with such clarity, such rhythm... such depth

I felt a little nervous to be observing a beggar so much – surely he would turn to me and ask for money. But he never did. He just kept singing, gently rocking back and forth, absorbed in his prayers.

And then, I had an urge that I had not felt my entire time in the holy dham, my entire time in India: I wanted to give this man something. I reached into my purse – I had enough for lunch and the rickshaw ride home. 

I considered for a moment, and then I took the fifty-rupee note – my lunch money – and walked forward to place it in the musician’s tin. For a beggar, fifty rupees is a lot, but he simply nodded to me and continued on with his music. 

I continued on my way through the security gate, pondering music and beggars. 

But then my mind turned to Srila Prabhupad as, for the first time, I quietly stepped into his sacred rooms. I then settled down before the murti (statue) of Srila Prabhupad writing at his desk. The creamy light shone through the window and fell upon the murti and I could almost imagine that Srila Prabhupad was actually sitting there, writing his books. 

I closed my eyes, enveloped in peace to be here in Vrindavan, in the rooms of my savior, at the foot of the bed where he had left this world. 

And then, in that stillness, music wafted in through the window. 

The musician. 

I listened to the faint melody and tap of the gourd. With a blossom of realization, I realized that the musician from the street sang for Srila Prabhupad all day, every day. People would come and go – like me – but the musician would remain there, singing for Srila Prabhupad here, in his room. I imagined Krishna Himself to be so pleased with this musician who sang all day for the pleasure of His dear devotee, Srila Prabhupad. He sang without pride and without expectation of admiration… or even livelihood

My spiritual master often says that the Brajabasis are no ordinary people. Each and every one – from the beggars to the monkeys – are special and must be respected above all. 

I folded my palms together, closed my eyes, bowed my head and softly sang the classic verse of respect to the Vaishnavas, 

vancha-kalpatarubhyash cha 
kripa-sindubhya eva cha
patitanam pavanabhyo
vaishnavebhyo namo namaha,

I offer my respects unto all devotees of the Lord. They are like desire trees which fulfill the desires of everyone, and are full of compassion for the fallen conditioned souls.” 

Maybe if you, my dear reader, one day go to Vrindavan, you’ll make your way to Srila Prabhupad’s rooms on a soft afternoon. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear prayers drift through the window to where both you and Srila Prabhupada are listening. 

by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:45 AM

Bhakti Lata, Alachua, USA : Two: The Mendicant


Touch of the Brajabasi: The Mendicant

Two: The Mendicant






"Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen." ~ Benjamin Disraeli

One day, three women set off to perform pilgrimage of Varsana – the holy land of Sri Radha. These women would journey through villages, mountaintop temples, and forests, and along the way, they would encounter an array of people – from temple guardians to beggars. Each woman would walk away transformed at the end of the day in unexpected ways.

One of those women was me. This is one way that I changed.

As we traveled, I saw my two companions, Bhanu Nandini and Rangadevi, give money to pujaris (caretakers) and to temples. I gave none. I saw my two companions engage in friendly rapport with the natives. I remained silent. I saw them glance compassionately upon beggars. I did not. I stuck to my attitude that I had to be the tough one for all of us. As we were obviously Westerners, to show kindness would be a weakness, instantly exploited. I refused to be naïve. 

And then… she came.

It was mid-afternoon, and our traveling party was traversing a forest path strewn with ancient temples. We rounded a bend, and opposite the path of a quaint temple, an old woman sat on an upraised platform on the hillside. She wore a faded white sari wrapped like a toga and sat behind a little stand that held a large, ancient book. Her eyes were luminous behind her thick glasses. She softly sang from her book.

Ever the photographer, I whipped out my camera. As we approached, the old woman looked up. “No photo!” She scolded and hid her face with her sari. She then hefted her monkey stick and brandished it at me. “No photo!” I gasped and fumbled to stow my camera back in my bag. Let’s get out of here! 

Bhanu and Rangadevi had other plans. They walked right up to the old woman and offered her some money to put in her battered beggar’s can. She accepted it warily. I held back in silence, still standing on the path while the two climbed up to the hillside where she sat. Okay, guys… time to go now. She's still holding the monkey stick…

Bhanu then began to attempt conversation in her broken, spirited Hindi. 

I remembered the way the woman had sung from her book... and suddenly I decided to open up, just a little. Soften, just a little. If Bhanu could, if Rangadevi could, certainly I could.  

“Can we – listen – you sing?” I asked, miming. If anything could unite adversaries, it was the songs of God. The old woman looked at me with mistrust written all over her face. She bobbed her head curtly, and the three of us sat across from her. 

“What is that?” Rangadevi asked, gesturing to the ancient book on its stand. 

The woman seemed to soften. “Ramayan,” she replied. 

The story of Lord Rama? I wonder why she reads Ramayan when she resides in Varsana, the land of Sri Radha.

“Mandir – “ she pointed to the little temple across the path. “Ramchandra,” 

I was still a little mystified, but who says devotion to God must be restrained by time or place? “You – sing?” I ventured. I pointed to the book.

She hesitated, and then looked down to the ancient pages and found her place with her finger.

She began to recite the Ramayan. Her ancient voice transported me to ancient places and ancient people. I absorbed every sensation – how the golden sun infused her sitting place with light, the soft green of the trees, the dappled white and blue wall behind her that brought out her tattered white sari and dark leathery skin. 

She continued to sing and sing, as if she couldn’t help herself, as if the three of us weren’t there listening. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythm of Sanskrit. Her devotion to Lord Rama seemed to flow all around me and soften my heart. 

Suddenly she stopped her recitation. I opened my eyes. She looked at me and said, “You – photo,” 

My jaw dropped. “What, photo? Me?” 

She nodded. I glanced to my companions and they only nodded vigorously, too. In shock, I fumbled with my bag and brought out my camera. The woman sat a little straighter and continued to recite. In her serenity, I took her picture. 

A long time passed as we sat there and listened to the old woman sing the Ramayan. She did this all day, every day, and she would probably do so until she left this world. We had stumbled across her for only a window of time, catching a glimpse of her life, a drop of her devotion.

