So many reasons to not eat cheeseburgers. Here is a contemporary one.
From: Deliver us from cheeseburgers
Peter Aldhous, San Francisco bureau chief
My climate guilt is complete. Not only did I expand my personal carbon footprint by flying from California to attend the AAAS meeting, but yesterday I ordered a cheeseburger on room service at my hotel here in Chicago.
Regular readers of New Scientist will already know that agriculture makes a bigger contribution to global warming than the entire transportation sector, and that you can help manage the problem by choosing low-carbon foods.
My guilt trip stems from the fact that cheeseburgers are among the most climate-unfriendly foods imaginable, as multiple speakers reminded me this morning at a AAAS session on “life-cycle assessments” of the total greenhouse gases emitted in putting food on our plates.
The good news is that some organisations are making better choices than me. At this morning’s session, Helene York of the Bon Appetit Management Company described her efforts to bring low-carbon menus to its network of some 400 cafes on college campuses and in corporations across 29 US states.
In April 2007, Bon Appetit adopted a two-year target to reduce the use of high-carbon beef and cheese by 25 per cent. For beef, this target has easily been achieved. But York admits that the cheese target will be missed, because chefs have struggled to find acceptable alternatives. “It will take more time to educate the palates of our customers,” she says.
The complexity of calculating total greenhouse gas emissions for foods was revealed by other speakers at the session. Even for the same end product, total emissions can vary widely depending on how the food was farmed or caught, transported and processed.
For instance, if I order salmon at a Chicago restaurant this evening, I’ll do nearly five times more damage to the climate if it was farmed in Chile and flown in fresh, compared to fish frozen at sea by a seine-net vessel from Alaska. I wouldn’t have thought to ask.
The science of calculating the greenhouse emissions associated with food is still too young to provide answers to many of the questions that York and other innovators are asking. Is canned better than frozen? Should chefs in northern US cities choose produce grown in hothouses, or trucked in from Mexico?
For anyone embarking on a career in research, there seem to be some clear opportunities. In the meantime, if you want a meal that induces less guilt than my cheeseburger, try Bon Appetit’s low-carbon diet calculator.

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House Bill 875 (HR 875), the Food Safety Modernization Act of 2009, purports toby Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2009 10:22 AM
By Rob Stein, Washington Post Staff Writer. Tuesday, March 24, 2009
"Eating red meat increases the chances of dying prematurely, according to the first large study to examine whether regularly eating beef or pork increases mortality.
The study of more than 500,000 middle-aged and elderly Americans found that those who consumed about four ounces of red meat a day (the equivalent of about a small hamburger) were more than 30 percent more likely to die during the 10 years they were followed, mostly from heart disease and cancer. Sausage, cold cuts and other processed meats also increased the risk." More...
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You have been hearing very nicely about the three reasons why Lord Krishna came in the form of Caitanya Mahaprabhu. The external reason represents the sankirtan movement and His internal reason is to actually taste the mood and the devotion of His most intimate associates. So in the Adi Lila it is very
It is interesting to note the words 'humility' and 'humiliate' start with the same five letters. One of the dictionary definitions of "humiliate" is "to cause a painful loss of pride, self-respect, or dignity." The attainment of humility involves just this, a loss of pride.
Srila Prabhupada once spoke of a successful Indian businessman in Calcutta who, in his old age, renounced the world and had taken to begging alms from his enemies (financial competitors).
... my shelter, because His name gives me a God that I can turn to... my training coach - He keeps pushing me and pushing me, even when I don't want to go any more... an enigma... my circadian clock, keeping me on my toes with how I'm spending my time so that ultimately, I can spend time with Him... my diva. He's not cheap; He wants the real thing - my sincerity - not a parrot or a computer... a rainbow - He moves away from me when I get closer, and there's no way to reach out and touch Him. But oh, is He glorious... my mother - tolerating my rebelliousness, and loves me more than I could ever know... my child - I need to sacrifice so much in my life to make time for Him... my most crucial, mystical challenge in life
by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2009 06:06 AM
March 23, 2:45 A.M.
I felt a dull headache during the night, but endured it. I slept through until 2:45 A.M. then got up, but my head was still achey. At least I was up a little early. I started thinking about the Festival of Inspiration and whether I can go. I saw the temperature was forty-two degrees outside and decided to wear long underwear. I figured I would be taking a medication pretty soon. I began japa at 3:16.
4:21 A.M.