When Rangadevi softly interrupted that we needed to continue on our way, she nodded. I walked over and showed her the pictures of her that I had taken. She smiled, then, a wide, beautiful smile. I smiled back. Bhanu asked for blessings. The woman placed her hand on each of our heads, and she lingered on mine. I knelt to the ground and offered her my respects. I lingered, deeply humbled.

When our traveling party had moved on, I glanced back. And there she sat in the golden afternoon sun, singing to Lord Rama.   

"Bhakti," Bhanu murmured. "You were melting back there,"

"I know." I shook my head.

"I know."






Note: In the holy dham, there is a tradition that one may build a little stone house. This signifies that although the devotee cannot physically reside in the holy dham, s/he can build a house that his/her heart can reside in. I built the one below in Varsana, after encountering the Brajabasi in this story. I pray for my heart to reside in Varsana. 


by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 16, 2009 12:45 AM

Madhava Ghosh dasa, New Vrndavan, USA : Kirtan At Bahulaban


I ran into Shashi Patel this weekend at Bahulaban while waiting for a kirtan to start. Old timers will remember him as being involved with New Vrindaban design work back in the 80s. He has been the architect for over 50  temples since then  including  ones in Florida, Bangalore and Arizona.

It was interesting because he saw a lot and experienced a lot back in the day here so there were so many stories that came to mind.

It seems he is going to be involved with the renovation of Bahulaban. Bahulaban is the place Srila Prabhupada actually was at when he visited New Vrindaban. The Palace was under construction at the time, but the current temple and activity centers were all post Prabhupada era construction.

Bahulaban was abandoned at some point and is in a state of great disrepair.  As about 250 of Prabhupada’s disciples went through initiation ceremonies there, it can  be seen as a holy place. A holy place that NV has been around long enough that it needs to be restored. That is common in India, abandoned holy sites, but not so common here.

Adi Guru is putting together a team and overcoming so many obstacles to push this project forward.  He was saying that since everything starts with the Holy Name, having a kirtan at Bahulaban on Gaura Paurnima was the way to kick off the active stage of the Bahulaban renovations.

The first step will be to fix up the altar and temple room and temple room addition.  They were built onto the original farmhouse and are salvageable.  The farmhouse itself will be torn down and rebuilt on the same original  sandstone foundation.

It was enlivening to me that Sashi Patel had just been at an architects’ convention and that the stress had been on green construction, so he is all on board with making Bahulaban an example of it.

At Shashi’s request, a surveyor will be coming out next week to map out the Bahulaban area,  locating the existing buildings on a map and plotting in elevation lines at 5′ intervals for planning purposes.

He designed Raghu and Jamuna’s house in New Vrindaban, an earth sheltered home, well known to New Vrindaban devotees as a wonderful place to have kirtan also.

Posted in News, Ramblings or Whatever

by Madhava Gosh at March 16, 2009 12:37 AM

March 15, 2009

Sita-pati dasa, AU : Every Town and Village 2009 Report: Carina

Every Town and Village is our ongoing attempt to fulfil the instruction of Caitanya Mahaprabhu to chant the Holy Name in every town and village. Our definition of a "town or village" is a suburb with a distinct postcode. Since 2007 we have chanted in more than 50 of Brisbane's 150 postcodes. You can read more reports here

This weekend a small but dedicated party visited the sleepy suburb of Carina to chant the Holy Names. Materially a "failure", but spiritually a success. The name was chanted, and within the closed system of the physical universe the metaphysical understanding of a world outside and the personal origin of consciousness moved matter.

The people were cold and the sun was hot. Nobody came out of their house to see us, and those who were outside frostily returned our waves, ignored us, or ran inside and closed the doors.

However, one day in the future, someone will be retelling how they became a devotee, and they will say: "...one day the most random thing happened. Some devotees came past my house in the afternoon doing harinam. It was weird."

The Lord moves in mysterious ways, or as Srila Rupa Goswami puts it: the way of love is crooked, like a snake. While we are on harinam I often think of this as I see the harinam party weaving its way through the material energy.

Today's camera man (for the first half at least) was Prahlad, who also took this self-portrait:


I read the other day on H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami's blog:

Lila-avatara asked me why devotees aren’t going on harinama in the streets and why they aren’t distributing books like they used to. I had no good answer.

Really the only question that we can ask and answer is this: "Why am I not going out on harinam?"

And if you are going out on harinam, why not share with some photos, a report, or a youtube video?

by sitapati at March 15, 2009 11:30 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1949 March 14: "Some way or other your mill area has been named as the Jagannatha Puri and I suggest that an actual temple of Sri Jagannathaji may be erected for the benefit of these mill workers."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1947-64

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1966 March 14: "I have lost today the good fountain pen given to me by Gopal. I am very sorry for this but I should not lament because it was given by somebody and it is taken by somebody else."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1966

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1967 March 14: "They are never for public show. They are very confidential and meant for advanced devotees who know Krishna fairly well. The neophytes will be misguided by such pictures. I hope you will understand me right."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1967

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1969 March 14: "There is no material advancement here, I am seeing practically. The Western type of civilization, industrialism and capitalism, is not material advancement. It is material exploitation."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1970 March 14: "I am very happy your son is growing strong and blissful. That is good news. We need as many Krishna Conscious souls as possible, trained from the very beginning of their lives, to carry on our mission and purify society."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1970

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1975 March 14: "It appears these scientists have become intelligent. Try to meet with them and make arrangement for them to meet with me when I come for Rathayatra. That will be nice."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1975

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1974 March 14: "As he is their elder, they should show the proper respect. It is sometimes difficult for elderly people to live in our ISKCON society, so you have to make it as congenial as possible for them."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

Bharatavarsa.net : Prabhupada letters

1972 March 14: "Proceed Vrindaban immediately. Await instructions. Bhaktivedanta Swami."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1972

March 15, 2009 09:20 PM

1975 March 14: "It appears these scientists have become intelligent. Try to meet with them and make arrangement for them to meet with me when I come for Rathayatra. That will be nice."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1975

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:10 PM

1974 March 14: "As he is their elder, they should show the proper respect. It is sometimes difficult for elderly people to live in our ISKCON society, so you have to make it as congenial as possible for them."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1974

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:09 PM

1972 March 14: "Proceed Vrindaban immediately. Await instructions. Bhaktivedanta Swami."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1972