What I seek and feel is lacking is bhakti. I don’t want to chant mechanically. I want to feel the meaning of the Hare Krishna mantras as I repeat them. Please engage me in Your service. Please reveal the essence of nama to me. This seeking and crying has to be there, beyond the accumulation of numbers of rounds. I chanted as quickly as I could while still uttering the syllables distinctly. I began averaging about seven minutes per round and kept that up for the eight rounds. I whispered audibly. My mind did not wander much to thoughts other than simply hearing. The room’s quietness and the quietness of the house was condusive to good chanting. I did not think of much japa thoughts, or thoughts harmonious or advantageous to japa but just stayed on the recitation of the names themselves. The best thing about the session was that I kept up a speedy average and was not much distracted. The weakest thing was the lack of deeper devotion and exploring the meaning of the names.
Ode to Charlie Parker
Backstage Sally
8:33 A.M.
The cold and wind were so strong it was punishing. It pained in my nose and cheeks. Baladeva, without a windbreaker, said he felt cold in the chest. Yet we lasted for three laps. The flags were whipping. How good to get back into the heated car. These mornings are precious. I threw the crumbs high into the wind, and the seagulls came down squawking. They were frisky. Chanting outdoors while walking is good; you’re somehow forced to chant outloud and clear. There was no one around. But Krishna heard us, “Blowin’ in the Wind.”
Now you’re indoors, seated before Radha-Govinda. Your jazz poems are done. There’s time for something else. Tell us about the Swami. I can’t think of anything new to say. He took the holy names around the world and induced hundreds of youngsters to join him in chanting and to sit at his feet and hear Srimad Bhagavad-gita and Srimad-Bhagavatam. They came to surrender to him and take up vows of initiation. Over the years, many couldn’t keep it up, especially after his disappearance and disruption in the movement. Still, he reigns supreme in many hearts, and his mission is established in countries throughout the world. They haven’t got it quite right, but they’re offering to him.
Tell us about Krishna. He’s the hero cowherd boy. He’s captivated everyone in Vrndavana, especially the young gopis. Sometimes he appears to leave Vrndavana and leave everyone brokenhearted, but it’s just a way of showing them more affection. He’s the Supreme, as He teaches in Bhagavad-gita, and peace can only be attained when we recognize Him as the supreme proprietor, the object of all sacrifices, and everyone’s well-wisher.
Tell us about Radha. She’s the Queen of Krishna’s comforts, the most beautiful Lady in all the worlds. By Her charming qualities and talents, She captivates Krishna, who is always eager to be in Her company. They think of each other always, and one cannot live without the other.

11:16 A.M.
I received a letter from Bhakti Chris Fici, a brahmacari living at the Bhaktivedanta Asrama on the Lower East Side of NYC. He encouraged me in my writing of jazz poems. He wrote, “My own exposure to these sounds left a profound impression upon my spiritual development, the searching of Coltrane, the simplicity of Monk, the bittersweet tones of Miles, the creative audacity of Mingus—all these things, if we think and feel deeply, have parallels in our own practice of sadhana. They are wondrous expressions of the spirit, and I’m glad that you are inspired by writing them, and I wanted to let you know that I am also inspired daily by them.” Bhakta Chris informed me that he writes his own blog, Life Comes From Life. I got Dattatreya to produce hard copy of the blog for me. D. was very impressed by the “elegance” of the blog’s layout.
The pages I read dealt with the “debate” or tension between the religious contemplative life and the outgoing life of the preacher. With quotes from Thomas Merton, Bhakta Chris explored the topic and concluded that we must find a balance between our inner development and our sharing Krishna consciousness with others. The Bhaktivedanta Ashrama seems to be an ideal place for the training of brahmacaris in good association, inner development and outreach, and Bhakta Chris (an admittedly shy person) appears to be thriving there. I recommend readers to go and check out Chris Fici’s blog, Life Comes From Life (http://jivacow.blogspot.com).
12:00 P.M.
In two days, I’m receiving a visit by Paramatma dasa, of Guyana, who will stay overnight. In less than two weeks, Giriraja Swami is coming to visit. Two days after Maharaja’s visit, I am receiving a group of devotees from Baltimore. I have written about my ambiguity on receiving visitors in my book Visitors. But I think it’s healthy to receive these upcoming visits. Giriraja Swami’s visit will be especially noteworthy. I can benefit by coming out of my solitude and exchanging with Vaisnavas and attempting to serve them. Where solitude is recommended in the scriptures, it refers to avoiding the association of nondevotees. And even nondevotees can be approached to offer them Krishna’s mercy.
12:07 P.M.
I am writing to You from my bhajana kutir, the yellow submarine, which Sastra dasa is kindly letting me use for some years. I love the solitude here and the association of the two roommates who share the house with me. You give me many hours to be with You each day. The prime way I come to You is in the chanting of the holy names, starting with early-morning japa and going to the beach for more japa. You give me time to read about you in books by the acaryas, especially the books of my spiritual master. You give me a chance to be with You in peace just by contemplation as I sit in my chair. I can listen to devotees’ lectures. And I am able to write to You every day.