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:09 PM

1949 March 14: "Some way or other your mill area has been named as the Jagannatha Puri and I suggest that an actual temple of Sri Jagannathaji may be erected for the benefit of these mill workers."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1947-64

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:08 PM

1966 March 14: "I have lost today the good fountain pen given to me by Gopal. I am very sorry for this but I should not lament because it was given by somebody and it is taken by somebody else."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1966

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:08 PM

1967 March 14: "They are never for public show. They are very confidential and meant for advanced devotees who know Krishna fairly well. The neophytes will be misguided by such pictures. I hope you will understand me right."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1967

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:08 PM

1970 March 14: "I am very happy your son is growing strong and blissful. That is good news. We need as many Krishna Conscious souls as possible, trained from the very beginning of their lives, to carry on our mission and purify society."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1970

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:07 PM

1969 March 14: "There is no material advancement here, I am seeing practically. The Western type of civilization, industrialism and capitalism, is not material advancement. It is material exploitation."
Prabhupada Letters :: 1969

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at March 15, 2009 07:07 PM

Dandavats.com : A question about S. Prabhupada and Gandhi

Jashodev chatterjee: How do we know for sure that Srila Prabhupada did indeed send such a letter to Mahatma Gamdhi? Did Prabhupada keep a copy with himself? Did Gandhi's secretary or someone like that hand over the said letter to ISKCON?

by Administrator at March 15, 2009 05:30 PM

Dandavats.com : Ananta Printing’s New Website

Nabadwip das: We’ve gone green! Ananta now uses soy/vegetable inks and zero VOC Solvants on all of our printing jobs. Customers also have the option of choosing recycled paper.

by Administrator at March 15, 2009 05:28 PM

Japa Group : The Power of The Sound Vibration


Hare Krsna dear devotees. I hope you have had a nice week of chanting and that your Gaura Purnima has been full of nectar from Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu.
I have been having a wonderful week... first because I had devotee's association and nice realisations that Nama prabhu is my constant protector as well. My week was very busy, I had lots of work at school....an international test to do....write posts for my Indian cooking blog and on my mind I was with the sweet holy names of the Lord coming and going - praying so He could protect me in all these situations which my only objective is to offer Him a better service now and in the future.
Chanting japa nowadays for me has been very early in the morning and whenever I have available time but I still need to improve the quality. I was wondering how could I create a good mood for chanting and have the right conscious before japa so I remembered what I heard in the japa room once....just sing the mantra out loud and pray to the Lord or maybe listen to a nice bhajan while you prepare your body to chant and your mind will also be prepared by the sound.
The sound is the most powerful tool nowadays... so when we try to engage our minds on chanting the holy names or listening to bhajans it will be properly occupied, otherwise the mind will try to find some other sound rather than the sound vibration of the Holy names....we have to be always aware of it.
In my gurudev's site there are nice bhajans... they enhance my desire to chant and to listen about Krsna because they are sung in a loving mood. This is the site so you can also be inspired www.girirajswami.com
Here follows a nice quote from Srila Prabhupada about the power of the sound vibration:
"There are two conceptions: the physical conception and the vibration conception. So physical conception is temporary. The vibration conception is eternal. Just like we are... relishing the vibration of Krishna’s teachings. So by vibration He is present. As soon as we chant Hare Krishna or chant Bhagavad-gita or Srimad Bhagavatam, He is present immediately by His vibration. He’s absolute."
Lecture on SB 7.19.12 - August 18, 1968 - Montreal

This is the importance of constantly hearing about the philosophy and the holy names so we will be relishing the nectar of the Lord's association and experience the effects of attentive chanting.
May Krsna bless you with knowledge, peace and attraction to His holy names.

Hare Krsna.

your servant,

Aruna dd

by Aruna (noreply@blogger.com) at March 15, 2009 03:46 PM

Dandavats.com : Sri Gaur Purnima @ ISKCON Baroda

By Basu Ghosh Das

On March 10 & 11, 2009, both considered the full moon days in the month of falgun, the “Holiotsava” (festival of “holi”) and Sri Gaur Purnima, the 523 annual appearance day of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu were observed by huge crowds who gathered at ISKCON Baroda

by Administrator at March 15, 2009 02:58 PM

Carana Renu dd, Brazil : Prabhupada in the Paper

Recently our Srila Prabhupada murti made an appearance in the local newspaper, along with his Bhagavad-gita, Srimad Bhagavatam, my husband, and even our Gaura Nitai deities in the background:

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The article was short but sweet and the reporter got almost everything right, including key terms like Krishna, Hare Krishna, ISKCON, Vrindavana, and Mayapura. It was part of a larger section about India.

Brazilians are crazy about India these days, partly because one of the big Brazilian TV channels has a very popular new soap opera that is set in India. Due to this we are seeing an increased interest in Krishna consciousness here. People come to Krishna for a variety of reasons and we are happy to receive them all.

by carana renu dasi at March 15, 2009 02:56 PM

Dandavats.com : No More Car Accidents!

By Patita Pavana das Adhikary

The two major car accidents this week have cast a cloud of sadness upon the entire ISKCON movement. I remember ISKCON's first such car accident, two devotees, Vaidyanath and Maranda, were killed in Arizona in 1970 when a truck pushed their VW off a mountain slope in Arizona.

by Administrator at March 15, 2009 02:46 PM

Dandavats.com : Catching car rides to and from the dhams

By Radhacaran das

Today marks 7 years to the day since my spiritual master, HH Tamal Krishna Goswami and Vrindavanisvari Mataji passed away in fatal car crash on the way to the Calcutta airport. My godbrother Aghabit prabhu was also badly injured in that crash.

by Administrator at March 15, 2009 02:42 PM

Hari Sauri das, Mayapura, IN : Q&A: ecstasy rolls

March 14 2009

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The true bliss of kirtana

Here’s a question I just got from my godsister Urmila dasi:

I just got a letter from a devotee as follows and wondered if you had any experience of this happening in Prabhupada’s presence and, if so, how he reacted.