I’m writing to You. I attempt to speak person-to-Person, and it gives me great relief. I feel closer to You when I do so. I know You “read” my daily letter to You because You are interested in my spiritual development and in my relationship with You. It is wonderful that I can feel a personal relationship with You, even from my tiny position in the spiritual hierarchy of aspiring devotees. Anyone who wants You in their life can have You, You are so kind.
We have been reading about Your pastimes with Radharani and the gopis. Such reading is not forbidden, but it is recommended only when devotees are mature and are free from lust. In the madhurya-lila pastimes, You display the epitome of Your attractive, sportive qualities and show us a world beyond this material world of abominable relationship between men and women. I am listening to these lilas with caution but delight. Thank You for allowing me to do so. I promise to handle it carefully and not share it widely or publicly.
I do not confine myself to Your activities with the gopis, but as Prabhupada has advised us, I am interested in all the chapters of Srimad-Bhagavatam, Bhagavad-gita, and Caitanya-caritamrta. Whatever You do and say in Your original form as Krishna and in Your Visnu expansions is nectar. I am content to hear Your glories enunciated by all the mahajanas in their prayers and explanations.
I need to be with You. I implore You to remind me to come to You deliberately and in devotion. Writing to You is important to me. I open myself to You and await Your rays of mercy to descend on me. I know You don’t have a deaf hear to me, and that is why it is so exciting to do this writing practice. You participate with me when I do it. It is a form of prayer.
Will I someday get to know You better? I hope so. I maintain a “hope against hope.” I’m not doing anything so wonderful in devotional service that You should especially favor me, but I have asabandhu, hope against hope, as mentioned by Srila Rupa Goswami in The Nectar of Devotion. The practice of writing to You itself is proactive for a person like me, and it enlivens me. It brings You closer to me, more real, more vivid. You have given me the ability to use these words, and by my little free will, I am using them.
You have sixty-four qualities, mentioned by Rupa Goswami in The Nectar of Devotion. You are most expert, powerful, pleasing, submissive, gentle, and so on. That is why we call You “Krishna,” because “Krishna” means “all-attractive.” Please attract me to You like iron filings to a magnet. Let me never stop addressing You with all the humility and devotion I can command, by Your grace.

It is with sadness and heavy hearts that we bring this horrible news that our dear friend Hari Kirtan aka Harish, age 24, is no long with us on this planet. Harish is from Mayapur gurukula and a disciple of his Holiness Bhakti Tirtha Swami.
Harish was working at a store in Atlanta, Ga USA and as the sun was setting at 8:01 pm March 22, 2009, he was robbed and shot, which instantly took his life. The emergency medical unit was contacted, but it was too late. The shot took his life instantly. The police and investigating detectives are looking for the men connected with the incident.
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'Our motto at Hare Krishna Valley is "natural living, high thinking". Natural living means that we live a comfortable, uncomplicated life in harmony with nature. By reducing our "wants" to "needs", we manage to live in a peaceful state of mind. Peace of mind is a prerequisite to true happiness.'by Vrndavana Vinodini dd (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2009 12:28 AM

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“Why is it when you’re thirteen you can cause anything to burst into flames?”
When I was eleven, twelve, thirteen, setting things on fire was not only easy as picking your nose, it was totally where it was at—bugs, G.I. Joes (doused with gasoline), paper, ye olde hairspray & lighter routine—I could (and did) burn any and everything. It’s a wonder no one was killed.
Recently we ran out of propane. The company couldn’t deliver for a while. Our landlords lent us a camp stove. We didn’t have a match or a lighter, so we got creative with the contents of the fridge for a while.
Then we got tired of eating cheese sandwiches; we needed something hot. Anything. Milk. We needed to make fire somehow. Our landlords were asleep. We live far from the Kangaroo. Gas station, I mean.
“What have we got that will burn?”
No matches. No lighter.
“We have the car lighter! Let’s try that!”
I thought I remembered that you could somehow set something on fire with a car’s cigarette lighter. My dad once showed me how he “personalized” one of his old baseball gloves using the car lighter as a branding tool.
We brought every flammable material known to man out to the car, in hopes of igniting a candle to bring in and light the portable camp stove with.
Incense sticks wouldn’t burn. They’re designed to burn. You can’t even wave those out sometimes once they catch without silly, grandiose gestures. But on the car lighter? Forget it. Wouldn’t even hold a glow, no matter how much I did blow. I blew ‘til I was blue and still zero combustion.
“This sucks,” I said to my wife. “What would I do if I was marooned on an island?”
I tried paper towels, shredded to thin, thin shreds. Surely they will ignite. No. I tried Q-tips dipped in hand sanitizer. There are warnings all over that stuff to keep it away from flame. Surely that means it will burn at the slightest provocation. No.
My wife tried her best. She brought out ghee-soaked cotton wicks. No amount of coaxing or oxygenation via combined, multidirectional huffing and puffing could coax out even the beginnings of the tiniest flame from any flammable substance in our possession.
What, are those things designed to only light cigarettes? Big applause to cigarette lighter manufacturers for keeping us all safe. Finally we gave up, or passed out from lack of oxygen, I can’t remember.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t thirteen, or I would’ve easily figured out a real cool way to not only get things going on the camp stove, but set in motion a conflagration major enough to be seen from space.

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Hello Halifax
Halifax, Nova Scotia
David Vest is a trucker who rides the treacherous route in Canada’s northern Territories. He is my flight neighbour on Air Canada Tango headed for Halifax. David told me about his job that on the winter’s frozen tundra you can drive for hours, see no people (especially pedestrians) and maybe pass two or three trucks in the course of one day. If you run into mechanical problems you could be a goner. You would freeze to death as there may be no help or rescue.
“In two or three weeks der won’t be no highway. It will dissolve. Everything will thaw and melt”, said David who lives in Gander, Newfoundland.
To greet me at the airport was Nitai Rama. He arranged for my stay at the tiny Halifax ashram on Quinpool, a flat one floor above a vintage clothes shop called, “This and That – Recycled Fashions”. Nitai was telling me about his success along with new monk, Jeff, on their special Indian sweet stall at the downtown Market Place. It’s a regular feature and is a big hit at the crowded Saturday venue. The sweets are unique and the monks here are a little reserved to sharing how they are made.
A group of twenty guests crammed into the ashram indulging in a killer kirtan (chanting session). We really developed the dance accompaniment. Preceding that was reflection on the verse 2:40 from the Gita wherein Krishna expresses that even the smallest endeavour made on the path of devotion is a permanent asset for the soul.
It was a very encouraging message for the group.
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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 23, 2009 11:33 PM
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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 23, 2009 11:33 PM
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.”
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Please tune in for the next several posts for the Touch of the Brajabasi series.
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>>> Ref. VedaBase => Morning Walk -- February 26, 1976, Mayapura
After Indradyumna Swami spoke about Bhaktisiddhanta, Sri Prahlad das sang a wonderful Bhajan.
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by Rupa Schomaker (rupa@rupa.com) at March 23, 2009 07:36 PM
Krishna by His practical example taught us to give protection to the cows, and Srila Prabhupada spoke often with great force and feeling on the need to protect cows. As time progresses and as more and more of us live in urban environments, cow protection seems as if it could slip through our fingers and disappear.
Babhru writes to say that you can read devotee comments and leave your own on The Inner Life of Srila Prabhupada here.
Evolution is as much in doubt as the Earth goes round the Sun
- Professor Richard Dawkins
Evolution is a myth. There is no evidence to support it.
- Caru das
Reading on into Denton's book Evolution: A Theory in Crisis he has nicely made the distinction between the two different theories of evolution that Darwin put forward in his Origin of Species.
Special Theory of Evolution
The "Special Theory of Evolution" is that through genetic mutation and natural selection different species arise.
Of this there is no doubt. The mechanisms have been observed and documented, especially in cases such as the Hawaiian fruit flies or the Lenski bacteria.
In this way a bird gradually becomes several species of bird, a cat gradually becomes several species of cat.
This theory is in about as much doubt as that the Earth goes round the Sun.
General Theory of Evolution
The "General Theory of Evolution" is that all diversity of life comes about through this mechanism.
In this way an amoeba, over millions of years, gradually becomes a bird and a cat.
There is, as yet, no direct experimental evidence for this.
The evidence for it, inasmuch as it exists, takes the form of the extrapolation of the micro-evolution of the proven special theory of evolution to a higher order of phenomena; the overarching narrative, which seems to work and provides interesting and useful insights in a variety of fields; and the lack of an alternative narrative that does not involve supernatural processes.
The following is adapted from news.iskcon.com
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Sastra-Dana, the US program that places donated copies of Srila Prabhupada’s books in public locations where they are properly kept and read, is now supplementing its main course with a lighter snack: its own full-color newspaper.
Sastra-Dana already stocks books in libraries, schools, motels, hotels, hospital waiting rooms, government offices, coffee shops, and nail and hair salons. But its newspaper, 16 Rounds, could find an even larger audience.
“Newspaper racks can be found at all street corners in every city and town in the US,” says editor Mahat-Tattva Dasa. “We set out to different locations in San Diego to see how much they are in demand, and wherever we went – restaurants, bars, grocery stores, yoga studios, clothing stores, and more – we found people reading newspapers.”