Your servant, Urmila devi dasi

Here is the letter
Question - was leading bh’jan Gaura P. night someone went weird - he started making bharat natyam ish poses, made pranams, fell on floor, started to to shake. got back up carried on in similar way. i arranged for him to be taken out side. they tried to communicate but he was in own world.
Next day spoke to him- he said he sat down for while then went to friends house embarrased.
Its happened few times here with him - says especially when he focuses deeply on H. Name
I asked if if he had ever seen any senior devotee do that - or S.P. - no of course.
He says he feel it start but can usually control. i said if u feel start - MUST leave temp room.
and told him to ask a senior dev about it.
I hated it mother it messed up the mood of the kirtan I felt I had to stop the Kirtan, we were on web cam. lots of the Mataji’s felt very awkward. it was I felt really uneasy and annoyed. when confronted him bout it I wanted to smash him - “what d’you think your doin your just taking ecstacy and being an idiot but did’nt feel confident I was100% correct so we just had a friendly caring but serious talk.
I definately want to stamp this out if it is maya so how should I proceed from here?

My answer:

Hm. Definitely something to be wary of.

I do remember an incident when I was temple commander in Vrndavana, around Janmastami time 1975. There was one American devotee who was part of the temple–let’s call him ‘Krishna Das’. One night a large group of villagers came. Remember that at that time the Krishna Balaram mandir had only just been opened some months before so most people didn’t know us, nor did we get large crowds.

During the Janmastami period we started getting large groups of people from various villages coming and checking us out. So evening aratis were usually very ecstatic, almost all the devotees were western and we would really rack it up during Gaura arati. It was a big attraction for the local villagers.

So this particular night, one young village man in his early 20s, started dancing with us. He got more and more exhuberant, starting spinning around on the spot and finally fell to the floor in a dead faint (apparently). We had never seen anything like it before and didn’t really know how to deal with it. So we just shrugged and kept on with the kirtan, figuring eventually he would just get up when he realized noone was taking any notice of him, and go on his way.

Good old Krishna Das however had different ideas. He steps forward to the prostrate body of the boy, peers right over his face, steps back — and kicks him right in the head! — several times! Then he grabs the boy by the arm and starts dragging him out the temple through the door just next to the altars, on the guest house side.

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by Hari-sauri dasa at March 15, 2009 01:46 PM

Namahatta.org : Road Accidents following Gaura Purnima

Following this year's Gaura Purnima celebrations, two serious road accidents took place, involving seven ISKCON devotees—five left their bodies, and two have been critically injured. All of them have been working with ISKCON's Congregational Development Ministry, as community preachers (Mathuradesh) and editorial staff (Mayapur).

Both accidents took place the day after Gaura Purnima, 12 March 2009.

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by phani at March 15, 2009 01:41 PM

Kripamoya dasa, UK : Jehovah’s Witness woman converts to Krishna while giving birth


One of the energetic members of Ilford Hare Krishna youth group spreading the word

Please excuse the headline. But I thought it would get your attention, and it’s also a true story.

On Friday night I went to the monthly gathering of the Hare Krishna youth over in the east end of London. The group is particularly lively and in addition to regular get-togethers for kirtan and class, also puts on some hilarious topical theatre. The prasadam at the end of the evening - around 10pm - is also delicious. In fact, I am torn as to which is the best local ISKCON group prasadam: Ilford or Guildford.

Although the names of both towns sound the same, they are miles apart in terms of the local culture. Guildford is perhaps the most English town in England, and Ilford - or Upton Park, where the group holds its meetings - is predominantly Asian and Muslim.

That being the case, I gave a class that repeated some of the elements of my talk at the London temple on the morning of Gaura Purnima. Last Tuesday, for the festival, I explained how Lord Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu had appeared not only within the world of Kali-Yuga but in a part of India dominated by Muslim sharia law. Under that law Srila Haridas Thakur was whipped without mercy for being a Muslim convert to Hinduism, and the local Hindus of Nadia were regarded as dhimmis or subjugated citzens whose religious preferences were grudgingly tolerated.

My point - amongst many other points - was that the sankirtan movement began amongst such oppression and flourished according to the transcendental arrangement of the Lord. When we act for the Lord, even though there seems to be a completely unfavourable or even oppressive local climate, we can take part in that same transcendental arangement.

The religion for Kali Yuga is factually the congregational chanting of the names of God. The God to be worshipped is Lord Krishna who came in the form as His own devotee: Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. While other avataras also come with the dual mission to uplift the pious and vanquish the evildoers, they do so with divine weapons. Lord Chaitanya has no such weapons; but he has his holy associates who, like Him, raise their weapon-less hands in divine song and dance. While all incarnations of God are eternally blissful and omnipotent, Lord Chaitanya actually feels Himself to be a humble devotee, and experiences the devotee’s anxiety at seeing so many souls forgetful of their eternal relationship with Krishna. To relieve the anxiety He feels we tell others about Krishna, according to His own request. Serving God in this way - by telling others and helping them along the path - is thus the perfect divine service for Kali Yuga.

Srila Prabhupada didn’t use the word ‘conversion’ to describe the act of taking to Krishna consciousness. As Vaishnavas we are not ‘converts’ he said, since all we have done is to accept the identity we have had for millions of lives. In accepting that spiritual identity we are simply reverting to what we once were: eternal servants of Krishna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead. So ‘reverts’ not ‘converts.’

But people can change so much in their daily habits that it can seem that everything about them has converted. Which brings me nicely to the story that is the subject of my blog header. We’d just an energetic kirtan when she came up to me and told me her story.

I’ll keep her name private, but she is happy for others to know what happened. She was a Jehovah’s Witness for seven years, attending her local Kingdom Hall weekly and going out door-to-door to convince others armed with the Watchtower. Then, when she was in hospital delivering her first baby, and after praying to Jehovah for a safe delivery, she heard the name of Krishna within her mind.

With the pain of labour, the intensity of impending delivery, and the gas and air mixture she at first thought she was hearing someone’s conversation or the radio. But then she realised that something else was happening and began repeating Krishna’s name. When her son was born she changed his planned name to Arjuna and began seriously inquiring about Krishna consciousness. Now she reads the Gita daily and chants rounds of the Hare Krishna mantra on her wooden japa beads. And although the Jehovah’s Witnesses have been to her house many times to request her to return she says that now she cannot.

Just one more tale from Lord Krishna’s congregation here in England.