Sastra Dana staff got the idea when they realized how many religious and spiritual organizations use papers to spread their message and connect with an audience. At their base in San Diego alone, Mahat-Tattva noticed many Christian and Jewish newspaper racks at stores and other secular locations. And alternative community publication The San Diego City Beat prints and sells 50,000 copies a week.
“I thought, if they can do it, why can’t we?” Mahat-Tattva says.
The resulting 16 Rounds newspaper, based directly upon Srila Prabhupada’s teachings and aimed at the 16 to 35 age group, is already making an impact on the people of San Diego. “It’s only just out, but already I seem to see people reading it everywhere,” says Mahat-Tattva. “A group in the nearby town of Ocean Beach, a thirty-year old man walking out of a clothing store, and most memorably a guy sitting in his Mercedes Benz, his shiny, expensive shoes sticking out through the car window, his seat reclined way back, his expression serious as he contemplated the content of our paper.”
Readers are already sending in letters, with one commenting, “I’m halfway through the first issue of 16 Rounds and it’s a pleasure to read. I enjoyed the article on evidence of reincarnation, and I think any intelligent person who reads it will see the logic in reincarnation.”
ISKCON book distribution strategist Vaisesika Dasa thinks the paper will go a long way. “I found 16 Rounds to be one of the most useful preaching tools I’ve ever seen. It’s kept everywhere young people hang out, it’s topical, it’s succinct, and it takes them to the next step.”
The next step is to read Prabhupada’s books and visit San Diego’s “Krishna Lounge,” where every Thursday at 7pm guests can “relax and take a break from the material stresses of life” by chanting, eating a vegetarian feast, and taking part in spiritual conversation.
To contribute to 16 Rounds in content, services, or funds, visit www.sastradana.com/donate.
Here’s a couple of websites that might be of interest to my regular readers.
First, I’ve hosted a lively exchange of comments recently debating the theory that Vedic culture came from outside India after a group of people known as Aryans invaded/migrated through the north-west regions of the country. This Aryan Migration Theory (AMT), has been prominent ever since European scholars first conceived of it, and Indian scholars have been either slow or generally reluctant to refute it.
The comments began after a popular television series told the story of India from ancient to modern times. While generally praising the vibrancy of India’s culture, particularly its spiritual contribution to the world, the programme endorsed the AMT and even went so far as to trace Sanskrit ‘back to its African roots.’
I personally feel that we live in exciting times when further research of India’s wisdom, and greater archaeological knowledge of her unexplored regions, will contribute much to the prevailing ideas of mankind’s origins, and some of it will be desperately uncomfortable for those stuck in a colonial past. So I am pleased to see sites that hold a different perspective. I think Archaeology Online is interesting and definitely worth a look. Produced by some thoughtful Vaishnavas in one of ISKCON’s sister organisations, it provides helpful material for teachers of Krishna consciousness today. Click on What’s New.
Second, I’m always on the lookout for fresh ways to get across the teachings of the Bhagavad gita and I like what the British congregational devotee Ben Loka is doing for his youthful following of 18,000 subscribers. They’ve laughed with him, and many of them are now intrigued by his taking to Krishna. I think that he will continue to be productive and that many will discover something of the ideas behind Krishna consciousness through him.
Ben Loka produces home-made videos and posts them on the You Tube site. Most of them have a humorous edge to them, and from time to time he’s been adding some Krishna conscious material. Then there’s ones where he does both. Most recently, after a pilgrimage to India, Ben started a dedicated Krishna Channel. He had some fun the other day making this parody of The Watchmen
He announced his new channel to his 18,000 subscribers without worrying whether he would lose any popularity, and I like this old video he made of the Universal form of the Lord that he’s now added to his new channel.

"Krsna is very pleased with His devotees even if they are not on the topmost stage of devotional service. Even on the lower stages of devotional service one is transcendental and if one continues with devotional life, he continues to be a deva or sura. If one continues in this way, Krsna will always be pleased with him and will give him all instructions so he may very easily return home, back to Godhead."
I imagined the atmosphere would be clear,
shot with pristine light,
not this sulphurous haze,
the air ionized as before a thunderstorm.
Many have pictured a river here,
but no one mentioned all the boats,
their benches crowded with naked passengers,
each bent over a writing tablet.
I knew I would not always be a child
with a model train and a model tunnel,
and I knew I would not live forever,
jumping all day through the hoop of myself.
I had heard about the journey to the other side
and the clink of the final coin
in the leather purse of the man holding the oar,
but how could anyone have guessed
that as soon as we arrived
we would be asked to describe this place
and to include as much detail as possible—
not just the water, he insists,
rather the oily, fathomless, rat-happy water,
not simply the shackles, but the rusty,
iron, ankle-shredding shackles—
and that our next assignment would be
to jot down, off the tops of our heads,
our thoughts and feelings about being dead,
not really an assignment,
the man rotating the oar keeps telling us—
think of it more as an exercise, he groans,
think of writing as a process,
a never-ending, infernal process,
and now the boats have become jammed together,
bow against stern, stern locked to bow,
and not a thing is moving, only our diligent pens.

It is with sadness and heavy hearts that we bring this horrible news that our dear friend Hari Kirtan aka Harish, age 24, is no long with us on this planet. Harish is from Mayapur gurukula and a disciple of his Holiness Bhakti Tirtha Swami.
by Club 108 (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2009 09:14 AM
Once Prabhupada said. If he was speaking about their natural tendencies towards arts, that´s a fact, no doubts. During Mayapur Festival, this year again, russians were the ones who delighted us every night on stage with their dynamics dramas and dancings. Some indians or australians actors helped them, and gurukulis and americans played their own dramas, but, like during all the festival, russians faces were the most seen, even on stage.

So today is the most auspicious appearance day celebration of Lord Gauranga Mahaprabhu. In Bhagavad-gita Krishna says, “To understand the subject matter of My appearance and activities, which is transcendental it is very, very important because just by understanding the transcendental nature of My appearance and activities one will become free from this material entanglement.”
Lecturing on Bhagavad-gita in New York on 17 May 1966, Srila Prabhupada said, "I think there is a line in Shakespeare's literature, 'The lunatic, mad, and the poet' or something like that, 'all compact in thought.' " Actually Srila Prabhupada was referring to the play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream," Act V, Scene I wherein in it is said, "The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact." "So a madman and an atma-rati person, self-satisfied man, outwardly, you will find there is no difference, but inwardly, oh, there is vast difference."
Nitai writes me:
I have been trying to find devotees' comments on the recent book published online, "O My Friend", by Babhru Dasa and Tripurari Swami. not many devotees seem to have said anything about this yet but it is huge statement I think. It is all about Srila Prabhupada's svarupa, saying that he clearly showed himself to be a sakha. I have seen you quote Tripurari Maharaja before and I like your blog so I thought I might ask if you would write what you think of this booklet? The website for the book is http://www.cowdust.us
My reply:
The booklet that you mention is by Babhru das, and has a Forward by Swami BV Tripurari Swami. Babhru does quote Swami Tripurari throughout and his influence is evident in it.
The booklet is very nicely laid out. I heard about it before and had looked at it cursorily, but hadn't read it through. After receiving your email I read it through in order to say something about it with an informed opinion.
I'm familiar with the arguments presented in this booklet, and have considered them in the past (which is why I had only glanced at it before you wrote me). From a rational point of view it makes sense. I have no qualification to comment on Srila Prabhupada's svarupa, but if I were to say something about the opinion that it is in sakhya-rasa, I'd say that it's entirely possible. Whether or not it is actually the fact can only really be known by "going there".
For myself, I am a long way from bhava. I have full faith that Krishna within my heart and externally will make all arrangements for me, as He has done up to this point, so I am not worried about anything.
Over the past year I've found myself more and more giving up the idea of becoming something, or striving to be something, and becoming more comfortable with the ideal of simply "being myself". That's the meaning of self-realization. Who you are is revealed from within. You don't have to worry about becoming something, or reaching for some higher rasa or state of spiritual being. It's just about being yourself, and it starts and ends with service to the Supreme Lord.
What calls our progress in self realization is watering the root of our spiritual practice.
I hope something of this is of some value to you.
in service,
Sita-pati das

by course@ultimateselfrealization.com at March 23, 2009 02:30 AM
It appears they are either Yellow Habaneros, New Mexico Suave Yellow Habaneros, or maybe Red Savinas (if they go red). We shall see. I cut one off a week ago and tried it while still green. Blisteringly hot!!
My mixed lettuce is growing amazingly fast. Some display a rusty tinge, since that is their natural complexion. They are planted very close together, so I decided to thin them out by pulling up small plants when I need them, allowing the rest to grow large and then picking leaf by leaf.
And as for my rocket - well - it's just shooting up, like....a rocket. I can hardly pick it fast enough. Neither my dad nor my son really enjoy it's bitterness, so it's just me. The leaves are very large (as opposed to the wild rocket leaves, which are tiny), so a few eaten raw with every meal really gets the digestion moving. We don't eat enough bitter herbs, so I feel blessed to be able to go out and pick them on demand. Such are the joys of the home garden.
Umesh Patel from USA wrote me a letter yesterday, and I'm sharing the contents with you:
"Hare Krishna Kurma! We all love Gulab Jamuns but my mom has diabetes so I was searching for a sugar substitute.