You can check out the new website of the Guildford devotees here

by deshika at March 15, 2009 11:43 AM

Bharatavarsa.net : Book distribution seminar: a surprise

As usual, I was having a hard time on the main street in Hamilton, New Zealand. Being repeatedly rejected is something I can get used to, and I practice this skill on days like these. After about six hours in the same spot I was ready to call it a day, even though there was an affluent young couple approaching on an otherwise empty street. Despite all of the convincing arguments presented in my mind I decided to try stopping them with my usual line, "Are you guys local, or outta town?" Immediately after saying this I remembered that I had tried to stop them earlier in the day. In fact, they were the first persons to give me the cold shoulder and now, hours later, it just so happened that my two feet were in the exact same position and I was using the exact same line. They angrily responded, "We've already told you, no! Do you stand here all day doing this?!" Somehow I was able to counter their offensive with a snappy comeback, a witty remark, and a rushed presentation of the Bhagavad Gita. As it turns out, they were very interested in the subject matter and paid for the book with much enthusiasm. We went our separate ways as new-found friends, but they followed me back to my book box a few minutes later to give another 20 dollars out of appreciation for our hard work, and for patiently tolerating their harsh behaviour. In Lord Caitanya's sankirtan movement it's sometimes hard to tell who is the most fortunate!

your servant, - Yasodeva das

March 15, 2009 11:20 AM

Bhakta Eric, USA : Bhagavad-gita: the highest intelligence (10.10)

four-gitasEach week I select a verse from the Bhagavad-gita and compare/contrast four different translations. These translators all subscribe to the Gaudia-Vaisnava philosophy. This examination isn’t to prove one more superior to another, but to highlight the similarities and learn from the differences in ideologies.

The four Gitas are:
-Bhagavad-gita: As It Is by Srila Prabhupada (1972 edition)
-Bhagavad-gita: It’s Feeling and Philosophy by Tripurari Swami
-Srimad Bhagavad-gita by Narayana Maharaja
-Bhagavad-gita: The Beloved Lord’s Secret Love Song by Garuda dasa (Graham Schweig)

Though I’m hardly qualified to do so, I dissect each translation, sometimes interjecting my own unsolicited commentary. More on this can be found here.

For the month of March and for this Gaura Purnima time of year, I’ve decided to tackle the chatur shloki. The chatur shloki are the four verses that pretty well sum up the contents of the Bhagavad-gita. If you’re only going to read four verses from Bhagavad-gita, these are the four to read.

In the last two verses, Krishna reveals that He is the source of everything and those who are wise love Him because of that. The wise also enjoy enlightening each other with talk of Krishna.

This week’s verse explains what is given in return for that love.

Bhagavad-gita, Chapter 10, Verse 10


tesam satata-yuktanam
bhajatam priti-purvakam
dadami buddhi-yogam tam
yena mam upayanti te


To those who are constantly devoted and worship Me with love, I give the understanding by which they can come to Me.
-Srila Prabhupada

To those who are constantly devoted, who worship me with love, I give the power of discrimination by which they come to me.
-Tripurari Swami

Upon those who perform bhajana to Me with love, yearning for My eternal association, I bestow the transcendental knowledge by which they can come to Me.
-Narayana Maharaja

For them, who are constantly
    absorbed in yoga,
    who offer loving service
    with natural affection
I offer that yoga
    of discernment
    by which they
    come close to me.
-Garuda dasa (Graham M. Schweig)

Here again we have four good examples of how to say the same thing four different ways. From these four ways, we can learn not just one thing, but four different angles on that one thing.

The first line of this verse, tesam satata-yuktanam, Krishna refers to “the wise” from the two previous verses. With this referring, He adds another description: satata-yuktanam. Here is where four different translations can add four different levels of understanding.

Srila Prabhupada translates it as “always engaged” in his word-for-word section, but as “constantly devoted” in his verse translation. There is a definite difference between the two. In his word-for-word, he is usually very literal as to what the Sanskrit actually says. In his verses, however, he sometimes takes liberties, explaining rather than directly translating.

Possibly following the lead of Srila Prabhupada, Tripurari Swami uses “constantly devoted” in both cases. He supports this definition by quoting Madhusdana Saraswati, the Advaitist philosopher from late 1500’s Bengal, in his purport.

Narayana Maharaja hints at yoga (meaning “linking” or “connecting”) in his translation, using “who desire My eternal connection.” In his verse, he flips a couple of lines around, but says “Those who … [yearn] for My eternal association.”

Taking the yoga idea a step farther, Garuda dasa translates “who are constantly absorbed in yoga.” He is, I assume, referring to the definition of yoga meaning “to link with the divine” and not the physical exercise of yoga. His choice to use this Sanskrit word when that word doesn’t appear in the original Sanskrit is, to me, troublesome and potentially misleading.

Our second line, bhajatam priti-purvakam, is generally glossed as “those who worship with love.” Srila Prabhupada uses “devotional service in loving ecstasy” in his word-for-word.

Both Tripurari Swami and Narayana Maharama translate it to “those who worship me with love.”

Garuda dasa somewhat splits the difference with: “[For them,] who offer loving service with natural affection.” In the Sanskrit “natural affection” may be implied, however, our other translators do not acknowledge that it is.

After describing “the wise” in the first two lines, He now descries the exchange, dadami buddhi-yogam tam. In his purport, Srila Prabhupada describes buddhi-yogam in great detail. He refers to the Gita’s second chapter where Krishna explained buddhi-yoga, here described as “the process by which one gets out of the material world.” Also, he states that it is “action in Krishna consciousness” and “the highest intelligence.” There seems to be many ways to take buddhi-yoga.

In his word-for-word, he uses only “real intelligence.” For his verse, he translates the line as “I give the understanding…”

Narayana Maharaja’s take on it is similar. He glosses buddhi-yogam as “transcendental knowledge,” also using it in his verse.

Both Tripurari Swami and Garuda dasa seem to translate buddhi-yogam to mean “the power of discrimination” (or “yoga of discernment” in GD’s). Here, it’s easy to see why Garuda dasa used “yoga,” but it’s interesting that both use discrimination/discernment. In his purport, Tripurari Swami also translates it as “yoga of wisdom,” a nice call back to “the wise” from the previous two verses. Like Srila Prabhupada, Tripurari Swami remembers chapter two. “From his [Krishna's] use of the therm buddhi-yogam in this verse, it is apparent that Krishna’s use of the same term earlier in the second chapter, while overtly referring to niskama-karma-yoga, implies bhakti-yoga. The full sense of buddhi-yoga is bhakti.”