I tried so many things but it didn't work well. But, I tried Agave Nectar and it worked as good as sugar. Agave nectar doesn't boost your blood sugar level like sugar, and at the same time it's 4 times sweeter than sugar.
On the top of that, you don't have to make sugar syrup because it comes in a liquid form like Honey. Hope you will try this and share with other people."
Any comments, dear readers?

by Vrndavana Vinodini dd (noreply@blogger.com) at March 22, 2009 10:05 PM
March 22, 3:30 A.M.
My night passed calmly in sleep. But I refused to get up when I woke at 3:00 A.M. I finally got up at 3:30 A.M., feeling a little grumpy with myself for staying in bed. In the Bhagavad-gita recitation, what caught my attention was several references to the devotee becoming liberated in the near future. I finally began my chanting at 4:05 A.M. I finished my eight rounds quickly by chanting in a barely audible whisper. I got a headache at about 5:00 A.M., just when Baladeva came up. He cracked some jokes about old age. He said that when a person reaches old age, he is entitled to be grumpy and that whatever he says is the absolute truth. He doesn’t have to take a bath or change his clothes. His essay on “Turning Seventy” is summarized in two words: “Piss Off!” I hope I’m not such a prematurely grumpy old man. After all, Prabhupada started his youthful preaching in America when he was seventy years old. I can’t imitate that, but I can at least keep my head above the water and be a clean old man who writes his lively journal. And a man who gets more serious about his japa. This morning I ran through the mantras more mechanically than usual without devotion. But I was happy to get them done and in quick order. Now we’ll go to the beach, and I’ll finish the last eight. I’m happy to be alive and under Prabhupada’s shelter.
Say You’re Mine
Blue
10:13 A.M.
Aside from the psychological theories of why you’re getting headaches, such as depression, anxiety, disobedience to the spiritual master’s order to preach (causing inner conflict), etc., you’re probably getting rebound headaches. I’ve been aware of them for maybe ten years but recently read an explanation in a brochure. The problem is how to get out of the rebound cycle. The experts say you have to stop taking the “offending” medication for several months. They don’t give satisfactory answers as to how to stop the headache pain that comes when you stop taking your medication. After all, it was the headaches that came first, not the medication. Some advise that you try a different medicine, but that usually doesn’t work. If they say take no medicine at all, that’s unacceptable to most headache sufferers, who can’t endure the pain. They’d rather be caught in the rebound cycle, where they can at least get temporary relief daily, then suffer stoically with no medication at all. I used to subscribe to an online journal for headache sufferers, and many of them complained about the insensitivity and lack of knowledge of doctors in treating the rebound syndrome. I’ve written about this in the journal before, but someone just reminded me that I probably have rebound headache, and I had to admit I think it’s true. I’ve made my bed, and now I have to lie in it.
A person may have rebound headaches, but the medicines are not the ultimate cause of the headaches. They come from the soul’s entanglement with the material body. Everyone who comes to this world by karma and accepts a material body is subject to birth, old age, disease and death. I get headaches, and someone else suffers from another disease. Liberation from the material body is the solution to release from all diseases. Prabhupada was lenient about devotees seeking material remedies to their diseases, but he said the result of good health was up to Krishna. In the meantime, we should go on with our prescribed duties in Krishna consciousness as far as possible, despite our physical disease.
11:30 A.M.
I have a headache now and can’t write smoothly. I probably shouldn’t be attempting to write at all but should be lying back in my chair or in bed. I received a letter from Malati devi dasi inviting me to come to the Festival of Inspiration in May. But I’ll have to tell her I can’t make up my mind yet. I’ll wait until May to see if I feel fit to make the considerable journey to New Vrndavana.
The relaxation session I do with Baladeva is still promising. Yesterday we played a CD of ocean sounds to enhance the relaxation. But it had the sound of a woman’s voice, and that was disturbing. Her voice had the effect of the Sirens in Greek mythology. In Greek mythology, sailors who heard the singing of the Sirens would steer their ships toward the sound and get shipwrecked on the rocks. I won’t listen to that CD again. So far, I relax my body and then do some talking, saying what’s on my mind. Then I go silent for awhile and just relax deeply. It’s a soothing break in the day. We might develop it into a more comprehensive session.
1:30 P.M.
I approach You as Your subject. You are my Master. You have the extraordinary, inconceivable ability to have close personal relationships with the countless living beings scattered throughout the universes and with You in the spiritual sky. Thus I can be confident that when I write, You take the time to read my letter and consider it. I try to speak sincerely, without pretense. This means I must be humble and be aware of my lowly condition. On the one hand, I am very advanced and fortunate in the evolution of living beings. I have attained the human form of life and have been accepted by a glorious spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada. I have been engaged in his service for over forty years. This puts me in good stead with Your Lordship, because Prabhupada is very dear to You, and therefore You recognize his sincere disciples. That’s my fortunate side. But my unfortunate state is that I have not advanced much in devotional service over the years. I have done a lot of outward service to my spiritual master and his mission, but it has not melted my heart to the chanting of the holy name, the hearing of Your pastimes, and the burning desire to help other living beings by giving them Krishna consciousness.
I am hardhearted and slow.
But You are very munificent, especially in Your form of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. You recognize a little service and see the good side of an aspiring devotee. I am counting on this magnanimity of Yours. I would like You to set a devotional fire under me in my late years and help me increase my service. I want to please You and get to know You better. If You see fit, I would like to take shelter of Your eternal consort, Srimati Radharani, and receive Her blessings. She is the Mother of devotion. Srila Prabhupada says we should chant the Hare Krishna mantra like a child crying to its mother, and Mother Hara (Radharani) will recommend us to You.
May I beg these things of You? Please inspire me to become a better person. Help me to come out of my fragile shell and become a real Vaisnava. Let me honor the devotees and be glad to see them. Enable me to converse and chant with them with a happy heart. I know it is not good for me to maintain envy; please help me to banish it. I would like to feel good in the company of devotees. They wish me well, and I should reciprocate in kind. Desiring to improve, I place myself at Your lotus feet and the feet of my spiritual masters.
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>>> Ref. VedaBase => Morning Walk -- December 5, 1973, Los Angeles
This letter was sent to me by a friend, a reaction to the report of the road accidents following this year's Gaura-purnima festival. It wasn't really meant for publication, but it's very relevant for devotees everywhere, so I'll publish it here without disclosing the author's name.
Reading about the recent road accidents here makes me very sad. At the same time I know that road safety is not being ignored in India only, but all over ISKCON, including Germany. At least here materialists are often more responsible than devotees in this regard; HH Bir Krishna Maharaja writes about this on his website www.bkgoswami.com.
Only recently did I travel with devotees by car when I noticed that I was the only one using a seat belt. Everyone else, including driver and co-driver, didn't—in spite of snow and ice on the road, and the fact that German law imposes heavy fines on those caught without seat belt.

Vraja Dhama is picking me up a copy of "Human Devolution" from Mayapura.
Denton's book Evolution: A Theory in Crisis is turning out to be good. It is quite nuanced and so far has done a good job of painting the picture of Darwin's presentation of his theory and the climate in which he did it.
Denton doesn't paint Darwin as a villain or indulge in needless character assassination. Instead he explains Darwin's own doubts and reservations about his theory and presenting it to the public. He also explains the religious reaction to the theory.
Actual examination of the theory has not yet begun in earnest, but Denton has pointed out that macro-evolution has never been observed in practice. He points out that Darwin's Origin contains two theories - one the special theory of evolution, and the other the general theory of evolution.
The special theory of evolution is "micro-evolution" - species variation is caused through random mutation and natural selection. In this way new versions of the same animal come about. This is well-documented and pretty widely accepted.
The general theory of evolution states that all diversity of life forms arises through this mechanism ("macro-evolution"). Evidence that supports the special theory of evolution is used to support the general theory - for example, Richard Lenski's bacteria experiment that covered twenty years [NY Times article].
Denton points out that scientific experiments verifying the general theory of evolution have never been carried out. He points out initially that if no experiments can be devised to do so then it is not a valid scientific hypothesis, as it is not falsifiable. Points for that one.
He also points out that Darwin's theory has become in the hands of contemporaries a dogma, something that it was not for Darwin himself.
I like the way that Denton does not descend into the polarization indulged in by contemporary defenders and attackers of Darwin's theory, depersonalizing Darwin and turning him into a hated or revered symbol. That kind of dogmatism and fanaticism is a real turn-off for me.
by Bir Krishna Das Maharaja
I mentioned that I would write about living longer in the present body. In order to understand this topic one has to understand the larger topic of how the material energy affects the bodies and minds of devotees, whether or not they are aware of it, or even in denial of it.
If we had the siddhis that yogis have, such as laghima, becoming light enough to float on a sunbeam, or mahima, becoming very big or heavy—and I am not talking about getting fat—or prapti, being able to reach out and grab something from a distant locale, we could definitely ignore certain aspects of the material nature. But since we don't have these siddhis, it behooves us to be aware of how the material nature affects our bodies.
It is amazing to me how devotees are oftentimes in denial of this: in our diet, sleeping habits, use of spiritual paraphernalia, eating habits, safety procedures, etc.
In celebration of the Indian Holi Festival, also known as the Festival of Colors, the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork opens its doors to celebrants of all types -- from full-blooded Indians with an understanding of Holi, to ne'er-do-wells who simply get a kick out of chucking dyed flour at strangers.