He describes this “discrimination” as a cognitive aspect of bhakti proper. Bhakti, according to Tripurari Swami’s glossary, is a “discipline of love and devotion to God.” This love and devotion gives us the power of discrimination, discernment. Tripurari Swami describes the uses for this power in his purport.

What that “real knowledge,” that “power of discrimination” gives us is told in the last line, yena mam upayanti te. All translators agree that it means “by which they can come to Me.” Narayana Maharaja glosses upayanti as “approach,” which gives a slightly expanded meaning when compared to Srila Prabhupada and Tripurari Swami’s choice of “they come.” Garuda dasa expands it also, using “come close.” It seems that upayanti implies not only the destination (Krishna), but the journey (devotion) as well.

Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura explains in his commentary (as translated by Narayana Maharaja) that buddhi-yoga cannot be achieved by individual effort. “It is bestowed by Me alone and only such loving bhaktas (devotes, lovers of God) are qualified to receive it.”

This verse is stated by Krishnadasa Kaviraja in his Caitanya-caritamrta (a biography of the life of Caitanya Mahaprabhu). Srila Prabhupada’s purport to this verse (Adi-lila 1.49) sums everything up very well.

The Lord declares that by enlightenment in theistic knowledge He awards attachment for Him to those who constantly engage in His transcendental loving service. This awakening of divine consciousness enthralls a devotee, who thus relishes his eternal transcendental mellow. Such an awakening is awarded only to those convinced by devotional service about the transcendental nature of the Personality of Godhead. They know that the Supreme Truth, the all-spiritual and all-powerful person, is one without a second and has fully transcendental senses. He is the fountainhead of all emanations. Such pure devotees, always merged in knowledge of Krishna and absorbed in Krishna consciousness, exchange thoughts and realizations as great scientists exchange their views and discuss the results of their research in scientific academies. Such exchanges of thoughts in regard to Krishna give pleasure to the Lord, who therefore favors such devotees with all enlightenment.

by eric at March 15, 2009 11:19 AM

Book Distribution News : a surprise

As usual, I was having a hard time on the main street in Hamilton, New Zealand. Being repeatedly rejected is something I can get used to, and I practice this skill on days like these. After about six hours in the same spot I was ready to call it a day, even though there was an affluent young couple approaching on an otherwise empty street. Despite all of the convincing arguments presented in my mind I decided to try stopping them with my usual line, "Are you guys local, or outta town?" Immediately after saying this I remembered that I had tried to stop them earlier in the day. In fact, they were the first persons to give me the cold shoulder and now, hours later, it just so happened that my two feet were in the exact same position and I was using the exact same line. They angrily responded, "We've already told you, no! Do you stand here all day doing this?!" Somehow I was able to counter their offensive with a snappy comeback, a witty remark, and a rushed presentation of the Bhagavad Gita. As it turns out, they were very interested in the subject matter and paid for the book with much enthusiasm. We went our separate ways as new-found friends, but they followed me back to my book box a few minutes later to give another 20 dollars out of appreciation for our hard work, and for patiently tolerating their harsh behaviour. In Lord Caitanya's sankirtan movement it's sometimes hard to tell who is the most fortunate!

your servant, - Yasodeva das

March 15, 2009 11:15 AM

Matsyavatara das (ACBSP), Italy : Food as a Complementary Practice for Spiritual Life

By Matsyavatara Dasa

In accordance with Indovedic literature, what we eat does not only determine who we are, but can also determine what we want to become. By choosing our diet carefully, we can thoroughly change our approach to life, our feelings and our relationship with others.

Food provides nutrition at all levels and nourishes both, the body and the mind. The wellbeing of the individual and its entire psycho physical constitution depends on the quality of this food. Furthermore and mainly, food should be prepared and cooked as a mean to sharpen our consciousness and its superior qualities, in order to favour a higher ethic-moral and spiritual elevation.


Therefore choosing a diet is as important as cooking. Our suggestion is to offer whole food products served in a sufficient quantity and use appropriate cooking methods to keep these products healthy and well-balanced.

A proper diet should be vegetarian and in accordance to the rules followed when food is offered to God (neither meat, nor fish, nor eggs) and should also be harmonized with the fundamental principles of a healthy nutrition. Most of the times, because of distraction and for the little importance we give to alimentation, we tend to indulge in feeding ourselves for our sense gratification, with the result of a mere superficial pleasure. Bad habits like eating fried food, too much sugar, the same kind of grains and cereals, a lot of spicy and fat condiments, make us ill, unsatisfied and certainly not brighter. This is unproductive on a spiritual level too, because such type of a diet does not favour our efforts in the practices to elevate our level of consciousness.

by noreply@blogger.com (Anantadeva dasa) at March 15, 2009 08:51 AM

Matsyavatara das (ACBSP), Italy : How to Realize Dreams - Part I

By Paramatma Dasi

Wednesday, February 25th at the Aula Magna of Bhaktivedanta Study Centre, took place the first lesson of the course “How to project and make your dreams come true”, held by Shriman Matsyavatara Prabhu, CSB Founder and President.

The man of today, centred on pragmatism and exteriosity, seems not to have any time left to dream. Dreaming, poetry, creativity are activities which take time away from concrete things, the ones which really matter. Nevertheless behind the concreteness of the world we run after, there is no comprehension of the subtle and more important dynamics that hide unseen. We should give the right consideration to our inner dynamics because desires, ideas, thoughts and dreams are the basis of physichal events that will show in our life later on.

Although while talking about dreams, we usually think of an unreal or even evanescent world, we should reconsider the reality of dreaming from a different point of view, which is the way to convert dreams into reality. Transfering dreams from a sensitive dimension to an empirical dimension is a kind of alchemy - Matsyavatara Prabhu explained - this alchemy may be possible if we learn to dream by making projects. Dreaming and projectuality: are they in contrast with each other? Of course not, even more, they need to be tightly joined if we want our dreams to descend from a platonic world of ideas and become part of our reality.

Dreaming is persecuted by a killer that can wear differen masks: fear. Although fear is but a ghost of the mind, it may ruin the life of many people, in a concrete way, by making them withdraw, abstain from the activation of personal projects, foresee dreadful consequences, for istance, critic, desertion, solitude, desease or others.

The person inhibited by fear becomes mediocre, insecure or unproductive, and cannot realize dreams.

In order to prevent the sabotation of our dreams because of fear, we have to intensify our desire, to light it up, to make it intense, vibrating and match it to our perception of feeling. In this way it is possible to activate energies able to make all that we desire come true.

Dreaming with your eyes wide open is possible and it works efficiently, with the help of an active vizualization, visualizing the way we would like to live, who to live with and how.

A vibrant meditation focused on our ideal model will enable us, with time, to bring us where we would like to be.

This practical and involving lesson, carried on naturally with a stimulating exchange of questions and answers, in the meanwhilel other themes were developed like illusionary dreams and dreams our mind will be able to realize, sharing a dream for two and join the same life style, how to overcome fear and transform reality by adopting the right process.

The whole event with the projection of images, the explanations, the exchange of thoughts between the speaker and the public, and the dessert in the end, offered to all the participants a very pleasant and interesting evening, rich of teachings. By joining the ancient tradition of the Veda and modern psychology, they create solid and working basis to start feeding our strongest dreams and our deeper instances.

Further details and explanations will be given in the second lesson, on Wednesday March 4th, at the main office of CSB at 8,30 PM

by noreply@blogger.com (Anantadeva dasa) at March 15, 2009 08:40 AM

Bhakta Chris, New Vrndavan, USA : Belovedness




“Beloved”
The Very Rev. Samuel T. Lloyd III
Dean of Washington National Cathedral
Washington National Cathedral
Epiphany I
January 8, 2006
Raymond Carver, one of the finest writers of our time, died before he should have. He had lived a hard life including alcoholism, until near the end he found the love of his life and pulled things together. And then lung cancer hit. Just before he died he wrote a fragment of a poem, that goes like this:
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
That’s not such an unusual wish, I would guess. Isn’t that something we would all like to say when our life comes to an end—that we have been beloved, that our lives have been defined by receiving and giving love?
“Beloved” is the word that Jesus heard in our gospel lesson today as he began his ministry. Stepping down into the Jordan River, Mark says the heavens opened, and a voice came from heaven saying, “You are my son, my beloved; with you I am well pleased.”
It’s also the implicit message in our first lesson today, the opening words of the great poem that begins the Bible. “Let there be light!” God declares. And immediately God sees the light and declares that it is good. And after each of the days of creation God confirms the same thing, until the last when he affirms, “It is very good.”
Belovedness, goodness—that in fact is the core message of the Christian faith, the simplest, and in many ways wildest assertion of all: That for reasons we can’t begin to fathom, every one of us is beloved by the heart of reality. Many Christians grew up hearing that the deepest truth of our lives is our original sin, our rebellion and rejection of God. But both of our lessons say that the deepest truth of the world is not original sin, but original blessing, a world that God creates in gladness and calls beloved.

Mark tells the story vividly—with the heavens being torn open, the Spirit descending like a dove, and a voice speaking from heaven—all of it a vivid language to describe a reality beyond words—that Jesus experienced himself as delighted in, believed in, held by the one he called Abba, an informal word for Father, something like “Daddy.” And that awareness was so overwhelming that Jesus spent the rest of his short life trying to get others to discover it for themselves.
Belovedness. My guess is that most of us spend a good deal of our lives searching for a sense of belovedness. Therapists tell me that the search for belovedness is at the bottom of most of our human struggles. We Christians believe that God took on a human face in Jesus of Nazareth, and the face we see in him bears the look of compassion and delight. So how painful it is that religions themselves have so often failed to communicate this bedrock reality. In fact, you hear more and more these days the notion that religion is one of the great perpetrators of hate in the world, and is actually a big part of the world’s problem, not part of the answer.
Just list the conflicts—Israelis and Palestinians, Irish Catholics and Protestants, Hindus and Muslims in India and Pakistan, Moslems and Christians in Serbia and Croatia. Each side has its own vision of God, and often that god is a projection of the fears, resentments, and angers that one group has held against another.
Anger and division have invaded our Episcopal Church too, where different portions of our denomination are declaring that they have no need of each other and are perfectly willing to pull away and part company.
A Roman Catholic writer named Roland Rolheiser says that both conservative and liberal Christians these days have been holding up a God whose primary facial expression is a frown. The God of conservatives, he says, is looking at the world and seeing moral laxity, sexual promiscuity, and laziness. This God is often angry at us sinful human beings. The God of liberals is different, Rolheiser says, but is also mostly frowning. This God is worried, hypersensitive, politically correct, a workaholic. This God is frowning in disapproval at the world’s selfishness and lack of social conscience.
Now I am sure there is much about our lives as human beings that saddens and even angers God—our self-absorption and greed, and our lack of compassion for the suffering of the world. But the God we see in Jesus is nevertheless not a God of bitterness and rejection, but of relentless compassion and eagerness to forgive and start again.
Well, if belovedness is what Christian faith is all about, how did this faith lose the fire of that original vision? Over the centuries Christianity has often become a matter of believing the right set of things. Agreeing to correct doctrines. It began to emphasize that the whole point of faith is not what we do in this life but what will happen in the next—are we going to be saved or not? And so Christian life often became a set of requirements and rules to get our ticket punched for heaven.
But Christianity was and is about a relationship with God in Jesus Christ, about living in Jesus’ way, knowing God in our lives, and about our growing deeper, wiser, and more open-hearted in how we live our days.
Jesus’ whole ministry is shaped by the experience recorded in our gospel today. “You are my beloved child in whom I am well-pleased.” And he seems to have spent the rest of his ministry after that moment living out of a consciousness, a way of seeing the world, shaped by this moment. Because he knows his own belovedness, everyone and everything he saw was also beloved.
And so when Jesus saw the heart-broken, the deathly ill, the hungry and the poor, he saw them all as beloved. As Roland Rolheiser suggests, it is as if God kept whispering in his ear that same blessing all along—“You are my beloved, my child, in you I am well-pleased.” And because he felt that so intensely himself, he couldn’t keep from seeing everyone else the same way.
There’s a contemporary Buddhist parable that opens to us what this is really all about. One day the Buddha, badly overweight, sat under a tree, and a handsome young soldier came along, looked at him and said, “You look like a pig!” The Buddha replied, “Well, you look like God!” “Why would you say that?” asked the surprised young soldier. “Well,” said the Buddha, “we see what’s inside us. I think about God all day and when I look out that’s what I see. You, obviously, must think about other things.” (From The Holy Longing, by Roland Rolheiser.)
What we see outside us is profoundly shaped by what is inside us. Because Jesus had lived moment by moment with a deep sense of God’s love, when he looked at the world around him, everyone was radiant with God’s light. The whole world was beloved.

The essence of Jesus’ experience was his belovedness, but there is another dimension to this story. His experience was not one cut off from the world around him. John the Baptist was offering a baptism of repentance. The people of Israel were coming there to be cleansed from their sins and failures. Jesus chose to go into the water of their sin with them. And it was there in the rough and tumble of a dusty, raucous crowd that he experienced God’s belovedness, not in a remote mountain, not off by a beautiful lake.

The monk and writer Thomas Merton first entered a Catholic monastery in 1948, and for the first decade or more he devoted himself to leaving behind the world and seeking to know God’s belovedness for himself. But some years later he had his own Jordan River experience on a day he had left the monastery to run some errands in nearby Louisville, Kentucky. This is how he describes it in his journal:
In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness…to take your place as a member of the human race…I have the immense joy of being…a member of a race in which God Himself became incarnate…If only everybody could realize this!…There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.
It was belovedness Merton experienced, just as Jesus had at the Jordan River. Merton, like Jesus, was able to see the holiness of every creature, of the earth itself, all of it shining like the sun.
The importance of the baptism of Jesus is not that it happened once for him two thousand years ago, but that it is meant to happen for us too. This is a revolutionary insight, this belovedness. If we could know our own belovedness moment by moment and could look at the world through those eyes, wouldn’t that change the angry, conflicted world we’re in?
If we really knew our belovedness, what would happen to the ways we live with each other at work and at home?
What might happen if we Episcopalians actually saw the belovedness of those with whom we deeply disagree?
What would happen if we really saw the belovedness of a mentally ill street person babbling away to himself, left to drift from street grates to shelters?
What would happen if we saw the belovedness of a child orphaned by the AIDS epidemic in southern Africa? What might we do? Just before Christmas I met a couple here after church, both of them doctors, who are raising their children in Kenya where they work to ease the misery of God’s beloved ones there.
Knowing our own belovedness can help us slow down the rat race we live in, honor the goodness of the day in front of us, love those near to us, serve those who need us.

Belovedness is the gift buried in us all that the church is here to help us uncover. Has belovedness ever broken through to the center of your spirit? There is no more subversive message to all the powers that would shrink and control human life. Belovedness healed broken marriages and unlocked the prisons of addiction. It has brought down dictators, has spread a faith around the globe, and has carried people in crisis through the darkest times. It is the key that can change the life of our city, our world, our church, even this cathedral.
And it starts with a handful of people who begin knowing this belovedness for themselves—who somehow discover it in the support of a friend, or a gesture of help when they thought it impossible, in the silence of prayer or in the words of a book, in serving those who need us or in a piece of bread and a sip of wine that say “You are my beloved.” And when they glimpse it, they will begin to see everyone shining like the sun.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Sam Lloyd
And a poem by Edwin Muir, written about 1957 near the end of his life, remembering two of his brothers who died young.
THE BROTHERS
Last night I watched my brothers play,
The gentle and the reckless one,
In a field two yards away.
For half a century they were gone
Beyond the other side of care
To be among the peaceful dead.
Even in a dream how could I dare
Interrogate that happiness
So wildly spent yet never less?
For still they raced about the green
And were like two revolving suns;
A brightness poured from head to head,
So strong I could not see their eyes
Or look into their paradise.
What were they doing, the happy ones?
Yet where I was they once had been.
I thought, How could I be so dull,
Twenty thousand days ago,
Not to see they were beautiful?
I asked them, Were you really so
As you are now, that other day?
And the dream was soon away.
For then we played for victory
And not to make each other glad.
A darkness covered every head,
Frowns twisted the original face,
And through that mask we could not see
The beauty and the buried grace.
I have observed in foolish awe
The dateless mid-days of the law
And seen indifferent justice done
By everyone on everyone.
And in a vision I have seen
My brothers playing on the green.

by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 15, 2009 08:00 AM

H.H. Mukunda Goswami : God is a Person

'Man (humankind) is created in the image of God' from Genesis 1:25. This means that God is a Person.

by Mukunda Goswami at March 15, 2009 07:00 AM

Hari Sauri das, Mayapura, IN : Time I am…

March 15 2009

kalah kalayatam aham
“Of subduers I am Time.”
Lord Krsna [Bg 10.30]

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Astrology, or Jyotish, is one of the tools given to us by Krsna for understanding the progress of our lives. Although it is largely dismissed by ‘educated’ modern man, its use is gaining in popularity even in such areas as the economy.

Here’s an article I fished out of my 2008 emails about the use of astrology to predict financial markets. Makes interesting reading considering the current turmoil. According to this, just wait till 2012:
Paranormal & Unexplained,
Written by Danny Penman

Christeen Skinner blinks at the screen of her computer and takes another slurp of coffee. It’s half past seven in the morning and she’s preparing for a crucial meeting with the chief executive of the High and Mighty fashion chain.

Apart from the black cat dozing on her lap, the only clue to Christeen’s occupation as a 21st century astrologer is a copy of an Ephemeris that lies open at a page marked “Mercury March 25th”.

“The financial crisis has ensured that I’m busier than ever,” says Christeen. “People in the City need to know what is just around the corner. I can help with that.”

Christeen is one of a growing, albeit secretive, network of astrologers who work for seemingly conservative British institutions such as high street banks, City investment funds and retailers. Desperate to avoid financial meltdown in the ongoing ‘credit crunch’ and to spot fashions and consumer trends before they start, these institutions have turned to the stars to divine the future.

“Most academics distrust astrology and regard it as mumbo-jumbo,” she says. “The thing is, it works. Nobody’s sure how it works but it does. Most of my clients are businesspeople who are very canny. If it didn’t work for them, then why
would they use  it?”

(more…)

by Hari-sauri dasa at March 15, 2009 02:49 AM